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I've been thinking about American diner lingo lately.

Like, relaying an order for poached eggs on toast as “Adam and Eve on a raft.” Or “shingles with a shimmy and shake” for buttered toast with jam.

(I personally learned about this phenomenon as a very young child because we had a picture book where a bear and an elephant are roommates and temp workers and they get a job at a diner for a while. Couldn't tell you why this streamed back into my brain like a week ago, but here we are.)

I'm not sure I can articulate this but there is something so beautiful to me about it. We as a culture know so little about its origins—maybe the 1870s, maybe the 1880s—or even really why it exists.

Wikipedia (yes I wikipedia'd this, yes I feel actual embarrassment about the lack of academic rigor in this aimless tumblr post but also there is also just not a ton of information on the topic) suggests that some diner lingo might've been mnemonic devices for short order cooks to remember specific dishes but honestly scroll through any list and you'll find it mostly isn't that. What it reads like is bored food service workers, mostly in the 1920s through 1970s, looking for a way to amuse or at least entertain themselves.

Milk is “moo juice.” Jell-o becomes “nervous pudding.” Black coffee is “a mug of murk.”

Western history loves its individual heroes, but my guess is the practice arose organically at multiple luncheon spots across the US. We don't know the names of the servers and cooks who came up with the terms but a few of the terms have survived, in a fashion—as wider used slang (“Joe” for coffee), as a vintage-y affectation in quirky restaurants of the present, and in compendiums of self-consciously useless factoids (oysters wrapped in bacon are transmuted into “angels on horseback”). It's something about the ordinary people of the world of the past, the tiny fossils we leave behind without even knowing it. One unknown day in history, someone then working as a diner employee thought to call a tall stack of pancakes “Jayne Mansfield” because for some reason it made their day a little better, and this somehow caught on to the point where I can, without doing much work, still find multiple written sources insisting it happened. It wasn't a marketer or a CEO somewhere, it was just a bunch service workers passing the time and leaving the slightest little linguistic footprints behind.

I don't know. Imagine if one of your inside jokes from work was still being spread by offbeat trivia lovers a hundred years from now.

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Can u please do smut or fluff of this with rooster or hangman:

Y/n: hey can you zip me up?

R or H: Sure!

...

Y/n: I said zip me up not down

Ooh thank you for this sweet request, I had so much fun with this one!!

The Zipper Incident

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're running late and need some help zipping up your dress. After recovering from the initial shock of seeing you all dolled up, Rooster is more than happy to assist.

CW: Fluff, angst, swearing, a pinch of smut. You stand up your date, which is shitty of you, but it's probably worth it.

I’d like to think that this little drabble could be a prelude to this fic but it’s absolutely not a necessity to read it first. I just had this particular dynamic in mind while writing this.

You rush out of the locker room in a panic, whipping your head around to see if anyone is still around. Your date is imminent – t-minus twenty minutes and counting – and you’ve spent the last forty-five on your hair and makeup only to suffer a devastating wardrobe malfunction at zero hour.

You’re sure that everyone is long gone but you nonetheless shuffle over to the guys’ locker room on the off chance that perhaps somebody might still be in the building.

Just as you’re coming up on the door, Bradley walks out and you nearly collide with him in your haste.

“Woah!” he yells, holding his arms out in case you wouldn’t be able to stop in time.

“Oh my god, Rooster! Thank god!” you shriek.

Now that he’s had a moment to process the situation, Bradley is blinking at you oddly, his eyes slipping briefly to glance at your dress before reverting to your face.

While you’re flattered that your outfit has rendered him speechless – the guy’s never seen you in anything but a uniform – you hardly have time for this kind of delay. “Rooster, can you do me a favor, please? Can you zip me up?” You turn your back to him promptly and twist your arm behind you to point to the zipper that’s gotten stuck halfway up.

“Uh.” Bradley stalls and you look over your shoulder to see his gaze trailing down your bare back as he tentatively lifts his hands.

“Bradshaw, today!” you urge, bouncing slightly on the spot while you hold up the front of your strapless dress.

You feel his fingers graze your back as he pulls gently on the zipper. “It’s jammed,” he says a little hoarsely.

You let out an exasperated sigh. “No shit,” you reply. “Look, I’ve got a date in” – you close your eyes and whimper desperately – “fifteen minutes. Could you maybe put those big, strong muscles to good use?” You throw him a deriding look before glancing pointedly at the arm that's taking up approximately half of your field of view. His bicep is even more pronounced than usual in the tight, black t-shirt he’s wearing.

Rooster exhales slowly, tugging more deliberately on the zipper. “I don’t want to break it,” he says.

This statement gives you pause and you spin around sharply, nearly taking Bradley’s hands with you. “You can’t break it!” you exclaim. “I have nothing else to wear!”

Bradley watches you steadily. “Well,” he says with a small smirk. “Don’t rush me, then.”

You eye him warily before turning back around. “Okay,” you say. “But you don’t have all day,” you mutter when he starts to fiddle with the zipper once more.

His hands stop moving and he clears his throat. “We had a deal.”

You sigh, starting to tap your foot, when your feel his hands close around your shoulders.

“You’re wiggling,” he says.

“I’m anxious,” you retort sourly.

Bradley steps closer until his chest is brushing lightly against your back, and leads you out into the center of the corridor. “I need more light,” he says.

You close your eyes. “It’s a fucking zipper, Bradshaw. You operate a fifteen tonne, seventy-million-dollar government vehicle fifty thousand feet off the ground but this is somehow a struggle?”

Bradley’s hands stop moving. “That fifteen tonne vehicle came with an instruction manual and five years of training.”

“Oh, hang on,” you say. “Let me just pull out my zipper manual. I don’t go anywhere without that thing.”

Bradley snorts. “You’re distracting me,” he says, yanking slightly on the zipper and, in the process, pulling you closer.

You hang your head defeatedly, trying to stay still while he works to fix your dress.

After several moments of silence, Bradley speaks again. “You have a date, huh?”

You stare at the space where the floor meets the wall, taken aback by his question. You and Bradley have but a smidge of history; you met a few months ago when you were brought in for a mission together, and have since been assigned to the same squadron. You’ve flirted here and there, exchanged a few meaningful glances, but nothing more than the occasional tease has ever come to pass. You’re both professionals and, as such, are amply aware that any sort of romantic entanglement would quickly dissolve into a logistical nightmare fraught with more paperwork than either of you would care to complete. And yet, the insinuation in his tone, paired with the intermittent brush of his hands along your back sends a quiet thrill through your body, resulting in a soft blush that heats your cheeks and creeps down your neck. You nervously pat down your hair, making sure it obscures your reddening face before you respond with a casual, “Mm-hm.”

“Anyone I know?” he asks, his thumb sweeping over your shoulder blade as he takes a break from wrestling with the zipper.

Suddenly you’re extremely aware of how short your dress is and how very loosely it hangs around your sides as you clutch it to your chest. “I doubt it,” you say quickly, wondering how you hadn’t noticed the obvious draft coming from the vent overhead until right now while firmly pressing the material of your dress against your rapidly hardening nipples.

“Well, you look nice,” he says, his voice a little rough as he resumes his efforts with the zipper.

You bite down hard on your lip, trying to suppress the shiver triggered by his words. “Would be nicer if I were fully dressed,” you respond flatly.

“Debatable,” Rooster counters.

You swallow uneasily as Bradley continues jerking at your dress. He’s flirting with you now? Ten minutes till go time? After weeks of avoiding every instance of physical contact, including that time you sprained your ankle and he called Phoenix over to help you get to medical instead of taking you himself?

Suddenly, you feel the waist of your dress release as the zipper gives. You gasp, pressing the fabric against your body as it starts to glide.

“Bradshaw!” you yelp. “I said ‘zip me up!’”

“Sorry!” Bradley fumbles with the dress. “It slipped.”

“Sure,” you say with a note of cynicism in your tone.

Bradley chuckles, sliding the zipper back up. “I promise, it was unintentional.” He pauses for a moment, his fingers still holding the clasp even after having completed the task you’ve given him. He runs his palms along your shoulders before they come to rest on your upper arms. “You’ve got a nice back,” he says quietly.

You freeze, trying to come up with an adequate response to the most unexpected of compliments, but you can’t bring yourself to face him because you’re blushing anew. You take a second to gather your thoughts, close your eyes to savour the moment. You’ve completely forgotten about the time and how much of it you might have left because all your concentration is devoted entirely to the gentle sweep of Bradley’s fingers as they slide down your arms.

“First date?” he asks.

You’re furious. You’re livid. Where was all this attention four weeks ago when all that glorious flirting amounted to absolutely nothing. “Second,” you respond curtly.

“Getting serious,” he says wryly, his hands trailing all the way down to your fingertips before they finally fall to his sides.

You chuckle and, although it’s becoming increasingly difficult to restrain yourself from turning to face him, you mutter a quick, “Thanks, Rooster,” while smoothing out the wrinkles on the front of your dress.

Bradley walks around to take a look at you from the front and now you have no choice but to meet his gaze. You give him a tight smile and do a little curtsy and he laughs, shaking his head.

“That’s a hell of a dress,” he says.

You give him a serious look. “It’s not the dress, Bradshaw. It’s the model.”

He grins at you in amusement. “Can’t argue with that.”

You nod slowly, slightly lost in his eyes, when you suddenly remember that you’re running late. “Shit! What’s the time?” You lunge forward to grab his forearm so that you could check his wristwatch. “Fuck! I have to run!”

You drop Bradley’s hand, glancing up at him sharply. He’s watching you with a bewildered expression, as though he wasn’t expecting you to actually leave. “Okay,” he says. “Have a good time.”

You nod and start to draw back, finally turning and escaping down the hall and into the women’s changeroom. Once the door is closed behind you, you sink down on a bench, bringing a hand to your unsettled stomach. The interaction with Bradley has resulted in a revival of that ridiculous crush you had on him when you first arrived on base. You’ve been fairly successful at quashing those feelings, right up until ten minutes ago when Bradley was able to effectively resuscitate them with a vengeance.

You let out a frustrated sigh and start putting away your belongings. You step into your heels and sit back down to do up the straps. Walking over to the mirror, you fix your hair and take a moment to admire your makeup. No wonder Bradley was flabbergasted. He’s never even seen you wear lipstick.

You pick up your purse after shoving your backpack into a locker and head for the door but, when you walk out, Bradley is still there, waiting for you.

You waver on the spot upon seeing him while he hesitates slightly before approaching you. His eyes rake over your figure before finally resting on your face. “I can’t let you go on that date,” he says, his rasp more pronounced somehow, perhaps because he’s trying to keep his voice down.

You gulp nervously, blinking up at him as your cheeks flush. “Why not?” you ask quietly.

Bradley bites into his bottom lip as the corner of his mouth curls upward mischievously. “Because even thinking about you on a date with someone else is making me angry.”

You let out a shallow breath as his eyes focus briefly on your lips. “Why?” you whisper.

You feel Bradley’s hand cup your waist, pressing you gently into the wall at your back while he takes another step forward. He lowers his head and you lift your gaze as he towers over you, as he places the palm of his other hand on the wall behind your head. His breathing is heavier than usual but he comes closer still, caging you in. “Because it should be me,” he says hoarsely.

You lower your gaze but soon feel his fingers under your chin, lifting your face to look at him. “You didn’t ask me,” you manage to say despite the distracting pounding in your temples. “Are you only interested because I’m unavailable?”

Bradley slowly shakes his head, bringing his forehead to rest on yours. The hand that’s been leaning against the wall slips down to your shoulder as he takes another step closer and his body brushes yours. “You know that’s not true,” he says.

You put a hand on his abdomen, pushing him away half-heartedly. “I know that you’ve had plenty of opportunities to make this happen and chose not to.”

Bradley brings his hand down on top of yours on his stomach. “Maybe I was intimidated,” he mutters with a grin.

You roll your eyes. “Am I less intimidating in a dress?”

He shakes his head, his smile widening. “More.” His fingers close around yours, still pressed against his rock-hard abs. “But you left me no choice. I had to just bite the bullet and go for it.”

You glance up at him reproachfully. “I’m late,” you say.

Bradley pulls his lips into a frown as his eyebrows crease. “Stay,” he pleads.

You scoff, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, Bradley,” you say. “You’re late too.” You start to peel your back from the wall, forcing him to back away from you.

He takes several steps backward, the disappointment evident on his face. “You don’t want to go,” he says quietly.

You raise your eyebrows. “How the fuck do you know what I want?” you ask, offended.

He watches you piercingly. “I can tell you want to stay.”

“If you can tell, then why didn’t you ask me out before?” you say angrily.

“Because I’m an idiot!” he responds heatedly.

“Well, at least we agree on that,” you say.

Bradley sucks in his cheeks, nodding contemptuously. “Now what?” he asks. “Ball’s in your court.”

You stare at him crossly. “Now nothing, Bradley,” you say. “You didn’t start anything because you knew that it would be a conflict of interest. That, if anybody found out, one of us would end up being reassigned.”

“Who has to find out?”

You close your eyes briefly before giving him a withering look. “Well, now we know where your head’s at.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You just want to fuck,” you say matter-of-factly.

Bradley stares at you, speechless for a moment. “What are you talking about?”

“Sorry, Bradshaw,” you say. “That’s not my style.”

But when you turn to leave, Bradley springs after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back around. “You’ve got it wrong,” he says. “I promise you.”

You eye his fingers, still wrapped firmly around your arm. “Come on, ‘Nobody has to know?’” You glance up at him disdainfully. “You obviously don’t see a future here.” You regret the words the moment they leave your mouth, recognizing how unreasonable it is to expect him to see much of anything with someone he hardly knows. But his words have caused quite a sting which, in turn, has made you slightly irrational. “You know this is a bad idea,” you say finally, reluctantly.

Bradley takes a step forward, simultaneously pulling you closer. He takes a moment to study your features before speaking. “I know that if you go on your date right now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” he says with a small chuckle.

You watch him carefully as he brings a hand up to brush some hair away from your eyes. “I’m really late,” you whisper, your hands moving of their own accord to rest on his hips.

Bradley brings his face down to meet yours, his nose brushing along your cheek. “I really want you to stay,” he says in a low voice, his grip loosening on your arm and his fingers gliding gently up to your shoulder.

You lift your face slightly to let him brush his lips with yours. After an excruciating pause during which his mouth hovers tantalisingly over yours, Bradley finally bridges the gap, confidently capturing your lips in his. His fingertips dig into your shoulders as he presses his body against yours, directing you backward into the wall. He leans into you eagerly, his kiss overriding each of your senses as you adapt to its unpredictable rhythm. Slow and deep, then soft and sweeping, evolving with your every movement. His hands twist rabidly into your hair, rough but restrained as he paces himself while you breathe unevenly against his mouth.

He's warm; swathed around you almost possessively; protectively. You aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. You pant when he finally releases your lips, struggling to steady your heartrate.

Bradley lowers himself slightly to diffuse kisses along your jawline, the pressure of his lips on your skin quickly escalating as the two of you sink into one another. You open your mouth to sigh against his ear when his hand slips underneath the hem of your dress. “Bradley,” you whine as his finger drifts along the line of your panties.

“Yeah baby?” he breathes, his finger tracing circles into the already saturated lace.

“This is a terrible idea,” you whimper as the most torturous desire pulsates through your body.

“Yeah, baby,” Bradley agrees, continuing the gentle strokes of his finger over your soaking panties.

You bite your lip trying to suppress a moan, fevered and nearly shaking, sweating and breathless, unsteady in your heels. You feel transported but unsettled, euphoric but wanting. You nip at Bradley’s earlobe in response to which Bradley presses his mouth into the crook of your neck and releases a muffled groan. You continue sucking on his ear and kissing his neck and the hand that’s been hovering between your legs suddenly grips into your thigh. You let out a soft cry and Bradley stifles it with a passionate kiss. His hand coasts upward, cupping your ass cheek as he presses himself against you, pinning you to the wall. “Bradshaw,” you murmur against his lips. “Can you do me a favor?”

Bradley’s teeth catch your bottom lip before he starts gently pecking your swollen lips. “Anything,” he responds in his grating rasp.

You let out a shallow breath. “Can you unzip me?”

Bradley’s mouth curls into a smile against your lips as his hand glides down your back. “I’ve got you, baby,” he says softly, pulling on the zipper. “I’m an expert.” You chuckle as your dress comes loose but, a moment later, Bradley mutters, “Fuck,” right into your open mouth.

You pull back to stare at him mutely as he gives the zipper a few more tugs. “Don’t tell me,” you say in disbelief.

“What is it with this thing?” Bradley says in exasperation, spinning you around to inspect the contraption. You giggle, resting your forehead on the wall resignedly but, the next moment, Bradley grabs you by the waist and pulls you in. “Fuck it,” he says, lifting the skirt of your dress. “I can work around it.”

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Lean Down - R.L x S.B x Reader

"Reader gets embarrassed by the way Remus or Sirius (your choice) leans down to listen to what she says and she’s deprived of almost any human interaction or touch so it was so obvious that she’s embarrassed and gets teased over it."

AN: this turned out way filthier (and way longer) than i intended it to be lol. I couldn't decide which one of them I wanted to write this for so I just did them both hahaha. This is also a modern day au just cause why not. Enjoy!

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Warnings: a whole load of sex, swearing, use of the word slut, blowjobs and the like. as always dont read if you're a minor and also make sure you wrap it before you tap it <3

Sirius Black was never on time for anything, unless that thing was a party that he was absolutely itching to get to. This being the reason that he was currently stood on Y/N’s doorstep, a bottle of liquor in one hand and a cigarette in the other.  

“C’mon, Y/N, get your shit and let's go.” he called, banging on her front door with his fist. 

“You’re so impatient, Pads, you know that, don’t you?” Remus laughed, leaning against the wall as they waited for their friend to emerge, “You’re acting like you’ve never been to a party before.”  

He didn’t get chance to reply as Y/N opened the door and stepped out to meet them. Sirius let out a low whistle as he laid eyes on her, making Remus’s eyes snap up from the spot he was staring at on the ground. 

“Looks like we’re gonna have to keep an eye on you tonight, eh, Moony?” he grinned. 

“What’s that supposed to mean then?” Y/N asked, looking over her shoulder at him as she locked the door behind her. 

“It’s his way of saying that he thinks you look fit,” Remus chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Hey, with any luck you might find a nice bloke to bring home with you tonight.” Sirius smirked, “It’s about time, isn’t it?” 

“Rude. It’s not been that long. Sorry that we’re not all horny bastards like you, Sirius.” Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes at him. 

“It has been a while though,” Remus said, smiling slightly, “I can’t remember the last time you told us about a bloke you were seeing.” 

“Because she’s not had any action since she shagged Jam-” Y/N shut him up by jabbing him sharply in the ribs, earning a dramatic groan from Sirius. 

The party was being hosted in the house of one of their old school friends and when they arrived the place was already packed, people already beginning to spill out onto the front lawn. Music blared out of the speakers and the tables were littered with plastic cups, people were scattered all over the place, some slouched on sofas and others tucked away in corners.  

“The fact that we’ve been at this party for approximately two minutes and I still don’t have a drink in my hand should be illegal.” Sirius said dramatically, making his way over to a tabled that was filled with various drinks. He made a concoction and poured it into a cup for each of them. 

“This tastes like paint stripper.” Y/N grimaced, taking a swig. 

“Yeah, you should really let me make the drinks next time, Pads.” Remus said, taking a sip of his own drink and pulling a face, “This is grim.” 

Sirius just laughed at them, chugging his own drink down and beckoning for them to follow him into the crowd. Within minutes, they were in the thick of it, their bodies pressed against each other, dancing to the music that boomed out. The air was thick and warm and Y/N drained the last of her drink from her cup before tossing it to the side. 

“I’m gonna go make another drink, do you want one?” Y/N asked, raising her voice slightly so the pair could hear her.  

“What was that, love?” Remus asked, leaning down so he could hear her properly. 

“Yeah, I didn’t catch that.” Sirius followed suit, pressing himself closer to her and tilting his head downwards. Y/N looked up at them towering over her and felt the heat rush to her cheeks. 

“Go on, what did you say?” Remus leaned closer to her face, his stubble scratching against her cheek. 

“I- er- I said that I was going to get a drink.” Y/N stuttered, feeling flustered all of a sudden. Remus shot a look at Sirius who smirked and grabbed Y/N’s hand and dragged her out of the crowd and into the garden where it was significantly quieter. 

“What’s got you all jittery?” Sirius quizzed, looking down at her, still smirking. 

“I think I know what it is...” Remus mumbled, taking a step closer to her. 

“Are you really that touch starved that us leaning down to talk to you has got you all flustered?” Sirius teased. 

“No, no-” 

“No?” Remus mocked, “Why are you blushing then? I could feel the fucking heat radiating from your cheeks when I leaned down to hear you.” 

Sirius stepped closer to her as well, snaking an arm around her waist and pressing himself against her back. 

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, darling." Sirius whispered in her ear, resting his chin against her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her waist. She could smell the cigarettes and the alcohol on his breath and she squeezed her eyes shut, taking in a sharp breath. Remus stood in front of her, placing a large hand on her cheek. 

“You’re very cute when you’re flustered,” He grinned, “Why don’t we go back to our place, yeah?” 

Y/N bit her lip and nodded, knowing exactly what she was getting herself into. 

Sirius stumbled through the front door of his and Remus’s apartment, not even bothering to turn the lights on, just dragging Y/N to his room. His room was dark, clothes strewn over a chair and his bed unmade. The pair backed Y/N up to the bed, until her legs hit the edge of it and she sank onto it. 

“You look so fucking hot tonight,” Sirius grumbled, sitting down next to her, “Can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” He nuzzled into her neck leaving a trail of kisses, his hands rubbing up and down her thigh . Remus sat on the other side on her, his lips finding the other side of her neck, sucking gently at the spot just above her collarbone, while he had one hand on her waist. 

“We saw the way you’ve been looking at us, love,” Remus whispered, “You could’ve just asked and we could’ve done this a lot sooner.” 

“Was too scared... didn’t wanna ruin our friendship, y’know...” Y/N mumbled. 

“Well we’re gonna ruin you.” Sirius said lowly. She could feel him smirking against her skin. 

The boys both suddenly stood up in front of her, their crotches almost level with her face. Sirius’s ring clad fingers skimmed over his belt, quickly undoing it and pulling down his jeans.  

“You’re gonna suck us both off, okay?” Remus said firmly, also undoing his trousers, palming his bulge as he spoke. Y/N just nodded in response and dropped to her knees in front of them. 

“Y’look so pretty on your knees for us, babe.” Sirius said gruffly, pulling down his boxers and giving his dick a few quick pumps. He put a hand in her hair and guided her forward so the tip of his dick bumped gently against her lips. Y/N darted her tongue out, licking a stripe over the head before taking it into her mouth properly. Sirius groaned, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at her. Remus cleared his throat, seemingly impatient from the lack of attention he was getting. 

“I can just leave you two to it, if you like?” He said sarcastically. 

“No. No. I want you both.” Y/N said, shuffling over and focusing her attention on the other boy. 

“I’m not normally one for sharing,” Sirius said, moving over and sitting on the edge of the bed behind Y/N, “but I suppose this is going to have to be an exception.”  

Sirius once again grabbed a handful of her hair, but this time shoved her roughly down onto Remus’s dick. She spluttered around him, her eyes going wide and prickling with tears.  

“Atta girl.” he grumbled, “You can take him all.” 

Remus’s head tipped back and he let out a groan as he felt her throat clench around him as she gagged. He reached down and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. 

“Don’t be too rough with her, Pads.” 

“She likes it. Can tell from the way she’s clenching her thighs together,” He chuckled, “Jus’ a little slut really, aren’t you.” He carried on pushing her onto the other boy's dick, holding her in place while he fucked her throat. Eventually, he released her giving her chance to catch her breath. Y/N’s face was tear stained and her lips were swollen but she looked up at the pair needily. 

“Need you both,” she gasped. “Please.” 

Remus and Sirius both shared a glance and lifted her onto the bed, quickly removing her clothes. 

“Fuck.” Sirius gasped as his eyes roamed over her body. 

“So fuckin’ pretty.” Remus agreed. His handed grabbed at the flesh of her thighs as he pulled them apart, “She’s soaked already, mate.” 

“That right, baby?” Sirius asked, a rough finger going up to trace a line over the girls swollen lips, “Nice and needy for us, aren’t you?”  

Y/N let out a soft moan, nodding quickly. Sirius smirked as he pushed two of his fingers into her mouth, Y/N’s tongue immediately swirling around them desperately. 

“I’d stop doing that unless you want me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours again.” 

The girl tried to speak but was cut off by Remus roughly shoving two of his fingers into her dripping cunt, making her gasp. He fucked his fingers into her softly and leaned down to suck gently on her clit. Sirius’s hands roamed over her chest, fingers quickly flicking at one of her nipples while he took the other one into his mouth.  

“Move over then, Moony.” he said after a while, “I wanna taste her before I fuck her.” 

Remus nodded and swapped places with him, pressing his lips against Y/N’s as Sirius settled between her thighs. Sirius was rougher than Remus was, he was eating her out like he was a man starved. He looked up after a while, chin glistening and eyes dark. 

“M’gonna fuck you and Moony’s gonna fuck that pretty mouth, yeah?”  

Y/N nodded and Remus flipped her round so that she was on her hands and knees. Sirius shifted her legs apart and slowly ran the head of his cock up and down her slit. 

“Sirius, stop teasing and just fuck me already.” Y/N whined. 

“Don’t start whining.” he tutted, “I don’t give brats what they want.” 

Remus chuckled and moved so that Y/N’s face was level with his cock. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out and he tapped his dick against it. 

“Eager little slut, aren’t you?” he grinned, thrusting deeply into her mouth earning a gag from her. Sirius lined himself up and entered in one swift movement, stopping briefly to give her a moment to adjust before continuing to pound into her. Y/N released an unholy moan around Remus’s cock as Sirius slammed into her. 

“That it, baby, moan around my cock,” Remus mumbled, “keep making those pretty noises for us.” His hand rested against her jaw, holding her in place as he rocked into her mouth. Sirius had one hand gripped onto her waist while the other roamed over the flesh of her arse cheeks, occasionally slapping it as he fucked her. 

“Feel so good around me, darling.” he groaned, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against her shoulder, the chain of his necklace dangling cooly against her hot back, “Can feel you clenching around me. You getting close?” 

Y/N tried to nod as best as she could without taking Remus’s cock out of her mouth. Sirius just chuckled in response to her moans and fucked into her harder. The sounds coming from the trio were filthy, Sirius’s hips slamming against her arse, Y/N moaning around Remus’s cock as he let out low groans of encouragement. 

“Fuck, M’getting close, baby.” he murmured, “You gonna come with me, yeah?” he reached around and rubbed her clit as he rammed into her. 

“That’s it, gorgeous. Come for us,” Remus encouraged, “Look so good when you’re getting fucked from both ends.”  

Sirius’s hips stuttered as he chased his high, Y/N backing herself up onto him as she chased hers. He collapsed against her as he came, fingers still dancing over her clit as he tipped her over the edge. Remus let his dick slip out from her mouth so that they could hear the moans that escaped her lips properly. After giving her a moment to recover, Remus took Sirius’s spot at the end of the bed and flipped the girl over so that she was laying on her back. 

“What are you doing, Rem?” she mumbled, her eyes glazed over slightly, “I’ve already come...” 

“You thought that it was just going to be Sirius that fucked you?” he asked, peering down at her, “Can’t let him be the only one that gets to try out that pretty pussy, can I?” 

Just as the other boy did, Remus thrust into her swiftly, hoisting her legs up so that they were wrapped around his waist. Sirius shifted so that Y/N’s head rested in his lap and he leaned down to play with her tits as she got fucked. His calloused fingers ran over the soft skin of her chest, occasionally flicking over one of her nipples. 

“Fucking hell, she does feel good,” Remus said, “can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner.” 

“I’ve got a funny feeling this is gonna be a regular occurrence,” Sirius laughed, “We just fuck you too good, don’t we, love?” 

“So good.” Y/N moaned breathlessly, “I-I’m close, Rem.” 

“Me too, baby. Be a good girl and come for me.” 

That was all it took to tip her over the edge, her eyes squeezing shut as she arched her back and let her head fall into Sirius’s lap. A filthy moan ripped from her body as Remus fucked into her overstimulated cunt. His thrusts were getting sloppy as he reached his peak, a string of swear words falling from his lips as he unravelled, finishing inside of her. He flopped down onto the bed, three pairs of legs tangled together on Sirius’s messy sheets. 

“That was...wow.” Y/N gasped, snuggling into the boys. 

“Amazing. You were great,” Remus smiled, pressing a kiss against her temple. 

“Always knew you would be.” Sirius grinned. 

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

touchin', m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook has got ten minutes and a hard dick. So he says. You learn you can't trust everything he says though.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; lovers that call themselves friends-with-benefits because JK is a fool; both parties are freaking annoying tbh; smut (fem reader, double lip piercing JK, heavy petting, standing doggy with clothes on, lots of neck making out, light nipple play, low-key forearm kink); fluff; non-idol!AU - JK is wearing the outfit from his 2023.06.29 Weverse live

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“I have ten minutes and a hard dick.”

You rubbed your temples.

“Jungkook, why are you calling me?”

Breathless surprise, as if the man on the other side of the line didn’t realize how jarring it was to call someone announcing a time limit and a stiff rod. “I have–”

“I heard you,” you growled back, interrupting him sharply as you heard the knock on your front door. “I just can’t believe you. You’ve got plenty of people trying to get in your pants.” You unlocked the door and wretched it open. “Yes?” you blurted out impatiently.

What?

You weren’t expecting anyone decent at near midnight.

Big peepers stared back.

“But I don’t want anybody else in my pants,” Jeon Jungkook told your ear and your face.

You rolled your eyes and dropped your phone. “You look like an egg.”

He did. Black beanie jammed onto his head, his black-brown hair sticking out every which way underneath, even a dropped jaw to emulate that pointed side of said metaphorical egg. White Nike t-shirt two sizes too big for him. Loose black sweatpants. Cute monochrome black-and-white sneakers you would not be letting into your home.

He bit his lower lip, still clutching his smartphone. You noticed there was another piercing on his lip now.

“I thought… we were…”

You pulled him by the front of his shirt and yoinked him inside.

“Don’t just stand out there with your mouth agape,” you scolded gently, shutting the door. “I don’t want you talking about your hard dick to my neighbors. Take off your shoes.”

It was an awkward moment of bodies pressed together and hastily followed instruction. You had to pluck his phone from him and end the call because it seemed like Jungkook had decided his primary task was ogling you and your bare legs. A large, vintage band t-shirt was good enough pajamas for you. You bent down to shove his shoes against the wall and you were very sure Jungkook’s eyeballs were glued to your ass. All that was well and good, but what was thinking, calling you up about his hard di–

His lock screen flashed on when your thumb grazed against it.

You spotted one of your Instagram photos hiding behind the time stamp and his numerous notifications.

Huh.

You looked away.

“Take this,” you muttered, jamming his phone back into his open hand. “What are you doing out so late anyw–”

You cut yourself off once you realized how close Jungkook was.

In this entire space of your front entrance, he had picked centimeters away from your chest to be his standing spot, forcing you to look up at him and his big dark brown peepers. Seemed like he was eating well. He had a little more fullness to his cheeks tonight, although he still had his sharp jawline and that silver hardware gleaming on the right side of his lip. One hoop, one new stud.

“I… I, uh…”

You intended to deliver some firm comeback, but instead you relented under that gaze and pressed your thigh against his. Just to feel him. Not too much, but enough to have the contact and strike the friction between bodies.

“Um…” He was mumbling, struggling to think. “I have to go meet my parents at the train station. They said they picked up some stuff for me and that I should go get it.”

You frowned. “So… why are you here?”

A jolt as you realized he was closer and taking your hand, pulling it down, lower.

Lower.

“I can’t go like this…”

Pressing your hand to his crotch, his lips already on yours as you palmed his rock-hard erection through his pants.

Yeah, you can, and Jungkook could tell what you were thinking from your smirk against his kiss and the tease of your tongue. There was no reason to make this easy for him, no matter how easy he was. You smiled, avoiding too much pressure in the kiss, both to frustrate him and because you were uncertain about irritating the new piercing, but Jungkook chased you, sharpness in his inhale, following your steps deeper into your dark home.

The one light you had on was in your bedroom, but you might not make it at this rate.

Strong hands grabbing the back of your head, fingers spreading out over your scalp, pulling you closer, and you met his insistence with calm, tracing your tongue over his lips and flitting in and out. Saliva and softness, the backs of his hands roughly hitting the wall, crowding you with his larger frame as you snaked your hand up and down his length, the fingers of your other hand sliding up the hem of his shirt and hooking over the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging him to you.

He moaned into your mouth when your fingertips caressed taut skin.

“What am I gonna do with you?” you purred, teasing him, nicking at his lower lip. The heat of his body was radiating and addictive. Too many clothes for how aroused he was. “I thought you said we weren’t that serious, hm?”

His hands in your hair tightened. “I t-take it back…” he whimpered. “I told you… I don’t want anyone else…”

You touched him all over, massaging his balls and toying with his cock, smearing the pre-cum over your palm and his length, pressing your soft thigh against his hard one. Rolled your body against his, your hot breath on his chin, his moan smoke above your eyes, and now he could feel that you weren’t wearing a bra under your shirt.

He shivered in delight.

You chuckled.

“I think you would say anything to have my hand on your dick.”

Pressed your lips to his throat and kissed down, wrapping your hand around his length. His pants were falling down his legs. You felt one hand leave your head and then his pants shifted. Then his fist hit the wall, a thunderous boom amidst his shudders that you felt through tongue and teeth, careful not to leave marks.

“H… Harder…”

You snickered. “You’re going to see your parents. I can’t leave hickeys.”

He whined, but you ignored it, flicking his earrings and licking under his earlobe. Tingling kisses left behind in your wake. He smelled like his usual clean soap. The tips of his hair feathered against your temples as you kissed the space under his ear, delicately sucking on it.

That was enough.

Time crunch and all that shit.

You were about to slide down the wall, but Jungkook stopped you, grabbing your shoulder.

You looked up, cocking an eyebrow. Half-laughing inside because his beanie was barely on his head, his unruly hair spilling out. There were visible beads of sweat by his furrowed brow, but you bit your words back and focused on those lidded dark eyes and flushed pink lips gasping your name breathlessly.

“B-Bend over.”

It would have a sterner effect if he hadn’t stuttered.

The side of your lips curled up irresistibly. “Oh?”

He lifted his fist off the wall and the foil packet caught the light.

You smirked.

“You’re so fun, you know that?”

Jungkook grinned and smacked the condom into your cheek, dragging your face to his, wild black hair over his eyes as he kissed you, indenting your lip with his jewelry.

There was something extra slutty about being mostly dressed and fucking standing doggy against the wall. He pressed his palm on your lower back but you were already slipping further down the wall, your panties at your knees, ass up, and you heard him swear when the throbbing head pressed into your dripping heat.

“Fuck… me… are you a virgin or what? Fuck!”

He would know from personal experience that you most certainly were not. You neglected to remind him he hadn’t warmed you up himself. Instead, you hiked your shirt up more and tilted your head playfully. Added commentary to be extra insufferable. For fun, of course.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m not…”

Your hand hit the wall. Both palms flat, lowering more and pushing back as he pushed in, the ache viciously filled with his girth, pleasure suddenly racing up your spine and devouring the equilibrium.

“I’m not, fuck, thanking you, a-ah…!”

He was the one with his hands gripping your hips but you were the one to start off the bruising pace, sucking a breath between teeth and shoving your ass into his crotch, amplifying the power of his thrust, warmth swirling in your core, satisfaction blooming in your exhale.

“Mmmm, Jungkook, yeah, fuck, just like that…”

Your fingers curling into fists, immediate fire in your veins, clenching around his hard length and enjoying every second. Power and lust and savage sweetness, feeling his fingers dig into your hips, hearing his breath hitch, his moan vibrating in his throat. You had to stifle a laugh as you realized that he was suffocating all his sounds so he could concentrate, hm, how interesting, but you let yourself fall into the pleasure, tipping your head back and sighing, the building wave of orgasm seeping out and spreading over your lower belly, pulsing around him.

You dropped your torso a little lower and heard Jungkook groan, gripping your ass harder.

“Hah… so good… fuck…”

His name falling from your lips, with desire and grace, not hiding the feeling but burning in the fervor, remembering his insincere face telling you a bold lie, we’re not that serious, and you recalled thinking, is he just saying that because he thinks I’m intimidating or what, but you let him think what he thought and want what he wanted, his nails clawing into your back, harder, regular plans becoming more irregular, breathing heavier, hotter, until he was constantly searching for you with those shining brown eyes of his, pulling you to his embrace and trying to lock down this escape artist with his lips.

Maybe it worked.

Who knows.

You pressed your fist into the wall and let out a hiss of hot breath, clenching your core and all around him, ah, chasing that brutal fullness, that declivous slick friction with every loud smack, the prickling crawling up your legs and ribcage, come on, give it to me, your low purr intoxicated by the carnal desire and Jungkook couldn’t say anything, probably clenching his jaw and burning up from the heat, closer, his pants turning into coarse gasps, choppy and erratic, faster, hotter, throbbing, there.

He didn’t have time to warn you.

You felt your inner walls pulse and flinch, squeezing hard, the rush injected into the tension and making you gasp, thrown off by the sudden shaking ecstasy, your hand slipping on the wall. Catching yourself mid-slide and feeling Jungkook jerk, freezing your hips in place as he came in intense jerks, straining against your tightness, your name in a silvery, fucked-out moan.

Damn.

Could get used to that.

Your hair was all over your face, making the dark room even darker. “Heh. Trying not to cum too fast, huh?”

“S… Shut up…”

He barely forced it out, his hands giving out and sliding up your stomach. Oof, he was warm, his chest radiating heat onto your back, and yet you smiled as you felt his fingertips rub against your hard nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through you in the afterglow. You pushed half of your hair back, amused at seeing his beanie somehow now on the floor. He lifted you up even though you didn’t ask, slipping out and shoving his sweaty face into the back of your neck.

“Hey,” you were about to protest, but he was squeezing your breasts and nipples, making you buck against him as he sighed into your skin.

“You smell so good, mmmm…” he was mumbling, ignoring your squirming.

You tried to reorient him even though he was the one trying to distract you. “Oi, aren’t you supposed to be going somewhere?”

“Wuh?”

You tried to unstick his hands from your chest but he pressed his forearms to your sides. Instantly, a tremor danced through your muscles, thundering, not allowing the arousal to subside. You sucked in a tight breath, feeling him clamp down on your waist with his arms. “What happened to ten minutes, I gotta go see my parents?”

“Oh… eh… it’s okay,” Jungkook hummed, kissing your neck through your hair. “I made that up anyway.”

Somehow, you had low-key guessed that, but there was no reason to let him get away with it. “I don’t like lying, you know,” you curtly reminded him.

“Sorry…”

He pushed your hair aside with his nose and plopped his head on your shoulder, hugging you tightly with his sweaty body. Your arms were hanging a bit limply in front of you, but that was because of his muscular embrace. It made you feel a bit like a caught kitty cat.

“Don’t do things like that,” you scolded, but he was shoving his nose in your jaw, warm breath and feathering kisses over the curve of your neck while massaging your breasts.

“Sorry… I just wanna be with you,” he murmured breathlessly. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute,” you retorted, burning comfortably and uncomfortably from his touch and words, respectively.

“And pretty. And smart.” He was ignoring you even though he was the one making out with your ear. “I was afraid you would find me annoying…”

“You are freaking annoying,” you confirmed, placing your hands on the backs of his, but not pulling them away. “I told you to tell me when you were horny, not make shit up.”

You could practically hear his pout. “Well, I didn’t know I was until I was driving over here.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

He changed the subject. Classic. “Why do you have to wear clothes?”

“I can’t answer the door naked.”

“But it was me.”

“How would I know that?”

It was hard to describe the comfortable kind of exasperated he made you. A welcome, spontaneous, borderline ridiculous distraction. You somehow managed to get him to untangle himself from you and clean up, his clothes carelessly flung in random places, and you shook your head at him, you’re gonna have to pick those up later, but as soon as he had washed up, Jungkook was pushing you down on your bed, pressing your naked body to his and sighing softly, his hair a floofy mess.

“I didn’t say yes to you spending the night,” you said calmly as he kissed your collarbones, sparks lingering from the contact of his lips. You looked down. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Those round, shining eyes lit up in the semi-darkness of your bedroom.

“Like what?”

Pretending like he didn’t know, uh huh.

You shook your head and tangled one of your hands in his hair, nudging him up.

“Come here.”

He scooted up earnestly. You placed a fingertip on his lower lip as he neared, making him pause breathlessly.

“Is this new?”

You couldn’t miss the sparkling in his gaze as you mentioned it. “Y-Yeah…”

You raised your head and kissed it softly. “Should take good care of it as it heals, mmmm? So let’s just be rough down here…” you breathed, your other hand raking over his thigh, smiling as he flexed under your touch, moaning into your mouth, a sweet taste that you couldn’t stop craving, and yet you had to point it out one more time.

He had the audacity to pretend, after all.

“But we’re not that serious, right?”

Jungkook groaned and shoved his face into your neck as you laughed. “I take it back! Stop being mean…!”

There was just something about his impatient whine.

“Alright, alright…”

Bad decisions were made.

Like staying up until four in the morning fucking.

Ah, shit.

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drabbles masterpost | masterpost

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — A LITTLE LITTLE MORE LOVE.

#. synopsis! — sweet gestures from them to you .

#. characters! — hyun (zen), jumin, saeyoung (707), yoosung, jaehee .

#. warnings! — none .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — back in the mm pit because it's summer and it's time for my annual redownload <3 i've also been thinking about opening a discord, so if anyone has thoughts on that, i'd love to hear them! PLUS, i played the free demo for this indie otome-esque game on steam called homicipher, and i am begging for the release of the first chapter, idk if any of you have played it, but i am way too addicted for having only played like half an hour of it. anyway lolol, enjoy!!

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who buys bouquets of flowers every now and again on his way back home from rehearsals. He does his best to match the colors to your needs, —yellow on sad days in hopes they might lift your spirits, blue when you’re frustrated so that it might calm you down, etc.. They always smell so sweet, and you cherish them deeply. They always live longer than they typically should as a result of how well you care for them, and he loves to see the bashful smile tug at your lips as you accept them gracefully, even if you always tell him that he “really shouldn’t have” or that he “didn’t have to.” He does it because he loves you, and he thinks someone as beautiful as you should be presented with something just as gorgeous every now and again (even if he admittedly thinks you’re worlds prettier than flowers could ever be.)

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who writes little notes on the corner of the napkins he rests your coffee or tea on each morning, delicate and elegant handwriting in black ink sinking so perfectly into the ivory material. They’re never the same, always a different expression of his love or his admiration. You like to tear them off and keep them safe in a little box, and you open it up to read them when you’ve had a hard day or when you’re just not feeling your best. He always tells you that you don’t have to keep them, that he won’t be offended if you simply toss them away after you’ve read them and they’ve made you smile, —but you can never bring yourself to do it.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who folds little origamis for you when he gets the chance and leaves them somewhere around for you to find. It started with a tiny paper star he was folding for the heck of it, but you liked it so much that he decided to do it again, and again, and again. So now you have a neat little stash of different animals, shapes, and otherwise cool-looking creations (all of which have silly, blank expressions drawn onto them as faces that really add a sweetness to their personality.) You like to sit and fiddle with them every now and again, just to feel the sharp edges of the crane’s beak against your fingertips or to split the little heart apart and see the “i love you <3” written on the inside.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who buys sticky notes for his studies but ends up using most of them to leave you little notes with cute messages and silly doodles. He likes to think this is a better usage for them, especially when he watches you spot one out of the corner of his eye, and you hold it in your hands like it’s some kind of love-stricken poetry from a wordsmith he knows he’ll never be. They might be simple and straightforward, but there’s not much room for stanzas of prose on these little post-its, and reminders that you’re doing a good job or that you look cute are so much more than enough.

＃ JAEHEE !! ♡

Jaehee, who bakes you little desserts for you to eat when you get home, often heart-shaped or dusted in romantic colors, —always in your favorite flavors. Cookies with little jam hearts in the center, cupcakes with heart sprinkles and a cream just to your liking filling up the inside; each and every one made with so much love that you can practically taste it on your tongue. There’s no one else she’d rather bake for, and no one else she’d rather spend the rest of her days with. Sometimes words are hard to come by, and she worries she won’t always get it right, but when you kiss her on the cheek before taking a bite of her treats, well. . . She thinks things will be alright anyway.

[shroomaz]

"No One Else but You..." (Introduction)

A Future! RISE! Donatello x GN! Reader (Series)

A/N: This is a RISE! Take on the future story (Defeated Krang Route) and how I feel Donnie would act in the future. I personally...feel like he would be a good father, yet he has to get out of the way he acts as a genius and get in touch with his more emotional side...that's where you come in my dear reader. ENJOY!!! <3

WARNING: This is a story of You and Donnie coming together and co-parenting little softshell teetle tots. If you are not interested in babies that's completely fine- I'm much either LMAOOO-

He couldn't remember what life was like before.

It had been 20 years since the Krang were sent back to the prison dimension. And in those 20 years, the turtles have turned from teenagers...to adults.

It was such a change; especially for Donatello. The science behind time was never something Donnie could figure out. Time flew by so quickly- within a blink of an eye.

And thus, science still prospered.

It was something that he could look forward to in studies; more things to discover, more to understand...and that helped keep his mind occupied. This meant more projects of technological advancements and more body parts and upgrades for Shelldon.

It kept his mind off of...you. 

How is this? It all started the day you walked into his life...funny isn't it? The rooftop meeting; he never imagined would've give such bliss in memories as it did now.

Irony? The emotionally unavailable bad boy image twisting around and slowly becoming so attached to you throughout life the more he missed you.

He would often stay up doing all-nighters (like usual), trying to get his brain to think of other things...to no hope. Just going back to you.

It was nearly 17 years ago- 3 years after Krang was imprisoned...

......

...

"Donnie...?"

An 18-year-old Don was working on some upgrades to his battle shell, adding more limbs to his spider and sipping on flavorless juice. Blasting his jammy jams.

"DONNIE!" you had yelled out to Donnie to catch his attention.

"Hm?" Donnie had lifted his tech goggles and raised an eyebrow. "Oh- greetings Y/N! What brings you here to--hEy that's my chair!" Donnie gritted through his teeth as you laid your bum onto HIS chair...anyone else he would shove them out. However, this was you, he hated to admit it, but he had a soft spot for you.

You spun in it whilst laughing as he rolled his eyes and moved his things. "Oh come on Donnieeee...you know you are happy to see me." you had teased him with a little grin.

"Oh, on the contrary, dear Y/N, it is YOU who was missing me!" he gloated placing his hand on his chest with a smile. "Besides, it's been a while since you visited- What brings you to the Great Donatello today~?" more gloating...he loves to toot his own horn, doesn't he? It was cute.

"Can't I just come to see my partner anytime I want, hm? And-" Donnie turned back to you as he cheered.

"Victory! It seems that I am right...much like I concluded-"

"How else would you see me again." 

"....What...?" Donnie's features had dropped, as suddenly the once purple lights faded to black.

It was nothing but you... 

"What...where...? Y/N? What's going on?" Donnie had so many questions that needed answers, but were left unattended. You walked forward like you were reaching...but you turned and walked away, getting further and further.

"Y/N? No...No, no, no--Nonononono-NO- please don't leave me again- PLEASE!" Donnie called out as you continued into the darkness. The more he tried to rush to you, the more he felt like his limbs were being held back by gravity. The sound of an alarm blaring in the background getting louder.

You had looked back at him with a smile before he woke up again.

Gasping for air- and shooting up into a more proper sitting position.

He had fallen asleep at his desk again.

Looking around at his surroundings...feeling older and not like he did in his dream.

A dream...it was all a dream.

Donnie sighs as he places a hand over his face in a facepalm...and then there he felt it, the tears.

....He sighed as he rubbed his temples before looking over at one of his stations.

Standing, and stretching- he made his way to the table, and looked down at his project...his very high priority subject.

Smiling, almost full of pride.

Looking upon a specially-made incubator full of softshell eggs.

(END)

(I know this story doesn't explain a lot but its more like the prologue.

[everything-redacted-and-others]

Some random redacted head canons

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Geordi wears hearing aids and looses them frequently

Guy does this thing where every Saturday he will have a bubble bath and wear face masks and just have a whole spa day, and sometimes he convinces Honey to do it with him

David’s tickle spot is right under his rib cage and one day while him and Angel where cuddling they accidentally poked it and he giggled so now whenever they get the chance they’ll start poking under his rib cage just to get a reaction

Darlin likes to shift while laying on the windowsill and they’ll take naps there and then when they wake up they’ll cuddle sam while shifted cause there fur is all warm from the sun

Doc has a cat named skrunkly and Hush likes to follow it around

Lovely does not have a drivers license

Gavin has a dumpy

a lot of the Shaw pack as teens had a crush on darlin

Damien loves to bake and when Huxley found out he bought a bunch of ingredients and they had a fun time just baking together and talking about life and stuff

Darlin still beats themselves up for getting with Quinn till this day

Lasko spilled a cup of coffee in an Uber once and was so embarrassed, he tried to clean it up but it just made it worse

David has ridiculously long eyelashes and angel is jealous

Baabe does Asher’s makeup when they’re bored

Huxley collects cool looking rocks he finds

Hush has long black hair and sometimes Doc plays with it and puts it in braids, buns, etc.. (someone pls draw this I beg of u)

Honey is 6 foot and Guy is only 5’4 so he looks tiny compared to them

Darlin has thick thighs, Asher has nicknamed them “Sam’s earmuffs”

Lovely dances outside during thunderstorms to remember their powers

Sam likes to kiss the scars on Darlin’s body

Vincent has curly black hair

One time Angel caught David listening too Ariana Grande

Milo and Darlin used to watch horror movies as teens to see who would chicken out first

Sweetheart smokes when they’re stressed enough

Milo is really hot (fact.)

Gabe was a dilf (confirmed, I saw him)

Lasko’s first crush as a kid was Nala from the lion king

one time Coworker saw one of those TikTok’s that was like “if you need to get over him think of ___” and one of the things it said was “imagine him tripping and falling while trying to catch the bus” and they scrolled and said “eh he’d do that anyway” and Lasko was sitting right there

Freelancer sometimes sneaks into one of the boys apartments and steals their snacks

Angel isn’t short or skinny David is just huge (I will stand on this hill until the day I die)

Darlin and David are roughly around the same size and height

Vincent used to blast lil peep in his room when he was a newborn vamp (my lil emo baby🫶)

Damien doesn’t like alcohol

Both smartass and Darlin call their partners “old man” (lovingly)

Gavin listens to corpse when he cleans the house and he jams out to it

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this has gotten too long lol

[agirlcandream84]

Where There Is Light | Frank Castle x Reader

My first Frank Castle fic, which was a long time coming. It's... angsty which is sorta My Whole Deal ™️ but it's also pretty goddamn hot. Want to shout out @chvoswxtch whose Frank content is literal perfection and who single handedly made me fall in love with the character.

Summary: Frank returns from a trip to discover his worst nightmare, or so he thinks. Anger quickly turns to angst as Frank is confronted with his vulnerabilities head-on.

Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI. Explicit content. Fingering, P in V, slight praise kink, angst

"Alright, stop," you mumble, hearing enough.

"And do you know how easy it was for me to fucking waltz in here," he continues, his voice at a shout, ignoring your quiet plea.

"Frank stop," you beg a little louder, meeting his eye this time.

"That coulda been anybody who wanted to get in here," he rages on, undeterred.

"STOP!" you scream, even surprising yourself, "...please Frank...stop" the last words a more timid mumble, tears starting to spill at the corners of your eyes.

And this time he does. His posture frozen for a moment before snapping back to himself and his touch tender as he reaches for you.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart. It's alright," he says as he engulfs you in his arms. "I ain't gonna hurt ya. Ssh sh sh," he shushes you, as his calloused hand runs over the back of your head, your face pressed into his broad chest as you take slow breaths to calm your frayed nerves. "I do it cuz--" he starts but you stop him.

"I know why you do it," you interrupt, not making him say the names of the ones he lost. The truth was, you felt horribly guilty. He was right-- you were careless. And now wasn't a great time to be careless. Frank was away for a few days and you'd been so good about being vigilant without him but it was exhausting. Checking every blind spot. Jamming the door every night. Only running errands in daylight. No headphones--ever. You were Castle's girl and the wrong people knew it.

You wanted a normal moment. One normal moment. You opened the bay window in the living room to let in the late summer breeze and laid on the cool wood floor and listened to an album in the patch of sun like a cat. Freshly showered, a cold iced tea nearby, the moment felt nearly criminal. And it may as well have been.

Frank returned home after six long days and broke into a sprint the moment he saw the curtain blowing in the breeze, assuming a break-in. He climbed the fire escape, his heart hammering in his chest expecting to find his life destroyed for the second time. And instead he saw you, his cat in her patch of sun, and it would have been a goddamn beautiful sight if he hadn't thought you were likely to have been mutilated and dead instead. And all that anger had to go somewhere.

"I'm sorry," you murmur into his chest. "I was careless," you admit.

"Sweetheart I--" he starts but stops, his chin perched on the top of your head. "I know this probably isn't the life you imagined for yourself. And I, uh, I know it's on account of me," he continues.

"Frank don't." you stop him, his self-loathing creeping in like it had so many times before. The narrative woven into your relationship without your permission-- that you're Too Good for Frank Castle. You lean back from his chest to find his eyes. "YOU are exactly what I imagined for myself Frank Castle," you say with all the determination you felt.

His chocolate eyes scan your face before his hands find either side of your head to take your mouth in a kiss meant to convey a thousand words. I love you. I want you. I need you. Don't leave me. Don't die. His mouth moves with a desperate desire to consume you--to keep you just a little longer. That fucking curtain blowing in the breeze like a black flag playing in his mind. Like a man propelled forward with only momentum-- terrified if he stops you'll turn to dust.

You hear him inhale deeply through his nose as his tongue explores your mouth and your body melts into the strength of his. One arm laces behind your lower back as the other moves to cradle the back of your head, his hands weaving into your still-damp hair and tugging slightly to tilt your head upward. He uses the motion to trail his mouth down the length of your exposed neck as a breathy sigh escapes your open mouth.

"Frank-- it's ok-- I'm ok," you assure him in a whisper as his grip around you tightens. You know this Frank-- the Frank that's cracked open and terrified. The Frank that barrels forward fueled by the anger and rage of the things that have happened or could happen. The real Frank.

"I love you so fuckin' much," he says, his mouth returning to yours as his hand finds an anchor under your thigh to lift and guide your left leg around his waist, quickly followed by your right. Your core begins to throb as you feel the comforting size of him. The girth of his hips spreading your thighs apart. The expanse of his shoulders where your arms are draped. The power of his hands dug into your ass as he strides the length of the living room to place you gently in the patch of sun on the wood floor.

Positioned between your spread legs, he reaches forward to slide his old T-shirt off your body, taking a moment to mutter "fuck" as the sun hits your bare tits and he grips them possessively. His fingers sink into the waistband of your shorts and tug them down your legs, leaving you in only your wet panties clinging to your heated core. He slows now, his hands trailing up the sides of your hips, under your arms and down the length of your outstretched arms, pausing to lace his fingers into yours as he kisses you deeply.

"You gotta promise to be a good girl for me," he says between kissing the length of your neck to your collarbone. "Take all the precautions I say," he adds as he trails to the swell of your breast before sucking on your pert nipple. "No more mistakes princess," he continues, a trail of kisses peppered down your stomach.

His hand tugs are the waist of your panties and glides them over the curve of your hips and down your legs. He sees the slick coating of your puffy lips and a low whistle escapes his lips. "Can you promise to be good for me?" he asks, his hands drawing slow languid circles where your legs meet your hips.

"Frankie please," you whine, his form towering over yours, fully clothed and orchestrating your pleasure.

"Gotta hear you say it honey. Say you'll be a good girl," he says with a slight furrow of his brow.

"I'll be a good girl Frankie, I promise. Please," you mumble, taking the moment to open your eyes to find his-- your hips grinding to find friction.

"Sssh sssh," he hushes your desperation as his hand slides into your soaked folds. "Fuck honey, I didn't know it was this bad," he mumbles to himself, his hand working your petals, his finger slipping in and out of your needy hole. You gasp, your back arching, as the sunlight paints you in golden molten yellow.

The sight of you alights him and he sits on his haunches to fluidly remove his shirt and unbuckle his jeans, his cock already straining against them. He reaches in to guide this thick cock out and bends down to weave his arm behind your back again.

You whimper as he lifts you gingerly from the ground to straddle his lap, your slick core pressed against the length of his cock. "I gotchu sweetheart," he mumbles into your ear as he guides his cock into your velvety cavern.

He hisses and you feel like the air is squeezed from your lungs, perched on the expanse of Frank's thighs with the girth of his thick cock spearing you in place. Frank's slow intention before is replaced by feral desire, his pupils blown as he feels the full length of himself sheathed in your heavenly pussy. "Fuck sweetheart, you're so fucking tight," he says incredulously as your arms wrap around his shoulders to cling to his strength. "You tell me to stop if I'm hurtin' ya," he adds, finding your eyes for confirmation.

You lock eyes with him and shake your head no-- don't stop, never stop, stay this way forever-- your body nearly quivering with the sheer size of him. Your permission ignites him as he begins jutting his cock into you-- one pump, then two to make room before fucking into you with the full force of him.

You bounce on his lap like a ragdoll, holding onto his shoulders and looking down to see the way his cock splits you in two. His breath is ragged in your ear, with a fuck tumbling from his lips when you clench on his length. With each jut of his hips into your core, your swollen clit runs on the steely length of him, drawing you closer to bliss.

"Gonna make you feel good baby," he promises. Not just right now but for forever. For all the ways loving Frank Castle makes life harder he promises to make it worth it. "Gonna take care of you sweetheart," he says, sweat beading his brow as the force of cock slams deep into your belly. There's that terrified desperation again. His lust making way to fear, consuming you while he can hold you in his arms.

You look up at his face, twisted in concentration, fevered. "I know Frankie," you reassure him, pushing the stray hair from his forehead. "You take such good care of me," you agree, starting to roll your hips in his broad lap-- redefining the pace. You feel his breath slow as his head lolls back at the sensation of your cervix massaging the tip of his cock deep inside you. "You make me feel so good Frankie," you rasp, the statement so true it elicits tears from your eyes.

He finds your eyes and his hands find either side of your face. His mouth devours yours and then travels upwards to kiss away each tear that's escaped. "Fuck honey, I don't wanna lose you," he mutters with your tears on his lips, his eyes scanning your face as his cock is still buried deep within you.

"I'm staying Frankie. I'm here," you promise, the effort of riding him making the statement more of a whimper.

He senses your exhaustion and laces his arm again around your lower back, his other arm cradling your upper back. His support allows you to arch your back while his measured pumps become deeper and more purposeful. The long drag of his cock against your clit nearly unbearable. He feels you grip his biceps and knows you're close.

"Cum sweetheart. Do it for me, doll. Let me feel you," he croons as his lips travel down your neck. "Wanna make you feel good," he adds as his speed increases.

At his command, your bliss rips through you-- the sensation almost frightening in intensity. Your core is clenching so tightly around him that a guttural cry rips from your throat and the rest of your body goes limp in his arms. Only his support carries you through the waves of quaking and your ears ring like a bomb went off.

"Come back to me honey," you hear him say. His hand brushing the fallen hair from your face. "There's my girl," he smiles as your eyes flutter open, "there she is."

You place your hands on either side of Frank's face and cradle it, a gesture you might do to a cherubic baby but instead do to a man who inflicts pain for a living. His skin is rough, his nose puzzled together after a thousand breaks, his eyes crinkled at the corners. His cock is still steely inside you and you return to rolling your hips.

"Cum inside me Frankie. Fill me up," you beg the way he likes. He groans at your pleas. You reach for one of his arms and bring his hand to your mouth. You take his thumb in your mouth and suck it, holding his gaze as you roll your hips in his lap. "Fuck honey," he grunts before making three final forceful pumps into you before he coats your walls.

You stay this way-- entangled, embedded, soldered together by fire and metal -- until the patch of sun fades away.

[shiny-jr]

sorry, I don’t speak italian

Warning: Yes, this will probably be a yandere thing if I continue it. Not really anything like that in this part at least. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Grim, Riddle Rosehearts, Chenya.

Summary: When you awake in a world that’s very much like twisted wonderland but each dorm is it’s own kingdom, you have many questions that require pressing answers. It’s truly a shame that no one here understands you, and you cannot understand the strange language either.

Note: Did I not-so-subtly insert my other au? Ya. Anyways, I was just writing this just cause. As always, Heartslabyul ends up as the test subjects, I always start a series with them. So, if this garners enough attention and people seem to like it, well, maybe I’ll continue it. Who knows? Oh, and don’t think too much of the title. I literally couldn’t come up with anything else and when that popped up in my head, I laughed since it came from a specific non-twst reference. Might change it later. 

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to stay awake playing on your phone. Yeah, it wasn’t such a good idea in the beginning anyways because you had things to do in the morning and you had just sacrificed your previous slumbering hours for more time to play that disney-gacha game on your phone. But it wasn’t that big of a deal. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal. That is until you fell asleep with your phone in your hand, and woke up someplace that wasn’t within the familiar safe confines of your bedroom.

The sweet floral scent of flowers greeted you as you awoke, and when your eyes opened you were surrounded by tall towering green hedges. The grass was a vibrant green and surprisingly soft, it had provided a place to lay. It was no wonder you didn’t wake up immediately. Disoriented and confused, you looked around, finding none of your belongings and nothing of interest on this thin path. It seemed that the only thing you had on you were the clothes on your back, not even your phone was present.

You had to wonder if this was some elaborate trick or surprise, or even a dream within a dream. But when you pinched yourself and shook your head frantically, it all but confirmed that this in fact was not a dream. So the question remained, where were you? There appeared to be no one else around, so all you could do was carefully walk about. The more steps you took, the more twists and turns you found, which made it clear that this was a hedge maze. Every few minutes you would stumble upon a very small clearing, boxed in by more hedges, where bushes of red roses grew in multitude. Within one bush you spotted rustling, making you curious but also placing you on edge.

Was it a huge bug, or some other wild untamed animal? Next you heard cackling in a somewhat familiar voice within the bush. This caused you to raise an eyebrow and hesitantly put your hands on the leaves, pushing the little branches across so you formed a small opening you could peer through. That’s when you saw it. Gray fur, small blue flames, a forked black tail swishing happily. “Grim…?”

“Hm?” The said feline stopped burying his face in the large slice of tart, which he probably stole because why else would he be hiding, and gazed up at you. Around his cheeks and stuck to his whiskers was the red jam, making him look like he stumbled out of a crime scene. As he licked his whiskers clean and wiped off the rest of the jam with his paw, instantly his blue eyes lit up, and you swore the little fire on his ears grew a little more as he broke out in a huge toothy grin. “Yuu!” Instantly he shoved the rest of the tart in his mouth before jumping out of the bushes and into your arms, surprising you as you stumbled back a bit and held him tighter so he wouldn’t fall. 

You stood stunned as he happily nuzzled into your arm that cradled him, awkwardly patting down the fur on his head as you spoke, “Uh, sorry to break it to you, but I’m not Yuu. Well–– I kinda am, but not really? I sorta play as Yuu, but I’m not really them. Does that make sense?”

“Huh?” Grim stopped and peered up at you in confusion. “Eh, Yuu, hsta nowr tih uo? Yh ra a ginkase ll ewid?”

“What…?” You stared right back at him, apparently just as confused. Slowly you lowered him down to the ground, watching as he slowly began to spout nonsense and get more worked up the less you responded.

“E nac elebvi sth! Uo yanfli ocm acb na uory laitkn esru ewid! Tso laitkn ile aht! D uo kon sut oh gon e deati? Ou ocm acb riugn y casn mie, na uory laitkn ile n iena!”

“Uh…” You watch him drone on and on in that alien tongue, not able to understand a word he’s saying as he points to you, then him, then gestures to the area around them. Finally, after a moment, you stopped him mid-rant and shook your head as you lifted your hand. First, get the basics out of the way. Gently you poked him and spoke, “Grim.”

Grim stops speaking, only briefly before he looks at your hand and mutters, “Hta ra uo dnio…? Uory iuyrsoel tastrin t frea m ot. Ra ou Yuu orm aenoth patle?”

You ignore his offhand remark and then point to yourself. “(Y/n).”

The feline blinks at this, gesturing to himself as he slowly connects the dots. “Grim, na…” His paw presses against your chest. “Yuu.”

“No, no, no.”

You shook your head, to which Grim copied the movement and mocked. “No, no, no!”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh before shaking your head more slowly this time as you repeated your actions from before. Point at him, then at yourself, again and again, at least three times. “Grim. (Y/n). Grim. (Y/n). Grim. (Y/n). Do you get it now?”

Grim’s little paws hold your hand in place as you point to him, before he points at you with a single claw. “(Y/n)?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, watching as his tail swished back and forth.

“(Y/n)!” He repeats louder, looking quite pleased with himself when you begin to pet his head.

“You got it, Grim.” With one arm you supported his weight, and with your freehand you scratched a spot behind his ears softly, careful not to accidentally hurt him.

The feline purred in contentment, his nails digging into your sleeve but not touching your flesh. The cat nuzzled into your arm, closing his eyes and mumbling, “Yuu r (Y/n), sonet remett! E kon uory teh! Uory te en eh ebn gaitin fo!”

“I have no idea what you just said.” You sighed, still puzzled at how to proceed from here. But currently, Grim seemed more focused on the attention rather than conversation. He wouldn’t be answering your questions anytime soon, so without much of a choice, you continued walking along at a much slower pace, now relaxed that you weren’t alone.

That was when, only after a few minutes, you eventually stumbled upon a much larger clearing where there was chatter and people. Various peoples in strange yet extravagant red, white, and black outfits were among the roses, sharing tea and pristine white tables and taking turns playing what looked like croquet with flamingos as mallets and hedgehogs as balls. Then, one by one, they began to notice you, stopping whatever they were doing and not-so-discreetly whispering about you. You didn’t know what they were saying, but you knew when someone was talking about you.

Grim looked on edge now, clinging tightly to your arm as his bright blue gaze scanned the multiple faces of people.

Your unease is only increased tenfold when various soldiers of red and blue appeared in clanking armor, and you spotted the familiar bright red hair and wide gray eyes of a certain tyrant as he’s known in the game. And his face–– he looked so serious as he was staring straight at you, shouting something in the same alien tongue Grim spoke in, while pointing at you with his golden staff. Immediately as soldiers were making their way towards you and Riddle seemed to be after you for some reason, you could only think about that one twisted wonderland fic you found by accident and read due to pure boredom. Who was it by? Tiny junior? Wily junior? Whatever, that didn’t matter. The important part was, the fic was about the cast being all violent and on the attack because they believed the main character was some imposter! You couldn’t help but think what if it were the same here? Why else would Riddle be leering at you so fiercely and sending soldiers after you?

Grim gazed up at you with wide eyes, jumping out of your arms and tugging at your socks in the direction of where you came from, away from the people. There was an urgentness in his tone as he tugged harder, making you even more frightened. “Ocm n! E dot wan aht ryaz Riddle t eg sh sahn n uo ty! Ev lraby senp yn mie tih uo!”

That sounded like a hurry up, or he’ll kill you, to you. So you immediately began running after the sprinting feline, shuddering when you heard Riddle’s shouts grow louder and more frantic. Just as you began to worry if you could outrun those soldiers chasing you, Grim stopped and breathed those magical blue flames, covering your path and sealing the way behind you, preventing anyone from following due to the fire. You heaved a sigh of relief as the cat jumped on your back, cackling and taking the free ride, leaving you to do all the running until you could run no longer. Your legs had grown tired, you were out of breath, the commotion from earlier had long since faded the further you had gotten.

It was getting darker. You slumped down in the shade of a rose hedge to hide from the setting sun’s light and tucked away from view. You should be safe, for now at least. Grim slid into your lap, looking a bit worried, muttering something of what you assumed were either words of comfort or an apology for making you do all the running away. He placed a paw on your cheek, but you managed a hesitant tired smile. At least he hadn’t tried to kill you. For now you had one feline––

Your eyes trailed up to a floating upside down head that eventually materialized into an odd looking man somehow on top of the hedges and swinging down to see you at eye level. With yellow eyes, messy hair of all types of purple shades, and… purple cat ears…? A cheeky type of grin appeared on his lips as he continued to gaze at you upside down, and he spoke in a cheerful singsongy type of tone. “Ra uo sot~? Oh…!” He paused, his pupils going wide until his grin widened and he spoke more enthusiastically, “Yuu!!”

Another feline…?

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Soulmate AU: Separate Endings - Route 1

This is a separate ending for the soulmate au! pls read the main post first! ty! Ship: Simon "Ghost" Riley*GN!Reader

Today isn’t Simon’s day. This is the first day of his leave, but everything just wants to challenge his patience. There are no groceries left in his flat, so he needs to drive to the market to get some. Stucking in the traffic jam for over 30 minutes, he finally steps into the store, but just as him carrying the bag and heading back to his car, and sudden crack coming from the bag tells him something isn’t right. “Bloody fucking hell…” Simon looks at the products scattering on the floor, he curses under his breath, striding back to the market to buy a new bag. Eventually packs the things into the new bag, he sighs heavily when he can’t find his car key in his pocket. and to make everything worse,the rain start pouring down from the cloudy sky.

Running to a coffee shop nearby, he ruffles his hair in dissatisfaction, looks like the rain won’t cease in an hour or two, and he really needs a cup of tea to warm himself up. “Earl Grey, please.” The shop is comfy and quiet, giving him a moment of respite from the successive incidents. or that’s what he thought. “Sorry!! Are you okay?!” The cup shattered on the ground, he looks at the tea spilling all over the floor, and he just waves his hand to your words. “‘m alright.” He raises his head to see who bumps into him so carelessly, but when he meets their eyes, his heart can’t stop pumping faster under the thrill. No, not just black and white anymore. He looks into your eyes with confusion and awe, and he can spot the same emotions in them. “ummm, how about you sit down first, Sir? I will come back soon!” Simon watches you rush to the counter to borrow a mop and broom for cleaning, and as you are busy clearing up the mess you made, he observes you and the world that changed entirely when he met your gaze. This is what the world looks like. This is how the lost piece of your heart being found and connected back feels like.

The footsteps of yours catching his attention, two cups are holding steadily in your hands, and you take your seat across him. “Earl Grey, right?” He nods when you push his cup towards him. “Sorry for spilling your tea, please take this as my apology.” “Thanks.” Simon takes the cup in his hands, the tea warms up his frozen body soothingly. “Do you know what color your eyes are?” Tilting your head, your eyes fixate on his with curiosity. “They say it’s brown.” “Brown…” A grin spreads tenderly on your lips “They’re so beautiful, just like coffee” You signal at your cup. “I—“ He opens his mouth, but his phone rings just as he’s about to respond. “excuse me.” He gives you a nod before picking up his phone. “Hello, is this Mr.Riley? You left your key at our market when you came back for a new bag. Remember to come back and take it back!” The lady from the other side speaks. “I will. Thank you.” He lets out a sigh of relief as he hangs up the call. “I found the key to my car.” He tells you when he puts down his phone on the table. “oh, so that’s why you’re here.” “yeah. and you?” “My umbrella broke, so I just came in and waited til the rain stopped.” you chuckle in embarrassment. “But I didn’t think it’s bad though, because I met you here, I guess today’s my lucky day!” The graceful smile on your face is contagious, Simon deems when he can’t help but curl the corner of his lips. “Looks like the rain won’t stop in a while. Want to have a tea break with me?” He asks with “of course!” The sparkles in your eyes as you start telling him what happened before you came into this shop send him the happiness he hasn’t experienced in a long time.

Maybe today isn’t that bad. Simon takes a sip of tea as he listens to your rambling.

Hey! u got the fluff ending! if you want to see the other ending, pls click here, tyvm :D!

[yandere-sickness]

Cookie of the Sea

It is a night like any other night for the Dark Cacao Kingdom, a blizzard hailing down on too the Kingdom, the distant sound of the Sea bashing on the wall.

Yet something felt wrong to the Dark Cacao Kingdom, it was something to do with the sea. The Watchers on night duty kept a close watch on the Licorice Sea, waiting for it to do something.

Yet it seems like they didn’t keep a close enough eye on it as a hooded cookie came out of the sea, unharmed, grabbed their duel daggers and began to scale the wall. Once the cookie made it up the wall, they looked down at the Kingdom. Idiots the cookie thought, how did the Watchers not see them? Are they that stupid? The Cookie sighed then all they hear was a gurgled “Y/n Cookie…” The voice came from their cloak.

When lifts apart of the cloak to reveal a Licorice monster who must of separated from the sea to follow them. “I thought I told you and the rest to stay down their and wait for my call.” The monster looks away guilty, Y/n Cookie sighed but they can’t find the courage to be mad at them, after all The Licorice Sea saved their life when the Kingdom turned their backs on them.

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200 years ago, their was an attack on the Kingdom by the Licorice Sea. The wall was collapsing under the force of the Licorice Sea. 21 year old Y/n Cookie followed their tribe who was being evacuated to the Citadel. Unfortunately apart of the wall fell into Y/n Cookie’s left leg, the poor Cookie started the wail in pain.

Then, King Dark Cacao Cookie showed up along with many Watchers behind them. Y/n Cookie saw this and began to beg for help. Surely he will help you and yet… he turns his back on you and tell the Watchers to regroup with the others because there were to many monsters. And so… you were left behind to die.

You began to sob, any slight moment made a shot of pain shoot through your tiny body. The thought of being eaten by the Sea made you cry even louder. The King heard your cries but didn’t stop, knowing that their was no way of saving you.

But it seemed like he wasn’t the only one who heard your cries. Quickly, the gurgling sound of the Sea began to get closer. You began to pray to the Witches to make your death quickly and pain free. Soon the Licorice Sea’s began to coo in your ear. “Cookie…” “Leg…” “Pain….” The creature began to coo out. The it started to nuzzle you as it slowly lifts the bricks off your leg.

The King and Watchers saw everything, and they saw the Sea pick up your body before returning to behind the wall, pulling you body into it. Waves of guilt rashes through them. Why did it have to come to this?

Your vision was blacked out as you were pulled into the Sea, you felt the Sea rubbing it’s cold body against your warm one. Slowly, you began to fall asleep to the their cooing and gurgling.

Unknown to you, your soul was now bonded to the Licorice Sea, your body has stopped aging and now have a fast healing process.

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It has been 200 years since that day and you look like your in your early 20s.

You aloud the small part of the Sea to cling to you as you make your way to the Citadel.

You wanted revenge, you wanted to take away the most valuable thing from the Kingdom, the Soul Jam. If things go wrong then you will call on the Sea to destroy the Wall.

You had made it to the gates of the Citadel and was met with the face of someone you hate…

”So I was right… something was wrong…. The Sea has been acting strange and I think you have something to do with it.” Dark Cacao Cookie stated. You just wanted the Soul Jame, he didn’t need to make this hard or else the Sea will tear down the walls.

Quickly, the king got into a fighting position, yet he had a soft look on his face. You grabbed your daggers and got ready for his next move.

The fight has gone on for a while now, nether side had a clear victory. You soon realise that you need your monsters for back up and got ready to call for them, but sadly you were in unable as Dark Cacao Cookie hits a spot your neck with the handle of the sword, making you fall unconscious.

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A purple glow from the fire, lit up the throne room. On the throne was Dark Cacao Cookie with Y/n Cookie on his lap. It seems that the Sea didn’t eat Y/n Cookie all thought’s years ago. Instead, they bonded with their soul, making Y/n Cookie similar to him.

The Sea has been bashing against the wall, wanting Y/n Cookie back but thankfully, Dark Cacao Cookie made the Wall even more stronger. Soon one of the Watchers came running in, telling the King that the sea has tired themself out.

“Hhmmm good now we can get some peace.” Dark Cacao Cookie said, lips twitching into a smile for a second. “Y/n Cookie still has to wake up”

Soon, the Watcher was sent away. Dark Cacao Cookie let his smile show. Know it was just the waiting game. “Oh Y/n…” He whispered as he brushed his hand through your hair.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been watching you <3”

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Message From Iris

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Named Reader -> You come to Lockwood with a proposition for him and his team.

Disclaimer: Enemies to Lovers style. Named Reader as 'Iris'. Fake Dating, marriage of convenience. Not Proof Read.

“Stay there, I’ll be back.”

Lockwood nodded, and leaned back in his chair. 

How long had he even sat there? 2, maybe even 3 hours? God knows what George and Lucy must have been thinking…

Why couldn’t this have been her? Why couldn’t she had been sat here, instead of him? Why, after all the times she had stolen his cases, couldn’t she have been the one “trespassing” instead of him?

Slouching, Lockwood turned to look at his hands, feeling them begin to shake. 

No matter how much he was scared of what could happen, he couldn’t let the police know that. 

Only, looking from his hands, he spotted…paper. 

Folded up and jammed under the table, its white corner stuck out. The only way anyone could see it was if they were sitting where he was right now. 

Looking around, of course, he couldn’t see anyone. And, knowing that it was probably very late at night, not many, if any, officers would be behind the glass. 

So, yanking it from its hidden paradise, Lockwood unfolded it beneath the table. It was scrap, torn from a page and black ink scribble across it. 

Go along with it. 

Iris.

Iris? Who the hell was Iris? He didn’t know any Iris. Maybe it wasn’t for him. 

Though, before he folded it back up and shove it back under the table, the door opened up. 

“Come on.”

“What?”

“You’re free to go. You wanna stay? I can-”

Lockwood had never stood quicker in his life. He followed the officer down the hallway, to the locker room where he was given his stuff back. 

“You’re lucky your wife came for you when she did.”

Wife?

“My wife?”

“Yeah,” the officer laughed, turning the key to the final door. “She didn’t seem too happy that we arrested you. Sorry, about that, by the way. If we had known you knew the Langstons, we wouldn’t have-”

“Arrested me?”

“Yeah.” the officer laughed, nervously. 

Finally pushing the door forward, he let Lockwood go ahead. 

“After you, Mr Lockwood.”

Only, as the door opened and Lockwood walked ahead, rather than being greeted with his fellow agent and friend, Lucy, he was greeted with…you. 

You saw the recognition in Lockwood’s eyes as he drank you in. 

Standing there, you looked…fancy. Accountant fancy. No longer in the dark washed jeans and scrubbed out slogan t-shirt, you stood in heels, a freshly ironed skirt, pressed blouse, all the while dawning a long coat - one that he recognised in shape and style, but not in cleanliness. 

Usually, you were covered in dust and a little mud, and on the odd occasion, a scar or too. But, despite you looking the complete opposite as you stood across from him, he knew it was still you. 

“There you are, honey. Officer, thank you so much for giving me my husband back. We were supposed to be at dinner with a couple old friends tonight, but instead-”

“And, we can only apologise again, Mrs Lockwood. If we had known your husband knew your friends, we would have-”

“Not arrested him?”

“Exactly.”

“Well, thank you so much anyway. Honey, we better go. Otherwise George will have your head.”

Lockwood laughed along, putting an arm around you as you came into his side and kissed his cheek. 

“Hi,”

“Hi,” he replied, trying his best to make it no longer sound like a question. 

“Have a good night, officer.” 

“You too, Mrs Lockwood.”

You turned, along with Lockwood and walked outside, his hand still around you. Neither of you said a word until you both got into a black cab and you handed over the piece of paper with, what Lockwood assumed, was your address. 

“Iris.”

You looked at him for a second before sitting forward a little and began to remove your coat. “Glad you got my note.”

“How the hell did you even-”

“I have my ways,” you smiled. 

“How…why did you help me?”

“Call it cashing in a favour.”

“For me, or for you?” Lockwood questioned, watching as you sat back, folding your coat across your lap. 

“You needed out of somewhere,” you turned to look at him, “And I need in.”

“To…prison? You managed to get the note into that interrogation room. I’m sure it shouldn’t be difficult for you to-”

You laughed. “No, I don’t need to go to prison. I need into a Club.”

“What kind of club?”

“A club that Officer Krupkie back there, is a part of. It’s exclusively available to high society.”

“That officer is high society?” 

“No. But he did marry into it. Which brings me to my point. The Club is exclusively available to members of high society that are…married.”

“Why do you need it?”

“A case. My client has already secured me a place on the list, yourself as well since I gave them your name.”

“Why did you give them my name?” Lockwood asked, growing more concerned about how many people knew about his “marriage” before he did. 

“Because, despite not knowing who you were when we’ve met, I recognised your face in the paper.” you explained before quoting the newspaper. “‘From Left, to Right; Lucy Carlyle, George Karim, and…Anthony Lockwood’. Figured we’d run into each other again, at some point before now and since you have a reputation behind you, as do I-”

“And what reputation is that? Thief?”

Your shoulders stiffened at his comment. “If you’re talking about the cases I solved-”

“That you stole.” Lockwood emphasised. 

“Hey, those cases were Solvers keepers. I had my clients, you had yours. I just got there sooner. Anyway,” you tried to remain on topic. “With our reputations, there’s a chance we can solve the case and I can finish this job.”

“We?”

You tried your best not to sigh in defeat. “I need your help. Pretend to be my husband until we finish this job, and I’ll split the check with you, 80-20.”

“50-50.” Lockwood countered, despite not knowing what he was getting involved in. 

So, to save time, you gave him your final offer, without lowering and lowering to get there. 

“60-40.”

Lockwood gave no reply, so you took that to be an agreement. 

“I’ll split the check 60-40, and once we’ve finished this job, I’ll be out of your hair.”

Lockwood didn’t quite know what to say. He’d seen you at least half a dozen times, you’d been a thorn in his side from day one and his ‘enemy’ or ‘nemesis’ from your second meeting when it seemed like you were taking cases from him on purpose. 

Only, as his thoughts swirled around in his head, he realised the cab had stopped…outside Portland Row. 

Stepping outside of the taxi, you seemingly already paid and the driver pulled away and down the street. 

You were still there. 

“It’s a good deal, Anthony. But, I understand if you have to talk it through with your team.”

You weren’t suggesting he should talk with his team about it, you were making him talk to his team about it before accepting. 

And he didn’t even know about the case yet.

Lockwood wavered for a moment before finally ascending the steps and entering his home. You followed suit, your heels clicking on the concrete beneath them until you were met with the softer floors of his home. 

Cozy was the first word that came to mind. Homely and…peaceful although you knew you’d probably question that third one if you ever saw the team researching a case together. 

“Come on in, I guess.”

Walking through the house, you entered into the kitchen where you saw Lucy Carlyle and George Karim sat at the breakfast table. 

Lockwood seemed like a deer in headlights for a moment. 

“Lockwood!” Lucy exclaimed. “Where the hell have you been?”

George was going to ask the same thing, until he spotted you. 

“Who are you?”

Lockwood didn’t quite know what to say, so…

“Guys, meet Iris,” Lockwood turned and looked at you for a moment before eventually looking back at his friends. “My wife.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on…what?”

You sighed a little, and got more comfortable in your seat. You had been sitting in the Portland Row kitchen for over an hour, explaining what happened between yourself and Lockwood in the police station and taxi cab. 

“If you all,” you looked to Lockwood for that, “agree on helping me with this case, you’ll receive 40% of the earnings, so long as the case is solved.”

“This check…” George began, “How big are we talking? Because you’re being ominous about it, so that either means it’s a bad case or it’s really good money.”

“George.” Lucy scolded despite wishing to know herself. 

Again, you shifted in your seat and leaned more into the table, interlocking your fingers with themselves. 

“As a company, with 40% of the earnings, so long as the case is solved-”

“Oh, just tell us.”

You looked between all three of them before looking back to George. 

“£200,000.”

Silence then; “What?!”

“So long as the case is solved.” you stressed. 

“Hold on,” Lockwood stopped you. “If that’s 40% then that means…”

“The whole case is half a million.” you replied. 

“What is so dangerous that the pay off is half a million?” Lucy asked. 

Even Lucy knew, as much as half a million is seriously good money to be paid for a job, it also means it comes with a giant risk. 

“I can’t tell you unless you agree to take it on.”

“Why would we agree-”

“Because it’s on a need to know basis. You take the case, I’ll give you as much information as I can for your questions. Other than that, my lips are sealed.”

“So, you’re telling me, that we don’t know who we’re working for, we can’t know what the job is, and there is a chance we don’t get paid…and yet you’re still asking for our help?” George questioned. 

“A risk comes with every job, as long as we solve the case, we get paid. I know my client and, since myself and Lockwood seem to take on similar cases, it shouldn’t be too much to take on. Field work will mainly be down to myself and Lockwood since the club already has our names.”

“So, we’ll be doing research?” Lucy asked. 

“Mostly.”

“But you just said only you and Lockwood will be in the field.” 

You shook your head. “Mainly, we’ll be working in the field, but we will still need your help. If you agree to take it on, I can get you both jobs working for the club. As Lockwood and myself have our ears and eyes on the residence, yourself and George will have yours on the staff.”

It took a while - longer than you thought - but they eventually agreed to help you with the case. 

You could only pray it would take less time to solve the case, than it took them to make the decision about taking on the case. 

[tainted-liquor]

'Kick The Radio!

Hobie Brown x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! TWs: Chaotic Hobie, Cockney slang LMFAOO, cussin' W/C: 1.3k A/N: British ppl please correct the slang tyvm

"For the last time, I'm a good driver! Swear it!" Hobie reassured as he threw a smaller size suitcase in the backseat of his van. You had reluctantly agreed to go on a road trip with him across the country just a few days prior, but you weren't sure if you wanted Hobie to drive on account of him not having an actual license. "Babes, I can drive. I jus' don't 'ave an official card that says so!" he giggled, grinning ear to ear as if he wasn't just confessing to putting both your lives at risk. "'M not so sure I want you driving, Hobie..." You muttered, throwing your small suitcase in the back alongside his as you climbed into the passenger seat. "Relax, dollface! We'll be alright, jus' need'ta find my daisy roots..." he said, diving in the back seat for his extra pair of chunky black boots and blue laces.

He emerged a couple seconds later, a small grin on his face as he showed you his 'nature boots', the ones he only used for trails or hiking. "Baby, why are all your laces blue?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as Hobie started up the car. "Why do you think I don't have a license?" he 'answered', patting the side of your face gently as he backed out of his parking spot just a few feet away from the dock. You hummed to yourself as you got out on the road, mumbling song lyrics occasionally as you tapped away on your phone. "...I get my kicks on and I wanna start a rager..." you murmured, quickly shutting up when you heard an "Oi! No green day nonsense in my jam jar!" from Hobie.

"Damn nigga, well then turn on the radio!" You giggled, attempting to change the station and turn up the volume. "Y'gotta kick it" Hobie stated as normally as ever. "Huh?" you asked, eyes widening as a confused smile grew on your face. Hobie laughed, shaking his head as he gave the firmest kick to the car radio you'd ever seen him give. The car shook with the force of his boot, eyes widening as music suddenly began to play out of the speakers.

You both erupted in giggles, fighting for your life as you both realized just how bad Hobie's car was. He could always fix it anytime he wanted, he just chose not to. Spewing something along the lines of how it 'gives the car personality' and he doesn't feel like spending time on fixing something when it still...'works'. You let the music invade your ears, feeling your body vibrate slightly with each bass thump. Hobie used one hand to guide himself through the road, and another to drum his finger against your thigh as he found his natural comfort with the music.

"Chain-gang chainmail, I DON'T THINK AT ALL!" he sang, clearly in his own little world as you giggled at his cute self. You nodded your head to the music, staring at the cars and trees passing by through the window. "Hey, Hobie?" You began, slowly facing him as you realized you had no idea where he was going. "Yea, luv?" He answered, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him as he turned down the radio to hear you better. "Where we goin'?" You asked as you reached back awkwardly into the backseat, snatching the fuzzy blanket Hobie purposefully kept back there for you and throwing it across your body.'

"No idea." He laughed, clearly driving around with no real goal. "We'll find out when we get there!" He smiled, turning up the heat in the car slightly as you nodded in disbelief. You both vibed to the music flowing from the radio, talking about various topics that appeared in your head. "Think 'm just a cat person, luvvie. Dogs get acclimated to a schedule, cats do whatever they fuckin' want, yea?" he explained while he made a sharp right, finding himself parking next to a random city you'd never even seen in your life. "Hobie...how the fuck did you know this was here" you gawked, becoming utterly confused as you cautiously climbed out of the car. "Didn't!" he shrugged, gently grabbing your hand and pretending to help you out of a carriage.

You set off down the unfamiliar city, purchasing various sweets and snacks from small businesses and thrift stores. "Hobie, look!" You squealed as you held up the rabbit plushie, a massive grin on your face as you displayed one of its floppy ears. "Look at tha'! Put it in the trolley n we'll get it, right?" he said as you handed him the small bunny, skipping off to hopefully find more of its variants in a further section. Unfortunately, you didn't find another version. So you made your way over to the counter, paid for your items, and left the store clutching a stitched and stuffed bunny. "Y'gonna name him?" Hobie asked, raising his shoulder as a form of pointing to the stuffed animal.

"Like a baby?" you giggled, rolling your eyes jokingly. "Yeah sure, I'll name our son. Hoppart Jr." You laughed, in danger of losing your footing as you stumbled due to your violent giggles. Hobie gave you a small look of disapproval before bursting out into laughter beside you. "Alright, alright. Your son, you can name him whatever" he shrugged with a toothy grin. "OUR son" you corrected as Hobie opened your car door, chuckling and snorting as he shook his head. "OUR son" he echoed as he dove into the driver seat.

You set off on the road again, conversing and joking about everything under the sun while holding your 'son' on your lap, examining the new plush you'd add to your collection. "I think we should give him piercings" Hobie commented as he drove with...one hand yet again. "WHAAAT!? You wanna give your baby piercings!" You joked, pretending to gasp and cover Hoppart Jr's ears. "People do it all the time! Plus, you can't tell me it wouldn't look cool on that plush" he explained as a smile crept up onto his features. "Yeah, you're right I think I'll put some on him when we get home" You nodded, turning the plush to face you as you mapped out what areas you'd pierce. You rested the plush back on your lap, covering the both of you with the fluffy blanket as you stared out the window.

The sky was turning a sugary shade of pink, the sun hanging low to your left, tucked in between fluffy clouds as you felt yourself mellow out. "Y'alright, luvvie?' Hobie asked, glancing over to see you leaning on the car window, staring at seemingly nothing as you got quiet. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, babe. Just a lil tired..." you answered, voice sounding softer and lower than usual. "Ah, Okay. Can you stay up for me a lil longer? Wanna show you something later" He cooed, gently rubbing your shoulder as you nodded. "Y'can sleep all you want after, dove I swear" he added as he sped up slightly.

You battled sleep for roughly 30 minutes, watching as the sky transformed from pink and orange to dark and blue. "C'mon, luv let's go" Hobie whispered as he scooped you up from the passenger side, parking the car in a random field. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning your head against his shoulder as he raised himself out of the van's sunroof. He found purchase on the roof of his car, turning you around on his lap so you could see the breathtaking view of the night sky with little to no light pollution. You watched in awe as the stars illuminated the night sky, finding refuge perfectly in every speck of empty space around the moon.

"Damn...'s fuckin' amazing, Bee. Can't tell me this wasn't planned" You smiled, staring up at the speckled inky black sky, grinning tiredly as Hobie wrapped both arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head. "This bit was, yeah. I wanted to show you since I know you love staring at the moon...for whatever reason" he sniggered. "Wow! Such a gentleman" you joked, pushing back on his chest to shove him without moving your arms.

"Thank you, my love."

"Ya welcome, lil Dove"

TAGLIST FORM HERE!! NEEDED TO ORGANIZE SOME SHIT MY BADDD

©Talia's Ish! Pls don't be a trifling thief !

[asendingtothestarsasone]

Gentle Sin

Summary: A flat mate wanted listing sends you on a journey that leads you into the arms of the sweet but protective Jake.

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI

Oral (female receiving), Uprotected Sex, Assault, Dirty talk, Biting, Hair pulling, Mentions of Alcohol

*This is my first fanfic/smut. Thank-you so much for reading and let me know if you want a part two*

When I saw the listing, I thought it could not be more perfect. 

Two musicians were in search of a flat mate for their spacious 3-bedroom house, featuring a generous bedroom, bath, and even a hot tub on a large balcony—all for just $250 a week. Being someone dedicated to learning guitar and nurturing my singer-songwriter aspirations within the confines of my bedroom, this opportunity felt like a gateway to fully immerse myself in Nashville's vibrant music scene. 

Knocking on the door, I was met by a captivating sight—a man with long, wavy brown hair, a striking face adorned with big doe brown eyes, and an enchanting smile. As he extended his hand for a shake, I could not help but feel the warmth of his soft yet calloused fingertips. 

"Hello, I'm Y/N. I'm here for the room viewing." 

"Yes, of course. Nice to meet you. I am Jake. Come inside, and I'll show you around." 

As Jake guided me through each room, his sweet demeanor captivated me. The house had a unique decoration style, blending modern and '70s aesthetics, with framed posters on the walls and electric guitars displayed proudly. Finally, we reached a white room at the end of the hallway, featuring a large bed with beautiful linens and a fur throw. 

"So, this would be your room if you decide to take it. It's filled with sunlight, and there's this lovely old desk for you to use." 

"That would be perfect for my music writing. It's a beautiful spot." 

"Oh, you're into music too?" 

"I wish I were a musician. I do it in my bedroom, but I dream of playing in front of people. I've been learning guitar as well." 

"That's great. I play guitar in a band with my brothers. I could teach you some things if you're interested." 

"Wow, yes, that would be amazing. I will definitely take the room now. 

"Perfect. I'll message you all the details in the next few days, and once you're settled in, we can have a jam session." 

"Sounds perfect. See you soon." 

"See you soon, Y/N." 

As I carried my last box into the new place, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. Seated on my bed, I thought, 'This is going to be good for me. Change is a good thing.' After a challenging previous relationship, being on my own to focus on my dreams felt like the right step. 

Over the next few days, I unpacked and transformed my room into a cozy haven. Yet, I had not interacted much with my new flat mates, who were both away on road trips playing gigs. 

The following day, a knock on the door revealed a tall man with short black hair, an eyebrow piercing, and deep blue eyes—Nick. 

"Sorry, I couldn't find my key. You must be Y/N." 

"Yes, I am. I just moved in a few weeks ago." 

"Hi, I'm Nick. Are you from Nashville?" 

"No, I'm from a small town in Michigan called Milford. What about you?" 

A voice chimed in from behind, and I turned to see Jake entering. 

"Wait, you're from Milford?" 

"Yeah, I grew up there." 

"No way, I grew up in Frankenmuth with my brothers. That's where we started our band in our parents' garage." 

Nick laughed, "And you never really made it out of there, did you?" 

"Hahaha. Good to see you as always, Nick." 

Jake suggested, "So, you guys hungry? I was thinking we could go out for some dinner, maybe a drink or two, or three." 

"Hell yeah," Nick exclaimed. 

"I'm down," I replied. 

As our nights out continued, the dynamics between us became more apparent. One evening, after dinner and a couple of drinks, Jake opened up about his musical journey. He shared the challenges of balancing artistic integrity with the demands of the industry. It became evident that he was not only a talented musician but also someone deeply passionate about the craft. 

Meanwhile, Nick's charisma was undeniable. Over drinks, he revealed that he was the lead singer of a rock band that had gained local recognition. He spoke animatedly about the thrill of performing in front of a roaring crowd, but there was an underlying competitiveness in his tone, especially when Jake's accomplishments were brought up. 

In the following days, as Nick's band went on tour, Jake and I spent more time together in the house. Our shared love for music created a natural connection, and Jake became not just a roommate but a mentor. He patiently guided me through chord progressions, song structures, and the art of storytelling through music. It was during these moments that a deeper bond formed, one that transcended the shared space we inhabited. 

Late nights turned into early mornings filled with laughter, music, and meaningful conversations. Jake's stories of his own musical journey, the ups, the downs, and the lessons learned, resonated with my own aspirations. It was in these moments that I realized our connection was evolving into something more profound. 

However, the peaceful harmony we were creating was disrupted when Nick returned from his tour. His demeanor had shifted – he was constantly drinking, and his once-charming confidence now bordered on arrogance. Nick's attempts to impress me became increasingly apparent, and his behavior towards Jake grew confrontational. 

Tensions escalated one evening when Nick, fueled by alcohol and jealousy, made snide remarks about Jake's music, and questioned his dedication to the craft. The atmosphere in the house became tense, and it was clear that the friendly camaraderie we once shared was threatened by Nick's insecurities. 

Amidst the growing discord, Jake and I found solace in our shared passion for music. We retreated to the balcony, away from the brewing storm inside. Under the starlit Nashville sky, Jake expressed his concern about the strained atmosphere and Nick's changing behavior. As we spoke, the undeniable connection between us became palpable, and the unspoken understanding deepened. 

In the days that followed, Jake and I continued to immerse ourselves in music. He shared not only technical knowledge but also the emotional nuances that make a song resonate. Our collaboration on songwriting projects became a therapeutic outlet, a sanctuary away from the brewing tension within the house. 

As the divide between Jake and Nick grew, it became clear that Nick's feelings for me were a driving force behind the conflict. The once vibrant energy of the house was now overshadowed by the growing animosity between the two musicians, leaving me caught in the middle of an unfolding drama that threatened to disrupt the harmony we had cultivated. 

 

One night, as I stepped out of the shower and hastily threw on some clothes, I heard a commotion downstairs. Curious and concerned, I headed down the stairs, only to witness Nick and his friend barging through the door. His friend continued down the hall, while Nick stood there, demanding my attention. 

"Come down here, Y/N, I need to talk to you," he insisted. As I descended the stairs, he began making inappropriate advances, emphasizing how beautiful I was and suggesting I deserved someone better. 

Uncomfortable and distressed, I asked him to stop, but he ignored my pleas. In that unsettling moment, Jake intervened, stepping up behind me. 

"Don't touch her, Nick," Jake warned. There was a silent exchange between them, a look that conveyed an unspoken rule. However, Nick's response was aggression, pushing Jake to the brink. 

As Nick lashed out, hitting Jake, and causing blood to flow from his nose, panic set in. I screamed for Nick to stop, but it only fueled his anger. Desperation took over, and I found myself standing between them, pleading for peace. 

In a fit of rage, Nick struck me and shoved me into the wall. Jake, driven by a protective instinct, retaliated, unleashing a torrent of punches on Nick until he crumpled to the ground. Frantically, I tried to pull Jake away, begging him to stop. Locking eyes with him, I implored, "Look at me, Jake. Please, stop." 

Something in his gaze shifted, and he paused, realizing the extent of the chaos. He looked down at his bloodied hands and whispered, "Oh my God, what have I done?" 

In the aftermath, Nick's friend emerged from the bathroom, appalled by the scene. He helped Nick up and ushered him out the door. Tears streaming down my face, Jake wiped them away and we clung to each other in silence, processing the whirlwind of emotions. 

 

Finally finding words, Jake apologized sincerely, expressing disbelief that anyone would dare to harm me. We sat in quiet solidarity, grappling with the aftermath of the violent encounter. He eventually stood up, gently pulling me into his room.  

We perched on the edge of the bed, and Jake began cleaning up the remnants of the blood. Once the task was complete, he sat next to me, wiping away the tears that still streamed down my face. As he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, I impulsively grabbed his chin and kissed him. The warmth of the kiss provided solace after the pain that had just unfolded. 

He pulled away, a question in his eyes, "Are you sure you want to do that... now?" 

I responded with conviction, "I have never been more sure of anything." He cupped the back of my neck, and we shared a powerful kiss that felt like a healing balm for the wounds we had both endured. It was almost overwhelming, a moment of profound connection in the chaos. 

I kissed him back trying to match his fire but he pushed my back on the bed and soon he was on top if me kissing me with such intensity. He trailed kissed down my neck until I was moaning. Running his fingers through my hair I was overwhelmed with sensations. I could feel his cock getting hard against me which make me let out a moan. He pulled my shirt over my head “can I touch you?” “please” he cupped my breast and squeezed it running his fingers over my nipple while he bit into my neck. 

I was starting to get wet, then he pulled off my skirt and ran his hand over my panties “is this, okay?” “Yes, please don't stop” he pulled my panties down and started laying a trail of kisses from neck down to my pussy. Then started running circles over my clit with his tongue so slow and delicately I was losing it. 

I came hard and felt my wetness pooling. He brought two fingers up to my entrance and slowly put them inside me. The feeling of being filled up by his fingers with his tongue on my clit was too much and I came again.  

He then brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. He came back up and kissed me so sweetly "can I fuck you"  "please fuck me I want you so bad" and he pulled his boxers down and lined up with my opening. He kissed me on the lips so passionately and pushed his cock inside me. The feeling was too much. 

He immediately filled me all the way up until I could not take anymore, and I moaned with pleasure. He started kissing my neck again and biting me while fucking me hard and deep “oh Y/N you feel so fucking good” he cupped my breasts and squeezed them while trusting into me. 

Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and gave it a gentle pull and layed into me so hard it feel like heaven ”fuck I am going to come” “come for me baby” “come all over my cock” just like that I was putty in his hands I came hard digging my nails into him "good girl" fuck this man was magic.  

I have never felt like this before he whispered in my ear “fuck you feel so good I'm going to come” “please come inside me” “you want me to fill you up baby?” “Yes, I'm begging you” he came so hard inside me I could feel his cock pulsating.  

As he pulled out of me the warm liquid rushed out, he got a towel to clean me up and after I was all cleaned up, he pulled me into a cuddle and played with my hair just as I was falling asleep I heard him whisper “I want to keep you Y/N, forever” 

[iersei]

okay. let's talk about black terry jr.

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TL;DR: terry jr is black. that is something that should not be erased. regardless of your access to or willingness to search for the canon material that confirms this, you should not be depicting him as white. whitewashing terry by refusing to think of him as black creates an unsafe space for our black community members, and you should re-examine your personal biases if you choose to insist on continuing to see terry as white.

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terry jr is black. point-blank. and if terry jr is canonically black, then he should be depicted as such.

i will concede that it is something that you might not spot if you listen through the podcast casually. it's something that i didn't know was actually official in any capacity until recently. and i would like to note that i do not have and have never had access to the dndads patreon. i have not listened to any of the teen talks in full (even the ones released to the public. it's just not my jam.), and any information or spitballing contained within is something that i have either been told second-hand or am completely unaware of. i also didn't look at the official poster (the "everything is alright" poster) that depicted both terry jr and samantha as black.

but the fact of the matter remains that terry jr and samantha are black and have been acknowledged as such within the source material.

once again, i myself didn't seek this information out enough to know it was official canon. so then why have i always depicted them as black anyway?

well when i started engaging with the fandom, i saw what was being presented to me in the fandom was overwhelmingly that terry was indeed black or at least popularly interpreted to be black. and my first and only thought was that that was nice. so i decided to roll with it.

if i really wanted to check if that was canon and it being canon was important to me, i could always have asked around. i could've sought out information from official sources. because if they were black and i just missed it in some way, i would've wanted to check myself. especially because doing so would lead to whitewashing.

but i didn't feel the need to do that because i think that just the added racial diversity was really cool to see on its own.

for argument's sake, there is still the possibility that you'd think it is simply just popular fanon. let's say you chose to not check for yourself whether or not he was canonically black. or let's say that, for whatever reason, you think that what is available isn't enough to sufficiently deem him canonically black. so let's discuss why terry should still be depicted as black even if it was "just" fanon and there were no official artworks to go off of.

i am not of the opinion that fanon in general should be taken as gospel. in fact, there are quite a few things within dndads fanon itself that i personally disagree with and choose not to engage with. the reason why this interpretation in particular is a sore spot is the question of why, after seeing the popular portrayal and recognizing the ability to create racial diversity in a space where a good amount of appearances and identities can be up for interpretation, someone would still choose to depict him as white.

why do you choose to depict him as white? do you have any personal biases that make you think that he would or should be white? do you think that it is unimportant or inconsequential to not depict him as a person of color?

what would be so compelling about making him white that you would choose to go against this interpretation? why is it so important that you continue to see him as white?

who are you ignoring in the process?

i do not think it is deliberately malicious to initially think that terry jr is white. it is the unfortunate truth that white tends to be considered the default. but it begins to rub me the wrong way when anyone chooses to stick with that idea when presented with any evidence or argument to the contrary.

though i will admit that i am not black, i am still a person of color. and i think that creating a fandom space where we can highlight, create, and celebrate racial variety means creating a space where people of color feel safer. and because i would like to uplift the black fandom member who tried to voice their own personal take on this matter, i would like to link back to [this post from vivalapersistence] as the reason why i felt compelled to talk about this in the first place.

i don't want to talk over him, but i want to point out his statement that having this kind of solid representation is important and means something to him as a black person in this community. erasing terry as black means that you would be, intentionally or not, erasing and silencing black voices. it takes away that element of representation within the fandom and does real harm to the black people within when you decide that that representation isn't important. there are real racial connotations to the argument here, and it's frankly a little callous to pretend like there's not.

so maybe let's be nice to the BIPOC in our community spaces, okay?

and i want to make it clear right now. if you want to discuss what i say here, you can discuss this with me.