#the single braincell pulled through

[kalims]

pop !

giving them a balloon with a confession in it and running away,

premise. out of confession ideas? sick of the pile of stupid papers crumpled up on the leg of your desk? or perhaps you're just in the 'you only live life once' mindset. since the school year is ending, why not get rid of the annoying feeling of him tingling your mind? (in the form of a balloon, you never said you were gonna stick around!)

characters. all sorted by dorm

content. mc runs away after giving it, based on a tiktok I stumbled across approximately a year ago... mentions of marriage (one sign and some were speeding through the future)

note. savanaclaws part hmmm yummy

heartslabyul

unsurprisingly, riddle gets a lot of bizarre things from students and professors alike. confessions are one thing but having one in this... circular, red, full of helium balloon is certainly a surprise. creative, he'll give them that. if anything he's just confused with it in his arms as you just sort of, shove it in his arms and run away. he recognizes you easily but once cater plucks it out of his grip and shows him the message he just turns red.

trey is the type of guy to accept whatever you give him, honestly. it doesn't matter if you give him the most random of items, he'll take it without a single word of query (unless it's really questionable.) you could hand him a bottle of mustard in class, trey'll just blink and hold onto it patiently. a pair of batteries? thanks he guesses. a red, inflated balloon? he spares you a questioning glance but you're already collecting dust with how fast you ran away so he turns it and resists a smile. clearly spotting the bold letters.

the opposite of clover, cater just doesn't take anything from you unless it piques his interest or is just a casual 'hold onto this for a few' like water or something. things bordering past unusual is what he'd hesitate to take, though less given he trusts you. sometimes he doesn't take it all together simply cause he doesn't feel like it. caters probably updated on everything so when you shove the balloon in his arms and beeline he's pulling out his phone ready to scream his ass off in his dump account. (also gotta magicam this, duh.)

will most likely just dump it on the ground without another thought. or hand it back to you. ace does not care about balloons, he might even pop it in your face. that is, if you stayed for more than a second. he feels more inclined to peer further cause you ran away so fast. you looked embarrassed, and he finds out quickly why you'd proceed to never show up to his face for the following week when he spots it. stares at it dumbly for like, a minute before taking off after you... be scared ig.

added to the top ten best moments of his life note on his phone. deuce silently highlights your name on it with the same angry, red bump on his forehead because he accidentally ran into a pole midst trying to find you around the campus. he had the same idea as ace (twins) which is finding you immediately except once he read the confession he promptly lost all his braincells in the process. so he's very excited, slash embarrassed, slash shy? and can't conjure any logic cause it's just your face.

savanaclaw

jokes on you. you think he's gonna make an effort to catch your stupid balloon? leona just watches it drop to the floor. the effort is only exerted when he's absolutely sure you've run away on your slow legs, he's not bashful—not at all. maybe that's just denial speaking though. he takes one look at the balloon, and pops it with a single dig of his nail. the stare is so brief that you'd doubt if he ever read it at all, when the evidence of your apparent love is now non-existent in the physical world, very much still lingering inside him. leona comes to the predicament that he can't seem to sleep days after.

ruggie is all too familiar with the lack of appreciation some folks hold towards cheaper material gifts. like a luxury jewel, a big, shiny lil' thing ultimately rotting in the closet of some soul cause its the 'price' that counts. he spots the words easily, discerning the black ink. not entirely formed with straight lines, the keen eyes of his spots the wriggles some hold. as though whoever wrote was nervous and he bores an impish grin. (and some back corner of his closet holds no big, pricey jewel, but the deflated balloon is worth all the more to him.)

more likely to leave it on accident. after falling victim to the annoying pranks his other first year 'friends' like to do, with him as the victim apparently. he's more suspicious of it than anything, jack does not want a face full of whipped cream once again. he stares at it like it's an alien and only goes for the initiative to take it into his hands when it rolls and showcases the very bold text, highlighted and straight to the point. jack inevitably ends up accidentally popping it due to the fear that some other person probably saw it, he did not mean to wreck it. atleast not with a messy chain of thoughts, but hey. atleast he got the message...

octavinelle

well versed in catching you in a gentle manner, if you ever slipped (he definitely did not practice.) so azul's reflexes respond quick enough to capture the red little thing with ease. he recognizes it as one of your antics, and he rarely doesn't humor them since it was harmless ones that don't really get under his skin, unlike that of the tweels... the curiosity of looking forward to whatever you had far outweighed any annoyance, and great sevens he might actually combust. ("JADE PREPARE THE LOUNGE—") <- absolutely ready to initiate the plans he had detailed through a script ages ago if this were to ever happen, with a red face. ha, ha.

either clueless, or already got an idea based entirely on the adorably stiff look on your face. jade easily puts two and two together, it's quite funny because he picks it up and doesn't spare a single look. stalking off to find you immediately, and only then does he take a peek as to whatever made the balloon special, right in front of you cause apparently he's gotta witness your raw embarrassment in the flesh?

floyd is likely not interested in the ball in the first place, he thinks you want to play catch so he runs after you with a laugh that... makes you a lot more concerned. he flings it uselessly to the face of some poor soul before he sprint after you, probably traumatizing them when they spot the 'I like you' on it, and when they realize they got it from the resident terrorist whose definition of 'I like you' is 'you're entertaining, I'm gonna keep on playing with you'. (only blinks when you tell him about it, seeing as he isn't close to releasing you anytime soon from his arms.) caught you!

scarabia

sparkles, around the sun... too bright... kalim's blinding everyone else with his obvious joy. almost immediately turns it and it's clear he saw something he really liked cause he has one of those grins, really wide, showing off his teeth and his face scrunches up to the point where you could barely spot the red irises of his eyes. his lips are wobbly too! and he thought the notion was simply too cute... (so much he just had to send it back, so you could feel what he felt too!) except it comes in a hundred times balloons inside your home.

really confused. is this supposed to be a new form of comfort in the era that he hasn't caught up with yet? jamil does nothing much to stop you from running away, yeah. that's your choice but it did strike an inkling of suspicion in him. with the way you aggressively shoved the balloon in his arms before you ran away makes him think it's contents are supposed to be for him only. seeing as you collected dust with that sprint, so he brings it home. and damn, thank god he did because seven forbid if anyone else actually saw the flicker of bashfullness in his expression, hopefully not his warming ears either.

pomefiore

you try to fool him by not rushing up to him, shoving it and then speeding away for once. but instead calmly placing it in his arms and then walking away like it might be the last time yall have a friendship haha (👀) vil sees right through you either way. dare I say he thinks the whole execution is strange, he means, you could literally just walk up to him and say the exact same thing written on the balloon and he would've loved it either way but eh, atleast you got it out!

don't walk into his room cause you will probably the very prominent place the balloon has in his room. rook surprisingly did not put it on a pedestal which is tame for his nature, but it does have a place in the corner of stuff he absolutely adores. you'd think you'd spared yourself from the embarrassment of seeing his reaction cause c'mon, that was a confession. it's nerve-wracking! but NO cause you spy him outside the window of your class and suffer a heart attack (3rd floor btw)

wherever he read that, epel's jaw drops. people would mistake him as someone who escaped from a mental asylum from the way he's gaping at a balloon like he just got told vil schoenheit got canceled on magicam for some controversy (he in fact, did not.) spends so much time staring at it, and the following where he's managed to snap out of it is spent also staring off into the distance *wedding bells ringing*

ignihyde

uuuuhhhhh... either send it to him digitally or shove it inside his room and dip?? if we're going with the latter, idia doesn't even notice until like, a day after cause he's been playing for. and it isn't even him who notices!! it's ortho!!! even if he did find it he would've ignored it, but behold, ortho, who reads the text in a hilariously flat tone. idia thought his brother was professing his love until the boy reveals it was from you. (nearly falls off the chair, then actually falls when he realizes it's been a day. imagine getting ghosted irl haha)

ortho could be the delivery boy if you're too embarrassed lmao. will help you in constructing a more poetic way with words but honestly the "YOU'RE CUTE LETS DATE" gets it done. boy probably doesn't understand why you don't wanna do it yourself, and records the entire thing, reaction of the person? forwarded to you until he leaves. but now you're suffering through wanting to watch, and not because you're too pussy to actually do it.

diasomnia

what... malleus is the equivalent of '???' like he's seen a few of these unique, forms but he never got the purpose of them. so he assumes it's like, some nice gift of human traditions question mark. so he appreciates it either way, he looks content honestly which is funny cause the terrifying wizard looks kinda silly holding that balloon like it's a child. actually you should've just gave him a blank balloon cause once he spots the confession, oh honey. are you fine with early marriage?

if you can't find lilia might as well yeet the balloon in the ceiling. chances are, he's there and he's gonna catch it. there's already a cheeky smile quirking up the ends of his lips, usually he'd have some sort of retaliation on the personal attack you inflicted on his heart but oh dear, it's strangely blank. he's humming, the round thing upside down as he rubs his chin in contemplation. everyone's just scared at the echoing giggles of the already dark hallway.

an attack? AN ATTACK! unlike lilia who knows how to use the figurative words youth joke about all the time, sebek is... hilariously serious about most things, if not so much that it strikes just a teeny tiny concern in your mind. honestly you didn't take much into account, not the fact that he might consider it as an assault or something because you're already speeding away. apparently not having gotten too far cause he catches up easily and holds you up by the back of your collar like a cat. (you'd most likely have to mention the words cause all he registered was the apparent attack, when he does check he goes redder in the face and accidentally drops you. nows your chance to run!!)

*angelic voice singing* silver, my boo boo, I mean what...? felt something soft being squeezed into his arms, he knew it was you but assumed it was a pillow so he just?? used it as a pillow?? under his head now?? most folks would be confused at the sight of the sleepy guy laying on a balloon cause, one, it might pop and startle everyone in vicinity, two, there's words scribbled on it. although cut off since his head is blocking the way, but the 'LIKE YOU' is really obvious. so he wakes up, glances at it and goes back to sleep, except he couldn't cause the balloon actually popped comically the same time he absorbed it in.

[earlysunshines]

flower girl

danielle marsh x fem!florist!reader

synopsis: you never expect much from your job at the flower shop but then the most beautiful girl you’ve ever laid your eyes on stumbles in

warnings: litcherslly none i don’t think anything rly ; very fluffy ; reader is awkward and loser and dorky ; danielle’s gorgeous and bubbly and cutesy and dorky too ; two dorky idiots that want each other i fear ; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread

a/n: my writing is so much worse now it’s actually so bad and this is bc i haven’t written in a bit but also haven’t been reading like anthrjng (other than textbooks for class)… ooh.. ALSO heavily based off this song!!!

most people would assume that working at the towns flower shop is all sunshine’s and rainbows—the atmosphere is littered with beautiful arrangements, vibrant colors, and the gorgeous interior always has light seeping in through the windows just right. 

working at the flower shop would be perfect if it weren’t for the fact that you were single. maybe if a lovely girl was waiting for you to clock out, ready to give you a soft kiss to the lips you’d enjoy your shifts more—but no. 

today isn’t different from the others. when is it ever? 

“babe, babeeee~” a girl whines in an uncomfortably high pitched voice that it makes you cringe a bit. your brows scrunch in a bit when you hear her, “pumpkin stop— haha— th-that tickles!” 

pumpkin? gosh, you might throw up into the flowers you’re fixing up. 

the couple that had walked in wasted no time getting all touchy and displaying the pda that no one asked for. 

(“no one” being you and only you because your manager is taking orders in the comfort of her office while you suffer out in the main area) 

the boyfriend pulls her closer, his chest pressing against her back as he peppers kisses on her neck, giggling like an idiot. you have to redirect your attention completely to block them from your peripheral, trying to endure only the sound now. 

“love bug, i can’t help it.” he tries to say quietly, but you’re the only people in the shop, making it increasingly difficult to put up with this. 

you sigh. the only way to get them to stop sooner is to go up to them, put on your customer service voice, flash a friendly smile, and hope for the best.

“hi! did you guys need any help with anything?” he’s still holding on to her when he looks over at you and nods. 

“yeah, yeah. just wanted to buy my girl some flowers. which ones are the prettiest? she likes pink.”

this job tests you everyday.

why would you buy flowers with her here? is it not usually a surprise? why are you using half of your singular braincell to think of a choice for your lover?

you criticize him knowing that he doesn’t really care what you give him, and judging by his tone—plus his ignorance and lack of interest for the vast options surrounding him—you could probably hand him polyester flowers and he wouldn’t think twice about the fact that they wouldn’t deteriorate at all in the next few years.

instead of giving in to your thoughts, your smile grows again. “right. well, a popular selection of pink flowers would be the classic rose bouquet, but we can also do a smaller bouquet of three.” you explain before poining across the shop to another arrangement. “and those are our tulips—another popular choice. as you can see, there’s a variety of colors, but depending on how many you need i’m able to provide a bouquet of pink.”

“okay, cool, cool.” he says, looking around. without thinking twice, he shrugs, then points to the roses. “i’ll take like, five? i don’t know how you do it. just pop ‘em in those little things so we can hold it and that should be it. it’s date night—need something nice for my girl.”

“oh stop it pumpkin… you’re so sweet.” the girl gushes, moving over to peck his lips.

your purse your lips into a forced smile, nodding at them. “right, i can hand you a bouquet of five. give me a few minutes.” 

they nod and offer a “thank you,” before going back to being all loving and everything that manages to make you throw up in your mouth. a groan leaves your lips as you get to work.

once you’re done, you hand the man the bouquet. “these are pretty fresh, so i’d say they’ll last a week if you care for them nicely. make sure the vase you store them in has clean water and whatnot.”

he nods and offers a friendly smile before giving the flowers to his girlfriend. she kisses him on the cheek and says thank you to him like this is the best gift in the world, but you beg to differ. you also don’t get paid enough to judge boyfriends doing the bare minimum, so you simply wave at them and say, “thank you for purchasing!”

once they leave, the comforting hum of your jazz playlist fills the silence. you’re left relieved. 

you sort out a few more flowers, pick up petals that fell on the ground, and clean up other messes from the day before the bell above the door rings.

a “welcome in!” leaves your mouth before you turn around to see who’s decided to stop by. you assume it’s a couple, or maybe the rare occasion that it’s someone elderly or the rarer occasion: a group of teenagers browsing around.

after fixing your hair, you turn around and are immediately met with pretty brown eyes that land right on your gaze.

a girl, the very pretty girl, looks around your age—probably a student like you. she lets the door close behind her and a small flush of wind brushes her hair across her face perfectly.

there’s a shiver that runs down your whole body. the way her lashes flutter when she blinks is like some sort of mind-blowing cinematic movie scene. she smiles, waving at you and tucking a strand of hair behind her ears which somehow renders you speechless.

“hi! how are you?” she greets. her voice is bright and cheery.

you’re already impressed considering no customer has asked how you were today—or at all this week.

(it’s only wednesday, but it still means something to you.)

you smile easily, not a forced one, a genuine smile.

“i’m doing well, and you?” 

“great now that i’m here,” she says, her eyes wandering around the mildly cluttered area. “it’s beautiful inside. must be nice working here, i bet.”

“it is.” you respond, “i never get tired of the scenery.”

“who would?” she says sweetly, her eyes molding into crescents as she smiles again. “i can’t believe i haven’t stopped by… i walk pass this place almost everyday.”

“is that so?”

“mhm,” she nods, “it’s on the way to my work.”

“well, feel free to stop by anytime—even if you’re not purchasing.” you assure, “can i help you with anything?”

she nods again. “i wanted to surprise my friend with flowers, but i wanted it to be special. i needed some expert opinions.”

dusting off your apron, you chuckle quietly, “i can help you with that. is there anything you have in mind?”

she shifts her gaze, the expression on her face that signature “i’m thinking” look—like in the movies but somehow more dorky. 

“my friend has a strong personality… something bright and vibrant would be good. it matches her.” she begins, then walks over to the marigolds and brushes her finger over a petal, “her birthday is in october, so i looked into her birth flowers too.”

“marigold,” you almost whisper, “you did your research?”

“she’s one of my good friends.” the girl shrugs. “i want to get her something meaningful.”

a warmth spreads through your body, maybe from relief and surprise since this is the first time anyone has put any thought into what they’ve asked you to arrange.

“that’s cute.” you smile, giggling lightly, “your friend is lucky to have you.”

she smiles back—you're unsure if the smile ever left but now she’s smiling at you like that and you could really care less—and you make your way over to some marigolds and cosmos. 

“i think, in my opinion, some fall colored flowers and her birth flowers would be good.”

“i trust you, miss…” she trails off, looking at your nametag, squinting at your handwriting, and meeting your eyes again. “miss y/n.” 

your name, from that voice of hers and that dorky grin, sends another shiver down your spine. 

“i’m glad you have that much faith in me.” you joke.

the girl walks around the shop while you fix up her bouquet. the shop isn’t too big, but enough to fit a wide variety of flowers, excluding the special exceptions that decorate the shop outside. occasionally you’ll glance over at her and she’ll be immersed in observing the flowers. she takes pictures, brushes her fingers over the petals, and appreciates them for the same amount of time until she’s decided to stop at the area where you arrange the gift for her friend.

she simply watches. there’s a curiosity that you catch in her eyes, they seem to add a slight sparkle. she watches until you’re finished with the bouquet, eyes on your nimble fingers fixing each petal and adjusting the position to be just right.

“there we go,” you mumble to yourself. you’re too busy eyeing the flowers from each angle to notice the smile of admiration on the girls lips.

you hand her the bouquet, dusting your apron off and fixing your rolled-up sleeves. she holds the bouquet without saying a word, just staring at you for a few seconds before she stops studying every feature on your face like it’s the last time she’ll see you.

“thank you so much. they’re so beautiful.” she says, sniffing the flowers lightly. “you’re so talented!”

“thank you.” you chuckle, “i’m just doing my job, really. i hope your friend likes them.”

you tap at the screen of the register in front of you, calculating the price of the bouquet and feeling yourself shrink in your spot at the feeling of her gaze. you can’t remember the last time someone made you this nervous—warm in the cheeks, fidgety with your fingers, and an idiot fighting back any awkward rambling. this girl manages to do it without trying and it’s awfully humiliating, but also embarrassingly exciting.

before you can tell her the total of her bouquet, she rids of any professionalism you have with one single comment.

“you smell really good.” she says, earning a raised brow from you. “i hope it’s not weird.” she laughs lightly and it works at easing the tension in your shoulders. you feel yourself relax as she continues, “you smell like… well considering you work here i guess flowers would make sense, but you smell like pear and something refreshing. it’s strong, but not too strong. it’s noticeable—but it’s nice! very nice. sorry.”

“i–” how do you even respond to that? your heart is in your throat because she’s flashing an awkward smile—maybe because she’s realized what she’s said or maybe because it’s just the two of you and the room squeezing in—you mirror her expression and bite the inside of your lip before responding, “it’s jo malone. thank you. i, i um, it was a gift from someone. i really like the way it smells. it pairs well with the jasmine.“

what were you even saying? you want to disappear right then and there right after you say it, but you don’t. you don’t because she’s giggling and pulling out her credit card that’s on her phone screen.

you gulp and add, “oh, yeah— um, your total is twenty-five dollars and seventy cents.”

“jo malone… expensive.” she says as she scans her card. “thank you for everything, by the way. they’re beautiful. i have to stop by again.”

“well, i’ll look forward to it.” the ounce of confidence you have in your body seems to spill from your lips and reach your eyes from the way you’re looking at her. your eyes narrowed just barely while simultaneously softening up just for her. “come by anytime.”

“thank you—” she glances at your nametag once more, then puts her hand on your forearm. you feel like you’re in a simulation and being toyed with, or worse: a romance movie and you’re the desperate fool who’s been chosen as the main character. “---y/n.”

she waves and you wave back, then leaves, making the doorbell ring and even that sounds like something from a movie. the bell has never rung that cheerfully.

—

on your way back home, and for the rest of the week, you think about the girl. you’re an idiot for not asking for her name, so you’ve resulted to calling her “flower girl” for the time being.

your friends are also on to you, catching you smiling to yourself out of nowhere. you tell them you were thinking about the events of the multiple corny couples stumbling into your work, the utter embarrassment you feel from witnessing their pda making you smile, but they never believe it.

if you ever told them about “flower girl,” they’d shred you to pieces—verbally, of course—and poke fun at you for at least a week or two. 

what makes it worse is that you’ve been smiling more and thinking more and hoping she’d come back into work, but she doesn’t. a week passes and she still doesn’t, but two days after your one week anniversary of meeting (your friends would seriously tease you to death for what you call it), she shows up again.

the bell rings differently than normal. your ears twitch and you turn your head to see her. your eyes meet hers and so does your smile.

“y/n!” she beams, “happy friday!”

“hi.” you try to sound calm, composed—anything to play cool and hide how delusional you are. “it’s nice to see you again. happy friday.” you greet, continuing on when the silence stretches on for a mere two seconds, “need another bouquet?”

“no, just wanted to browse.” she shrugs.

and so she does, walking around and even crouching to match her level with a few of the shorter flowers. you pretend to go back to work, tending to the flowers and whatnot, really anything to keep yourself from staring at her. 

“how have you been?” she asks out of nowhere, catching you by surprise as you water some dandelions. 

“oh, i’ve been uh, i’ve been good. and you?”

“great. my friend really liked the flowers, by the way.”

“i’m glad. i was really fond of that arrangement. i thought about it the whole week.” and her, you’ve been thinking about more than just that gorgeous arrangement you completely forgot to get a picture of. 

“really? wow, i’m so happy that you liked it as much as i did! gosh, it was so pretty and everyone we met up with was amazed by the vibrant colors and everything. i referred them to you.”

you laugh, fully facing her now after setting down the water can. “thanks for helping out the business. my boss will be thrilled.”

“i hope your boss knows they have the best on their team!”

you laugh again, stepping a little closer to the flowers in front of you. “i’ll let her know, i hope it’ll convince her if it comes from me.” you joke.

she giggles and asks you about the flowers next to her. they’re chrysanthemums, a beautiful shade of yellow. you tell her a brief summary of the meaning, how popular they are, and that there’s a shipment for a different shade. the girl focuses on you the whole time, you catch her eyes scanning each feature of your face unless you specifically point to the flower. you never thought your job would come with the stress of meeting a pretty girl at your workplace who’s oddly eager to talk to you.

“yeah, i really like chrysanthemums, my mom does too. they’re a nice flower, pretty popular.” you shrug, lightly brushing your pointer over the edges of a few petals.

“what are your favorites then?” the girl questions, tilting her head ever so slightly to display her curiosity.

“oh, um.” you think to yourself, then glance around the room. 

there’s way too many to count and so many that you admire—which is why you decided to take this part-time job. 

you respond with the first two flowers that come to your mind. “lilies and daisies, probably.” you nod.

the girl looks over at the lilies in the room, grinning as she says, “i see why. gosh, the one’s you have here are so pretty.”

“yeah, i take care of them extra nicely.” you admit.

“is that so? i might have to invest in some eventually.”

“i’ll make sure they’re well-kept then.”

“hopefully they’ll be as pretty as the person handling them.” 

you blink. a blush blooms over your cheeks and your heartbeat picks up. 

before you can respond, she brushes over her compliment and continues, “i really like sunflowers. they’re so pretty, and they’re a classic.” she looks over to the sunflowers near the window. “my friends always compare me to them too.”

“i’m not surprised.” you mutter, and she catches it. her brows raise ever so slightly as if she’s waiting for an explanation. you catch her eyes with yours again while nervously adding, “you’re bright and… nice to look at.”

you swallow shallowly in the next five seconds that pass by without any response from her. you’re hoping she doesn’t notice how you tense your jaw while you try to hold up the composed act, but it’s really hard to keep it up when her lips curl into an even wider smile of amusement.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

the door rings suddenly, though not in the cheery tune that follows after your “flower girl” walks in. a couple, one that’s showing way too much affection for your liking, stumbles in and looks around curiously. 

a soft sigh leaves your mouth and “flower girl” giggles. she places her hand on your forearm—light and brief, but you’re thinking about it real hard in the two seconds that it happens—then presses her lips together to suppress how giddy she is.

“i have to get going, and i believe you have more company?”

“yeah,” you nearly groan, “excuse me, i have to um, assist them.”

“alright.” she studies the subtle shift of your expression and nods. “i’ll see you again, y/n.”

“yeah, see you.” you respond, watching her brush past the couple and toward the door.

before you make your way to the couple, you pinch your eyes shut and bite the inside of your lip; you forgot to get her name again. 

—-

you catch a few of your friends for lunch after a particularly draining shift. there were multiple people that needed help with picking flowers, which wouldn’t have been odd if it weren’t for the fact that most of them were for birthdays.

(it just had to be everyone’s birthday that day—or week.)

sohee, one of your closest friends, sits in front of you and pretends to look innocent after stealing one of your fries. chaewon and soobin giggle at the playful punch you throw at his shoulder, which makes him groan with the stolen fry still in his mouth.

“ask nicely next time.” you warn.

“you’re such a hypocrite! you took the fruit gummies from my apartment literally last—”

“okay? are you saying you want me to be malnourished? wow…”

“but—

“no.” you quickly shut him down while simultaneously trying to fight back a laugh. “you’re a man, you can’t be doing all that.”

chaewon rolls her eyes at your antics, then steals a fry without a complaint coming from you. soobin chuckles and sohee looks at all of you defeatedly.

throughout the rest of lunch you all catch-up with what’s been going on through the week. sohee’s been trying to convince his roommate to invest in a mini-fridge and chaewon groans as she explains how she’s been considering taking an extra class the next semester.

and while soobin goes over his chaotic month, you start smiling to yourself as you accidentally tune out his voice. your thoughts shift over to your encounter with “flower girl” two days ago. 

it’s incredibly odd how you’re eager to clock in to work now. it’s not that you hated your job, you truly loved it, but the customers were always iffy. now, you have something to look forward to, someone to keep yourself going when it’s slow or dreadful on certain days. 

chaewon flicks your forehead, snapping you out of a replay of her hand on your forearm.

“what the hell are you smiling about?” she asks, “did you hear what soobin just said?”

“uh,” absolutely nothing had processed in the past minute. “sorry.”

soobin nudges your shoulder. “damn… so you hate me.”

“well, yes.” you joke. “sorry, ‘binnie, i was just… thinking about work.”

“i thought you hated your job…?” he responds.

sohee joins in, “yeah, you were just complaining to the group chat about a couple that forgot to stop making out when you came back with their bouquet.”

“oh my god, i forgot about that, ugh… and that was literally a month ago.” the memory makes you cringe. “and no i do not hate my job! i love it.”

“something is up then.” sohee says, pointing at you dramatically. “what’s up with work? did something happen? is this why you’ve been so… giddy?”

“giddy?” you try to laugh off his accusation. “it’s not— i– it’s nothing!”

“she stuttered,” chaewon points out.

“that doesn’t mean shit!” you groan, “i’ve just… okay, works been better. look, there’s this new regular. she’s kind of a regular.”

“oh my god, this girl must be cute then.” soobin chuckles, raising his brows at you. “what, you’ve got yourself some type of flower girl?”

you’re baffled that he somehow read your mind and matched frequencies enough to know that you also call her flower girl. you want to scold him for jumping to the conclusion that you’re happier at work because of a pretty girl—but he’s quite on point, so you can’t really defend yourself.

“oh my god she’s blushing,” sohee mumbles, laughing with chaewon.

“oh shut up i hate you guys.” you groan, “she’s just nice and actually talks to me. i mean yeah she’s gorgeous but that’s not even the point. she’s different than usual customers and… i guess it’s a nice change.”

“so you want her,” soobin says before sipping on his tea. “pretty girl vs. y/n and she’s already losing.”

“i—”

okay maybe he’s right, but you’d never admit that. 

the rest of lunch consists of you getting teased until the topic switches into chaewon talking about kazuha and sakura, who have apparently been way too loud when playing video games late at night. soobin, however, manages to throw in one more teasing comment before you all depart, which earns a few more remarks from chaewon throughout the car ride home.

“everything used to soil your mood,” soobin’s words replayed in your mind over and over, “seems like this ‘flower girl’ is making you bloom.” 

his words were corny mainly because it was him saying it, but he wasn’t wrong. and it doesn’t help that chaewon keeps telling you that she supports whatever you have going on, saying that you’re “not as cranky” and “smiling like an idiot all the time.”

you blush the whole way home thinking about her and it’s ridiculous. this girl that’s shown up twice has you malfunctioning even outside of work.

—

“y/n, could you grab the shipments from the back? i unloaded them, they just need to be restocked. it’s a few boxes, nothing much.” your boss asks. 

“yeah, sure.” you respond, immediately heading to the back and looking around for the boxes she mentioned.

you have exactly one hour until work ends and the only thing on your mind is a nice big lunch since you only had time to eat a banana for breakfast. you feel the energy leaving your body as you carry the boxes, guessing they’re mainly seeds and supplies for the bouquets. the boxes shfit and a subtle sound hints that there’s some pots for people who end up buying something to display their flowers.

with a light thud, you place the boxes on the counter in the front and find the box cutter nearby. just as you suspected—there are a few packets of seeds, tools, and pots inside that you pull out and start restocking.

but in the corner of your eye you catch two people conversing outside. you’d brush it off if it weren’t for the fact that one of them was flower girl, who’s talking to your boss while pointing at the tulips.

your heart beats faster in your chest and a surge of urgency to finish restocking.

you jump at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder not too long later. turning your head, you catch your manager grinning at you.

“hey, i’ve got the rest. there’s a customer that you should help.” she tells you, but the look in her eyes screams something mischievous.

you nod, setting the pot in your hand back into the box before turning to meet the same big brown eyes that never fail to light up your day.

“y/n!”

“flower girl,” you mutter, though very quietly, just under your breath. “hi,” you greet, clear and professionally.

“how are you?” she asks, and it flows like last time; conversation with her is light and easy to ease into.

you tell her it’s a little slower today considering it’s tuesday, and you even drop a little “i’m glad you’re here to keep some brief company,” which earns a smile and a “i find stopping by the highlight of my week, it’s nothing.”

now you’re both trying not to blush and it’s impossible. it’s impossible because you notice that shade of blush she has on matches the carnations that you had to fix up yesterday. and on her end, she can’t help but notice that your hair is a little messier than usual, which adds to how cute she thinks you are.

you two converse in between her questions about flowers. she finds your anecdotes about each and every one interesting, interesting enough that she asks,

“hey, what are you doing later today?”

the question catches you off guard. “oh, um. probably nothing… maybe i’ll go on a walk or visit a friend… i don’t know… why do you ask?”

you can’t curb the blush that heats your face, so you pray it’s not noticeable.

“well, i’m off today and my schedule is pretty empty… i was hoping you’d let me pencil you in?”

you giggle at her response, hoping your manager doesn’t hear any of it because she’s also one to tease you like crazy.

“i’d… yeah, i’d like that.” you sound like an idiot. your mind runs in circles and your heart beats faster than it usually does—even faster than the time she (you’d hope) flirted with you. “i um, i get off in less than an hour… i hope you don’t mind waiting.”

she bites the inside of her lip and it feels like it’s just the two of you in the shop, with daisies sprouting around (metaphorically speaking, of course) to feed the fire that burns in your chest. 

“that’s perfect. do you like sandwiches?”

“i love them.”

“perfect. there’s a place not too far that i love—”

“down the block near the park?”

“yes! how did you—?”

“i go there all the time.” wow, this is perfect, you think to yourself. “we could grab lunch… maybe walk around…?”

she laughs and your whole body relaxes. 

“you’re really cute, you know?”

“i think you’re cuter.” you say without thinking. “and i feel unbelievably stupid that i’ve been calling the cute girl that stops by every week ‘flower girl.’ my friends keep teasing me because i never got your name.”

“you talk to me about your friends?’ she questions with a growing smirk.

“i— maybe.” 

“well, i’m glad i’m not the only one.”she breaks eye contact to look at the ground bashfully. “my friends have been… trying to help me build up the courage to ask you out.”

“really?”

“mhm.” she nods.

“well, i’d love to tell my friends more about you…” you trail off, remembering that you don’t even know her name.

“if i give you my name… would you give me your number?” she asks cheekily.

you chuckle. “i’ll consider it.”

her hand brushes the petal of a flower nearby—a pink hibiscus—before saying, “my name is danielle.”

“danielle,” her name trickles off your tongue with curiosity and wonder. her name isn’t uncommon, but it’s beautiful and a perfect fit for someone bright like her.

her smile grows along with yours.

“i guess i should give you my number then, danielle.” you test the way her name sounds coming from you and are just as content the second time around. it’s better than flower girl, but that’s not stopping you from calling her that again and again in the future.

“i’d need your number just in case i want to see you again,” she says with a light-hearted, teasing tone. “just in case you charm me well enough.”

“i’ll do my best then, flower girl.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Treats

G/N. Meeting Seongji for the first time.

"Your teeth are gonna fall out."

The monster of the mountain looks at you, face blank though eyes amused, tanghulu hanging from his mouth.

You've seen him enough times to know there's not much monstrous about him, apart from his overwhelming sweet tooth.

Rumours of this monster were grossly exaggerated.

Maybe you should have had more self preservation than to wander the mountainside when such tales persist. Yet when you found out the monster was a mere man, a mere boy close to your age, who seemed to have a penchant for sugary, syrup covered fruit-

You realised the only thing to fear was cavities and tooth decay.

Still. It helps to have someone with such a reputation on your side, you decide, as you toss over a pack of fruit gummies.

A hand shoots out and swiftly catches it.

(Six. You swore you saw six fingers on that hand.)

"Thought you might like these," you shrug as he gives you an odd look, "See ya!"

.

.

After the fifth pack of candies you threw at him, the guilt sets in.

You make your way through now familiar half hidden paths, searching for the monster.

He's there. Sitting in front of his giant wok, surrounded by freshly made tanghulu. Scents of sugar and caramel fill the air.

"You're here again," The words are spoken so quietly you almost missed them. His voice is softer than you expected.

"I bought you more things," you hold out a small plastic bag. He gives you the same look each time. 

"Open it," you encourage, shoving it more forcefully in his direction.

With little trust - which is somewhat unfair, you think, considering all the treats he has received from you - he takes the bag.

(Six. You know you saw six fingers on that hand.)

He opens it, peers in, face clouded with caution. Then-

Eyebrows shooting into his hairline, eyes widening almost comically, mouth forming an 'o'-

The tension breaks and he chuckles.

"It's one thing if all the tanghulu you eat rots your teeth, that's your own fault," You rub the back of your head self-consciously as he pulls out more fruit candies, as well as a new toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, mouthwash one after the other. "But if it's because of me then..."

"You're strange," he says, staring at you like you're a puzzle he can't quite figure out.

His words have no bite.

.

.

"Seongji Yuk," he eventually provides his name with reluctance. In exchange, you provide the rest of the banchan and rice to accompany his homemade kimchi.

(Your single braincell stopped functioning the first time you realised he does in fact eat something besides sugar.

It's endearing, this supposed 'monster' making his own tanghulu, making his own kimchi.

You kept comparing his recipe with your own before eventually he asked you to leave out of exasperation.)

"Well Seongji, your kimchi needs more saeujeot," It's not bad, it's just missing something.

"You don't have to eat it," he grumbles, swallowing down an extra big mouthful.

.

.

"So..."  You stall, elongating the word, letting it drift into the night. You don't really know Seongji well, hell you don't know him at all. Maybe it would be intrusive to ask.

You hear a rustling beside you. "So what?"

"So… you live on this mountain?"

"I do."

"Huh." You gaze out at the stars. It's a pretty peaceful existence, or it would be if not for Cheonliang. "On your own?"

"Yes."

"Do you ever get lonely?"

A beat. Then - "No."

Oh.

You turn to him and see his face blank but eyes amused. Messy hair and high cheekbones highlighted by the fire.

"Well I can visit you if I get lonely then."

There's a huff of laughter. Seongji knows he can't stop you anyway. He turns back toward the vast inky sky. Takes in the scattered stars. Feels the heat from the flames, a heat that settles into his cheeks.

A smile dances on his lips when he tells you "Okay."

[paintedonmyteeth]

Pyramid Head thoughts 3 🩸🔪 △

Nsfw shit through the fuckin’ board read at your own risk boyss heheheeeeeeeeeee— (MDNI as per usual). Once again I’m catering this shit to myself bc the hornee brain rot is perceiving me once again dbkshdjsv but yeah, been kinda slow with posting stuff myself due to coming back from finishing up moving things and going back to my school routine. ALSO, I finally managed to post my fic on ao3 and if anybody’s interested in reading y’all can go check it out here!

I really don’t think Pyramid Hear would have any favourite positions during sex, imo he’s all in for any position where he can have his cock balls deep inside your a—

This man likes rough sex, seeing how much your puny little body can take his size while he pounds the fucking daylights out of you. :)))))

Although he likes roughening you up a little during sex, he can also go slow or be gentle when asked.

Size kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, or fuuucking primal play??????? Man’s already rock hard. Σ(°ロ°)

It’s pleasing hearing your voice pitching an octave higher with your moans while he’s nailing your ass, or even how you instantly become a flustered mess in his arms just makes it pleasurable and have his cock throbbing hard lmaooo.

Hell, even your begging is getting him another fucking mile to being too excited on wanting your ruin your hole until you can’t walk for a few days.

Pyramid Head doesn’t do shit with privacy, if he’s ragingly hard, he’ll just take you right then and there.

It’s all good for one or two rounds, right?? NO. Pyramid Head’s not restricted to measly stamina like you humans, it’s going round after round with some small breaks in-between and pretty much going to fuck you up all night.

Ofc doubling down with his possessive nature, Pyramid Head isn’t going to let anybody touch you like this. Only he’s deserving of your ass. No one else is. >:((

Some times Pyramid Head would pull out the last second to spill his fat load of cum on your back or stomach as some other way of claiming what’s rightfully his.

And speaking of Pyramid Head’s load, normally he doesn’t like wasting that shit, he wants you to take all of it. Every, last, drop. And progressing into the second round? He’s just attempting to fuck his load back into you before dumping another so your ass is completely full of his seed.

Once he’s all satisfied and happy, Pyramid Head is going to leave you trembling, limp, and utterly exhausted to the point where your mind is completely gone. Reduced to a fuckin’ single braincell. And he’ll sit there with you cradled in his hold, all safe and warm and lovingly licking your face. <3

🥩⋆♱✮♱⋆🔪 🩸

[inthe-dark-tonight]

what she wants, anywhere

frankie morales x f!reader

summary: trying to hide the fact that you're horny from frankie while on an international flight leads to unexpectedly joining the mile high club

word count: 4.4k

warnings: E (18+ mdni!!!) dubcon, smut, porn w very little plot, pet names, established relationship, unsafe p in v, airplane sex, slight breeding kink (special just for cami hehe) creampie, reader uses frankie's hand to try and get off, no mention of age gap so read how you’d like :)

notes: this idea has been in my head for a few months but I never really knew how i wanted to write it, then an unreleased harry styles song came on shuffle (complicated freak - iykyk) and that just kinda fed the brainrot even more and…. now here we are. i'm also very aware that this is pretty unrealistic but it's fic so!! also let's pretend that airplane bathrooms aren't super gross i'm sorry. thank you to the loml @javiscigarette for always beta reading and listening to my insane rambling, i don’t know what i would do without you and our single shared braincell ILYSM xo

i also hit a new follower milestone this past week so i just want to say an extra big thank you to everyone that reads, likes, comments, reblogs or follows 🤍 enjoy!! :)

You and Frankie have had this trip planned for almost 6 months now, the two of you needing a vacation from work and day to day life. Now the only thing standing between the two of you and a week long vacation in Italy is an eight and a half hour flight. 

From the second you got to the airport you were on edge, worried about your bags, your tickets, your passports, if you had forgotten anything in your carry on, up until you got to security when you finally calmed down. When you got up to the belt, Frankie grabbed a few plastic bins throwing both of your carry ons into one as you removed your jacket and shoes. As you stuffed everything into your bin, you glanced over at him, watching him intently as he started to take his jacket off. 

You watched the way his biceps flexed as he slipped his jacket off of his broad shoulders and tossed it into the bin. Next he removed his hat, running his calloused fingers through his tousled curls, pushing them back before preparing to remove his belt. At that point you were noticeably gawking at him, watching the way his thick fingers unfastened his belt buckle before rapidly pulling it out the belt loops of his jeans and tossing it into the bin as well.

He looked over at you, giving you a quick once over before asking, “That everything?”

You weren’t able to conjure up any words, just a quick mhm and a nod of your head as you two moved forward. When he stepped into the metal detector, your eyes were glued to him the whole time. As he lifted his hands above his head, his shirt lifted the slightest bit, causing a small sliver of his soft tummy to peek out. A warmth started to build deep in your core from that moment forward. 

Once the two of you were through security, he slipped his belt back on followed by his jacket. You swiped his hat before he could grab it, quickly stuffing it into your carry on. 

He laughed, head tilting to the side as the dimple on his cheek deepened. ���C’mon” he shot you a look. “Give it.” He held his large hand out towards you. 

“We’re inside now, don’t need it.” You smiled at him sweetly, a warmth blooming in your chest as his eyes met yours. 

He grunted, grabbing your bags with a small smile still plastered on his face before turning to walk towards your gate. Your eyes are glued to him as you walk, keeping a few steps behind him. 

By the time you finally sit down at your gate, the heat in your lower stomach has grown even more and Frankie is painfully unaware of the way you’re watching him, desire growing each second. The terminal was crowded and there weren’t many seats, so you sat across from him a bit upset at the distance while also enjoying the view of your man.

You sit across from him with a book in your hand, legs crossed as you peeked up over the top of your book every now and then to admire him. He was leaning back in the chair, one arm on the armrest and the other casually resting between his legs, right where you want him most. His legs were spread wide, hair perfectly tousled, one leg bouncing from nerves and brows furrowed as he focused on something on his phone. How could you possibly not stare? 

He caught you once, eyes lingering on him a little too long, causing heat to rise from for chest up to your cheeks. Your eyes roamed up his body, checking him out, before locking with his own as he shifted in his seat. 

Hm? He raised his brows, a smirk growing on his face. 

You quickly shook your head, looking back down at your book as a shy smile formed on your face. 

Boarding the plane went by quickly. You stood close to him as you waited for your group to be called and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. The comforting feeling of his warm body pressed against yours worked you up even more, if that was even possible, and Frankie held your hand the whole time during take off.  

Now you're seated on the plane, his thigh resting against yours, fighting the urge to keep your hands off of him and satisfy the throbbing need in your core. He’s surely noticed the way you’ve been squirming in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs a million times and the not so subtle staring. 

You turn on the screen in front of you, switching to the live map and checking the time on the screen. It’s only been 45 minutes, this is going to be impossible. You clear your throat and let out a deep sigh as you look out the window at the dark sky, only a small peek of blue light shining over the horizon now. 

“What’s wrong?” Frankie’s soft voice in your ear startles you slightly as you turn to see him leaning in close to you. “You nervous?” He moves his hand to rest on your thigh. 

You swallow before answering. “No.” You blurt out causing him to raise his brow in curiosity. “I mean, it’s not that.” Your eyes land on his lips after the last word leaves your mouth. 

“Then what is it?” He rubs your thigh lightly and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

He sounds concerned, but there’s no way you’re telling him that you’re horny with 7 hours left of this flight. All you can do is hope that as the time passes  the ache in your core dulls, or better yet goes away. 

“Just-“ you try to think of an excuse on the spot. “Excited actually.” You smile up at him and he returns it, the dimple on his cheek growing. 

“We’ll be there soon baby, the flight will be over before you know it.” He lifts his hand from your thigh and rests it on your cheek, rubbing your soft skin with his thumb before pecking your lips. 

You nod in agreement, closing your eyes as you toss your head back and lean into your seat. If he only knew.

You’ve been looking out the window for who knows how long, the lights in the cabin are low, almost completely off now, and the flight attendants haven’t walked up the aisles in almost half an hour. You look at the time on your phone again, only two hours in, how is that possible? The ache in your core hasn’t subsided.  

You look over at Frankie watching a movie on the screen in front of him, Top Gun, before reaching for your carry-on bag under the seat in front of you. You grab the sweater you stuffed into it and throw it across your lap. 

“Cold?” Frankie’s voice is soft yet gravely as he leans in close to you, whispering for just the two of you to hear. 

You look at him, eyes slightly widening. “Yeah.” You aren’t lying, the cabin is chilly, but that’s only half of the truth. 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he takes in your features in the low light. You scoot closer to him, leaning into his side as you get comfortable. Frankie smiles and plants a kiss on your temple before turning his attention back to the screen in front of him. You lay your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his bicep as you watch the movie with him. 

It’s not long before you’re distracted again, letting go of your grip on his arm and laying back in your seat. Your eyes linger on the way his pants hug his thighs. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore, the way he’s sitting with his arms crossed give you a  full view of his strong forearms and biceps.

You’re not sure how much longer you can ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. You decide to test something and reach your right hand over to rub the side of his thigh, resting there for a moment. He doesn’t move, eyes still on the screen, and you take that as a sign to keep going. You slowly inch closer towards where his cock is confined in his pants, resting your hand on the inside of his thigh and keeping it there for a few moments. He doesn’t react, but you hear his breathing picking up. 

As you start to rub small circles on the inside of his thigh and inch ever so slightly closer to where his member is hidden, he grabs your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” He whispers. 

His large hand is still wrapped around your wrist as you lean in, resting your chin on his shoulder as you look up at him. “Nothing.” That’s a lie, and he knows it.

“Querida...” His eyes burn through you as he stares back at you. He knows. 

You clear your throat and tilt your head up to whisper in his ear. “I’ve been worked up since we went through security.”  

“Hm.” He nods his head, the deep vibration causes goosebumps to raise on your skin.

You pull back and he looks into your eyes again. His hand finds yours on your lap, warm as it wraps around yours and squeezes lightly. 

“Once we land and get to the hotel, promise.” He raises his hand to rest on your cheek and plants a feather light kiss on your lips. 

You let out a small sigh as his hand moves from yours to rest on his lap and you turn to look out the window, trying to distract yourself from the pool of heat that burns in the pit of your stomach.

You’re not sure how much time has passed now, when you look over at Frankie his eyes are shut, mouth slightly parted as you admire his features. A small smile forms in your face as your eyes roam over him, landing on his hand still resting on his lap. 

At that exact moment, an idea comes to your mind. Something that could possibly give you a small amount of relief. For now. It’s not your best idea, but it could work. 

You look back up at his face as you reach over to rest your hand over his, he doesn’t open his eyes. You stay still for a moment, making sure you won’t wake him from the movement. When you think the time is right, you lift his hand, quickly resting it on your lap. Your eyes land on where his hand now lays over your sweater on your lap, so close to the dull thrumming at your core. You bite your lip and look back over to be sure he hasn’t woken up, you smile at the way his soft lashes rest on the tops of his cheeks as he rests, a warmth spreading through your chest. 

You keep your eyes on him as you slowly move his hand underneath where your sweater lays to rest on your inner thigh. His warm hand burns straight through the fabric of your pants, causing your skin to heat up from the touch, and your stomach to churn. He still hasn’t opened his eyes, so you take that as a safe sign to keep going, slowly moving his hand up your thigh until it rests over your clothed heat. 

A low whimper escapes your throat and your eyes widen at the realization, looking back over at where Frankie lays with his eyes shut. You watch him take a deep breath, letting out a sigh as he shifts slightly in his seat, head rolling slightly to the side as he stirs. You stay still for a few seconds, making sure he hasn’t woken from your movements. 

You look away from him, back to where his hand is touching you under your sweater, and you begin to press the heel of his hand into your clothed cunt. You let out a long, relieved breath from your nose and your eyes fall shut. The pressure of his large warm hand resting over your sensitive nub is just enough to give you some of the relief you were looking for, but it’s not enough. 

You take a deep breath before grinding yourself against the palm of his hand in a slow rocking motion that causes the seam of your pants to rub over your clit. Trying your best to be quiet, you bite into your cheek as your hips buck forward. A low groan escapes your throat and you let out a shaky breath. 

You're lost in the moment, relishing in the feeling of his large, warm hand resting over your clothed sex as you grind into it. Suddenly you feel him move and your heart leaps into your throat. His arm tenses up, hand grabbing at your clothed cunt as he applies more pressure than before. Your eyes fly open wide and you turn to look into his own. Heavy lidded as a small smirk forms on his face in the dim lighting, he leans in closer to you. 

“Bathroom at the back of the plane. I’ll be there in five.” He says slowly, just above a whisper. 

You blink, mouth agape as his words sink in. “W-what?” You watch the way his chest rapidly rises and falls as you wait for his response. 

“Now.” He presses harder into your clothed core before pulling his hand away.

You let out a gasp, reaching for your seat buckle as fast as you can before standing up. As you squeeze past him and make your way into the aisle, you take a quick glance around to look for the flight attendants. They're nowhere to be found, and as you walk towards the back of the plane you notice that almost everyone on the plane is asleep, has their nose in a book or eyes glued to something on the screen in front of them. You try not to walk too quickly as you make your way towards the back of the plane where the vacancy sign is glowing brightly. 

Your heart is racing and you feel giddy as you approach the door, pulling it open and stepping inside before closing it behind you. As you wait in the small stall for Frankie, you stand there for a moment with your back against the door, eyes falling shut as you take a deep breath in anticipation for what may happen next. Then you hear a light knocking on the door, causing you to flinch as you reach to pull the door open. 

Without giving you a second to think, Frankie pushes the door open causing you to step back, closing the door behind him and locking it before guiding you towards the sink. It's a tight fit with the two of you in there but right now you could care less. He presses close to you, causing your lower back to press into the small plastic sink as his hand flies down to grab you where you're wet and aching for him, the other grabbing your wrist. 

He leans in, nose grazing your cheek before speaking low in your ear. “This what you wanted?” His voice sends a shock straight to your core as he applies more pressure where he's caressing your clothed core, causing a moan to slip from your mouth.

“Frankie,” you say breathlessly. 

“Shhh.” his hand leaves your wrist to lightly cover your mouth. “Gotta be quiet for me baby, don’t want anyone to catch us committing a fucking felony now do we?” A small smirk covers his lips and your chest flutters with excitement at his words.

You look up at him with wide eyes and shake your head, then he removes his hand from your mouth and plants a needy kiss to your lips. Your eyes close and you melt into it, hands gripping his shoulders as his tongue parts your lips to tangle with your own. You press against him, slightly bucking your hips to feel the growing bulge in his pants. He groans before breaking the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath as his eyes roam over you. His large hands grab at your waist as he looks back into your eyes.

“Turn around.” you do as he says, turning your back to him and pressing your hips flush against the tiny sink while your hands grab onto the edge bracing yourself. 

Frankie’s large hands land back on your hips, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans to rest on your ass for a moment, squeezing lightly before moving back to your hips. he presses his hardening cock into your ass and lets out a low grunt as your eyes flutter shut, your head falling forward as you sigh.

His hands leave your hips and you hear the sound of his belt buckle. “Gotta make this quick.”  his voice is low and gruff, you lift your head to look at him through the mirror in front of you.

You watch him as he looks down between the two of you to unbutton his own jeans, stray curls falling onto his forehead. His muscles flex, the fabric of his shirt stretching as he pulls his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring out. His head snaps back up, dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. His hands snake around to the front of you, reaching for the button on your pants, his thick fingers moving quickly to undo it before pulling at your zipper. 

His eyes never leave yours as he tugs your pants down just enough to expose the soft skin of your ass along with your soaked heat. Your mouth falls open as his hand moves towards your core and you stifle a moan as his fingers start to glide through your slick folds, his other hand resting back on your hip.

“Been thinking about me filling you up this whole time, huh?” You take in a deep breath, pressing your lips together as you try to hold in a moan. “Thinking about me filling you to the fucking brim with my cum?” 

You frantically nod your head, unable to form a single word. Frankie watches you through the mirror as your head falls back onto his shoulder and you press yourself back into him. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you feel his stiff cock press against your bare ass. He starts to rub small, slow circles on your clit and you raise your head to look at him through the mirror again. Your eyes immediately meet with his having never left you, and you watch him as he leans in closer to you.

“Wish there was time for me to taste this perfect pussy.” His nose grazes the side of your cheek, his low voice vibrating through your whole body. 

You bite your lip trying to keep quiet, squeezing your eyes shut as he applies more pressure to your swollen clit. You also wish there was time. He plants a kiss on your neck, scruff slightly scratching you as his warm lips press against your skin. It’s like he read your mind.

“Once we get to the hotel, I promise.” He lightly squeezes your hip, pulling his other hand away from your sensitive nub causing you to hold your breath. “Bend over for me baby.” 

You do as he says, bracing yourself on the sink once again as you slightly lean forward. One of his hands stays on your hip, the other lines his cock up with your soaking wet entrance. Your eyes are still glued to him in the mirror, your beautiful man. He’s focused as you watch him, and when you feel his tip slowly start to press in, you watch the way his face relaxes. You close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of him slowly filling you to the brim.  

“Fuck.” You watch as his head falls back, a blissful look on his face. “Feel so good cariño.” 

He stays still for a moment, taking in the feeling of your wet cunt pulsing around him. You’re not sure how long you’ve been in here, but you know that the two of you should hurry up before someone notices what’s going on. You wiggle your ass back and forth against Frankie to try and get his attention as you bite your bottom lip while looking up at him through the mirror. 

He lifts his head up, dark eyes meeting with yours. A deep almost growl comes from deep in his chest as he pulls out and slams his cock back into you. Your body jolts forward, mouth falling open as you brace yourself for his brutal pace. You’re not sure how long you’ll last, the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you bringing you so close to the release you’ve been waiting for. 

You watch him in the mirror, transfixed on the way his biceps strain the fabric of his shirt as he holds onto your waist for dear life. The feeling of his cock splitting you open so perfect. He leans down and wraps an arm around your torso, pulling you to stand straight up with your back against him as he continues to fuck you at the same brutal pace. 

His hand roams over your body and his eyes follow, finding the hem of your shirt as he slips his large hand beneath it. You press further back into him, a sigh leaving your mouth at the feeling of his warm skin against yours. 

“Francisco…” You murmur. 

His hand continues to travel up your body, leaving goosebumps in its trail up towards your breasts. You suck in a breath as his hand finds the cup of your bra, slipping underneath to caress the soft skin of your breast. He’s still staring at you in the mirror, tracing over your soft skin and curves with his eyes as he moves his hand to lift your shirt up to your chin. 

“So beautiful,” he whispers right beside your ear. “Look at you.” 

You’re just looking at him, the way his large hand is splayed over your chest, the light flush on his cheeks from being cramped in this stuffy bathroom, and the way his hair has fallen over his forehead. The coil in your stomach is ready to snap, any second now as he slows down his thrusts. He can feel it, the way your walls flutter around his thick cock. His hand slides back down your chest, stopping to rest on your stomach as he holds you against him.

“Come for me, come on baby.” His deep voice travels straight through you to your core. 

“Oh my-” Frankie’s hand flys up to cover your mouth before you can finish. 

“Shhh, quiet.” The vibration of his deep voice whispering in your ear sends you over the edge and a white hot feeling spreads through your body, radiating from your core as your orgasm takes over. 

“There you go.” He whispers, nose grazing your cheek as he speaks. 

Your hand reaches behind you to pull at the curls on the nape of his neck and you squeeze around him as your orgasm comes to an end. He lets out a deep moan as he buries his face into your neck, muffling the sound. He thrust one last time, stopping when he bottoms out, hot cum spurting out and filling you up. His shoulders rise and fall as he catches his breath, head still buried in your shoulder and your head lays back on his. Both of his arms are wrapped around your torso and you rest yours over his, squeezing his forearms lightly as he stays there for a moment longer, making sure all of his seed stays put. 

He kisses your neck before lifting his head up and looking between the two of you as he pulls out, pulling your underwear back on quickly to make sure his come stays put. His hands rest on your hips as you fix your shirt. You slide your pants back on and spin around to face him as he buttons his pants, watching the way his fingers move. A smile forms on your face as you watch him, a warmth growing in your chest. 

“Hm?” He looks up at you through his lashes as he fixes his belt.

You shake your head, reaching to rest your hands on his shoulders as you kiss him. He sucks in a deep breath, making a content sound as he kisses you back and wraps his arms tightly around you. When he breaks the kiss, his eyes roam your features before speaking. 

“We should go back.” One of his hands comes up to caress your cheek and he pecks your lips one last time. 

“You go first.” You lean into his touch, squeezing his broad shoulders. 

His thumb rubs your cheek before pulling away and turning to pull the door open. He slips out, quietly closing the door behind him. Once he’s gone you turn towards the mirror to fix yourself up and wash your hands before going back to your seat. You replay what just happened in your mind as you wait a few minutes to leave. 

Once you think it’s safe to leave, you slip back out into the dark cabin. You glance around, still no flight attendants in sight as you make your way back to the aisle where Frankie is sitting and waiting for you. A smirk forms on his face as you squeeze in front of him to take your seat at the window. You get comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder as his hand finds a spot on your lap and you close your eyes. As you start to drift off you feel Frankie shift in his seat. 

“Don’t think I forgot about my promise either.” He whispers for just you to hear. 

Your chest flutters, a quiet laugh leaves your mouth before you drift to sleep. Only 5 more hours, you’re almost sure you can wait this time.

thank you for reading <3 any feedback is appreciated and my asks are open!! xo

tagging a few moots: @ilovepedro @gracieheartsspedro @sapphic-gardn @northernbluess @tieronecrush @joelsversion @pr0ximamidnight @daydreamingmiller @hearteyesforjoel <3

[nyoomfruits]

does it ever occur to them to talk to oscar about why he's pulling away. like does that thought cross through the single braincell they share at any point??

i think they accidentally gave the braincell to leo in those weeks tbh

[theyoungeragrippina]

✨ 15 gentlebeard fic recs ✨

i have spent the last month trawling the pages of ao3 for you, dear reader, to find the best ofmd fics. all the works on this list:

are longer-form (generally 40k+)

have no steddyhands (simply not my thing)

are generally, all around brilliant (well-written, had me kicking my feet and giggling, laughing, or crying)

are complete!

part 2 and part 3

A Heart Unsated by roughwinds

48k, explicit

"Stede Bonnet has just moved into Orange Crescent. There’s a house on the corner, opposite Stede’s own, with a garden full of flowers and a gleaming motorbike on the driveway. He’s forgotten to buy sugar.

Edward Teach has his morning disturbed by his new neighbour. Enamoured at first sight, he invites Stede round for a chat, and then another, and then another.

This is the story of them."

man i normally avoid fics with lots of alma and louis in them because its just not for me, but literally every second of the family bonding in this was so wholesome i was forced to change my entire mind.

all you left me was a pearl by @sightofsea

88k, mature

"1717. The Golden Age of Piracy. Stede Bonnet sets about wooing the love of his life through any means necessary.

Things do not go as planned."

every day i wish for a precise memory erasing potion to be invented so i can read this again for the first time. i would devour like 2000k more words of this if it was offered to me. brilliant.

forgive & forget by @fool-for-luv

44k, mature

"It hits him then, like a wave breaking on sand, loud as thunder when it crashes, then trickling away into little rivulets flowing back home, murmuring one word over and over and over. Ed.

The problem is, Stede doesn’t recall ever having met anyone named Ed."

so sweet and wonderful, and i wish there was more.

#gentlebeard is trending! by regional_catastrophe

41k, teen

"In which Stede accidentally convinces the pirating world that Gentlebeard (or Blackbonnet or Stedward; there's a poll) is canon, reunites his crew, and gets his boyfriend back."

hilarious & silly & great, but also the most compelling notes of any fic i've ever read. a proper learning experience.

if music be the food of love (then darling, you're a feast) by @fool-for-luv

107k, unrated

"“Hey, so, those two, right, they get together in the end?” Ed asks.

“I would protest spoiling it, but I think it's rather obvious, isn't it?” Stede says. His nose wrinkles as he smiles. “The tension is certainly there from the beginning. It just takes them a while to get there.”

“Good. Would have been a shit story otherwise.""

i love sassy stede and i love ed who is a grump and i love that they share one single braincell at any given time.

If You Were Mine to Keep by @mysterybees

162k, explicit

"Caught between the gallows and the end of an English sword, Ed accepts the Act of Grace: marry into the aristocracy, leave the English ships alone, and live to sail another day. But who in their right mind would ever agree to marry the mad devil pirate Blackbeard?"

Worth every second of tiredness I felt after pulling an all nighter to finish reading.

It's Only Right by hexuponye

53k, explicit

"A modern AU based on Imagine Me & You, in which Edward is a florist who does the flowers for Stede's wedding."

mary gets to be a little silly sometimes too as a treat.

pliocene by unfortunatelyobsessed

75k, mature

""man, it's just ocean for miles.” Ed motions out to the waves, where there is no sign of any sort of ship, their small dinghy pulled far up on the sand. “I told you when the clouds look like seagulls you take fuckin' cover. Goddamn ocean mutinied me.”"

william golding wishes he did something this brilliant and significant when he wrote Lord of the Flies. the best deserted island story.

quite a career shift by @stedesparasol

157k, explicit

"Stede's been posting book reviews on Youtube for two months now. It's taken him that long to finally get a comment, and the person it comes from is rather unexpected."

rip stede you would've LOVED booktube. furious i can never really watch his content.

Semaphore by komodobits

124k, explicit

"Talking things through as a crew is easier said than done, and honest communication has never really been Stede’s strong suit. When it comes to Ed, he is willing to try."

so good that i was properly and truly laughing and gasping and 'oh no-ing' out loud while i read it.

Such Joie de Vivre by @louciferish

94k, explicit

"Professional thief Edward Teach is tired of hole in the wall apartments, shitty pub food, and skipping town every few months to keep the cops off their tail. He’s well past the age he meant to flee the country and retire, and all he needs is One Last Job to set him up for life. When he hears that some rich bastard outside of town has just the sort of treasure he’d trade his good knee for, Ed sets out in disguise to get the lay of the land."

i (so so foolishly) avoided reading this for a while because i simply didn't think i was one for nanny aus. i was so, terribly wrong. don't make the same mistakes i did. showstopping. incredible stuff.

The Chains of Flowers are Fragile Things by @grandmastattoo

62k, explicit

"Stede can't see the shop he's inherited from his late father as anything other than a burden, another insult added to a life that's going nowhere fast. Then he meets the charismatic man who owns the tattoo studio next door, and Stede finds himself forced to consider the idea of home."

maybe i love tattoo shop owner ed fics, sue me. i love this stede and i love his embarrassing mistake tattoo.

The Love Experiment by karawrites

65k, mature

a married at first sight (aus) au. i didn't know i needed it until i read it.

Water/line by @the-gentleman-mermaid

60k, teen

"During a raid on a smuggler ship, Ed finds a merman named Stede locked in the hold."

So good that I would actually pay the author real person money to do a similar story but where Ed is the mermaid.

Where the Daylight Begins by @xoxoemynn

116k words, explicit

"Modern day AU slow burn featuring a pining Ed, a clueless Stede, found family, roughly a million animals, and a very magical house."

This one sort of gave me House on the Cerulean Sea vibes; it was so much fun and genuinely necessitates a proper use of the word whimsical.

[sphylor]

I very nicely ask for some more written on the forcedmasc sensitive little dick stuff. (Only if you want to ofc <3)

Idk man that's just- gahhh phantom having the most sensitive little tdick that just needs attention but is so sensitive, and just imaging Dews hot tongue slowly eating him out-

cw: forcemasc, dubcon, edging, bruising and biting. pussy cunt clit cock dick all used for Phantom's anatomy <3 (also i know i didnt write the eating out part but just imagine that i did bfhdhhf)

"you're seriously telling me no ones ever sucked your dick before?" Dew lifted his head to meet Phantom's eyes, which they rolled in response.

"i keep telling you. i dont have a dick... its just a-"

"-i dont know how anyone could've resisted themselves," Dew interrupted, not letting the quint finish what they were saying. "Its just so cute. practically begging to be blowed." he looked down at the little nub again and circled it with the tip of his claw. Phantom hissed and Dew smiled. "if you dont think its a dick then i guess I'll just have to show you that it is." he dipped down and the quint ghoul yelped at the sudden heat on his little cock.

They tried to pull away but Dew gripped their thigh so tight they knew it would bruise. something about the idea of that excited Phantom and so the struggled more, making Dew grip tighter and tighter until the fire ghoul pulled away to bite at the soft skin on the inside of their thigh.

"Keep still or you'll get nothing at all." Dew hissed but Phantom knew it was an empty threat. even so, they settled back into position and let Dew suckle on their clit.

Phantom knew now how hot the fire ghoul's mouth would feel around them but they still got a shock when it happened again. it was like being enveloped by the sun. Dew brushed the tips of his forked tongue over the sensitive nub every now and then, making Phantom mewl and whimper as the quint ghoul quickly began to fall apart. they were so sensitive these days that it didnt take long before they were a drooling, desperate mess.

and then Dew started bobbing on the short length. every single braincell dripped straight of their leaking cunt. there wasnt much to work with but Dew sure put on a show, hollowing his cheeks and moaning around their cock. the vibrations from the moaning almost sent them straight over the edge and just as they were about to cum Dew pulled off and sat back.

"w-wait, no! where are you going?"

"its okay, bug, im not going anywhere." Dew grinned, his chin covered with Phantom's slick. "i just this this hole of yours deserves attention too, especially seeing as it keeps winking up at me." Dew glamoured away his claws and ran the pad of his index finger around the opening of Phantom's cunt, which desperately clenched around nothing, seeking to be filled.

"oh satanas, fuck, Dew please eat out my pussy, oh fuck." Phantom begged as their hips began to rut up into the air.

the fire ghoul pulled his finger away. "i want to hear you ask for it properly."

"But- Dewwwww.-" Phantom whined and hid their flushed face in the crook of their elbow.

"fine then." Dew moved to stand and leave.

"pleeease eat out my hole..." Phantom whispered, shame coursing through whatever of their brain was left in that moment. but it disappeared when he saw Dew smile.

"now there's a good boy." Dew cooed down at them before dipping down once again to lap at the slick dripping from Phantom's cunt.

[redlerred7]

Houkago Tea Time 2P Ship Matrix

ALL TEN permutations 2P ships featuring the main cast of K-on! Happy Valentine's Day!

See under the cut for individual ship images

YuiAzu

They literally say their ship name aloud in the show and Yui is constantly hugging Azusa, which Azusa refuses to admit she enjoys. Very cute ship between a doting senpai and kitten kouhai

Mitsu

Opposites attract! And their entire class in senior year agree, since they voted Mio and Ritsu to play Romeo and Juliet for the school play.

Mugitsu

They have one episode's worth of solo interaction, but it was so cute! Ritsu teaching a rich girl like Mugi the wonders of dollar-store candy and cheap arcades? Excellent ship!

MioAzu

It's a shame KyoAni didn't adapt Azusa's crush on Mio from the manga. Imagine the antics that would ensue if Azusa was part of the Mio fanclub!?

Yuitsu

When these two are together, they share the same braincell, making it hard to imagine them being romantic. Unless it's a bit, in which case they will commit to it, like always. Now just wait until it Stops Being A Bit.

MugiAzu

It's a shame they had a single solo interaction in the show. Mugi's readiness to learn and Azusa's enthusiasm to teach was delightful.

YuiMio

Yui was rather fixated on Mio during their first year. Perhaps it was Mio beauty? Her patience? Her knowledge about music? Or maybe just the squishiness of her calloused fingers?

RitsuAzu

Ritsu's a tease to everyone, but I do feel the shift in power dynamic when she teases Azusa. She's both senpai AND buchou! Thankfully offset by how much more competent Azusa is. And besides, what's a little bit of hazing between friends?

YuiMugi

They say the quickest way to a person's heart is through their stomach. That certainly seems to be the case for Yui. Mugi downright spoils her rotten!

MioMugi

I had a vision while drawing this: the club room at sunset; Mio focused writing a new song. Mugi lays a cup of tea on the table next to Mio, her fingers brushing Mio's hand as she pulls back. Neither remark on the touch but smile konwingly to themselves.

Bonus: Ship chart

[doodle-pops]

The Intoxication of Pleasure

Maglor x reader x Celegorm

A/N: A very happy birthday to my best chaotic girlie who shares a single braincell with me @someoneinthestars!! I hope you enjoy what my brain cells have put together for you!! Luv yah!! I've been impatiently waiting for more than 2 months to post this :)

Warnings: fem!reader, threesome, dom–sub dynamics, double penetration, fingering (vaginal and anal), cunnilingus, slight rimming, anal and vaginal penetration, sub!reader, soft dom!Maglor, rough dom!Celegorm, doggystyle, impact play (spanking), body-worshipping, praising, pet names (princess, kitten, vixen, sweetheart), titty sucking, overstimulation, mirror kink, jealousy, unrealistic sex, voyuerism and exhibitionism, mention of reader being a recently deflower

Words: 8.3k

Synopsis: You find yourself caught between the bedsheets in a spontaneous rendezvous with two desirable Noldorin Princes.

“Easy princess, deep breaths…atta girl. You’re doing so well for me.” His voice was more compelling and intoxicating than you last recalled. No, that was a lie; his voice always made you drunk and left you stumbling about the place, lost out of your mind. It stripped you bare and laid you on a table before him like some sacrificial offering—not that you minded. Or perhaps, you did mind. When other maidens flocked to the Noldorin prince like the dangerously, beautiful devil he was, and he returned all their attention, how could you compete? You had nothing to compare, not even a candle to their flame, and yet through the miracle of the unspoken prayer, you found yourself basking in ultimate pleasure.

Riddled by the toxicity of his fingers as they searched for your sweet spot, desperate to listen to the endless chorus of your moans to which he devoured, they crooked and twisted devilishly. His lips gave your neck kisses, planting a litter of purple artwork as he trailed up and down, relishing in the vibrations and echoes in each chord he struck. So easily with a curl of his middle finger, he brushed your sweet spot and relinquished a relieving sigh from your lips. Without hesitation, his saccharine lips, dripping with honey fell upon yours to suck the melody out.

A prince as highly esteemed and noble as he would place his lips upon those of a nobody. A nobody who could not even look at themselves in the mirror. What did he see in you, surely not your beauty?

“You’re thinking too much My Lady—I can see the tension in your face…” His whisper trailed off as he leaned forward to carry his lips away from yours and kiss the centre of your brow. “Relax, tonight is all about you.”

You hadn’t the courage to reply, you still didn’t know how you responded the first time he offered to take you to bed. Did you nod, squeak, moan, bark, howl? For a guaranteed fact, your words were not used—so you believed. Nevertheless, whichever response you gave, it allowed you to lie bare beside the completely garmented Prince with his fingers buried deeply within your cunt, searching for the treasure you locked away. His touches were fleeting, everywhere all at once, and leaving your skin on fire. Goosebumps rose with each touch and ghosting of his breath.

“M-My P-…Prince…ah!” you gasped as your words were cut off from the skilful act of having your chords struck. A whine followed along with your hands curling into his shirt and popping a few buttons off. His skills were phenomenal to pull such an easy reaction out of you—now you understood why he was the greatest harpist of all time. Brushing his lips against your cheek, his lashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings against your skin. His breathing was ghosting your skin and leaving goosebumps scattered everywhere. It didn’t matter the direction he came from or the strategy he used; you were putty in his hands.

“Ah, ah, ah. Maglor darling, it is Maglor,” he sighed, “if I’m taking a beautiful maiden like yourself to bed, we might as well become comfortable…because you will be moaning it later.”

There it was again. The undeniable, attractiveness of his voice and charisma. Every syllable that rolled off his tongue was perfection sucking you in like quicksand. Somewhere out in the desert he found and brought you into his mirage, treating you like a desert rose. The only difference was his mirage being perceptible.

Shutting your eyes because the sensation was too much, far less the intensity of his baby-blue eyes locked on your features, you tossed your head into his collarbones. Your position in his eyes appeared discomforting, leading him to hook your right leg over his left hip. Lying side by side and facing each other while his finger languorously thrust in and out your cunt, it was easier for him to pepper your face with more kisses and fill your mind with praises. Maglor was observant enough to distinguish the difference between a confident and unconfident woman. If you were bedding him, he wanted you to hold your head high as he took you into a field of pleasure.

Show him proudly that his pleasure was satisfying for a woman of your calibre. Show him his ability to make the intangible matter as much as the tangible. Prove to him that you value yourself above all others and praise your beauty as being the reason he was captivated to lust after you, a desert rose. Your delicacy and elegance despite your lack of experience was all too enthralling to not have you to himself—an admittance he would soon come to grumble over.

Pulling his two fingers out, listening to your whines and chuckling lowly, they danced around your entrance. A third finger had joined the mix and dipped in and out your entrance to secrete itself in your arousal; if you were going to take him, minimal pain to make the excitement pleasurable. Maglor refused to indulge in the inexperienced business of re-entering a recently deflowered lady. You were still sensitive to touch and pleasure, delicacy must be ensured. “Can you take a deep breath for me princess—just breath in…breath out…”

Following his words, hooked on every syllable like it was ambrosia, your breathing stilled before your chest heaved slowly to inhale and then exhale. The moment your body relaxed, there was the breaching of his fingers with the addition of tightness. The slight discomfort you first faced when he used two fingers returned as he used three. Somewhere in the distance while you focused on clenching and unclenching around his digits, Maglor was moaning and gasping under his breath at the awaiting tightness he would soon experience.

“You’re going so good for me, love,” he praised once again.

Your replies were broken moans and mewl the more his finger slunk further along your gummy walls. You felt stuffed from just his fingers; you knew he was more than those fingers judging from the bulge you felt earlier. Once all three digits were nestled nicely within your cunt, they flexed and crooked immediately to attack your sweet spot, not bothering to thrust or twist, competently. Maglor knew from the sheer pressure building up as your pleasure increased, that it wouldn’t take long for you to achieve the high he sought from the start.

The painfully digging of your nails as they switched from the front of his shirt to his biceps, curled and dug into his skin leaving moon crescents. At this point, he had no care for what happened to his garments—you could tear them apart for all he cared—they no longer mattered. You were the prize, the target, the treasure he sorted and lusted after; to have you he shall.

Continuing the arching of his fingers, his thumb stretched upwards and rested casually on your clit to rub lazy circles. It was the response he expected, your legs became incapacitated and spasmed around his slender waistline. Your body was torn between wanting to run away or stay bound to the pleasure, and Maglor was pleasantly gracious to assist you with a complex decision when his right hand snaked around your back and locked you in place. A heavenly sight you were the more you convulsed and moaned breathlessly in his arms. You clung to him like a leech the more his fingers abused your sweet spot.

“Just like that sweetheart…just like that. You’re almost there,” he cooed as he pressed his lips to your forehead, “come now my flower, cum for me.”

His words were a compulsive drug for within the moment they left his lips, your body reacted instantaneously. Clenching around his fingers and placing them within a vice grip, it felt like your walls were attempting to mould themselves and take their shape—an interesting act your body displayed. Your mind might have been foggy and attempting to unscramble the reason why a beautiful Prince would desire you, but your cunt was blatantly giving hearts and hugs as though it already knew why. Consider yourself slow or uncertain to believe that the Prince found you attractive.

Vibrating in his arms as your dams broke and coils snapped, tears sprung from your eyes. The little droplets of saline rolled down your cheek and dampened the collar of Maglor’s shirt, adding to the endless drool that soaked the material—not that he didn’t mind. “Shush, it’s alright darling, it’s alright. Just take a deep breath and breathe…”

Lifting your head out the crevice of his neck, you stared at him through your blurry eyes and sniffled. You never had the pleasure of experiencing an orgasm, be it solo or with a helping hand, and it was orgasmic. The slight shivers of your body were slowly fading, leaving behind random jolts to attack your senses. It didn’t help when Maglor nudged his head against yours to meet his devilish eyes before the feeling of a pair of lips colliding against yours. He was sending you into another bliss when his tongue slipped past your lips after the gentle nibbling of his teeth on your lower lip. You had no experience kissing the linguistically famed artist, even if though you engaged with him minutes earlier, no progress was made.

The left hand that was wedged between your thighs withdrew, smearing your arousal on your skin as it travelled upwards to grip your jaw and keep your steady. It felt like fire and ice blazing your skin at the same time. The thought of him smearing your arousal across your skin would have been a revolting act but caught up in the rapture of sweet passion, it turned you on more—much to your self-esteem. Your arousal flowed the more you locked lips and tongue and thought about his decorating you like his favourite artwork. It wasn’t often, or never, someone loved the image of your silhouette. You were caught in trepidation, resisting the urge to gag at the revelation of the Prince truly wanting to savour your temple.

Wanting to deepen the kiss, Maglor pushed against the tides and rolled you onto your back, hovering above. Knees between your legs, he pushed aside his robes to give you more samples of what was to come. He rubbed his bulge against your aching core, snickering at the high-pitched whines that escaped your lips and the frantic spasming of your legs. The sensation was too much, it was overstimulating, not that he cared. He was greedy and drowning in lust.

“You sound so beautiful when you sing like that.” He pulled away to kiss your neck. “I love the sounds you make for me.” Another was placed under your earlobe before his lips dragged lower to attach themselves at the junction. A vividly bright flower was left for the world to see and know he claimed you as his.

Squirming under him, your hips wiggled and rocked against his erection as the pleasure grew substantially. “Ma-…Maglor, fuck! Please, please…more,” you begged and tossed your head backwards.

At first, he hummed at your request before breaking into a chuckle. Feeling a sense of pride whelming in his chest, he leaned closer to whisper into your skin, “You want me to give you more princess? Is it that good?”

“It would be if you stopped teasing her so damn much and give her what she desired. I’ll tell you what, you really are the worst when it comes to teasing people Káno.”

Your body froze at the intrusion of another invading your privacy while Maglor visibly sagged, annoyed. Clinging to the prince and attempting to shuffle your body to hide from the scrutinising eyes of the dangerously seductive silver-haired male who came to stand to your right, you cowered. Above you, Maglor did nothing as he rolled his eyes and heaved at his peace being interrupted. Once he noticed your discomfort, he rolled over to your right and hid you from his brother. His right hand pressed you into his chest while you shrunk your body to hide the rest.

A round of boisterous laughter ricocheted off the walls. The prince was amused by your actions; you were still unconscious of your femme fatal prowess. He spent a solid five minutes observing the shyness in your motions and voice; his brother was doing one hell of a poor job at making you feel like the Goddess he would worship you as.  

Keeping his eyes on you, Maglor brushed a lock of hair out of your face and offered a sympathetic smile. “Have you no manners to knock, Tyelko?”

“Oh, I did háno, but her moans were clearly drowning your hearing abilities. I must say,” he hummed, then kissed his teeth, “she sounds delightful. Like a Goddess worthy of being worshipped.”

As the words left his lips, Maglor felt you sigh at the indirect praise before he tensed and cast his brother a side–eye. The glint in his eyes glowed under the luminescence of the fireplace as he was locked in a heated battle of determining his brother’s genuine intentions. No interruptions were done within purpose, especially ones like this. To make matters more trivial, of all the brothers, Maglor was the last person Tyelko would intercept given their…differences. Whatever the reason was, it had to be noteworthy.

“State your purpose,” he demanded, casting his head to give his full attention.

No response came—no verbal response. A hungry grin was returned with eyes roaming your lithe figure hidden from his lustful gaze. Maglor wasn’t the only person who was enthralled by you all night; two Feanorians you managed to capture and wrap around your dainty fingers; you were indeed a spectacle. Tyelko’s response was enough to drive Maglor off the edge in a spiral into fury. In return, Tyelko was faced with a harsh glare that would have seen shivers up his spine if the moment was…momentous.

“We do not require the presence of an unwanted guest. Leave!”

Finding his brother’s response more of a catalyst to jest than feeling threatened, Tyelko refused to leave. He remained tall and straight with his arms folded behind his back and head high. His green and brown robes, edged with golden embellishments rested seamlessly against his body and only shifted to the tune of his movements. His forest-green eyes glimmered and darkened.

“Oh, come now háno. It was no jest, nor my intention to make your skills appear inconsequential to mine. Consider it a…gift, to the lovely young, innocent lady in your arms. Why experience one when she can have two…for the first time? She deserves to be adulated in many ways; we can give that to her. What do you say?”

There was no mistaking his words as an act of compulsion, getting under your skin and kissing every inch of your body, and leaving you craving for more. Your insides clenched and tingled as his honey-like words lingered in the air, and butterflies pooled in the pit of your abdomen. Two Feanorian princes desired me.

“I don’t—”

“Not you háno, the little Goddess wrapped up like a present in your arms. What do you say to the proposal kitten?”

Stunned by the abrupt confrontation between both brothers, you felt as though you were intruding on something personal for a moment. The tension had risen, too dense to be cut with anything, and the sexual tension was following. Peeking your eyes over Maglor’s right shoulder, you caught the ravenous eyes of the predator eyeing you like a prize. It placed you in a chokehold. If he could growl and snarl to prove his dominance at this moment, he would; only his brother prevented the animalistic behaviour. His eyes were beckoning you to choose the answer your self-esteem would never allow.

Parting your lips to reply, you breathed and stared. You could sense Maglor’s stare on your face, reading and perceiving your micro-expressions; in combination with his brother’s stare, your arousal was increasing. The act of Tyelko pulling his lips back to reveal his pearly whites told you that he was aware. Nevertheless, you were unable to formulate a response.

“Still hesitant about why we would take you to bed? Oh, oh, kitten! We would never take a nobody to bed. Only a woman of your calibre and magnificence would catch our eyes; a sanctuary deserving of being praised.” Using the opportunity provided, he stepped forward and held his hand out for you to take, ignoring that darkened glare Maglor threw. “Why don’t you let me show you something. Don’t worry, I’m not stealing you away.”

Switching stares between his hand and Maglor’s face, you didn’t want to make a decision to upset the older, but you didn’t want to pass up an opportunity. With hesitation in your movements, once there was no one to prohibit you, your hand reached out to rest in his. Gentle were his actions as he pried you off the bed and guided you to stand before the body-length mirror.

Your eyes were anywhere but the mirror as they roamed behind to glance at Maglor who silently sat against the bedhead with his arms behind his head and lips pressed tightly. It was another hand that cupped your face and focused your attention on the image of you standing bare before the mirror. Tyelko’s towering figure stood ominously with gestures of the unknown. His famished gaze that roamed your body prompted your hands to cover up your erogenous zones, however, he was quicker. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, princess,” he whispered and dipped his head in the crook of your neck to land an unexpected kiss. “Don’t cover up your beauty.”

“Y-Your Highness…ngghh.” His actions made your words fall short once his tongue peaked past his lips and licked a bold stripe up your neck. Stopping behind your earlobe, his teeth came down to bite your flesh followed by his tongue licking the area to soothe the sting. His hands first started at your thighs, roaming the area and rubbing your skin with his calloused palms. It was a foreign sensation compared to Maglor’s softer skin, but nonetheless, enjoyable.

“I find it insulting that you allowed my dear brother a sample of your honey and not me. Say, sweetheart, will you give me a taste?” His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your entire body. Your eyes shut and your head tossed backwards to rest against his shoulder, giving him access to your neck. You weren’t sure what he was exactly asking for, but you were happy to oblige if he continued with his actions. They were equally addicting as his passive brother who sat like a mannequin on the bed.

Breathing laboriously, you nodded, allowing his hands to continue exploring your body. It wasn’t impossible to distinguish what his question meant when his enormous hands parted your legs and pushed you into his body. They roamed the inner of your legs, dancing torturously close to where you would kill to have him. “Open your eyes kitten, look at how beautiful you appear as I undo you,” he ordered. Even his patience was dwindling when the bulge in his leggings was aching at the sight of your glistened folds.

Finding it impractical to look at yourself being touched, you shook your head and looked at the ceiling. From the corner of your eyes, you noticed his silver hair shifting out of the way to reveal his domineering glare. “I’m not asking. I said look!” he demanded.

It was only natural that your body obeyed his wishes and locked eyes with your hazy, fucked out state. Your eyes roamed the mirror and landed on his hands running up and down your body, cupping and squeezing your breast before tweaking your nipples. While he did so, his hips casually grounded against your ass to ease the ache. A fire had engulfed your body as the mixture of his mouth and hands set you ablaze. His movements were aggressive, you could hear the guttural groans escaping his throat the more he groped your body.

Along the line, his fingers brushed lightly against your fold, occasionally parting them to slip into your entrance and collect your arousal. You found it impossible, now that the sight before you was hypnotic, to look away from his hand motion. There was a moment when the air became still, and all other movement ceased as his middle finger dipped in your folds and then brought to his lips for a taste. Your breathing froze as you marvelled at the action. That’s what he meant.

His vibrations passed through your chest as he hummed in delight at your taste. As a reward, his hand tilted your head to meet his lips in a vigorous kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was slightly salty, not too sweet, not too tangy, manageable.

“Only a Goddess could taste so divine, and I desire more—”

His words were hurried and broken, not able to spit the rest of his sentence out as he pressed you against the cold glass and dropped to his knees. You couldn’t move out of the constrictive hold he had on your waist or from the way your breasts were squished against the mirror. All you felt was the parting of your cheeks and a hot tongue against your cunt. A series of unidentifiable squeals and gasps left your lips at the crude act but turned into a deep inhale when his tongue travelled further south. He was shamelessly eating you out from behind, slurping and groaning as your arousal smeared his cheeks and dripped into his mouth.

Tyelko’s entire face was buried between your cheeks without any care as he continued to enjoy his dessert. His tongue probed around your clit, flicking the tiny nub like a switch before bringing it into a suction and rolling it around. The more he tasted you on his tongue, the deeper his face was pushed into your heat, almost like he was attempting to suffocate. His actions were animalistic, living up to the duty of being a hunter, as his tongue swirled, and lips nipped at your nub. In between, his tongue would lavishly lick bold stripes from bottom to top to bottom before slithering past your entrance.

“Y-Your High…ness…” Your voice was whiny and shaky as you mumbled incoherent speeches into the lust-filled air. In the background, Maglor had his attire discarded, leaving him naked with his hand wrapped around his cock. The sight of you being eaten out was provocatively sinful and heavenly. If only his brother hadn’t intervened, he would have had his tongue buried in your cunt for hours. Perhaps another time when Tyelko couldn’t be a bother.

With every push against your body causing your back to arch and nipples to rub against the cold glass, you exerted an opposite force prompting Tyelko’s face to bury deeper. He was having the time of his life as his tongue slithered across every surface he could cover. There were moments when his tongue travelled south and probed past the tight ring of muscles. All you could do was listen to the forceful commands of the princes telling you not to take your eyes off the image. You had to watch as he made you cum all over his tongue and dove back for seconds.

“Stop squirming so much!” he groaned with irritation. The oversensitivity was doing things to your body; you didn’t know how to react. It was different from Maglor. His was filled with softer touches and warmth encompassing, but his brother’s was purely rough and focused on sedating his appetite.

His large hands that gripped your waist, slid lower to your thighs and spread them wider. Its action easily allowed his tongue to wiggle its way along your passage and feel your walls clenching around it. Your body’s natural reaction as another wave of pleasure took over was to push against his tongue, riding it. Your consciousness was poking you to come to your senses and remember that it wasn’t ladylike to behave vulgarly, but your frivolous conscience told you to move. In the end, Tyelko didn’t care whether you rode his face or not, he knew you were close, and he needed to taste it again. However, he did notice the hesitation in your timid movements, and when he did, his hands assisted with your motion. Rocking your body and grinding your cunt against his tongue, he groaned and growled in satisfaction. He wanted you to lose yourself.

The jealousy from the sight before him was spurring him on to snatch you out of his brother’s hold and whisk you away. But he was adamant about getting you to see your worth; perhaps his brother’s interference wasn’t a terrible idea, however, he was practically taking you away from him. Narrowing his eyes as he looked on, he read your body and saw your orgasm taking over. Choosing to act now, Maglor scurried off the bed, ushered to your side in time to catch your convulsing body and pulled you against his chest.

A heated glare between the brothers was exchanged while you were losing all form of composure and functionality in Maglor’s arms.

“I told you háno, I’m not here to make you feel inconsequential. There’s no need to get jealous,” Tyelko jested. His mouth was covered in your arousal, and even his cheeks were smeared. Taking a moment to clean his face, licking his lips to savour your taste, he rose from his position to disrobe.

The action forced Maglor to pique in disinterest and anger, but he was shut down by the claim of this being desired by you. Had you not accepted his hand earlier, he would not have stayed to show you pleasure. “Consider it like this háno; we can have her together, and when I’m finished, she’s all yours…unless she seeks me out,” he suggestively chimed with a wiggle of his brows. His hands had already removed his robes and tunic, and now his fingers were unbuttoning his shirt, leaving him standing in his leggings and boots.

Dropping his eyes from forest green to your sweaty face, Maglor’s face softened, as did his voice. “Y/N, do you wish to partake in this union…being taken by both my brother and me?”

Calculatingly drifting out of your state of unconsciousness, your lashes fluttered and captured the image of the God that was holding you in his bare arms. His naked skin, flushed against yours felt fantastic. Your breast pressed against his chest and your nipples tingled with every breath you took. This is what it felt like to be truly desired.

“W-What?” you confusedly asked.

Humoured, he scoffed and graced you with a softened smile. “Is it alright if my brother and I take you at the same time?”

Jerking your head back at the vulgarity of the question, you had never heard of acts like this being performed. “Is that allowed? I have never heard of such an intimate act before; usually, it’s…it’s just two people,” you stuttered with widened eyes.

Your innocence would be the death of them both. The moment your words escaped your lips, they forgot all about the miniature competition and sought to ensure that you experienced the pleasure of two lovers simultaneously. Tyelko was the first to chuckle at your purity and reassure you that it was more pleasurable than one lover. Less to say, he was the more eager one of your three, hence his straining cock in his leggings. He wanted to get this show on the road.

“Rest assured my Lady, while it is considered taboo, it is equally pleasurable,” Maglor soothed and removed your hair stuck to your sweaty face. “I’ll do my best to ensure that you are satisfied…you might return for more.”

Giggling at his statement, you felt some jittered leaving your body while the majority remained when you came face to face to the sight of a naked Tyelko standing at the foot of the bed. Boots and legging discarded, his cock stood proudly with an angry head and leaking precum furiously. You had seen your fair share of male genital drawn in books, but never realistically. Come to think of it, you had forgotten you were naked in the arms of a naked Maglor whose cock was pressing against your thigh and smearing its precum. You weren’t made aware until now.

Your body froze but your eyes weren’t resisting the urge to look between you both and gaze at the proud erection he sported. It was equally as angry as his brother’s and lacked girth, though it made up in length and shape. Focusing on Maglor’s cock, the audience it gained caused it to twitch in anticipation the longer your innocent stare rested upon it. For instance, Maglor licked his lips and whispered for you to touch it, instead he praised you and withheld his patience to devour you. “Do you see what you do to me? No other woman can have that effect on me, my Lady,” he groaned in your ear before turning you around and guiding you over to the bed.

Tyelko stood impatiently stroking his length and rolling his eyes at the exchange. Poking his tongue past his lips in aggravation, he was rewarded his wait with the sight of you being guided to where he stood.

Your much smaller figure crossed the empty space and brushed closely past Tyelko, allowing him to breathe in your pheromones. He didn’t miss the small, coy smile you threw over your shoulder before approaching the bed. Cheeky vixen! His right hand released his length and made an impact with your ass, propelling you forward and stumbling onto the bed. The loud gasp that left your throat urged him to step closer and deliver another to your bare cheek. His left hand gripping your nape and his right hand rubbing your ass, a howl ripped past his lips as he landed another slap, reddening your ass with his large hands. Something for you to remember him by.

The cries that slipped from your lips were easily devoured by Maglor who came afront to comfort you. He knew how ‘lost in pleasure’ his brother was capable of becoming. His lips, you forgot what they felt like, swallowed all your cries as his tongue slipped into your mouth. There was a hint of that strong Noldorin wine on his tongue the further it danced with yours and coaxed your moans. Your position felt awkward, having to be on all fours and your ass being spanked while craning your neck painfully to meet the sweet lips of your Prince. However, knowing that you were about to experience the first-time pleasure of two princes instead of one, the awkward pain was worth it.

“How do you want us sweetheart?” Maglor asked, breaking the kiss to admire your reddened face and whisper against your lips.

Flashing your eyes to meet his, your words were cut short by the intrusion of a finger slowly probing into your ass, stretching you open. Jaw slacked and eyes rolling, your head dropped into the mattress leading to your back arching more into his touch. It felt foreign having something slipping in there, but your mind told your body to relax because it would become pleasure.

“I’ll take her from behind while you…get her the way you wanted,” answered Celegorm.

Nodding his head at the decision, Maglor looked down at your body and smiled at the reaction you expressed. You were doing so good for them; how could they not reward you. Reaching down to cup your chin and tilt your head upwards to meet his smirk, he bit his lower lip at the sequences of events to unfold before the night was over.

“I’ll take her first since I had her before you encroached, you can step in after she’s comfortable.”

“Oh?!” Celegorm’s brows raised; his night was growing more excited by the hour. “Well then, I’ll leave you to the first act háno; please don’t take forever, I’m getting impatient.”

Stepping away and walking over to the wine table to pour himself a glass, Tyelko made himself comfortable and waited for his turn. Meanwhile, Maglor seemed to be thrilled with having you all to himself and planned to stretch the moment out for as long as he could before his brother intervened once more. Rolling you onto your back and reclaiming his position above you, he brought your legs to rest on either side of his hips. His dainty fingers ran up and down your thighs, easily sliding closer to your sex to build the anticipation.

His lips were reattached to yours once more and prying all the moans he could devour in that instant. Your hands were excited running up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling under your touch from every shift in his body. With every touch, he would shiver and groan into your mouth, wanting you to know the effect you had on him. “Do you see what you do to me, princess? Look…” Breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours and breathing in each other’s air, he urged you to look down at where his erection angrily rubbed against your inner thigh. A slight shift in his hips and it would brush against your outer lips.

“Only a beautiful woman like yourself could do this to me,” he hissed, gasping when your lips brushed against his tip. Dragging his eyes to hold yours, he grinned and released a single laugh. “Eager for me just as much as I am.”

“I-I am. I…I want this, please,” you begged and flashed him a doe-eyed look.

Groaning at your innocence, his right hand moved to run his fingers through your fold and slip past your entrance to test the waters again. Finding no resistance and only warmth, he withdrew and used your arousal to coat his cock. Smearing your juices along his length, he sighed and shifted his hips closer to place his tip just at your entrance, though the action made you tense. He felt your nails dug into his back muscles while you sucked in your breath. Nuzzling his head against yours, he planted a kiss on your cheek to calm your erratic heart.

“I know it has been a while since you last…” he trailed off not needing to complete the rest, “I need to you breathe for me; breath in…now breath out.”

It was the same directions he delivered earlier to ease your fear of pain.

Finding it difficult to look away from where his cock rested and into his hypnotic eyes, you shut them and followed his instructions. Your chest heaved erratically at first, breathing arduously with your heart hammering against your ribcage, feeling like you would pass out from the sheer intensity of the moment. Fortunately, Maglor was kind enough to breathe in sync with you once he became conscious of your trepidation. Breathing in and out, feeling his chest and his warm skin brushing against yours, your muscles relaxed, and the stress eased. Your nails eased their viscous grip on his back and your breathing flowed with a constant cadence.

“Maglor…” you breathed.

“Yes?” he responded breathlessly.

“I’m ready.”

There was a loud buzz in his ears when your words rang before the room fell silent, he even forgot his brother sitting in the distance sipping on his wine. His left hand moved to hold your hip while his right ran his cock through your fold before returning to your entrance and easing in. For every deep exhale you took, he moved an inch deeper and felt the tightness of your walls suffocating him, and for every inhale, he stopped. He was almost in, and with a few more pushes and he breached your walls to enjoy the pleasures of being purely visceral. The loud gasp let out by you both at the experience of being stuffed and suffocated sang in harmony, but it was short–lived when Maglor could no longer bear the wait and moved first.

His idea of testing the waters to open you up was to get your walls affiliated with the shape and weight of his cock moulding your gummy walls. To believe that you were this tight after all the relaxation methods was astonishing. Feeling incapacitated by the quick movements of the gentle Prince, he switched your positions to allow him to batter your walls from underneath. One hand in your hair to tug your head backwards and his mouth leaving dozens more of purple flowers, the other gripped the fleshiness of your ass and groped. You were doing so well for him, voice sometimes stuck in your throat, a vigorous thrust would choke it out. Gone was your nauseating feeling and in place was the plethora of ecstasy.

Crying out Maglor’s name sentence after sentence and begging him to not stop, his cock would push deeper, something bushing against your cervix. Your body would do nothing else but spasm and tremble like a leaf in his arms the further you both tumbled around in the abyss of pleasure. Feeling the immensity of the weight of his cock resting snuggly and sliding like silk along your walls had butterflies swarming in your tummy. Your toes curled at the rise of a new pleasure and your back arched, pressing your nipples against his sweaty chest. The luscious friction felt sensational with every push of your body for every thrust he sent your way.

But long had one sat in the shadows and awaited his turn; seeing that your fun had begun and despising the loneliness, he rose from his seat and strutted over. The interaction was abrupt and ephemeral when fleeting kisses from a cool mouth ran down your spine and bit your left cheek. Squealing, you fought to toss your hand around and glare at the perpetrator only to feel a sharp tug at your hair. “N-Not so fast princess, eyes on me; I want you to look at me darling,” crooned Maglor. His voice was beyond stable for someone pounding into you lightning fast.

Biting your lips to the sound of his angelic voice, your walls clenched around him in response, causing his hips to falter. You could hear the lowly whispered ‘oh fuck’ under his breath.

“Hold there Káno, I’m joining,” announced Tyelko.

Using the moment to still his hips, there were two pairs of hands that now rested on your hips and ass. Maglor, wanting to distract you from the tension and ache you would experience, dipped his head lower to capture your breast in his mouth. Your breasts were supple and round, a feature he eyed all night—one that caught his attention and had him tripping. The little sensation gained from his gesture relaxed your body but didn’t take away from the feeling of oil being drizzled over your hole and a finger slipping inside. As delicious as the sensation was, you hated the snail’s pace he was thrusting his finger and clenched to suck him in.

“Shhh, ah, fuck Y/N!” cried Maglor. Your walls choked the living daylight out of Maglor’s cock, completely forgetting that he would experience your contractions.

“Hmm, somebody’s eager for more!” cheered Tyelko at the same time.

Breathlessly chuckling and feeling a bit more light-hearted now that you were deeply engaging in the pleasures of the flesh, you whipped around to cast an impatient look at the silver-haired male. You received a flash of pearly whites and a finger wiggling at you to behave yourself. “Patience princess, I’m trying to make things smoother.”

Groaning and whining at his response, you dropped your head into the mattress beside Maglor’s while he was busy feasting away at your plump breast. By the time he was finished, you knew your chest was going to be covered in endless hickeys.

Resisting the urge to clench around his fingers was impossible for every new digit he inserted since you were constantly choking Maglor’s cock. The contrast in the gasp and laughter that escaped their throats whenever you did so earned the constriction on your hips tightening and turning into a vice grip. You were dangling on a leash the longer they dragged out your night, wanting to focus on their indulges. The desperation was growing under your skin till the point of not being able to take the impatience any longer. Nails digging into the mattress and teeth biting the sheets, you were drooling at the sluggish behaviour of Celegorm opening you up to take him.

You just wanted his cock to fill you up like he promised, not take forever, but your thoughts were soon incomprehensible the moment his digits withdrew, and his tip slipped in. You were choking on the air from the first few inches of his thick cock gliding deeper. Legs trembling, toes curling, drool escaping your mouth and eyes shut, you were clenching around them both at the shearing burn of being stretched painfully and stuffed by two enormous cocks. He wasn’t even halfway in when he paused to snort at your legs shaking from the increased satisfaction.

“Look at you, begging for my cock and now you can barely take it. Looks like you’re about to cum right now…” His voice was sickeningly aggravating the more he taunted your soul about your incapability to handle his well–endowed length.

“Fuck, please. Move, just move please, both of you,” you whined.

Finding your reply humorous, Maglor detached his mouth from your nipple and whispered, “As you wish love,” before driving his feet into the bed and thrusting into you with a newfound pace. There was a moment of confusion and disorientation in your brain when hands were reshuffled—one was rubbing your clit, and you didn’t know who—to grip your waist and press against your back, pushing you into a foul arch.

The impeccable satisfaction of being completely engulfed and devoured at the same time was magnanimous. The blindingly vivid spectrum of euphoria surging through your veins with each push and pull, the in and out and the weights of mouth and hands, pleased your appetite. Chants of perfection were hurdled across the room at how well you took them or how beautiful you appeared fucked out; only were able to attract such a reaction.

The power you held within your hands—and cunt—to make Noldorin Princes submit to their knees and worship you like the Goddess you were like you were beauty beyond comparison, your body a temple. You could feel the tears sprouting from the corners of your eyes the more their words lustfully infiltrated your senses and stimulated a pang in your heart. The heavy breathing and the sloppy kisses against your skin, the slipping of their hands to grip your sweaty skin, the roughness in contrast to gentleness, what an experience to behold.

With your eyes rolling into your head and drool running from the corner, a harsh round of slaps was equally delivered to your ass to wake you up. The regress from unconsciousness into awareness to meet forest-green eyes staring into your own had you confused. When were you yanked upwards to meet his chest?

“Welcome back kitten, we thought we lost you for a second,” he growled. His eyes were focused on your face, observing every microsecond of pleasure that was displayed. He wanted to read those pretty eyes and distinguish if you were still doubting your femme fatal prowess abilities. Honestly, you had him and his brother putty in your hands; neither could get enough of you. “Look at you, the most beautiful woman in the world in our arms, making us lose ourselves. Powerful aren’t you?”

Finding it impossible to formulate a coherent response, you breathlessly whined when Maglor brushed against your sweet spot. Your eyes twitched and rolled as though you were possessed and Tyelko found that impressive. To see how lost and dancing on the edges of something higher than the heavens you were, was praiseworthy. Leaning in to capture your lips and sighing once they collided, your tongues danced and pried songs from each other’s throats. It was messy and hurried from the energetic and frantic thrusts on either end; the acceptance from your walls with the aggressive moulding and reshaping was short-circuiting your brain. You were losing your capacity to function as durable as you were from the start. They were corrupting you to accept and let go, let loose and be free, express yourself and believe in your abilities.

The churning of the plethora of pleasure from every end, the kissing, the finger playing with your clit and hands all over your body, had your orgasm bubbling in a cauldron. The imperishable flame was building and strengthening to heights unimaginable, it burnt your insides and slowly melted the dams.

“You’re such a good girl for us sweetheart. Are you gonna cum for us?” praised Maglor, his face flushed and sweaty from the vigorous workout you were giving him. His brows were pinched as he observed the rhythmic motion of his fingers against your clit and you bouncing on his cock. The build–up of the ring of cream around the base was a filthy sight to behold, perfection.

Finally breaking from the orgasmic kiss with a string of saliva dangling between your lips, a feral grin was returned as an act of favour. Your lips were sweet as ever and he still couldn’t imagine how you weren’t aware of this. Trailing his hands away from your chin, it returned to your back to push against his brother’s chest so he could switch his position and change the angle of his thrusts. One foot on the bed and one hand on your back, Tyelko found the treasure of his pleasure. With the arrival of your orgasm, everything was contracting at an unrecordable rate, making his hips stutter. “Eru, you feel fucking good!”

Mewling at the increased pressure in your hips the more Maglor’s cock battered your insides and sweet spot and his fingers rubbed away at your clit, your body began convulsing. The violent convulsion sent every muscle in your body to suffocate their cocks with urgency to milk them. All three of you were hissing and groaning as your highs were approaching rapidly. Head lulled and resting in the crook of Maglor’s neck, hiding your face as the growing pressure made you easily lose composure, you dug your nails into his biceps and teeth into his shoulder.

“M-Maglor…it–it’s too much, I–I so…ughh.”

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, all he had to do was give a kiss to your forehead before you came tumbling down. The quick jerk of your body in his arms and twitching of your muscles pushed both of them into overdrive. First, there was a loud grunt, followed by moans before stillness took over and the feeling of their release flooded your passages. Unfortunately, with your sensitivity, the pulsing of their cocks as they spilt their release into you made you cry out and dig your nails deeper into Maglor’s arms. The overview of your orgasm breaking down and washing over you like tidal waves felt like rain after drought. Topped with their highs following yours, the feeling was indescribable.

Going limp in Maglor’s arms, you felt Tyelko’s silvery tresses tickling your back as he slumped over your form, dealing with the aftershocks. He secretly didn’t want to pull out, but he also needed to rest. Heaving and finding the energy to straighten, you felt a small kiss in the middle of your spine and a callous hand rubbing your ass while he eased out. The hissing emitted from you made him wince; he knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple days, and he patted his back. Stepping aside to flop at the end of the bed, Maglor took the opportunity to ease out and roll you onto your side.

You lay in the middle with your left leg tossed over Maglor’s waist and facing him in the aftermath of your rendezvous. Behind you laid Tyelko with his face buried in your hair and an arm slung over your waist, sleeping. It was just you and Maglor left awake, pillow–talking.

“How are you feeling?” he asked politely.

Deliberating, you pressed your lips together to suppress a yawn before answering. “Tired and sore. My legs feel wobbly.”

“Well, I hope—” His words were cut off by the ill-mannered snoring from his brother on the opposite end. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he leaned closer so your noses were touching and whispered, “Well, I would advise you stay in my chambers for the next few days, that way I can care for you.”  

“Care for me, whatever do you mean?”

“I was not able to have you all to myself like promised…and the best way to treat your soreness is more therapeutic activities.” He grinned and leaned in to peck your nose.

Blinking at his assertiveness, you softly giggled. “One night is not enough for your hunger My Lord?”

“One night is never enough when it’s a person of magnificence like you…I want to cherish you more—” Another snore cut his words off as though it was deliberate. Huffing, he turned to you again and reassured you. “Perhaps in the morning when my brother has departed, I’ll show you what I mean.”

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October 31, 1912 - Outskirts of the Weaver Property.

John's steps echo through the woods, leaves crushing under his feet, the wind gently brushing against his skin. He sighs, looking up at the red sky, admiring the sundown.

Why didn't he leave earlier? The kids are in deep in her delusions, Hell! She convinced the priest to take part in this! It's too late now, and...she's pregnant.

John stops at the end of the forest, frowning as he sees fog forming along the road. Just on the road.

"...There's something wrong...something very wrong..." He mumbles to himself, it's not that he believed Mary with the whole creature thing, but...he's seen some shit lately.

"DAD!" John turns around, watching as Lillian, his youngest and only daughter, runs over on his direction, her long hair almost tangling in the branches "The baby's coming!" She smiles and holds his shirt's sleeves, panting slightly.

"What?" His face goes pale, he holds Lillian's hand, both hurrying deeper into homestead, just as the night starts to rise, the darkest part of the sky just behind their home.

October 31, 2014 - Road to Pine Creek Summer camp.

"Ugh, i can't believe you convinced me to come along" Harper crosses her arms, almost rolling her eyes as the group walks along the trail.

"Oh, Come on! This is better than going to a dumb party or whatever." Alexander smirks, nudging the redhead by his side "right Sam?"

Sam purses his lips, turning away from his conversation with Emma to face him, she leans forward, also looking over at him.

"Why come here, anyways? It's just a gated place with lots of trees" Emma smiles anxiously, gesticulating to their surroundings.

"They're obsessed with the stories, Em." Harper scoffs, throwing her black hair back with a pout. "People going missing and shit".

"It's not just going missing" Duncan chuckles, turning away from Travis as he closes the camera cover. "For more than a hundred year, on this very night, no one can come in or out of Mount Todd."

"8 people were there the first time it happened: the family of 5 that lived in the homestead, 2 of the Edwards on their old house and Pastor James McAlroy on the old church" Travis smiles widely, turning to walk backwards "They were never seen again~" He wiggles his fingers at them, earning a concerned look from Emma and a frown from Harper. Alexander was matching Travis' stupid little smile.

"So...we're going there to get a video of it...?" Sam mutters loud enough for the group to hear, his lips twitching into a forced smile as Travis nods vigorously at him "ah...fun..." He sarcastically exclaims, exchanging glances with Emma and Harper as Travis turns to walk normally.

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First time including the friends from the start of the game in a writing piece :D

I have decided their names and appearances a long time ago, but it was fun finally including them. A bit of information about them in case anyone is interested:

Friend 1, the skeptical one - Harper Oliveira, she's a very stylish and feminine girl! I would say she's Brazilian, mostly because of the surname. She's the one that normally calls bullshit on the ghost stuff.

Friend 2, the guy - Alexander Delaparte, him and Travis might as well share a single braincell. He's very into the ghost and legends stuff, in AUs that Travis and Duncan fight, he was befriended by Duncan as a replacement for Travis.

Friend 3, the scared one - Emma Ferrighetto, the mom of the group. She doesn't really believe the ghosts and the stories, but has a big imagination, so she gets kinda scared by it. Normally is the closest to Sam in the friend Group.

About the AU: I did make a little meme for new years with this AU but didn't explain it. lol

My idea with this is to make a homage to other AUs in the fandom (mostly @vinehasnohopeleft and @mossyscavern 's AUs), while pulling this from my own and using a game that became my favorite last year. (It was made in my main language but it does have a great English dub, it's "Enigma of Fear" if anyone is interested)

There is time travel. Sort of. It's hard to explain, but all you need to know is that the two events from this skit are happening at the same time. :)

[francois1030]

Absolutely in love with how every single character in Limbus Company is just terminally stupid they are all incredibly dysfunctional and useless and I wouldn't have it any other way

I genuinely think LC is the best portrayal of the "dysfunctional group that shares one braincell" troupe I've ever seen precisely because it lets them be constantly hostile and bickering with each other, but also has plenty of moments where they pull through for each other as well

[iniziare]

♡  People i want to get to know better!

Last song I listened to: I was listening to a podcast, but before that, I was technically listening to Lantern Rite's background music of this year, and mixing it up with some of the releases of previous years. This one especially always gets me.

Favorite colour: Black, and I like vibrant colors as an accent— warm reds, and forest greens, deep blues, and deep purples.

Currently watching: I've started 'catching up' (I'm like 5/6 years behind, this'll be fun) on 90 days, now that I found a place to watch it. Listen, don't judge me, we all need some trash TV sometimes. Outside of that, I'm considering a rewatch of Penny Dreadful.

Last movie / TV show I watched: An episode of 90 days, technically!

Spicy / savory / sweet: Savory wins out of the three, it's the one I'm most commonly into, regardless of my mood. I'm selectively into spicy, I'll always try it but won't have a ton of anything super spicy, I am not called Yelan. And sweet... I suppose.

Relationship status: Single.

Last thing I googled: Oh, I remember this off top of my head for once. 'gate of injury genshin', because I wanted I see whether it had ever surfaced in prior lore drops. And yes, I specifiec that one because of Yelan, of course— but through it, I also found the others, so then it went through clicking via, via, via, via, and then I ended up with 7 tabs. I'm lightly delulu.

Current obsession: I'm absolutely drowning in Wuthering Waves at the moment brain-wise, it's on the forefront of my brain 90% of the time, though Lantern Rite has momentarily also pulled Genshin, and Liyue in specific, under the spotlight, which means there may be a bit of an influx of it for a few days. But overall? Yeah, definitely WuWa for a longer period of time, Changli, and Shorekeeper in specific hold the braincell.

Tagged by: @daybreakrising (🤍) Tagging: @delusionaid (I will tag you until the end of my days), @avaere @aventvrina @coldjustness @narvvhal and anyone who wants to do it, steal it from me, and tag me!

[illegiblehandwriting1]

HI! :D

Do you have any Four/Sky headcanons you have yet to share that you would like too?

*cracks knuckles* Do i ever. (a bunch of these will be just. straight from some of my fics but eh whatever i love them)

Four absolutely heard stories about Sky, particularly as a child. Sky was probably a cross between George Washington and, like, Odysseus to his era. Someone legendary, a hero just toeing the line between history and myth. No one's 100% certain he's real, but Four believes it. (So does Dot)

In Four's era, there is a constellation known as the Godslayer constellation. Enough said.

Sky's love of flying and his experience in piloting parallels Four's ceaseless examination of minute details. Four likes dealing in the little things that make big results, so he ends up being really fascinated with how exactly Sky's Loftwing can fly and how it evolved. And hey, giant specimen that won't eat him? Big win.

Four gets along so well with Minish engineers and scientists. It's scary.

Sky took up woodcarving as a meditative art. He couldn't focus for long enough (inattentive ADHD) so woodcarving became a way to learn to focus and complete tasks, and he just sorta fell in love. He probably learned with Gondo.

Speaking of, Gondo is probably his favorite shopkeeper at the Bazaar. Sky was totally the type of kid to pester him with questions and stories and anecdotes while he worked, and Gondo was kind and patient enough to let him. He also liked the company.

Sky and Four both seem pretty chill (one's a mom friend and one's pretty smart/inquisitive/has common sense?), which is why no one ever suspects them when they team up and pull the most ridiculous pranks. (Wild knows, though. His best friend is Flora. He knows how absolutely insane scientists are, and he and Sky regularly drag each other around on misadventures. When there is a prank war, Wild only makes Four's and Sky's favorite dishes. They scare him.)

Sky's soul doesn't display his physical scars. In Silent Realms, you can only see cracks and impacts where Guardians have gotten him. They glow.

Sky likes listening to Four ramble about cool stuff he's learned. He has no idea what Four's talking about half the time, but Four is always so excited to have someone listen that all of his walls come down and you can see the Colors more clearly. Sky adores it so much.

Speaking of, after Four Swords, i think Four came back together, but rather than being four people piloting a meatsuit together or just a single person again, he's more like a granny square blanket. He's one dude, but different characteristics will show more overtly depending on the situation, and when put under stress, the seams begin to rip until he has to use the Four Sword to split. Otherwise, he gets a super migraine and just can't function. Also, magic fucks with him.

I read a fic where Four had a stutter and that's canon to me now. Like. yeah.

Sky much prefers the application of things to the theory. He's a smart guy for sure, canonically breezed/slept through all of his classes and did well while Groose had to work his ass off, but while he was able to absorb the information easily, it just didn't engage him and he wasn't all that interested. His favorite classes were in the Sparring Hall and in the air on his Loftwing. As I said before, real ADHD guy.

Sky's Loftwing is named Bird. Sun's is Blue, and Groose's is Fast. I'm sure some kids made up cool names like Felicia and Arnold, but I love the idea that they were childhood friends before, like, middle school years, so they probably shared a single braincell.

Four ends up teaching Sky metallurgy and stuff when they get a chance to chill at the forge. Sky teaches Four woodworking/carving.

Sky is good at physics.

Four is like. SO autistic to me, what a guy, and the Chosen Hero is and has been a big special interest, so meeting Sky is like the best moment of his LIFE. He was probably trying to do some detective work with the other Links as subjects when he meets Sky and he just gets SO excited, it's adorable. Sky sees him, learns he's his successor, and immediately loves him forever. They are besties your honor.

also any version of FD!Sky

thanks for the ask!!! these two are my favorite dudes, i love them :D

[strqyr]

Hi question about a litter thing I've noticed as a reasoning for the tai has always been a terrible parent, and wanted to get your opinions on ot

People tend to use the line in v4 where tai uses the lose of braincells/arm comparison he uses towards yang within the argument he has with yang and how the comment visibly shows to hurt yang.

I myself feel a bit icky about the comment itself, but I always looked at as a spure of the moment comment something tai didn't really mean but accidentally let slip during the minor confrontation, as I have had moments myself like that with my own mother where we've been arguing and she's said something hurtful without meaning too, she alwasy apolgised for it later.

Anyway, tangent aside, what are your opinions? (You don't have to answer if you dont want too)

to me, it's just how this family speaks; not pulling any punches or speaking like they're professional therapists. it's hardly any different to yang's "yikes! meltdown already?", or qrow's "so either you're lying or you're crazy" while smirking, or ruby playfully mocking how "dumb" yang sounds in terms of sensitiveness.

i honestly don't even think the comment hurt yang bc... that's not what her face conveys—and if it had, i'd expect the writers to have addressed it in the moment as yang is not one to hide her emotions. there's just shock which then fairly quickly turns into a smile and laughter, yang playfully punching tai (like she did ruby in beyond) and calling him a jerk, tai joining her in laughter.

and when oobleck whispers "are we finally talking about the goliath in the room?", yang and tai dumbfoundedly look at each other before bursting into laughter again.

it's "breaking the ice" moment. everyone keeps talking about yang getting back to normal, but she has a new normal now; there's no going back to the old, and change like that is always scary. it's also much, much scarier when no one seems to be willing to talk about, walking on eggshells around her like, waiting for the "right" time to talk about "the goliath in the room."

there's a wall between yang and everyone else, and tai's comment breaks right through it like a sledgehammer. more importantly, it gets yang to laugh again. after who knows how many months—winter has certainly come and gone—, yang is laughing when her first scene in the volume made it seem like a thing in a far, far future.

could the topic have been approached in different way? sure. but you gotta also remember that yang doesn't like to be coddled, treated like she's some fragile thing about to break at any moment. and considering her reaction to the prosthetic arm, i doubt she would have brought it up herself; oobleck and port certainly wouldn't have, treating it as the goliath in the room.

so what you could have very easily ended up with is the situation getting nowhere; yang with a new normal that no one else is willing to acknowledge. yet, with one single comment, tai brings the old normal—as per the way this family talks to each other—to the new, and it opens the floor for further conversation.

frankly, it's one of the main things i love about this very fictional, "no real feelings were hurt" family: they're very, very blunt at times. there's no therapy speak that makes them sound like wooden dolls, they feel real; the kind that's saying the first thing that comes to mind, no filter, giving and receiving punches in same amount.

[aannonn]

Going through some things right now,

but seeing and making ColorGang content makes me happy so

I got more headcanons! xd So- like- A part 2 of this post? Probably lol

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed sharing it! <3

╰┈➤ Whenever one of them is sad, they will immediately pull each other into a big group hug. Saying comforting words to the other. Watching some movies. Drawing and/or animating together, and etc. Just doing everything they know it makes the other happy!

﹌﹌﹌ They also won't pressure the other to tell them why they are sad. They just want to be there for each other in their darkest nights. ❤

﹌﹌﹌ They will hear each other out, and will do their best to be there, not only for the one who is sad, but also for each other.

╰┈➤ They are all really dramatic. Not in a bad way, but like- They can speak, but at the same time they are speaking they are also doing many movements and motions as they speak because they are dramatic like that lol

﹌﹌﹌ Alan can't hear them outside the computer, and since Orange is the only one who knows how to talk to Alan, the rest of the group just does many moviments and motions so Alan could understand what they are saying.

﹌﹌﹌ Alan doesn't understand a thing, so Orange often speaks for them, but at the same time Alan doesn't really mind and, instead, finds it adorable xd

╰┈➤ Green didn't taught only Orange how to sing - even though it didn't really work well xD - He taught the others how to sing, too!

﹌﹌﹌ Red is a quick learner, so it wasn't too difficult to teach him how to sing.

﹌﹌﹌ Blue was a lil' more difficult, but it wasn't that hard, either. - Green suspects Blue used potions to learn how to sing, though...

﹌﹌﹌ While with Yellow, surprisingly it was harder to teach him, but he got the hang of it eventually.

﹌﹌﹌ So- Basically; Orange is the only one who can't sing;')

╰┈➤ Yellow is the most intelligent of the five(5), but he also often uses only one(1) braincell when doing shenanigans with his friends...

﹌﹌﹌ He's such a genius when it comes to technology and redstone engineering, but when doing shenanigans with his friends... Oh boy.

╰┈➤ Blue and Yellow are the epítome of; Work Smarter, Not Harder.

﹌﹌﹌ In summary; They are all pretty smart, but they'll often lose braincells whenever doing shenanigans with each other. But can you really blame them? They are kids, after all. They just wanna have fun and fight and just be silly

╰┈➤ The group can often pays a lil' visit to Orange and Alan when they are animating. Either to just watch their father figure and best friend-sibling doing work, or to try to help them with their work.

﹌﹌﹌ They are like lil' kids watching their parents work lol (I do not mean this in a Alan x TSC way...... Plz don't take this the wrong way-)

╰┈➤ It might be a canon thing, or maybe not, but Green loves attention. Any kind of attention is good for him.

﹌﹌﹌ Talking good about him? Awesome! Talking bad about him? Awwn shucks, but cool. Just mentions him in only one single part of the conversation? He's instantly the happiest stick in the world.

﹌﹌﹌ For Green, just talking about him just proves how cool he is. Cool enough for people to even bother talking about him. (and he's so right omg i love him sm)

╰┈➤ Since it wasn't confirmed how tall they actually are, then for me; From Tallest to Shortest; Yellow, Blue, Green, Red & The Second Coming!

﹌﹌﹌ It's not that much of a difference, though. Like- Only a few inches of height difference.

﹌﹌﹌ They will playfully tease each other for their heights though. ;)

╰┈➤ Probably a canon thing, but; They can sometimes get carried away and ends up hurting each other, but they will always make up in the end.

╰┈➤ They have some trauma, not only from The Dark Lord fight, but also from when they fought King Orange and when they got betrayed twice by Purple. They can get a lil' paranoid about it sometimes.

╰┈➤ RYGB are all very forgiving, not just because they are kids and kids usually forgive pretty fast, but because they were unwillingly taught to forgive.

﹌﹌﹌ The StickMans were created to fight, and while it can hurt sometimes, especially when a player gets too carried away, they will always forgive and forget, because they did not have any other choice but to keep fighting.

﹌﹌﹌ If they know they were created to fight, and will keep fighting for the rest of their technology lifes, then what's the point of holding grudges because a Stick got too carried away?

﹌﹌﹌ Most of the time it wasn't even their fault, but the player's.

╰┈➤ Even after RYGB met TSC and finally got freedom from their site, they still can't help but to keep going doing what they were created to do. Old habits die hard, after all.

﹌﹌﹌ They do not dislike fighting, though. They still love having battles with each other, be competitive, and etc. It's kinda like a comforting nostalgic thing for them, to keep doing what they were initially created to do.

﹌﹌﹌ And because being competitive it's fun.

╰┈➤ For me, pronouns do not define gender. So like- I like to think that the ColorGang are all genderless, or atleast they identify as genderless, but they feel more comfortable with he/him/his and they/them pronouns? Gender is something really unimportant to them. xD

﹌﹌﹌ It wasn't important before, and It won't be important now.

﹌﹌﹌ They are, overall, neutral about She/Her pronouns, though. They don't mind it, but not really their preference.

Weell- I think that's all the headcanons that I have about them so far. There will probably be more, though. But, for now, that's all! &lt;3

Now.. I'll probably share my headcanons that I have so far about the RainbowGang(ColorGang + Purple) and HollowHead Bros someday! But, for now, that's it.

It's already 1 am from where I am now so- XD

Welp! I think that's it..? I might do a part 3, since my imagination is endless and I would love to do as many ColorGang content as possible, but, for now, that's it!

Cya u all in my next post! Goodbye ~ !