#while I run to da store

[the-acid-pear]

Why did my cooking dream get hijacked by my brain making a William Afton oc and au what was that about.

[fromdove]

HOW I THINK SOCIAL MEDIA IS LIKE IN ㅤㅤㅤㅤ GOTHAM CITY

tiktoks where people are like “day 54 of trying to get batman to notice me by looking helpless and holding a brick outside of wayne tower.” and then like. a day later they upload another one like “guys it worked. i threw the brick at a window and he SWOOPED DOWN AND YELLED AT ME. i think we’re engaged now.”

BATMAN FAN ACCOUNTS. “batm4nslut6969: yall i saw him last night and his thighs were THIGHING. i can’t.” “i want him to run me over with the batmobile. respectfully.” “what does it say about ME that i’m in love with a man who beats people up in alleys.” “he punched my cousin and now my cousin’s life is on track. king.”

you’ll see a tiktok like “get ready with me to testify against the penguin 😘” and they’re curling their lashes like “trial’s at 10 i’m wearing valentino. hope the DA is hot.”

facebook moms in gotham be like “hi!! anyone else’s toddler develop shadow powers after playing near the narrows??? normal or???”

“guys u wont believe what just happened i was literally just tryna get a tuna sandwich and then scarecrow gassed the 6 train again 💀” followed by: “ok but like did anyone else get lowkey productive on fear toxin bc same”

and like imagine those "what's in my bag" videos but it’s like “what’s in my gotham emergency kit” and they pull out like mace, an inhaler, one (1) batarang they found in an alley, a granola bar, and a tiny bottle of holy water just in case it’s some demon this time.

every batman chase has like. three angles. one guy from his apartment, one guy hiding in a dumpster, and one guy who just happened to be doing a GRWM video when batman crashed through the laundromat window behind him like a medieval poltergeist in kevlar.

there’s also that one tiktoker who’s like. always posting “day in the life as a gothamite 🥰” and it’s literally her dodging debris from a police chase while trying to get a matcha. like she’s got wireless earbuds in while the riddler is detonating something in the background. caption: “when i said i wanted chaos i meant eyeliner not explosives 😭😭😭😭”

people be going live from literal crime scenes. like “hey besties so i’m outside ACE chemicals rn and idk what’s going on but i just saw a clown sprint past. anyone know what’s happening???” and everyone’s commenting like “GIRL GO HOME” and “go inside nowwwwww” and “live laugh leave gotham.”

you'd see youtube videos like “i lived in gotham for 2 days and here’s why i left” and it’s just footage of a man watching fire rain from the sky while eating a pretzel in pure silence.

twitter’s a HELLHOLE. people tweeting like “batman knocked over my hotdog stand again. this is the third time. i’m filing a restraining order” and “why does bruce wayne look like he hasn’t slept since 2003” and “if the joker had a podcast i’d listen. just being honest.”

ALSO fancams of villains??? OF COURSE. edits of scarecrow like “your mental health isn’t scary but he is 😍🔥” and joker fan edits with lana del rey playing over it like “he slayed literally. like a bunch of ppl.”

there’s discourse about EVERYTHING. “does batman exploit underage sidekicks??” vs “no they CHOSE to be there 🙄”

imagine gotham love confession tiktoks like “i met him in an alley while harley quinn was robbing a jewelry store” and the comments are like “literally gotham's version of a meet cute 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘”

theres podcasts like “the ethics of vigilante justice” and then they go off topic and start debating if bruce wayne and batman have ever been in the same room and one of the hosts is like “they have different jawlines 🙄”

the gentrification discourse?? YEAH. “just moved to crime alley!! rent was SO cheap!! the vibes are kind of ✨✨ except for the screaming at night. also someone left a human tooth in my mailbox. i think that means i’m accepted into the neighborhood??”

and of course. OF COURSE. the joker thirst edits. like i wish i was kidding. i wish. but someone posts “what if he kidnapped me actually. like what if i let him.” and it’s a picture of him looking crazy with 15 different filters and a caption that says “he’s literally me (i need therapy).”

and GOTHAM INFLUENCERS. OH MY GOD. the way they would be the WORST. “hey guys today i’m doing a billionaire morning routine <3” cue 6 am ice bath in the wayne building gym someone does a house tour and people in the comments are like “i think that’s *insert famous rich socialites name's* old penthouse????”

homeless ppl getting filmed for fake charity clout. omg. “today we’re giving a makeover to this unhoused gotham citizen 🥺”

gotham meme culture is top tier. like they’re actually so funny. because they have to be. it’s trauma response meets terminal irony meets "oh the joker blew up a costco again time to live tweet." they have memes like: “you vs the guy she told you not to worry about” - it’s a pic of bruce wayne (or some rich socialite) in a suit and then batman looking like roadkill in a cape or something like “just got mugged by harley quinn and she said i have bad taste in shoes. kinda valid tbh.” or “why is scarecrow hot now. like when did that happen.” “penguin looked at me sideways in the club. should i press charges or kiss him idk.”

some of them are rich rich. and also literally host giveaways with captions like: “win a week in my tower penthouse if you repost and comment ur favourite crime i’ve survived 💋”

the drama is UNREAL. like gotham reddit?? a cesspool. like there’s this one post every week like : “AMA: i dated bruce wayne for 3 weeks in 2018 and he ghosted me after i found a batarang under his couch.” and then batman side of reddit is like “this guy tried to sell me fake kryptonite at a gas station AMA” and the replies are like “was it the guy in the trenchcoat outside the CVS?? i knew he was shady.” oh and you know there’s a gotham reddit thread called r/gothamCitizenSupport and it’s just “does anyone know how to get joker gas out of your vents” “batman smashed my windshield again how do i file an insurance claim” “my roommate joined a cult and now she glows in the dark?? normal or should i move out?”

you know the “hot takes” girlies?? yeah they’re deranged. “ok but like… what does batman really do for the economy.” or “i’m just saying gotham has more billionaires than public libraries and i feel like that’s not a coincidence???” or “why is no one talking about the gentrification of *xyz place name* just because ivy turned a building into a forest resort spa”

the comments are always fighting for their lives like: “he saved my life leave him alone??” or “girl i got evicted because catwoman turned my apartment into a goth club shut up”

ALSOOOO there are entire sides of gotham tiktok like:

“batman sighting alerts”

“gotham thrift hauls (featuring actual riddler merch)”

“bruce wayne conspiracy theory corner”

“citizen thirst traps featuring blurry robins”

“updates from people who work at arkham: the podcast”

and every time a villain escapes it’s like “uhhh guys. just saw mr. freeze at the bodega. he said he wants vengeance.

"guys...my parents just told me we're moving to gotham because its cheaper...help me what should i expect?"

OH AND BATMAN WOULD HATE IT. and there are so many compilations like “BATMAN GETTING FED UP WITH CITIZENS PART 7” where it’s just clips of him looking pissed af. dramatically because someone asked for a selfie mid-chase or tried to ask him to do fit check in their video.

[henneseyhoe]

Lights, Camera, Action.

Terry Richmond x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: light smacking, fingering, brief PinV, unprotected (wrap it uhp!), daddy kink, sir kink, squirting, head (m receiving), Pornstar!Terry, dirty talk, slightly unedited, short. i think das it.

SUMMARY: The camera loooves you, and Terry gets all your good sides.

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If it wasn’t for the cameras, she probably would have fell in love with the man.

“Look real pretty for the cameras, baby. They ain’t watching for nothing” He whispered into her ear softly while pushing into her. The mic most likely didn’t catch it, but she caught all of it. Every dirty, nasty thing he spoke into her ear, guiding her with how to look, what to do, how to feel. He did it so well she almost forgot this was just work, he made her feel like a rookie in just this thirty minutes of filming.

She turned her head to the professional camera pointed at her face, her moans only heightening as he folded her legs closer to the beds sheets, her heels pointed to the ceiling and toes curling when he bottomed out. “Now smile. Show them how much you love getting fucked like a complete slut.”

Fuck…

Sweat dripped down the back of her neck as she stared into the camera lens, the reflection of her looking back and showing how much of a complete mess she was, most of her lipstick smudged across her lips. He wouldn’t even allow her to wipe her face. The messier, the better, he said.

“You gonna cum on daddies dick?”

“Y-yes!”

“Yes what?” His hips pressed against hers, skin flushed against each other as he well groomed pubic area met her clit.

“Yes, Sir!”

He had gotten so deep that she could feel every twitch from him inside of her stomach, the movement teetering her off the edge of her orgasm just a little more than before. He wasn’t far behind either. With every clench, he prepared himself mentally for having to do another take because he came too early, leaving the director to instruct him to get himself up again after the overstimulation period had subsided.

“Cut!”

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“Such a good girl. You can take it just a little deeper”

Terry held the back of her head with a steady hand, sure to push her head back down whenever he felt her attempting to come up for air. She heard the cue from behind the camera to give them a good shot, making her open her eyes and look for the recording lens.

A camera snapped pictures, close ups of her mouth wrapped around his thick dick, her pussy dripping with arousal, and her erect clit peaking from underneath her clitoral hood kept to be stored in a harddrive later and uploaded to a dirty site with premium content.

The flash showed all of the glistening sweat on her body and the outline of his dick deep down her throat. It was hard for her to even lift her head with more than enough inches down her throat and him standing above her wasn’t helping. The constant sensation to gag poked at her reflexes until she couldn’t refuse anymore.

Popping off of him with a gasp, spit fell from her chin and onto the hardwood floor that had her wishing she put a pillow down for her knees. He chuckles darkly, pleased with her attempt to keep all of him down.

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Using that mouth for something so much better than running it. Fuck, you look so pretty like this” He praised as his hand lightly taps on her wet cheek, smudging the blush she applied earlier.

He wanted so badly to just shove his fingers down her throat and make her gag again, but they had already gone off script enough for that day. He’d just have to get her number for a more private session.

“Good girls get prizes, don’t they?”

“Yes, Sir” She nods.

“You wanna cum don’t you?”

“Yes, please”

Without another question, he lifts her by the waist and effortlessly tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the heels she wore clicking together as she settled across his broad shoulder.

With him now sat on a couch, she bent over his knee like he told her to and lifts her own skirt while Terry gestures the camera towards him.

“Look at that…” He slides his fingers between her lips and spreads them for the camera to see, her clit jumping at the feeling.

“Wet ass pussy” A loud smack sounded off in the room, her back arching in before quickly regaining its original form before she earned herself a harder smack.

Her ass bounced back like waves against his hand, one of them squishing her cheeks as his other hand slide further between her legs, the pads of his fingers teasing at her clit before he sunk two fingers into her.

Off bat, he started with no easy pace, his fingers curling up to her gspot as a long string of moans left her pretty little mouth. The moans were broken up into sections, sounding as if someone was shaking her by the shoulders; it was really just the effect of his wrist colliding with her ass.

“Wanna cum- Can I please?” She whined helplessly, trying so hard not to let her thighs close of him or for her to roll right off of his lap. She couldn’t even begin care about the cameras anymore.

“Wet it up, baby” He demanded a response from her body as his fingers pressed up against her favorite spot, wiggling until she clenched so hard he no longer had room to move. Her legs shook violently and her thighs finally locked together, gushing of her wetness soaking his entire lap and the couch.

“Uh-huh, look at you still following orders” He smirked and pried her thighs apart again, laying smacks on her clip to beckon a stronger orgasm to her, which she got. As his hand made contact, water splashed up from her middle.

“Look at that mess you made, baby”

Her upper body slumped down onto the couches cushions. He was proud of his work, fixing her up to sit properly in his lap after pulling his fingers out of her and bringing them to her lips.

“Now open, look into the camera, and clean me up”

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💌-IM BACK 😜 this was originally supposed to be for lewis but fuck it we ball am i right????

[bluelockmaniac]

reaction to you wearing a bikini - reo & nagi (separate)

ft. reo, nagi cw: mentions of gunfire (video games), fem! reader

reo

in preparation for an upcoming pool party with your friends, you had asked your boyfriend to accompany you bikini shopping at the mall. of course, reo, being the filthy rich man he is, agreed to take you to the finest boutiques (he wants you to look better than your friends).

reo followed you across the mall, patiently waiting as you window shopped at each clothes store. after picking out a large selection of bikinis without a care in the world, you hurried to the fitting room.

when you first left the room, his eyes widened like never before; he was entranced by your beauty- captivated by the way the lace ties hugged the sides of your hips ever so tightly.

"woah," he'd finally manage to say, "you look gorgeous..."

you giggled at his compliment and an hour later, you finished trying on all of the bikinis and had thrown them into your shopping basket.

"so, reo, which one looked the best on me? which one should i ge-", before you could finish your sentence, he cuts you off while waving his card in front of you. "all of them. you're getting all of 'em."

you give him a soft frown before pinching his cheek gently. "baby, i don't need twenty-three bikinis, i just n-"

your efforts were futile as reo was already talking to the lady at the cashier.

nagi

for the past thirty minutes, you've been on a facetime call begging nagi to come over so he could compare, rate, and choose the perfect bikinis for you. after all, summer vacation was right around the corner, and you had to prepare the ideal beach wardrobe that would enhance your appearance. so why was nagi refusing to come over, arguing it would be a hassle, despite your persistent pleading? "nagi," you sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration, "can't you just come over? you could bring your nintendo switch too, ya know?" "...nah, 'tis too much of a hassle..." he mumbles softly while concentrating on the rather graphic game running on his computer, flashing lights bouncing off his face and loud gunfire sounds distracting him from focusing on you. then a thought hit you, one that he wouldn't, more accurately couldn't, resist.

so, here you were, posing for nagi and changing into one bikini after another, after drawing his focus away from his ridiculous game and insisting he needed to concentrate on you. upon first noticing your silence, he wasn't concerned and shrugged it off indifferently- that was until he heard your voice calling him from the other end of his phone. "ta-da~" you'd croon, quietly laughing at the look your boyfriend wore—his lips were slightly parted, a light pink blush dusting his pale cheeks. "holy shit," he'd finally gasp, not realizing he was holding in his breath from the breathtaking sight of your half-nude body on his screen, "change into the next one for me, baby." to say the least, you were pleased with yourself for having managed to redirect nagi's attention away from his beloved video games and onto you.

comments are very much appreciated, thank you!!!

[spacecowboyy0]

chronicles of lamby

summary: little!reader is at a safe house with t141, brings their lamb stuffie but always loses it

notes: lamb stuffie again because it's so cute!, l!r calls simon papa and john da

~1k words

enter lamby:

You beg Price to let you go into the toy store next to the grocery shop. It’s a funny sight for the cashier when you, accompanied by Simon and Soap, enter the store that is primarily filled with baby toys. Price and Gaz decided to go to the car, but Gaz made Soap promise to get a picture of Ghost in the store with you.

You look around for the stuffie and Simon spots them in a back corner and guides you there. You hold his hand as you look around at the most adorable plushies you’ve ever seen. You have to hold back from squealing but you squeeze Simon's hand and bounce on your feet. Johnny stands on the other side of you, helping you find the cutest one. 

“Alright dove, what’s it going to be?” Eventually you narrow it down to a blank and a blank. You make Simon hold them both so you can visualize it better. Johnny makes sure to secretly take a photo of the scene. It’s comical and adorable seeing you stare intently between the two options that look so small in Simon’s hands. 

You walk out of the store with a big smile on your face and a soft lamb in your hands. Simon grabs your hand before you can run to the car, but you try your best to speed walk there. You pile into the backseat, squished between Kyle and Simon, and then make sure that John and Kyle have felt how soft your new lamb is before you head back. During the drive, you wiggle happily with your new friend in your lap. 

lamby out of sight:

The team was staying in a safe house long enough that you could bring your lamb with you. Normally you don’t bring her on missions because you don't want to risk her getting damaged or lost. This mission is a little different, and so there was more leniency with what you could bring. 

The team quickly learns that you have a habit of leaving her around the house.

1.

Kyle walks into the bathroom and finds your pacifier in the sink. Soap had given you a little chain with a clip that could be attached to the pacifier and then onto your shirt, so you had gotten better at not losing it. Sometimes you still forget. He rinsed the pacifier and then dried it on his (clean) shirt. As he reaches to put it on the windowsill, he finds your lamb there. He laughs and places your pacifier beside your stuffie. 

When he leaves the bathroom, he collects your comfort items and walks down the stairs. He heads to the dining room table and finds you looking over some papers. 

“Baby, your pacifier and lamb were in the bathroom.”

“Ohhhh.” You mutter to yourself. “I guess I forgot them while I was brushing my teeth.”

“I thought Johnny got you that clip for a reason.” You look up at him and shrug. 

“Yeah but I got distracted I guess, I noticed the window wasn’t closing properly so I tried to fix it, and then I remember I had to look at this stuff,” You gesture to the scattered papers in front of you. "So now I have to be big and do this.”

2.

You tried to be helpful this morning, even though you feel smaller. John watches from the living room as you walk into the kitchen, set down your lamb and put away clean dishes and make Simon tea. You go to the stairs, planning to head to Simon’s bed so you can cuddle with him. 

“Love,” John stops you. You perk up and look in the direction of his voice. 

“Hm?”

“Your lamb.” He points to where it is on the counter and you turn your head to follow gaze.

“Oops, sorry lamby! Thanks Da.” You walk over to her and tuck her into your arms, careful to keep the mug steady and head back to the stairs. John hears the stairs creak under your steps, and smiles to himself. 

3.

You have once again forgotten your lamb somewhere, and you need her to watch your cartoons with Johnny. You’re all wrapped up in a blanket so you ask him to find her for you. He checks the main floor before going upstairs and looking in the bedrooms. He avoids Simon’s until he doesn't find your plush anywhere else. Simon’s room is right beside yours, but his door is closed so Johnny knocks on it. “Simon?” He waits for a response but doesn’t get one. He says a quick prayer before turning the door knob slowly and pushing the door open silently. On the bed, Johnny can see your plush on Simon’s pillow. Opening Simon’s closed door was one thing, but going into his room is another. 

He slowly steps one foot into the room and the floorboards creak, making him jump. He turners around to make sure no one is around and finds Simon watching him from the hallway. He has his mask on, presumably coming from an errand run, and his arms are crossed. 

“I- uh” Johnny stammers. He looks between Simon and the stuffie. He hears your footsteps as you skip up the stairs. 

“Johnnyyyyy,” You whine. “What’s taking so long? Oh hey Papa.” You see both of them at the entrance of Simon’s room. 

“Is she in there?” You walk past Simon and peer into the room, spotting her on his pillow. You push past Johnny and flop onto Simon’s bed. You giggle when you bounce and then crawl to retrieve your lost lamb. You hop off the bed and go back downstairs, not noticing Soap’s stunned expression or the crinkles around Simon’s eyes (he’s definitely smirking under his mask). 

“Johnny come on! You couldn’t find my lamb and now you’re going to miss cartoons! I thought you're supposed to be smart!” 

4.

You and Simon had to leave early in the morning to collect some information, so you couldn’t say goodbye to John or the others. When John opens his door to go on his morning run, he's met with his favourite hat on the ground with your lamb sitting in it. There’s a folded note tucked in the hat.

The sight gets a smile out of him and he reaches to grab the small piece of paper.

have a good run <3 lamby will keep you company so you don’t miss me too much today!

-your dove

The note stays on the fridge until the team ends their time at the safe house, with a bunny magnet that you also made. John reads it everyday when he’s in the kitchen, and the others tease him whenever they catch his eyes in that direction. (Soap’s just jealous he doesn’t have a note of his own)

[selfindulgenceisthekey]

i would love to see the readers relationship with the other members of the crew before her running away to see some platonic yan strawhats in action and to establish the readers personality/charater traits

oooo I love this ask! this ended up both longer and shorter than anticipated, and I fear it doesn't quite hit what I was going for, but I hope you enjoy this <3

The warmth of her hands holding yours made you all too aware that you couldn’t recall the last time someone had done something like this for you. She was meticulous, tongue poking out ever so slightly as she focused, each brush stroke done with percision. 

“And done,” She sat back, a proud smile on her face, as you brought your hand up to inspect your nails.

Four of the five nails on each of your hands had been painted a dark blue, coated in something that made them shine in the sunlight. Your pinky nails, however, were painted a fiery orange. 

“Now don’t move your hands around too much,” She instructed, shifting so she could begin painting her own nails, “I don’t want you messing up all my hard work.”

You gingerly laid your hands down, palms flat against your thighs. “They look cute.”

She snorted, eyes never straying from her hands, “Of course they do, I’m an expert, I’ll have you know. Even managed to paint Zoro’s nails one night when he was asleep.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the image of Nami sneaking her way near a sleeping Zoro, quietly and slowly painting each of his nails while he snored. “What color did you choose?”

“Every color I had,” She paused her movements, looking up at you with a smug look, “His hands look like he dipped them in a rainbow for a week.”

“He just let you get away with it?” 

She waved your question off almost lazily, “He acts like he’s some tough macho-guy, but he’s a real big softy for the crew. He started to yell at me, but then Chopper saw them and got excited, and then Luffy and then Usopp, and he just accepted his fate.”

She was far quicker doing her own nails than she had been with yours, already on her second hand as she told you the story.

“You could start a side job,” You suggested, half-joking, “Imagine how many people would pay to have their nails done by Cat Burglar Nami?”

“Ooh,” There were stars in her eyes as she considered the thought, “I could charge people a shit ton.”

A startled laugh escaped you, and you tried to smother it while also doing your best not to smudge your nails. “You’d be painting nails while running away from the marines!”

“I could do their nails too,” She shrugged, “Though they’d be fined a lot more than your average person.”

It was comfortable sitting on the deck with her. The sun was warm on your skin, the breeze was cool, the taste of salt lingered not uncomfortably. You could hear the rest of the crew in different areas, Zoro was at a distance, arms crossed as he napped in a sunny spot, Chopper curled up in his lap.

Sanji was up in the galley, the scent of lunch wafting through the air. God how you wished you could get used to this. This type of life is one you had only dreamed of, and you’d store moments like these to dream of later.

“Ta-da!” 

Nami held her hands up, nails facing you. Four of her five nails were painted that same fiery orange, while her pinkies were the same shade of blue on your nails. Careful not to smudge either of your nails, she wrapped one of her pinkies around your own.

“See, we’re matching now,” She grinned, and you couldn’t help but echo the look back, “So whenever we go out people know we’re together.”

“Here, try this,” A spoon was directly in front of your face, barely an inch away from your lips.

It smelled amazing, and you didn’t even have to question before you wrapped your lips around the utensil. Somehow, it tasted even better than it smelled. 

“It’s amazing, as always, though.”

Sanji grinned, eye nearly sparkling as he all but twirled around in his kitchen, “Thank you, mon cœur. I’m always grateful for your input!”

You laughed, his theatrical actions never failed to entertain you, and you slightly suspect he dialed them up to make you laugh.

“Not much input needed, your food always tastes amazing.”

“Keep feeding into his ego and his head’ll get bigger than it already is.” The shift on Sanji’s face was immediate, and despite your inner turmoil regarding your feelings for the crew’s first mate, you couldn’t help but laugh as Sanji turned towards the swordsman.

“Shut it, mosshead! What are you even doing in here anyways? Thought you were out there, photosynthesizing with your grass brothers.”

Zoro’s face scrunched up, both of them doing great at riling each other up within a matter of seconds. You stayed seated on the bar stool you’d been on, watching as the two got in each others face.

“None of your business, curly brows.”

“It is my business, it’s my kitchen!”

The pot on the stove top began bubbling as the two bickered, and your attention turned to the stew. Do you turn the stove off? Was it supposed to be bubbling? 

“Uh, Sanji—”

“You don’t get final say in who comes in and out of here, waiter.”

“I do get final say, green haired idiot!”

“Sanji,” You scooted off the stool, moving over to the stove, feeling mildly panicked as you twisted the knob lowering the heat, “Sanji!”

He turned, the anger melting off so quickly it was hard to imagine it had been there, “Yes, my dear?”

“Dinner’s bubbling.”

“Dinner’s bub— Oh!” He rushed over, his momentary feud with Zoro forgotten as he gently stood next to you, grabbing the spoon he had been using, a calm sort of franticness in his movements.

“So sorry you saw us fighting in front of you,” He gently nudged you back towards the stool you had been seated on.

You just shrugged— it wasn’t the first time those two had gone at it in front of you. Their bickering and fighting at first scared you, two men that strong fighting? It seemed like it spelled disaster. But the bickerings never escalated past that, and you soon found yourself feeling amused watching them.

Zoro made a tsk’ing sound, arms crossed as he watched Sanji save the stew with little to no struggle. He shifted, his movements silent and the only reason you were aware was because you had been watching him. He was inching towards the cabinet where Sanji had shown you they keep different types of alcohol there. Without turning, Sanji spoke towards Zoro, voice cold, “You can wait for dinner to have your drink, marimo.”

“Damn lovecook,” Zoro huffed, eye narrowing at Sanji despite the blonde not facing him.

You look at Zoro a small smile, and he just huffed back in response before disappearing from the room. No matter how many days you spent with the crew being near him still set you on edge. There was something about the way he looked at you that told you he didn’t trust you, and the silent looks were more terrifying than him threatening you.

“Here, taste it now,” Another spoonful of stew was in front of you, and the ebbing worry that had been growing disappeared.

Chopper always kept their sick bay in top shape. The scent of cleaning supplies never felt too overbearing, and it was always a nice temperature inside. You wondered how long it normally took him to clean whenever he dug through things as frantic as he was doing now.

“Chopper,” You tried calming his frantic movements down, “It’s just a scratch— I’m fine.”

“But I need to clean the wound to see how bad it really is,” He was standing on his tiptoes reaching into a cabinet, flinging bottles around as he searched for whatever it was he was in need of, “Then disinfect it so you don’t get it infected! Then I have to dress it, if you don’t need stitches!”

You doubted you needed stitches, it stung sure, but you’d had plenty of wounds that needed stitches before. This one just needed some gauze and time and it may not even scar. You didn’t tell the little doctor that, he didn’t need a reason to grill you about your medical past.

“I doubt it needs stiches,” You mused, watching as he appeared triumphant upon finding whatever it was he had been searching for.

Hopping off the table he’d been standing on, he made his way to you, scooting the stool to be able to be closer to your arm. You held in a wince as he began cleaning the wound, clearly desperate to be careful with his actions. Hovering in the door was Sanji, a worried look on his face. What surprised you was Luffy behind him, peering around Sanji to look into the sick bay.

“I’m fine, you guys,” The genuine concern in their eyes was touching, a warm feeling growing in your chest as you smiled at them, “Just a scratch.”

“I was worried your whole arm was gonna fall off,” Luffy spoke, leaning forward against Sanji, who, despite the annoyed look on his face, accepted the weight against him.

You couldn’t help but snort, wincing slightly as Chopper applied antibacterial spray, “My entire arm was not at risk of falling off, Luffy.”

“You don’t know that,” He sounded so serious, his eyes wide, “Luckily, we have the best doctor on our ship, even if it had fallen of, he’d have fixed it!”

As if on cue, Chopper wiggled where he stood, bowing his head enough that the brim of his hat covered his eyes, though you could still see his smile, “That doesn’t make me happy at all!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, watching as he wrapped your forearm was gauze, his touch light and gentle. By the time he finished wrapping your wound, the pressure mixed with the spray helped the pain all but disappear. 

You held your arm up, showing the two worry warts, “See? All fixed. Not at risk of falling off at all.”

Sanji looked relieved, stepping inside, grabbing your arm gently and turning it every which way, as if studying Chopper’s work. Luckily, the little reindeer didn’t look offended by the excess studying. Luffy still stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, just watching you and Sanji. Chopper was scurrying around, tidying up the mess he’d created.

“I should kick Usopp into next week, no, next year for hurting you.”

Rolling your eyes, you pried your arm from his grip gently, patting your palm against his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat under your hand, “You will not be kicking him into next week or next year, it was an accident.”

“Still, he—”

“Still nothing,” You cut him off, sliding your hand up to cup his cheek for a moment, your heart twinging as he leaned further into your hand, “He didn’t mean to, I’m okay, it’s all good. You all are just so used to roughhousing with each other, you forget what it’s like to have someone delicate like me on board.”

Your tone was teasing, patting his cheek for good measure before removing your hand, moving to offer your help to Chopper. As you shifted, moving around the sick bay with direction from the little doctor you were unaware of the brief, stormy look that crossed Sanji’s face.

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[serejae]

I CARRY IT WITH ME EVERYDAY | BND

pairing : bnd x reader

genre : fluff

WHAT ! - bnd and the orange peel theory (warnings kissing, petnames and cursing (maybe idk) this was suppose to be short but leehan had to ruin it...(JK)

wc : 1276 | @onedoornet @miidorei

SUNGHO :

-pls are you kidding me?

-him and taesan are the kings of acts of service, but i feel like he'll have a different approach

-you guys know (or have) those dads who hear one single thing about you liking something then buy like 27 of them?

-thats sungho, any fixation you have trust, he's the backbone of it providing for it

"ugh recently the stores have such good oranges" you said as you ate the peeled orange sungho had peeled for you. the second you grabbed the orange he took it from you and started peeling it despite your whines of how you could peel it yourself. either way, you appreciated the action and thanked him. "what store did you go to?" he asked while on his phone "the one near our house" you peacefully said while munching on the orange you heard him hum. the next day you woke up the kitchen filled with bags of oranges as well as a sungho standing there peeling each one. running up to him you questioned why your guy's kitchen was radiating the color orange, he shrugged grinning a bit, and continued peeling. you grabbed one to try and help to which he grabbed it out of your hand. "i don't want your pretty hands getting orangey" he smiled kissing your forehead (have yall seen that man peel a apple…?)

RIWOO :

-it comes to him naturally

-the first time he saw you with anything you had to peel, shrimp, crab, mangoes, he swore to himself you would never have to get your hands dirty again.

-he tries to make it fun for you both, as he listens to you talk he focuses on making the peel of the orange pretty

-so then he has a gift to give to you

you held the orange in your hand as you spoke moving it around. his eyes were focused on the orange as he was listening to you, so he grabbed the orange while still listening to you talk. as you continued speaking he started peeling the orange being delicate with the skin as he slowly peeled some edges. he nodded, hummed, and let out little "yeah's" as he listened to you tell the story that he's probably heard 200 times but he doesn't care. you're telling it to HIM. suddenly he hands you the peeled orange and holds up the peel which was in one piece. now this was his favorite part of peeling any orange for you, you have to guess what the peel was. "bird?" "nope" "flower?" "i already did that" "bird?" "bird" "that's a horrible bird riwoo" "HUH?"

JAEHYUN :

-ugh sighed just thinking about it (nicely)

-he's 163 steps ahead of you

-dont even bother asking for him to peel a orange cause this loser is peeling everything for you the second you ask for a orange

-he comes back with a peeled, diced, cut fruit platter, where'd he get the fruits from in such a short time? idk..

"you know what ive been craving recently baby?" you spoke up as he lay on ur shoulder scrolling on his phone. humming in response he looked up at you "some oranges for the hot summers seem so refreshing don't you-" he cut you off by leaving the room leaving you there '??? rude?'. he comes back in 7 minutes and 29 seconds with a colorful plate. full of red, orange, yellow, green, blue(?), pink, and purple fruits. he smiled as he showed you like a kid showing their parent their artwork, he noticed your silent shock and went "ta-da!" you tried to remember where you guys had this fruit lying around to realize you didn't..." thank you so much jae, where'd you get this fruit from? so quickly too?" he just smiled cheekily "i have my ways" he sat by you and fed you the fruits piece by piece with no complaints.

TAESAN :

-act of service man p2

-if he even heard a LICK of you craving, liking, or wanting something trust, you will have it 12 hours later on the clock.

-it doesn't matter how he heard it, he just did now he needs to deliver for the love of his life

-this man would fight SEAS OF PEOPLE just to get you what you want and act like it wasn't that big of a deal

as taesan made his way to your shared room to ask you a question he heard your conversation with your friend. he didn't mean to eavesdrop but he heard you say "you know what I've been craving recently?" and he had to listen. he was legally obligated to. taesan heard you talk about those juicy oranges, the ehime jelly oranges, were the oranges at where he was? no. was he going to get those oranges? yeah. don't ask, but he managed to get the oranges, did it cost him an arm and a leg to get it in 12 hours? duh, but it was worth it. he was sitting on the couch on his phone waiting for you to wake up to see the oranges sitting on the dining table, when you did you walked out to see a box on the table. "whose this for min?" you asked opening the box realizing its oranges. "you" he said smiling at your reaction when you realize. "are these...?" he nods and gets off the couch to cut the oranges and scoop the inside out to feed to you (i don't think you can peel these kinds of oranges sorry!!)

LEEHAN :

-mister listener overhere...

-once he realizes youve been craving oranges he tries to ask you questions but not too many to get you the perfect orange

-he doesnt wanna ruin the surprise but he has to make sure it fits your standard

-once he got all the information he needs, he's on a mission and will. he will be nonchalant about it when he picks the perfect orange.

"why have you been watching videos of oranges on repeat..." leehan asked behind you as you rested your head on his chest "they just look...so good." you sighed feeling your mouth water at the video of the perfect orange. "its so perfect, the color to the size, i mean can anything be more perfect?" you asked sitting up turning over to leehan, he nodded "I'm looking at something more perfect than a stupid orange right now" he smiled. you laughed at his line "thank you but these oranges aren't stupid" he nodded "how do you pick a perfect one?" he put his phone down and listened intensively. the next day he was the first one at the grocery store just in case some sucker had the same plan as him, to get the perfect orange for their perfect lover. well too bad for them because leehan was there first. anyways, leehan stood there for a while keeping your advice in his head, 'it must be soft, but not too soft that makes it bad. it has to be firm, but not too firm or else the flavor is gone. it has to be big, for the value but cant be too big because that takes all the flavor. it has to be small, but not too small that's too sweet.' your voice kept repeating in this head until- ah ha! the perfect one. now he needs to find 6 more. as he got home with his 7 (hopefully) perfect oranges he starts peeling. you woke up to see leehan walk into your room with a plate of peeled oranges. "woah.." you muttered, they were so vibrant. you tried one and hummed in satisfaction. "howd you pick one so perfect?" you asked him, and he grinned "idunno"

[writtenbyan-aries]

CAN YOU PLEASEEEEE DO A SMUT FOR COLBY?/!?2&:& like make it a drunk filthy smut. please and thank you i love your writing sm!!

༝༚ This is like the only request I had that would fit my idea and goddammit I need to get this idea out - enjoy!

༝༚ Summary: Colby accidently walks in on something that was meant for readers boyfriend and things are weird until they finally talk about it

༝༚ Warnings: smut 18+, CHEATING (don’t do it, it’s just for the fanfic), swearing, drinking, kissing, unprotected drunken sex, spicy filth

༝༚ Word Count: 4.8k | unedited

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Valentine’s Day.

The most romantic day of the year for some.

You, included.

You were feeling a little extra spicy this year, so what did you do? You stopped at a special little store on your way home from work the one day, and picked up a spicy little number just for your boyfriend.

You were anxious, mainly because you never really wear these kind of outfits, but you decided that you needed to step out of your comfort zone every once in a while, and just go for it.

You stood in front of the mirror, eyes scanning down over your half naked body. There was nothing left to the imagination with this little outfit.

It was lacy. Cut out. Your nipples and crotch were pretty much only being covered by three little hearts.

The thong part was uncomfortable, but as soon as your boyfriend seen you, you knew you wouldn’t be in it for much longer.

You walked over to check the time, taking a deep breath as you seen the number switch. Anytime now, Grey would be home, and you were slowly growing more exited.

You made your way out to the counter, leaning up against it so you were the first thing he’d see when he walked through the door of your apartment.

You moved around, trying to figured out a sexy, yet comfortable pose to stand in. You heard the keys in the lock and your heart thumped harder and harder in your chest.

As soon as the door opened, you raised your arms, “Happy Valentines Da-“ your words turned into a scream as you seen Colby, Sasha’s boyfriend standing there.

“What are you doing here!?”

“Oh my god!” He yells, brows raised in surprise.

You continue scrambling to cover yourself with your arms the best you can, immediately backing up towards your room, “I told Sash to keep you away!”

His eyes stay on you before snapping out of it, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t- fuck! She didn’t tell me anything!” Colby yells, “I’m-uh, I’m sorry, I’ll just-“ he turns around, pointing to the door, “I’m gonna go.”

“Probably a good idea!” You yell as you reach your bedroom door, “Jesus fuck.” He runs into the door, fighting back laughter, “Shit, sorry, I’m sorry.”

You slam your bedroom door the same time he slams the front door and you stand there in silence.

You were freaking out.

That wasn’t meant for him.

Shit, shit, shit, you take a deep breath, resting your head against the wall as you take in what just happened.

You were already embarrassed, and if Colby tells Sasha, you’ll be even more embarrassed because everyone and their mother will know.

“Fuck, okay.” You shake your head, quickly working to take off the red colored fabric. You switch into a dress, trying to keep what just happened from your mind, but no matter what you did, Colby’s reaction is stuck in your head.

He didn’t turn away.

He didn’t freak out until you mentioned Sasha.

You would think, walking in on something like that, calls for freaking out, right?

“Babe?” Grey calls out and you gasp, “Fuck, um.” You walk over to the door, “I’ll be right out!”

“Okay.” He calls back, and you close the bedroom door, taking a few breathes to calm yourself down. You had to act like nothing just happened.

You weren’t going to say anything, but then you got to thinking, or more or less panicking.

What if Colby already told Sasha and she calls you, or comes back home and announces it while Grey is there. He’ll find out something big from someone else when it should have came from you right away.

The only thing you really knew, was that Colby walking in on you, was kind of exciting, and you felt bad for liking that it happened.

You shook away your thoughts, smoothing out your dress before walking out to meet Grey.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He smiles as he opens his arms, “You look pretty.”

You walk over to him, accepting a kiss, “Thank you. I had another outfit on, but I didn’t like it, so I settled for this.” You smile, “Are those for me?” You point to the roses sitting on the counter and he nods, “Yes.” He grabs them, sliding them over, “Yes they are.”

“I love them.” You lean in, breathing in their scent, “Thank you.” You reach forward, “Here.” You bite your lip as you hand him a card, “I know it’s not much, but.”

“Thank you.” He smiles, “I love it already.” He tears open the pink envelope and his jaw drops when he opens the card, “Now.. wait a minute.”

Your eyes flick down to the Polaroids sitting on the card, this was your plan B in case you originally chickened out of wearing that outfit.

“These..” he blows out air, “Holy shit, look at you.” He holds up a Polaroid, and your heart skips a beat at knowing he wasn’t the only one to see you wearing that outfit.

You shrug, playing off your anxiety, “Thought I’d spice things up this Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m glad you did.” He smirks, leaning in to press a kiss to your head, “Go get your shoes, we have reservations in a little bit.”

You nod, walking away to go pick out a pair of heels to go with your dress.

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You were nervous all throughout dinner, waiting for that text or phone call that ruined dinner.

But it never came.

The only thing that really ruined dinner, was the fact that you kept thinking about Colby. Seeing how his face lit up when he saw you. The way his eyes stayed on you, almost like he was telepathically trying to rip that outfit off of you.

The way he didn’t turn around like you would expect someone to.

Maybe you were overthinking it.

Maybe you were looking at it from the wrong angle, who knows.

You just needed to put it behind you, get over it so it doesn’t affect your relationship with who you’re sitting at a Valentine’s dinner with.

“So how was your day?” Grey asks, and you shrug, “it was good. Kind of boring since you all had to work. I don’t know how I managed to get off.”

“Yeah, I wish I had off. We could have just spent the day together. When is the double date, again? That’s what it’s for right?”

You nod, “Yeah, it’s Sunday. That’s the only time Colby and Sasha have the same days off as us.” You reach forward, taking a sip of your wine, followed by another sip, “You’re still good for that, right?”

He nods, “Yeah, I just wanted to make sure I had the right date in my head.” He smiles, “That gift you gave me before we left has my mind in all kinds of shambles.” He chuckles and you smirk, taking a breath as you silently agree.

“I figured it would.” You laugh, “I’m glad you like them.”

“I love them, uh..” Grey leans in, “Do you still have it?”

You make a split second decision, “Sadly, no. One of the uh, straps broke when I was taking it off. I tried sewing it, but it was such a stretchy material, I oversewed and it was all bunched up and when I tried fixing that I ended up cutting the band and it was all kinds of jacked so I just tossed it.”

“What a shame.” He sighs, “Maybe we can swing by that one store on the way home and get you another one.” He raises his brows and you tilt your head, “Maybe we can.”

“Your check, sir.” The waiter hands Grey the bill and he smiles, “Thank you.” He places his card on top of it and the waiter walks away, “So, red, pink.. what are we feeling?”

“Maybe pink? If we go to the same place, I seen a pink one that I was eyeing before I decided on the red one.”

“We’ll go with pink, then.”

You thought that maybe getting a whole other outfit would work, but later that night, you were found to be wrong.

As you were fooling around with Grey, his lips on your neck as his fingers traces over the straps of your new pink outfit, you found yourself still thinking about Colby.

Actually, it was more like imagining him doing the things Grey was already doing.

You knew it was wrong, you felt so dirty thinking of another man while having sex with someone you had claimed to love.

But it lit a fire inside of you, causing your moans to be louder, your orgasms to feel better.

Afterwards, you just chalked it up having wine in your system when Grey asked what was going on. He didn’t mind it, it just caught him off guard a little because usually you’re more on the quiet side of things.

He presses a kiss to your head and tightens his arm around you, “I love you.”

You stare at the wall, letting out a small sigh as you settle in next to him, “I love you.”

You closed your eyes, hoping you’d just sleep whatever is happening off, but you couldn’t. You laid there for an hour, listening to a Grey snore softly, before you sat up.

You threw on your robe and walked out to the kitchen.

You turned around from the fridge, jumping slightly when you seen Colby walk down the hall.

“Oh, um. Hey.” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes moving up your body to your face, “Have a good night?”

You shrug, “Yeah, it was good. You?”

He nods, “Yeah, I guess.”

You look down, “I’m uh.. gonna go back to bed..” you walk past Colby and he grabs your arm gently, “Do you think we should talk about what happened?”

“What is there to talk about?” You look up at him, “It was a silly mistake, could have happened to anyone, right?”

He takes a deep breath, dropping his hand from your arm, “Right, yeah. A silly mistake.” He chuckles, “I was not the right valentine, I guess.”

“Right.” You laugh slightly, “Um, goodnight.”

“Night.”

You felt Colby’s eyes on you as you walked back the hall, his burning gaze stopping when you walked into your room.

It felt like there was more, why would he want to talk, alone, if there wasn’t?

You got back into bed, accepting that it was going to be a rough night. Maybe you should have spoke to him, maybe it would have helped you gain closure about these weird feelings that bubbled up out of no where.

You pushed them away, forcing yourself to think about something else for the time being. After a little while, you did end up falling asleep.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to me.” Colby smirks, “God, you look so hot in this.” He bites his lip as his eyes scan over your body, “Did you pick this just for me?”

You nod, “I did, I knew you’d like it.” You pull him back in, lips smashing to his, “Now rip it off of me.”

He complies, gripping each band and fabric and snapping it away from one another, repeating his actions until he pulls the useless fabric from your body, and drops the fabric to the floor.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

You sat up with a gasp, immediately looking over at Grey who is sound asleep. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you lay your hand on your chest.

You lean over, checking the time on your phone.

06:37 a.m

You let out a sigh as you reach over to wake Grey, “Hey. It’s almost seven.”

He groans, “fuck, okay.” He rolls over, pulling you down to lay with him, “I shouldn’t be long today. I have maybe three jobs to do.“

“Okay.” You nod against his chest, “I’ll probably go shopping with Sasha today, pick up a few last minute things.”

“Sounds good.” He sighs, “I better go for a shower, if I don’t get up now, I’ll be late.”

“Yeah, probably.” You laugh, sitting up, “I’m probably going to stay up. I can make coffee.” He nods, “Sounds good.”

You make your way out to the kitchen and start the coffee. You hear footsteps coming towards you, “So we’re all up at seven huh?” Sasha yawns, “what’s the deal with that?”

“I have no idea. I’m up because Grey needs to go to work.” You pour some coffee into three mugs, “Is Colby up?”

She shakes her head, “Not yet.”

You nod, “Okay.” You slide a mug over to her, “I want to make a list of what we need. Everything else is pretty much done, right?”

She nods, “Um, yeah. I think. I know I want to get some heart lollipops. Those things are good.”

You write it down, “Got it. Anything else?”

“Good morning.” Colby interrupts, “I gotta go meet Sam.” He presses a kiss to Sasha’s head, “I’ll come back later to help decorate for tomorrow.” He glance at you, “Call if you need anything.”

“I will.” Sasha smiles, watching as he leaves, “Okay. I gotta tell you something.”

“What’s up?” You lean against the counter and she sighs, “Colby… is acting.. weird. Like- I don’t even know how to explain it. We didn’t even have sex last night, on Valentine’s Day.” She scoffs, “Like, isn’t that the holiday for that specifically?”

You raise your brows, “Whoa. I mean, yeah that’s kind of weird. Last Valentine’s Day I had to leave the apartment because you guys were so loud.”

She smirks, “Exactly. Like we went out to eat after I got off work, and dinner was quiet.”

“That’s so weird.” You look up as Grey walks out, “I’m headin’ out. I’ll see you later.” He presses a kiss to your head and you smile, “See you. Have a good day.”

He leaves and Sasha sighs, “do you think he’ll tell Colby if he heard me say anything?”

You shake your head, “I don’t think he’ll say anything, I don’t even think he heard anything.”

“Good, I want to say something but I don’t know what to say or how to say it.” Sasha sighs, “Oh I have to stop at the office later. I have to sign off on things for my department.”

“That’s fine.” You nod, “Come on, maybe a little retail therapy can take your mind off things.” You laugh walking away to get dressed.

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Back home, you were standing on the step ladder, attempting to hang up a tinsel curtain, when the door opens, “Oh good, you’re back can you help me?”

“Yeah.” Colby answers, causing you to snap your head towards him, “I can help.” He walks over, ignoring your confused look, “Where’s Grey?”

��He got called to another job.” You clear your throat, “Can you- yeah, just a little lower. Thanks.” You tap the corner and rip off a piece for him.

As you go to get down, your shoe gets caught on the space between the bar and the step and you fall forward.

Colby catches you, “That could have been bad.”

“Yeah.” You pull your foot from your shoe and stand up, “Thanks.”

“So.”

“Look, Colby. I don’t think we should keep coming back to this, we should just push our feelings down and forget about them.” You look at him and he nods, “So you have feelings, too?”

“Too? What do you mean, too?”

He goes to speak by the door opens and you quickly turn to grab the box of heart garland, “Hey. Did you get everything signed?”

“Fourteen lines later and a bunch of useless reading.” Sasha sighs, “Yes, yes I did.” She points, “That looks cute over that window, oh!” She gasps, “We can take cute pictures sitting on it and peaking through the tassels!”

“My thoughts exactly!” You laugh, “You wanna help me hang this up?”

She nods, “Yeah. Where do you- hi.” She kisses Colby, “Where do you want me?”

You hand her the one side, “You go to that wall, and I’ll go here.” You point, “We can kinda have it over the corner of the wall, if that makes sense.”

She nods, “That’ll be cute! You should be a party decorator!”

You laugh, “This is just simple decor, Sash.”

After an hour of decorating, Grey finally gets there and him and Colby are out talking on the deck, having a beer.

“How are you feeling?” You whisper to Sasha, “Have you talked to him?”

She glances over at him, shaking her head, “No, I think I just worked myself up with the whole, not having sex on Valentine’s Day shit. It doesn’t always have to end with that.” She laughs, “Maybe I’m just a sex addict.”

“Maybe.” You laugh, glancing back at Grey. Your eyes move to Colby and you remember what he said before Sasha got home.

“You have feelings, too?”

So, from your understanding, Colby has the same, weird feelings poking their way through the surface just like you do.

In a way, it made you feel better, but at the same time, it made things worse.

If he feels like you do, what was the outcome going to be?

The next morning, after a night of tossing and turning into, you woke up to the smell of breakfast being made.

You got up, walked out, and seen Colby, standing shirtless at the stove. Your eyes trailed up his back, watching each of his muscles flex with his movements.

He turns around, catching you staring, “Morning.” He smirks, “I hope I didn’t wake you with all the clinking and clanging.”

“No, the smell of whatever you’re making woke me up. It smells good.” You sit down on the stool and Sasha walks out, “Ooooh, my man is making breakfast.” She walks up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and you feel this sense of jealousy wash over you.

“Heart shaped pancakes for your valentine I hope.” She jokes and he laughs, “Heart shaped pancakes for everyone.”

She turns around, taking a sip of his coffee, “Your guy isn’t up yet?”

You look back, “He was exhausted when he came over, I figured I’d let him sleep in.”

“Here you guys go.” Colby places two plates down, each holding a pancake, “There’s more where that came from.” He gives you a wink and you straighten up, reaching for the fork and sliding the plate over.

As you’re pouring your syrup, Grey walks out, “Heart shaped pancakes? For me?”

Colby smirks, “You know it, buddy.”

Grey kisses your head and sits next to you, “So. When do these valentine festivities start, ladies?”

“As soon as breakfast is over.” Sasha informs and you were not looking forward to spending a day with a fake facade.

You’d rather be in bed, swimming in a pool of worry.

But, like Sasha said, the festivities started after breakfast with a few valentine theme games. You were actually having a good time, and didn’t really focus on much of anything other than what was happening right now.

Then lunch rolled around, and so did the drinking.

That’s when things started to get a little.. spicier, per se. Sasha was hell bent on playing Let’s Get Deep - After Dark.

It was simple questions at first, biggest turn offs, turn ons. The usual, but then, somehow things seemed to like universe was targeting you.

“Colbs.” Sasha giggles, “Have you thought about anyone other than your partner while doing the deed?”

Colby laughs, “No. Why would I need to?”

“Good answer.” Sasha smirks and looks at you, “Have either of you?” She looks at Grey, and he shakes his head, “With my ex, yeah, but it was more towards the end of our relationship.”

You motion to Grey, “I have this, why would I need to think of anyone else?”

Grey smirks, “Mhm. That’s right.”

Colby didn’t like your answer all that much, he just looked down at the cards as you reached for one.

As the afternoon went on, creeping into the early evening, you could feel yourself growing more and more tipsy, spilling over into the drunk side as you finish your last mixed drink.

Valentine theme music was playing in the background, you and Sasha were dancing together in the livingroom, laughing and drunkenly singing along.

“It’s only six pm and I could go to bed. That’s crazy.” She laughs, “Ohhhh happy Valentine’s Day to my friends!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” You laugh, “you’re so drunk.”

“You’re not drunk enough.” She pulls you into the kitchen, “Shots. Everybody. Shots.” She slams down four shot glasses and Grey and Colby file in.

“Hell yeah.” Grey taps the counter, “Let’s go!”

You take a shot.

Then another.

Then one more, and your cup is filled with another mixed drink.

“Oh! Lollipops!” You lean over the counter, grabbing a hunch of heart shaped candy on sticks, “One for you.” You hand one to Grey, “One for you.” You hand one to Sasha, and you turn, looking up at Colby as you hand him on, “One for you.”

He takes his, flipping it around and he smirks slightly at the writing on the pop, KISS ME.

You didn’t realize that, but you were too drunk to care.

They all said the same thing anyway, so.

Two hours goes by, and it’s just you sitting on the couch. The valentine playlist playing softly in the background.

Sasha went to lay down, she drank too much. Grey ended up passing out, he was a major lightweight.

“So.” Colby sighs as he sits down on the couch, “Did your double Valentine’s Day date work out like you had planned?”

You giggle, “You saw me-“ you lower your voice, “naked.”

“Not.. really.. I mean.. you weren’t fully covered but..” he chuckles, letting out a sigh as his eyes scan over your face, “I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, or you reminding me, but I really want to kiss you.”

“I lied.”

His brows furrow and he turns towards you, “About?”

“I do think about someone else while having sex with Grey.” You lean forward, “I’ll tell you who, but you can’t tell him.” You bite your lip and he nods, “I promise.”

“Valentine’s Day. That night, I thought about you.. and me.. I liked you walking in on me. It was..” you sigh, resting your head back against the couch, “Exhilarating, in a way.”

Colby moves closer, “I think about you, a lot.”

“A lot?” You question, “What’s that mean?”

“Even before I walked in on you.” He reaches up, fingers lightly trailing down your arm, “Seeing you like that, just made it so much more harder for me to accept the fact that I’m not the right valentine for you.”

“What..” you pause, “What if you are, though?”

“Am I?” He tilts his head and you shake your head, “I don’t know.” You lean in without thinking, pressing your lips to his. You lean back slightly and with zero hesitation, Colby pulls you onto his lap, reconnecting his lips with yours.

Your eyes move to the hall as his lips move down your neck, any second now, one of your significant others can walk out and catch you, and that made everything more exciting.

“I need you.” You whimper, reaching down to pull your sweatshirt up over your body. Colby gasps slightly, “Fuck, look at you.” His hands slide up your sides, fingers dragging down over the straps, “Did you wear this for him after I left?”

You shake your head, “It felt wrong to, so I took it off.”

“Atta girl.” He slides his hand up your back, tangling his fingers into your hair as he plants his lips on yours, “You look so fucking hot. Fuck.”

You grind down onto him, pressing your lips harder to his, muffling your moans.

His hands grip your hips, tilting his head back as you kiss down his neck. Your hands slide to undo his jeans, freeing his cock from its hold.

You stand up, slipping your pants down your legs and stepping out of them. You drop to your knees, lips instantly wrapping around the head.

Colby gasps, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as his hips buck upward, “Mm.” He groans lowly, “Fuck.”

You look up at him, your eyes on his as your tongue flicks back and forth against the underside of the tip.

His eyes never leave you, watching as you bob your head in a slow rhythm, taking more and more of him into your mouth.

His hand lays on the back of your head, low grunts are muffled by his lips pressing together. His fingers slowly gather your hair, forming a firm grip and he uses that to his advantage.

He guides you up and down, jaw falling slack as you allow him to push your head down onto him fully.

A few seconds of him sitting in your throat, and he pulls your head up, gripping your wrists to move you up into his lap again.

His fingers drag down over your pelvis, slipping between your thighs to pull the red fabric to the side.

Your hands grip his shoulders, gasping out quietly as he drags his cock across your needy cunt. You roll your hips, sinking down into him and he gasps, pulling you in closer, “Oh my god.”

Your hands slide to the sides of his neck, your breathing ragged as you feel him stretching you around him, “O-oh, fuck.”

You crash your lips onto his as you slowly rise up and fall back down, trying hard to keep your moans as quiet as you possibly can.

Colby’s hands guide you with a tighter grip, “That’s it.” He breathes out, “That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good.” He rests his head back and you slide a hand up, running it through his hair as you stare down at him.

A small whine escapes your lips, and that causes him to smirk before pulling you down for a heated kiss. Your lips move with his, swallowing each other’s moans and groans as you continue to bounce.

You tilt your head back, lips parting as your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of yourself already start to grow closer to that point of coming undone.

Your walls squeeze around him, “I-I-“

Colby cuts you off with a kiss, “Just let it happen, baby.”

You nod, brows furrowing with pleasure as you grind down onto him, gasping quietly as you feel yourself come undone.

Colby groans, “That’s it, baby. Good girl.”

You whimper at his words, using him to guide you through your high, “Feels so good. Feels so fucking good.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his and he leans over, laying you down on the couch.

“Roll over.”

You comply instantly, rolling over and leaning against the arm rest. Colby slides his hand up your back, tangling your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand as he slides back into you.

You gasp out, pushing your hips back to meet his, “Fuck.”

His thrusts pick up, his other hand pressing to the center of your lower back as he pulls your hair tighter, “Fuck.” He breathes out, leaning down to slide his hand from your hair to your throat, “You feel so much better than anyone I’ve ever had before.”

Your heart skips a beat as you nod, “It’s always been you.”

He turns your head, crashing his lips into yours.

“Where do you want me?” He mumbles against your lips, “you have me so close, baby.” He kisses back your neck, slowing his thrusts down, “So fucking close, I want to fill this pussy.”

Your jaw drops, the thought taking over fully. You reach back, sliding your hand into his hair and pulling, “Yes, don’t stop. Need you.”

He groans, “that’s what I like to hear.”

His thrusts pick up, quickly growing sloppy and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. He buries his face into your neck, groaning lowly as he pumps his cum into you.

He lets out a sigh, pressing a kiss to your head before sitting up. As soon as he pulls out, he moves the crotch of your outfit to keep any from spilling out.

You stand up, bending down to grab your pants and put them on. As you reach for your sweatshirt, Colby reaches out, gripping your chin with his fingers, “Happy late Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

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I’m so sorry for the late post. I think I got hit with the stomach bug, so I’ve been down and out today. What a way to celebrate Valentine’s Day, huh. But thank you for reading! I love you so much. Catch you on the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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I've got this image in my head of very pregnant!AYW reader sitting outside with her feet in a kiddie pool, letting the older boys splash around and keep her cool on a hot day. Maybe a cooler full of frozen treats at her side.

I have had this one in my ask box forever because I wanted to write something I’d be happy with and I think I’m there lol. I hope it makes you happy as well 😘

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[As You Wish masterlist]

Of course. The August that you’re seven months pregnant is the hottest summer Hawkins has had in over fifty years. Of course.

Eddie could see how the heat was getting to you. Sweat would dot your forehead just moments after you’d step outside. Your ankles had swollen to almost double the size. It hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice that you were a little more irritable than usual as well. But your husband wasn’t sure what he could do to comfort you. Usually, his way of comforting you included wrapping you up in his arms but the one time he’d attempted to do that you’d given him a death glare that blazed hotter than the weather. He’d learned his lesson after that: no touching when the temperature is above a hundred degrees. 

One early Saturday afternoon, you and Luke are eating lunch while Eddie and Ryan run a few errands. Luke had wanted to go too, but ever since you started your third trimester, Eddie didn’t like the idea of leaving you by yourself. 

It’s quiet between you and your ten-year-old son when the back door bangs open, making you jump and swivel around in your seat–which was no easy task. Perspiration runs down Eddie’s forehead, Ryan’s own golden brown hair plastered to his forehead from the moisture. Patches of Ryan’s gray shirt are black and clinging to his skin from the sweat. If Eddie’s black Iron Maiden shirt weren’t so dark, you know you’d see the same thing on him. Despite how hot and sweaty they both look, they both have smiles on their faces and Eddie looks quite proud of himself.

“I f’ought oo were goin’ to da store,” you say around a mouth full of pasta salad.

“We did,” Eddie said, breaths labored.

“And we set up a surprise for you!” Ryan adds, his beaming grin stretching from ear to ear. 

“And me?” Luke asks optimistically, craning his neck to look over at his father and brother.

“Actually, kind of,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Come on.” Your husband waves the both of you over towards the back door before remembering he should help you up out of the chair–even though you’re capable of doing it yourself. 

The boys both run ahead of you as Eddie stays back with your waddling pace. It feels like no sooner than your bare foot hits the grass of the yard than sweat begins to break out along your hairline. You swear you’ll never complain about the winter being too cold again. 

“It’s small,” you hear Luke say. 

Your eyes catch on the short inflatable kiddie pool set up in the middle of the backyard, two white and blue striped lawn chairs set up beside it, and a large red cooler between them. The garden hose is hanging inside the pool, the green tube writhing like a snake as the water whooshes in to fill the empty space. 

“Cause it’s a kiddie pool, duh,” Ryan replies to his brother. 

“I thought,” Eddie starts, reaching up to rub your shoulders before catching himself, not wanting to make your discomfort worse, “you could sit out here with your feet in the nice cold water. Might help your ankles, too. And you know these two monkeys are always splashing so you’re bound to get caught in the crossfire.”

“Hey,” Luke protests, but Ryan nudges him with his elbow because they both know that their father is right. 

“And…” Eddie takes your hand and gently leads you closer to the chairs, where he opens the cooler that’s nestled between them. Inside there are different flavors of ice pops, ice cream bars, and cold drinks, all enveloped in gallons of ice that have a pleasant chill wafting off them. 

Words become trapped in your throat. Your wonderful husband did all of this for you just because he knows how the heat has been making you feel lately. And after you’ve been a pain in the ass. This would’ve made you emotional even if the hormones didn’t beat you to the punch. 

“Eddie,” you say, all other speech cut off as your bottom lip begins to wobble.

“Uh oh,” Luke whispers.

“No, could be a good thing,” Ryan mumbles back quietly. He was slightly better at understanding the emotional aspect of hormones than his little brother. 

“This is so sweet,” you say, turning to cup your husband’s face in your hands. 

“You’ve been hard at work cooking that bun in the oven,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Oven needs some cooling down though, she’s getting overheated.”

“Ahem,” you hear from behind you. Ryan moves into your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to look at him, sliding your hands down to Eddie’s shoulders as you do. The eldest brother is clearly holding something behind his back, and you scrunch up your brow as you look at him.

“Whatcha got?” you ask.

Eddie huffs out a small chuckle and presses a kiss to your temple before saying, “Ryan found something at the store he says is on every ad for the beach.”

“You bought me sand? The ocean?” you tease the boy.

Ryan rolls his eyes, another reminder that he’s a preteen now. 

“No,” he says. From behind him, Ryan brandishes a floppy hat, and he is certainly right—a woman is wearing one of those in every ad for the beach.

“Ryan, I love it!” you exclaim with a giggle. The grass crunches beneath your feet as you waddle over the few steps to the boy. He holds the straw hat out to you, a bright grin on his face at your happiness. 

“You know,” you say as you accept the hat from him, “I’d bend down so you could put it on my head but then I wouldn’t be able to stand back up.”

“Like crowning a princess!” Luke adds as Ryan laughs.

“Well,” your husband says, coming up behind you, “it’s a good thing I’m taller than Ryan then, huh? Or we could’ve just made Luke help you back up.”

Eddie plucks the hat from your grasp, the straw scratching lightly against your fingertips as he pulls it away. He steps in front of you, and you keep your head level, only raising your eyes to watch Eddie’s pale, toned arms lift to place the floppy hat on top of your head gently. 

“Your Highness,” Eddie says, bowing his head. Your giggle makes Eddie grin as he gestures towards the lawn chairs. “Your throne awaits.”

Twenty minutes later it’s as if the summer heat were merely an annoying insect that you’re only somewhat aware of. Even though the chill water of the miniature pool only goes up to midcalf, sloshes of water have hit you all the way up to your neck. The cool beads of moisture feel like heaven as they meander down your red tank top, though. The denim shorts you’re wearing will weigh a ton later since the boys’ splashing has gotten them so wet, but Eddie’s such a pro at taking your clothes off that he could use a little challenge this time. 

Luke and Ryan manage to find games to play in the small pool—after Luke’s failed attempt at Marco Polo, anyway. Toy boats glide through the water, a few of them on the grass from flying overboard. The two boys shout but they’re outside and having fun, and it’s nice to hear. 

The sound of the back door slamming shut reaches you as you tilt your head back, protected from the sun by Ryan’s thoughtful gift and the sunglasses you grabbed when you got changed. Eyes closed, you listen to footsteps in the grass as Eddie walks your way from the house. They come to a stop and you sense as he crouches down next to you. Lazily, you loll your head to the side and crack your eyes open. 

“How’re my girls?” Eddie asks, placing his right hand over the soaked red shirt covering your baby bump.

“Mmm, good,” you hum. “She’s very happy you bought strawberry shortcake bars.”

“I’m glad she liked them,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “What about you, princess? How do you feel?”

You pretend to consider his question for a moment before speaking.

“Kiss me?” 

You pucker your lips and there’s no hesitation as your husband leans in and gently presses his own against yours.

“Perfect. Now I’m perfect.”

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A fic where Logan wakes up with a morning wood and wakes the reader up because of it would be cool, fr

Hey sorry I’d have responded directly but I was asleep…. Ok alright that sounds AMAZING! I’m gonna do one with worst(my best)!logan and you’re basically his girlfriend in this, I imagine you being curvy in this, ps not skinny…

Note: This is my take on what happened after the entire multiverse saving, Logan found a girl at the ice cream store while deadpool was with him and now here you are sleeping besides him after a long night of dancing

KINKTOBER DAY 2: MORNIN WOOD with d&w Logan

It was a sunny afternoon and deadpool was tired and hot af, so he dragged along wolverine to the ice cream parlor nearby. "Do I really have to go with you?" Logan said in unreaping defiance. "Yes how else are we going to get you to socialize, you raccoon" deadpool said. Wolvie grunted in annoyance and eventually gave in.

At the parlor, deadpool went on a frenzy, he tried almost every flavor twice and ended up buying the confetti cake icecream on a cone. Logan didn't try any flavor he ended up directly purchasing the rum and raisin. "Is this your first time at this orgy?" deadpool questioned, "Actually yes" logan answered. Just as Wade licked away the icecream and Logan bit his, he was encapsulated by this beautiful goddess, i.e. you.

"Oh MY GAWD, you panda, you want to ask her out don't you?" Wade began his sugar crash. "I'll be back" Logan said. He approached you but wade suddenly interrupted and placed himself right between the two of you. "Ma'am this is Logan he's a sex slash love depraved baby boy who's just gone through a bit of a mass divorce, would you by any chance be interested in a bit of dancing tonight, and i mean seriously-" Logan enveloped Wade's mouth with his hand "Hey, i'm logan would you-" you enveloped his mouth likewise and said "yes baby boy" with a flirtatious giggle.

That brings you to this morning. Logan woke up with an intense musky pain in his groin, he angled on his shoulder to see what was wrong, His cock was rock-fucking-hard. He tried to sleep ignoring it but he just couldn't with you sleeping right in front of him in those grey sleep-leggings and the compression tank top. You breasts cascaded by the orange morning glow. Logan gently ran his finger across your cheeks down to your breasts and kissed you lips, in fact i would've said he drank those luscious lips of yours that talk to him about everything.

"Babe are you up? I need you so bad right now" he helplessly groans in a whisper. You wake up and flutter your naughty eyes at him, aww is my sweetheart a bit turned on, you went down to the boxers he was wearing and WHOAA HELL-OO. That THAT was not a 'little' turned on. He moaned as you cupped the bulge, begging to be let out of his tight boxers. "Yea baby i want you to relax because now i'm going to take care of it." you began taking off your leggings and he pulled down your top to reveal your breasts as you took off his boxers and positioned on top of his muscular thighs. the curtain was slightly open and so your entire figure bathed in the orange morning sunshine, this just turned him so. fucking. on. You began licking his tip and he groaned "Sweetheart please don't be a tease... are you not turned on? Need me to fix that?" jhe questioned and just reached down to run his pointer through your folds, discovering you were wetter than (I want to say mary puppins' tongue but) the Niagara falls. "Seems to me that that's not the problem bub" he said proudly.

As soon as you positioned his tip at your folds he couldn't control. He got on top of you making sure he doesnt crush you and relentlessly began to thrust "AAUEUHHH BABY! FUCK FUCK THAT THAT's Amazingg MMMHH" Logan screams as you moan in pleasure kissing him "Your doing so good for me hon" you let him know with great difficulty because this was the most enjoyable sex you had ever had.

After just a few minutes none of you can handle it anymore "YeA cum for me, Darlin' " Logan grunts.

You both cum together and he rests his head in the nook of your neck, heavily breathing, you stroke his cowlicks and wrap your legs around him, he kisses you and moves away "No, Lo stay were are you going" You beg, "Wait and watch babe" Logan gets lower, kisses your inner thigh making you shiver and he begans licking your clit already overstimulated by his balls banging on it. He inserts his tongue into you, making you cum on his face. "FUCK LO, aaaueghhh i'm- I'm_ mmmhmmhm " you couldn't help but let out the tears, It was so fucking good. "BABY BABE LO LO LO, I have to- I have to squirt" You pleaded "Go on honey give daddy all that deliciousness, i'm so thirsty" Logan said. You let it all out and he couldn't help but groan as you came and squirted at the same time, his grunts resonated through you making you ecstatic. He licked you clean, got a washcloth and cleaned you right after which he took you into the shower, you lay on his chest as he turned on the hot water, kissing your forehead and stroking your wet locks, "I love you, you know that?" Logan said. "I love you more than anything Lo"

"The sheet are a mess" you said embarrassingly "I would frame these sheets my love" logan said as though a fact. "Ummm, you want me to go?" you ask "Are you coo coo? I'm not letting my perfect little goddess go anywhere, especially not right now, you're going to spend the whole day with me, and you can wear my clothes don't worry 'bout that sweetheart" Logan said whilst spreading his arms out motioning you and hugging you

End

Authors note: SOrry girlies for the end i got a bit carried away listening to casual by chapelle roan, but Logan is a delicious baby, i personally loved this... hope you all tell me if you like it, if not what can i improve? have a good to all the goddesses out there

AGAIN BABES REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Jake Jensen

Summary: The Twins turn 4 years old!

Warnings: None. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

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The twins are four years old today and it's a bittersweet realization for you and Jake. Your babies are growing up. Soon they'll be in school. They're such good kids and you know they'll do well, but it's still sad that they'll never be so small again. They're getting more independent, able to walk up and down stairs on their own, having entire adventures without you on the playground.

One of their friends had gotten them into Bluey and their first time watching it had a tea party. Between that and your reading of Alice in Wonderland, and other books with tea, the Twins had begged for a tea party themed birthday. You read up on all of the things you would need, asked the Twins about their requirements (fancy dress? Yes. Actual tea? No.) They even asked about sending out paper invitations "because it's pwoper" and were only too happy to sign their names on each one.

In preparation, you had the twins taste test various tea and tea alternatives. Iced tea was an immediate "no" and had the twins second guessing the tea party idea. Thankfully there were some juices that looked like tea that would work. So long as it was poured from a teapot into a teacup, that's what really mattered to them.

The party was bigger than previous ones. Your little family had grown as the twins had adopted the D&D Group as honorary uncles. Thankfully everyone was more than happy to dress up for the event. Jake's sister and niece were only too happy for an excuse to wear a new dress. Your own parents made sure to run a few clothing ideas by you for approval before buying something for the occasion. Unca Gera promised to wear a suit jacket he'd made himself while Unca Gee went for his good leather jacket and Unca 'ansom said he was planning on wearing good clothes he kept from his old life.

You'd been worried about not having anything nice enough for the party. Sure, the Twins would be happy with whatever you and Jake wore, but you still worried about letting them down. Jake must have sensed something because, the weekend before the party, he asked about taking you and the Twins to the mall so they could pick out your outfits for themselves. Naturally the Twins were ecstatic about getting so much control and it really would help settle some of your fears, so you agreed.

The mall wasn't too crowded, thankfully, making it easy to keep an eye on the toddlers. They were at the age where they insisted on walking everywhere with no thought of how tired out they would be. Leia had pointedly told Jake to not bring the stroller in with them, but Jake insisted he needed to bring it "just in case".

"It's good to be prepared, Leia," you add. "What if we end up buying so many clothes we can't carry the bags? The stroller will help out."

"Twue," she nods. "Okay, you can bwing it, Dada."

"Thank you," he nods with a small bow and a smile.

"We'll start with getting something for Dada," you think out loud. "Men's departments tend to have fewer options, so it should be kinda easy for you two to decide." Luke holds your hand and nods, his face serious and focused on the mission. "Then we'll go shopping for me. Sound good?"

"Yup!" Leia agrees, bouncing as she holds Jake's hand.

Once inside the store, Jake feels Leia trying to break free of his grasp. "You doing okay there?"

"Just wanna go find da clothes," she attests. "But I can't see where dey are. Can you carry me? So I can see?"

"I don't know that I'm strong enough," he playfully protests. "You're getting so big!"

"I am a big girl, but you're a stwong Dada," she counters. "Stwongest Dada!"

"Well, okay." Jake kneels down and you stand nearby to help as he positions Leia on his shoulders. As soon as he stands up you grab the stroller. Thankfully for your back Luke seems content to stay on the ground, preferring to walk for himself.

Leia surveys the store layout. While she can't read, she does recognize the pictures. She points to a section in the far back corner. "We gots to go there for Dada's suit."

"Oh, I'm getting a suit am I?"

"Uh huh," Luke confirms. "Gotta wook nice. Is tea party!"

As you predicted, the search for a good suit for Jake is quick. The twins aren't happy with the limited options but they ultimately choose a blue "jacket" and shirt to go with a pair of his nice work slacks. You and Jake make sure to praise the toddlers so they're less upset about having to settle.

Taking them to the women's section of the store, where there are too many options, doesn't seem to help things much. Leia was off of Jake's shoulders and walking around, wide eyed, seemingly unsure. Luke held her hand and started pointing at different options while you and Jake followed. Leia would look at Luke's options and scrunch her face in concentration before shaking her head no.

"Needs to be pwetty. The pwettiest," she explains as Luke nods, understanding.

You and Jake are all smiles with how seriously the Twins are taking this. Watching them while holding hands brings with it a kind of contentment. You lean in closer to Jake, just happy to be doing this with him.

A small gasp from the Twins gets your attention. They both go running towards an off-the-shoulder dress covered in brightly colored flowers.

The first thing you check is the price tag and you do your best to school your features so as to not scare the kids. It's definitely your size, and they're excited about it, but that price tag has you nervous.

"How about you try it on?" Jake encourages. "The changing rooms are over there. I'll watch the Twins."

"Are...are you sure?"

"Yes! Wanna see how pwetty you are Mama!" Leia urges, Luke nodding along with her.

"Okay, I'll go try it on, make sure it fits," you nod, as you head to the changing area.

Once you're behind the door, your phone beeps with a text. You take a look and it's from Jake.

Don't sweat the price tag, Sunshine. We've got it covered. 😘😘😘😘😘😘

You let out a sigh of relief that's almost a sob. You're not sure you'll ever get used to being able to afford things but you're so happy Jake picked up on your distress.

Checking yourself out in the mirror, your eyes go to your stomach, as they often do. Carrying twins for nine months did a number on you. But Jake never stopped calling you beautiful. Never looked at you with anything less than love. Never hesitated to touch you when you needed him to. To him, your body would always be amazing because it's you. And he definitely loves you.

The dress fits you quite well and, you have to admit, the Twins have good taste. You'll make sure to tell Jake they got that from you.

You step out of the changing room and your smile widens when you hear the quiet "wow!" from Leia, see Luke's eyes widen and Jake's smile.

"I think we've got a winner!" you beam.

The day of the party is a flurry of activity. The Twins are excited for the fun and asking a million questions about what you're doing and why. Every decision is approved by them, of course, but they need an outlet for their excitement.

Jake is his naturally helpful self for the whole thing. You needed him to pick up last minute ingredients? Done. You need him to assemble the table for the party? Done. You need him to hug you and reassure you that everything's looking amazing? Definitely done. He's even doing his best to distract the Twins so you can work in peace but they love having the final say in things and getting to taste test everything.

Thankfully, when the guests start arriving, you're pretty well ready and the Twins insist on greeting everyone because "it's pwoper." You and Jake get a minute alone in the kitchen and he wraps his arms around you and kisses you. He looks into your eyes and says with all sincerity, "thank you for all of this." You happily return the kiss before it's time to get back to the chaos of the party.

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That night it doesn't take long to get the Twins to sleep. Luke is still wearing the toy stethoscope he got as part of his stuffed animal veterinarian set while Leia, even in sleep, has a death grip on her new wooden dagger that the G's had gotten her. You're still glad Jake managed to talk them down from the dulled Narsil replica.

It's a bittersweet moment when you put the Twins to bed. They've graduated from cribs and are now sleeping in actual beds. They're growing up so quickly.

Jake catches the tears at the corner of your eyes and gently wipes them away, his eyes full of concern.

"I'll be okay," you reassure. "They're just...soon they won't be babies."

Jake nods, understanding. "They're even getting too big to carry."

"And they're going to start preschool this fall."

Jake sighs, "and I'm pretty sure I just got another grey hair with that reminder." You chuckle at his melodrama. "But they're good kids, who've got nothing but love. What more could we ask for?"

You gently squeeze his hand. "Thank you, Jake. Between you, the Twins, the biological family and all the adopted uncles, I couldn't ask for a happier family."

"It couldn't happen without you, Sunshine," Jake attests. "Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world."

"And thank you for taking care of us, making me feel so loved every day."

"What do you say to a full night of cuddles?"

"I say that sounds lovely."

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

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✨Strawberries and Cream Presents✨: A Kinkmas mini episode

How The Grinch Stole Christmas

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Notes: Have y’all seen Mufasa yet? That movie is G O O D anyway I miss strawberries and cream just as much as y’all do I PROMISE. I’m working on it again and hoping to get da juices flowing 😤😤😤

You pull up to the front of the mansion and park the car, a big smile on your face as you turn to Eddie. You’d set up this entire little present for him for Christmas. He’d always done nice little things like this for you, and you felt like it was time to pay him back.

“Tada!!” You squeak excitedly and he jumps a little at your enthusiasm but bends forward to look out of the car anyway.

He stares at the large house in front of him, it’s gorgeous, more gorgeous than he’s ever seen in his life. He can hardly believe a place like this even exists in your snowy home state, but it does and he’s here and what the fuck. It’s even nicer than that one couple friend’s house he always takes you to.

“H-how did” His mouth is gaping as you giddily hop from the car and shut the door, going back to the trunk.

“How the heck can you afford this”

He knows it’s rude and he knows this was a present but he has to ask. Because this is Hollywood-level living- this is Kardashian-level living.

“A certain actor friend of yours helped me pull some strings! It’s ours for two whole weeks!”

“T-two? Two weeks?” His brain is melting as you drag the large suitcase over to his side of the car and go back for the others

“Yeah! I also happened to work things out with Bobby and we agree you need this time off. And the state agrees you need time off! So you were granted the time and boy am I taking advantage of this”

You drag two suitcases over before he finally realizes “Oh I should be helping” and gets out of the car, he grabs the suitcase from your hands and sets it on the ground

“Hey don’t worry I can-“ You’re cut off by him kissing you, he holds your face in his hands, pouring all his love and adoration into the kiss and your heart melts for him.

He pulls away slowly, kissing the tip of your nose and you chase after him, pecking his lips one more time.

“I love you, we should get married”

You wave the diamond ring on your finger in his face and smirk.

“We are silly, I’m wedding dress shopping while I’m here remember? Since the rest of my friends are here”

“Without Buck?” His hands are on your waist now and you roll your eyes, your cousin would have killed you had you not worked out that minor detail

“He’ll be here, he’s gonna be staying with us for three days and then he’s heading back. Oh and Maddie!”

“Yeah that sounds like him”

You both grab a couple of the bags and then you take Eddie’s hand, pulling him toward the house

“Come on!! If you think the outside is nice?? You have to see the rest”

He drops the bags at the door the second he steps in, you let go of his hand and start dragging them out of the way as he walks in with his jaw on the floor

“Holy shit- Hooooly shit” He just keeps repeating it as he spins around slowly, it’s like a mini villa, like the ones he would see when he visited his cousins in Mexico when he was younger. He reaches back blindly and takes your hand

“Come on I wanna look around!”

He drags you around the house with childlike enthusiasm, running from room to ornate room, there’s so much more space than he thought there would be, there’s even a pool outback.

The large arched windows in the last room let in a massive amount of the sunset, warming things up and Eddie takes your hands, pulling you over to the California King Size bed

“I wanna sleep in this one” He claims it, nuzzling your nose and you giggle, slipping your arms around his neck

“Okay, seems perfect to me! You wanna keep looking around? Maybe get unpacked and go to the store?”

“That,” He turns you around slowly, and picks your hips up, setting you on the bed “Sounds so boring”

He falls on top of you and you open your legs, letting him settle in between them with a sweet smile on your face

“We won’t have dinner” You play with his hair, your tone soft and soothing

“I can think of plenty of things to eat, two in particular”

“Eddie!” You squeak and laugh when he growls and bites your neck, you shove at his chest and he pins your hands to the bed, moaning exaggeratedly as he grinds his hips into yours. Your back arches a little bit, and he wraps his arms behind you, growling in your ear and sending a wave of sexual tension through your body.

You slap his butt like bongos and he snickers into your shoulder before rolling off of you. He spreads his arms and legs, making a snow angel in the sheets and you push off the bed and flop down across him.

“Eddieeee” you wriggle on top of him and he slaps your ass, making you yelp as he squeezes it

“Alright okay okay we’re going” He whines while you crawl off of him and he gets up, smacking your ass one more time before grabbing your waist and putting you over his shoulder

“To Target!”

Not that Eddie ever could, but he truly can’t get enough of you. You’re sat together on the fluffy brown couch. Your legs are in his lap, your back against the armrest and he’s got his arms around you, snuggling into you. He peppers little kisses all over your face and you blush, cupping his cheeks and kissing him softly.

“This is really amazing Sugar Cube,” He says into your neck as you run your fingers through his hair, combing it back.

“Hey, it's what you deserve” You kiss his forehead, resting your lips against it and he pulls away, looking up at you

“What about you huh? What about what you deserve?” He runs his hand down your thigh, squeezing gently and you shrug

“Look at this place!, I think it’s just as much a vacation for you as it is for me…besides, we finally just get to spend some time alone together. After….after what happened I feel like there’s never enough time with you”

Eddie smiles sadly, thinking about what you two had gone through a couple of years ago, something that had left a scar on both of you even if you’d learned to work past it, even if the nightmares had finally stopped.

“I know what you mean… sometimes I feel that way too, but… we can’t let it rule our lives. We’re okay now Sugar Cube”

He rests his forehead against yours and your eyelids flutter closed, taking in a deep breath. His cologne fills your senses, calming you embarrassingly quickly like it always does and you smile

“I know”

You sit comfortably in his lap, listening to him hum along to the song playing through the speakers, as he kisses your neck, leaving behind a pretty necklace in his path. He takes your wrist, his fingers sliding over your pulse and you look up at him, a soft smile on your face.

“Hi”

“Hi”

He looks at you, studying your face, all the little things about it that he’s come to love after all of this, he understood it- Nero’s obsession, understood why he couldn’t let her go. Because looking at you now? Your eyes sparkling with life, your heartbeat strong under his fingertips, that ring on your finger…

He’d do what Nero did too.

“Can I have this dance?”

He gets out from under you, standing in front of you and listening to the beginning notes of the song playing, he does a little bow and winks at you as he reaches out.

You shake your head, getting up and taking his outstretched hand, he twirls you into his arms, your back against his chest as you move your hips with his. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer and you reach back, cupping his face. He smirks and puts his hand over yours, kissing from your palm to your shoulder, before taking your hand and spinning you away from him again.

You look at him, a lusty fire in your eyes as you come back to him, he slowly wraps your arms around his neck before sliding his hands down over your sides and holding your waist again.

You roll your hips against him, and he shakes his head pretending to be disappointed but grinds against you anyway, letting you feel the bulge in his pants.

“That’s not how you properly bachata, you know this corazòn” he playfully scolds you, sliding his hands down to your ass as you dance together

“Uh huh, you’re getting on me? Your form is terrible. This is my dance space,” you take a step back from him and gesture “And this is your dance space”

He yanks you back toward him and you squeal as you both go down to the floor,

“When was the last time we watched Dirty Dancing anyway??” He’s laid out on the floor and you’re in a little heap with him

“Me and Buck watched it like three weeks ago”

“You watched dirty dancing without me?!?!!”

“Oh no I think I hear the alarm for the pizza oh no, oh gosh, oh no”

You try and scramble away from him and he grabs your waist, letting you drag his body with you

“Oh my god let go!”

“You’re not getting away from me that easily!!! I can’t believe you guys would do that to me! After everything you both constantly put me through!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You finally make it to the kitchen with his arms wrapped tightly around your leg.

“Two Buckleys?! Two and you’re asking me what I mean by that”

“Technically three if you count Maddie” You peek in the oven at the pizza, rubbing your hands together evilly

“It’s Maddie, she doesn’t count. She’s like, the least annoying”

“Have you met their parents?” You snicker as you grab the oven mitts and finally shake him off, he rolls away a little so you can open the oven

“I have. Wasn’t impressed, glad you three seem to have not gotten the short end of the stick”

You take the pizza out and set it on the stovetop before turning around and looking down at him

“You ready for dinner?”

“Doesn’t it have to cool?”

You walk around, standing on his toes and reaching for his hands

“Waiting for pizza to cool is for the we-“

You scream as he yanks you down on top of him and rolls over on you, holding himself up as he attacks you with kisses. Your protests are muffled by his lips until they eventually die down when you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

“Oh come on Sugar Cube… I think we can make a little time for it to cool…don’t you?”

You whimper softly as he rolls his hips against yours, grinding his clothed cock into you. He reaches down to pull down your leggings and you freeze, pushing him off you and pretending to karate chop him

“Hold up, wait, wait, wait, we can’t!! I’ve got a surprise!!”

He groans as he lays on his back, letting out a long sigh

“If you’re sure?”

“I’m sure!” You get up off the floor and he rubs his hands over his face, his cock straining clearly against his sweatpants.

“Not even just the tip?” He asks sweetly and you snort, laughing and helping him up

“Not even the tip, cowboy”

You wait until after dinner to put your little plan into action. You’re lying on Eddie on the couch as you watch Dirty Dancing, it’s just getting to the part where Baby finds Penny in the kitchen when you sit up, stretching a little and pausing the movie

“Hey, What’s up?” He asks quietly, setting his hands on your hips, and you grin, feeling the warmth of them seep into your skin.

“Oh, I’m just…I’m kinda cold” You shrug and he sits up, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch

“We can cuddle more if you want, though you’re lying on me so I really don’t know how much closer we can get” He chuckles and you take the blanket, easing it from his hands.

“I had a better idea! If you’re up for it” You get off of him and step away, dropping your cozy leggings to reveal a simple red thong, Eddie’s jaw drops as he watches you take off your shirt, the matching bra has pretty white lace lining it.

“You’re like a really kinky Santa’s little helper aren’t you?”

You cackle and hold your sides, laughing at him as he gets up from the couch and walks toward you, you back up slowly, still snickering and he starts to walk faster.

“You’re making this not sexy!” You wheeze between laughs and he looks at you, his pretty brown eyes clouded with lust, a dangerous hue washing over them.

“No, I’m not. I love your laugh.” He says it…so sickly sweet it snaps you back to the way he’s walking, the slow, precise steps, his incredibly relaxed demeanor… how he’s very slowly starting to crouch down like he’s gonna pounce.

“E-Eddie?” You gulp, letting out a nervous little laugh “Whatcha doin'?”

“I’m just standing here Sugar Cube”

He is most definitely not just standing there.

“You know there’s uh- a part two right? It’s not just this?” You gesture to yourself, backing up faster and he follows right after you

“Oh?” He stalls a little and you take that as an opportunity to take a big step back

“Yup! There is absolutely most definitely a part two and if you’d just let me make it there alive, I can show you”

“By all means, lead the way” He winks at you with a flourish of his arms and you stare at him suspiciously before leading him through the house. He sheds his clothes along the way and your mouth waters at the idea of what you’re going to turn around to.

He watches you walk in front of him with a hungry gaze, biting his lip as your ass jiggles with each step… oh he could get used to this. You lead him outside, down the fancy stone stairs to the pool, it’s lit up beautifully as you walk him past it. He gets a teeny bit distracted by the fact that he’s absolutely doing laps in that pool tomorrow morning.

You walk down another set of stairs, stopping for a second to unclasp the front of your bra, you let it dangle from your finger before dropping it. You ease off the thong, holding the ends of it to bounce your cheeks for a second before letting it drop from your body.

You walk over to the in-ground hot tub that overlooks the entire valley you’re staying in and slip off your shoes before stepping into the hot water and turning toward him. Your breath is caught in your throat, you knew he was taking off his clothes of course… but now he’s standing in front of you, slipping off his shoes too and stepping into the pool. You reach over and tap a button on the side and the jets turn on, bubbling immediately around you.

You sit on the little bench and look at him, biting your lip as he comes and sits next to you.

“Skinny dipping in the hot tub huh?”

“I thought maybe we could have a little…round two, from my first time? You remember right?”

He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. You can feel the energy radiating from his body, the intense need to just take you. But he kisses you like it’s the first time like he’s still a bit shy, doesn’t know if you’re gonna reciprocate and it just about melts your heart.

“Of course I remember” He nuzzles his nose against yours and you giggle, doing it back “One of the best damn nights of my life”

Your cheeks flush a pretty pink and he pulls away a little just to stare at you, to stare at the love of his life… the woman he’s going to marry.

“Mine too,” you say quietly, not breaking the hushed tension that’s fallen over you two. It’s so thick you could cut it with a knife, and when you look into his eyes, a heavy weight settles on your chest. It’s comfortable, familiar, like he’s curling up in your soul, and he’s there to stay.

“I love you” He breathes, cupping your face with a wet hand. You smile and crawl into his lap, setting your arms on his shoulders

“You know? What a coincidence! I just happen to love you too”

“What a great turn of events we have here” He snickers and holds your waist, putting you properly in his lap so you’re straddling him. He drags his hands slowly over your curves, the hot, bubbling water causing a deep desire to settle in the pit of his stomach.

“I wonder what we’re gonna do…with all this love” He mumbles, leaning down and kissing your breasts, his moan is mumbled as he buries his face between them, his hands coming up to squeeze them on his face

“Eddie Diaz!” You squeak and he places soft kisses on them.

“Yes? Mrs. Diaz?”

He grins wickedly when he feels the way your hips stutter against his, your cheeks flushing

“Oh…oh you like that don’t you Sugar cube?” he kisses your neck, squeezing your sides and you arch your back a little

“Mrs Edmundo Diaz“ He inhales your sweet perfume, his eyes rolling back a little as his hips move against yours. His hands flow down your sides and push your ass against him, your breath hitches and he smiles, looking up at you with all the adoration in the world.

“You’ve got little hearts in your eyes” You giggle, pulling him closer to you and settling against him

“So do you” He teases, letting his head rest against the ledge of the pool while you attack his neck, sucking and biting at his sensitive skin, causing his hips to buck against yours

“Why can’t you be Mr. Y/N Buckley? Because personally, I feel like Eddie Buckley is cute” You interrogate and he hums, gasping when you bite down on the soft spot on his neck.

“Uh…I mean-“ Your tongue trails over his Adam’s apple and he groans quietly, losing his train of thought completely.

“Or maybe… we can be both” You reach down, stroking his cock and he melts into your hand, slumping further into the water

“Hm?”

Your thumb swirls over the tip as you massage his cock, watching the way his mouth falls open slowly and he jerks into your hand

“We can be Diaz-Buckley, that way you’re happy… and you know, Buck is happy”

“Please don’t mention your cousin when your hand is on my cock”

You snort into his shoulder, and he smacks your butt, squeezing your cheeks and you squeak, pushing at his hands

“Hey! Watch those paws!”

“Right, so you can jerk me off like a little tease but I can’t touch you back? Is that what we’re playing at?”

Your jaw drops open and closed as you stare at him, he smirks and you want to rip his stupid mustache off

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about”

“I think that’s enough foreplay” You yelp as he gets up, holding your waist and turning you over. He manhandles you into position, your knees spread, hands braced against the smooth walls.

He leans over you, pressing his body into yours and sliding his hand between your legs, you whimper softly as he spreads your folds, sliding his fingers against your slick clit easily. Your head falls forward and he uses his legs to push you forward a bit. Your hips roll against his cock as he nudges you forward more and you turn your head back

“Eddie what are you-“ Your spine snaps straight and he chuckles, listening to you moan sweetly as he pushes you toward one of the jets. He keeps your hips in place and you spread your legs wider letting your head fall forward again as you roll them against the water stream.

“Ohh my god” You purr and Eddie lets go of your hip, stroking his cock a couple of times. He leans forward and kisses your shoulder and you shiver, looking back at him

“Thought you said foreplay was over” You mutter and he kisses you, his tongue swirling with yours and sending you spinning

“For me, I don’t mind watching you come undone though”

“Is it because you can only last six seconds?”

“Oh haha, hehe, so funny.” He rolls his eyes, lining himself up with you and dragging his cock through your folds, hissing when he feels the jet against him

“Uh huh,” You giggle “feels so-so good doesn’t it” You pant, grinding your ass into him. He groans and squeezes your hip tighter, thrusting his cock between your legs for a second, letting the jets kiss his tip.

“Feels almost as good as you do” He moans, burying his face in your shoulder, you feel him line his cock up with your entrance and you eagerly push back, slipping the tip inside you.

“Jesus Sugar Cube” His voice cracks and your heart pounds in your ears as he pushes into you, his breath hitches and he lets out a soft whine, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. He wraps one arm around your waist and the other slides between your breasts, his long fingers wrapping around your throat.

“Gonna make love to my pretty girl” He pants in your ear as he moves his hips, thrusting slowly at first. You grab his arm, digging your nails into it as his thrusts get harder, he angles his hips deeper, kissing your cervix with every rough snap.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your size” you pant, your head bouncing on his shoulder and he smirks, trailing his lips down your neck

“And I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving this tight little pussy” He slides his arm down your torso, rubbing your clit in circles

“Shoulda done this for your first time anyway” He bends you forward and makes you brace your hands against the wall, then lifts his leg, planting his foot on the cement seating and pushing into you deeper. You let out a high-pitched shriek as he suddenly pounds into you, his hands gripping your waist and your shoulder as he takes you.

The water is splashing all over the place, you’re sure Eddie is bruising your hip, and your knees are getting a little scraped up but you can’t bring yourself to care and neither can he. You open your legs further, bouncing your hips to meet each thrust and he growls in your ear, sending a shiver up your spine as you curl your toes

“I’m gonna cum baby” He rubs your clit faster and you moan your back arching

“Inside me, please please inside me” you beg and he grunts, his hips stalling for a second and he looks at you

“I mean… I can’t do it in the pool, that’s probably gonna like…throw off the pH balance or something…”

“Eddie Diaz!”

“I’m just saying!! I was a Cabana boy one summer as a teenager okay! I had to clean out the pool and the pool guy taught me all that”

“So what you’re saying is after we’ve fucked in this for the next two weeks you can fix it?”

“Absolutely”

“Wow, that’s actually really interesting!” You put your hand on your chin, resting your elbow on the edge of the wall and he grins

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do! You gotta tell me more….you know after you freaking cum in me and we finish the whole having sex thing”

“Oh my god I totally forgot about that”

“Yeah, I kinda thought so” You smile at him and he blushes, pulling out of you and turning you around. He sinks back into you, his breath hitching while he rubs your thighs as you wrap them around his waist.

He holds your hips, while you wrap your arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. He smiles and leans forward, nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing you softly. Your fingers thread through his short hair, tugging at the soft strands as he sets a lazy pace. He wraps one arm around your waist, making your back arch and places his other hand on the side of the pool.

“Still remember how we fucked like animals for days after your first time” He pants, rolling his hips and you moan, letting your head fall back

“Uh huh” You squeak when he starts to thrust harder, thinking about how tight and innocent you were

“You remember-“ Eddie’s voice catches as his hips speed up, sloshing the water around again. “You remember when I came home for lunch and pinned you down to the kitchen floor?”

He grins wickedly, loving that sweet little blissed-out smile on your face, loving how you always get so cock drunk on him. He pulls you closer to him, your chest bouncing against his as he attacks your neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin, leaving behind his mark.

“You remember the way you tried to crawl away from me after your third creampie and I just kept dragging your hips back?” He hisses in your ear, you feel his grip on your body get tighter, knocking the wind out of you with each intense thrust and You nod fast, because god how could you forget that day? He left you on the floor, cum spilling from your poor, abused pussy while you passed out for a much-needed nap.

It was also super funny when Eddie came home with flowers and a worried look on his face, asking if he’d gone too far, if you were okay and that he’d make it all up to you. You graciously accepted the flowers, giving him a little kiss on the cheek and reassuring him that you definitely would have made him stay if you needed him to. He still felt a little guilty… so he ate you out for hours that night, holding your hand as you climaxed over and over again.

“Can we do that again?” You moan out. You can feel that pressure almost ready to pop and you know he can too when he lets you go, making you put your hands on the cement seating and puts both hands on your hips again, slamming you down on his cock faster and faster

“Fuck I was hoping you’d ask that, You’re not gonna be able to walk this whole trip baby, gonna have my cock inside you every moment” Eddie’s fingers slide over your thigh before brushing against your clit. Your body jerks and he does it again, using his long fingers to rub your clit. Your toes curl and your back arches when he uses a third finger to grind against your clit and you let out a high-pitched scream as you come undone around him.

You meet his thrusts as you ride out your high, mewling and gasping and squirting on his cock. He groans loudly, impatiently waiting for you to start to come down before grabbing your hips with both hands again and slamming into you, you cry out his name and he cums with a loud moan.

His hips don’t stop until he’s shoved every last drop inside you. He pulls out just enough to turn you over on your hands and knees again and thrusts right back inside you, letting out little whimpering noises as he cums again. He rolls his hips, grinding them into yours as he fills you up, cursing your name softly, almost deliriously as he finally finishes.

He doesn’t pull out, instead he pulls your limp body against his chest and plops down on the bench. He slouches a little and wraps his arms tightly around you.

“You okay Corazón?” He pants softly, running his hands over your sides and you nod, still fully blissed out on his cock, especially loving the way you can feel it still inside you

“I think so”

Your voice is a little scratchy and he chuckles, kissing your throat

“I’m sorry I was so rough…you just get me so excited” He peppers little kisses over your neck and you giggle

“Trust me I know the feeling… you remember what else we did?” You play with his fingers and he lets his head fall back against the wall

“No? What?” He asks and you smirk, snuggling down into him

“I guess it’ll just have to be a surprise”

“Anybody home??” Buck enters the house, setting his bag down on the side of the door and slipping off his shoes. You’d left the front door open for him in case you and Eddie were out back in the pool or something. He’d texted before he got on the plane and when he got off, you hadn’t responded to the one where he said he was on his way to the house and he was incredibly suspicious.

He walks through the place, his mouth falling wider as he goes through each room, they’re all more beautiful than the next.

He’d been calling out but there was still no answer… okay so maybe you guys were in the pool… but this house is so huge it’s no wonder you didn’t hear him. He takes out his phone to just call you when he finally comes to the door at the end of the hall

“Where are those two freaks, I’m hungry I wanna go to lu-“

“You’re doing so good for me baby” You moan, as you run your hands over Eddie’s thighs. Your hands trail up to his chest as you thrust into him slowly. His breath hitches and he lets out a low whine when your hand wraps around his cock, jerking him off.

“Fuck Mommy” He blushes deeply, throwing his head back on the pillows

Suddenly you hear the snap of a camera and Eddie’s head shoots up.

“I FUCKING KNEW YOU WERE A LITTLE BITCH”

[whoslaurapalmer]

hello. I give you a list of some of my mom's top favorite christmas movies (also some of my own top favs!!) that you should definitely watch if you get the time!!

fitzwilly (1967) -- dick van dyke frequently commits capers so the woman he works for never realizes she's poor -- and also because, he just really loves doing it. he must pull off his final caper to set everything right on christmas eve, in the hallowed gimbels department store. a great cast of character actors in this, including john mcgiver and john fiedler (the voice of piglet!!)

the man who came to dinner (1942) -- the incredible monty woolley, playing an acerbic, egotistical radio host, slips on some icy steps, gets stuck in a house while recovering from the subsequent broken hip, and causes Massive Seasonal Havoc for literally every single person alive. literally the most incredible dialogue you will ever, ever hear, with the most perfect cast to ever come together

the shop around the corner (1940) -- the og you've got mail, with james stewart and margaret sullavan playing the feuding coworkers unknowingly in love with each other (i prefer in the good old summertime (1949), the musical version with judy garland and van johnson (and s.z. sakall!! and buster keaton!!) (and still christmasy, despite the title!!), but! I think we should all see shop around the corner at least once. ernst lubitsch, you know.)

larceny inc (1942) -- edward g robinson parodies his gangster roles in the classic con tale of "recently-released criminal buys store near bank in order to tunnel into the safe". if you've seen edward g play it completely serious in like, double indemnity, PLEASE watch larceny inc, he truly has some of the most incredible comedic delivery ever, as do edward brophy and broderick crawford, also some classic noir and gangster actors having the time of their lives being silly

we're no angels (1955) -- humphrey bogart, peter ustinov, and aldo ray (eric da re's father!!) play escaped criminals who intend to rob a store but end up helping the family who runs it keep it out of the hands of their conniving relative, played by basil rathbone. it can be a little slow but is honestly, very sweet, a little absurd, a little dark comedy, just such a time all around

christmas in connecticut (1945) -- the most Shenanigans to EVER shenanigan. barbara stanwyck plays a magazine writer who's been lying about her life in order to keep her job and write a homesteading column. she cannot cook, or farm, and is not even married. her editor (sydney greenstreet!!) has a recovering soldier come stay at her (unbeknownst to him, actually nonexistent) farm to experience good christmas feeling. Cue The Most Zany Series Of Shenanigans To Keep Up An Absolute Mountain Of Lies

[hypnzo]

HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO A BAD HAIRCUT?

(Warning: English is not my first language. There might be some mischaracterization as well.) : BLUE LOCK (headcanon)

Isagi Yoichi

The moment he saw himself in the mirror, his face went blank. Once he recovers from his surprise, only then does he groan while he runs his hand on his hair.

He'd feel a little embarrassed while he tries to fix it in any way that he could.

“Ugh… This is bad.”

He'd wear a hat to cover it up—possibly taking it off only once it looks good again.

Bachira Meguru

He blinks at his own reflection before he breaks into his usual smile. Bachira doesn't really seem to be the type to care much about how his hair looks.

He might try to style it while he sticks his tongue out a little in full concentration.

“Ta-da!”

Bachira doesn't make it to be such a big deal. He might try to style it, though it's only for the sake of fun.

Chigiri Hyoma

He'd be dead silent. He blinks a few times while touching his hair, hoping that this was some sort of fever dream or some weird nightmare that someone decided to curse him into having.

“...What the fuck?”

When reality hits him—which it already had the moment he looked at the mirror—his devastation plays loudly from the look on his face.

Reo Mikage

He doesn't even need to say a word about how much he dislikes it—his facial expression said it all. Especially with the way his brows furrowed immediately upon seeing it.

He might try to be kind, but he'd make a mental note to never go to that person or store ever again if he wanted to get his hair fixed or trimmed.

“Well, this is… definitely something?”

The moment he's out of the store, he's immediately contacting a more trusted salon to fix his hair.

Nagi Seishiro

He doesn't care. He'd wave it off casually like it was another tuesday. Nagi wouldn't really bother styling it either.

“It’s just hair. …It'll grow back.”

He couldn't really be bothered about it. After all, it's not like he's that big on appearances anyway. No one really pays much attention to him, so it doesn't matter.

Rin Itoshi

He'd glare at the mirror, possibly at the barber too if they were beside him. Rin definitely asked for a trim and yet he got a haircut that was totally different.

He'd sigh heavily—controlled and slow—almost like he was trying to control himself from killing someone.

“I’ll fucking kill them.”

He's definitely seething and will forever hold a grudge on that barber from that day on.

Otoya Eita

Otoya immediately takes a double take the moment he sees how horrendous the haircut was.

He looks at the ground and when he sees his hair on the floor? He'd be devastated—almost as if he's mourning his loss.

“Well.. damn. At least I still look good.”

That's a lie. Otoya was horrified when he saw it and he was doing absolutely anything he can to fix it.

“This has got to be a curse...” He sighs.

Karasu Tabito

He takes a bit of a second to register what he's seeing at the moment. Karasu clicks his tongue in annoyance while he runs his hand through his hair.

He brushes it off, trying not to let himself get too bothered by a simple haircut, but he was fuming internally when he saw it the first time.

“Tch. Whatever.”

Though, he'd try to fix it with gel. He tries not to make it into a big deal but he puts in a bit more effort than usual to style it.

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[onboardsorasora]

Wanted some soft boys today. Also totally misread an anon ask from months ago lmao, this isn't what our bestie asked for but hopefully this is ok as well. Also, I haven't reread this so hopefully it reads well and there's no mistakes

Part 1 | Part 18

Max woke slowly, overwarm with hot breath puffing onto the crook of his neck. For a microsecond, in what felt like the time between all five red lights going out and the green lights illuminating, Max thought Adult Daniel had returned.

Because Daniel always ran warm, especially since he liked to bundle himself as a burrito in his sheets. But the face pressed into his skin was still small, delicate. It was still Little Daniel.

Max smiled fondly and reached a hand to stroke through wild curls. He frowned however, when he found them to be flattened, soaked with sweat. Max bolted awake, taking in the flush on Little Daniel’s skin and how uncomfortable he looked even while asleep. He pressed his palm to Little Daniel’s forehead and recoiled when his skin felt almost searing. Little Daniel whimpered a little.

Max realized instantly that he was running a fever and he felt the fright bubble up within him. 

Grabbing his phone, he did the first thing that came to his mind, call Grace.

She picked up after 3 rings, Max didn’t know what time it was in Perth. To be honest, he didn’t know what time it was right now in Monaco. But he knew that Grace had his number saved as important, so she would always answer his call. Especially now.

Her fond, soft smile melted into worry when she saw his scared face.

“Max what’s wrong?” She asked immediately.

“Daniel has a fever, I think.” Max rushed out, immediately turning his camera to show the miserable ball of child on the bed. Grace cooed.

“Have you taken his temperature? How high is it?” She asked and Max scratched his head sheepishly, he honestly hadn’t thought of that.

“My first thought was to call you, to be honest.”

“You made the right decision Max.” Grace smiled softly at the phone, even though the camera was still pointed towards Little Daniel. Max could see her in the little screen. “Now, do you have a thermometer? They normally put one in those first aid kits you buy in the grocery store.”

Max got to work, following her instruction on how to take Little Daniel’s temperature and what the numbers meant. He was running a fever, but it wasn’t high. Not enough to warrant a hospital visit. Max never felt more relieved.

With Grace’s help, got Little Daniel in more comfortable clothing, and helped him drink some juice while he waited for his rush grocery delivery order to arrive. He might have ordered all of the children’s electrolyte drinks the store had in stock, but that was no one's business.

“Maxshy, I’m tired.” Little Daniel mumbled. He’d been miserable all day but Max counted it as a win that he was alert and seeking comfort. He’d spent some time talking to Grace, letting her know that he didn’t feel nice. Max’s heart clenched the whole time.

Grace let them go when Little Daniel promised to try and take a nap. He had put the phone down and immediately climbed his little body onto the couch and sprawled himself over Max who was definitely not proud of the cooing noise he’d involuntarily let out. 

“I know Bub, do you want to watch a race and then take a nap?” Max pressed some hair back from Little Daniel’s forehead and watched as the curls sprung back into place. Little Daniel shook his head and Max raised a brow in surprised confusion. Little Daniel was always asking to watch races, he never declined an opportunity.

“Want to watch da show. Maxshy Show.” Little Daniel clarified and Max’s heart clenched. Recently Max had shown Little Daniel one of the Dutch cartoons he’d grown up with and he’d watched it intently even though Max knew for a fact he didn’t know what they were saying. It was probably clear enough by their actions.

“Ok Bub, we can watch it. Do you want to watch any specific episode?” He reached for the tv remote. Little Daniel shook his head into Max’s chest and watched as Max found the show in question.

They watched two episodes before Max felt Little Daniel go completely lax against him. His soft snores a welcome sound. Max slouched further onto the couch, careful not to jostle his precious cargo and let the background sounds of his childhood lull him to sleep as well.

[age-of-play-i-say]

Sentence prompts, huh? Well, never let it be said that I'm not predictable...

"Oh sweetie - if you can't hold it anymore, just do your tinkles on teddy..."

-🐻⚡️

CG and potty-training Little are heading home from what was supposed to be a quick Saturday afternoon errand run: dropping things at the library, stopping by the grocery store, and then picking up some Thai food for tonight. Because they had meant to be out for 90 minutes, 2 hours tops, CG allowed Little to wear big kid undies, just this once! Little was so excited, they have yet to be out of the house with no padding since the potty training started! This will be their first test, and they're determined to prove themselves as a big kid. CG even asked them at the restaurant if they needed to go. Little knew home was a 10 minute car ride away, so they said no. They wanted CG to have no excuse to diaper them up for every outing like this. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans, and the two of them get stuck behind a car accident caused by some serious surprise road construction. No escape routes, no turn offs, no diapers, let's go.

CG: Whoa, what's going on up here? This wasn't here on our way down to the store.

Little: looks scary daddy!! *clutches teddy tightly* shiny stuff all over da road. . .

CG: Pieces of the car, yeah. Wow, looks like the clean-up crew just got here. We're gonna be sitting for awhile, Baby. Here, why don't you enjoy your bubble tea and watch a little Emperor's New Groove on Daddy's phone?

Little: really Daddy?? *bouncing in their booster seat*

CG: Yes, you've been so good for me and I don't want the accident to scare you. Go to your happy place, sweetie, I’ll call you back when we're ready to move.

10 minutes later:

Little: drinkie all gone Daddy! *wiggling with teddy* we almos goin home??

CG: Not yet, Baby. Looks like it's pretty complicated up there. Good job with your drink! Are you doing okay with your movie?

Little: *wiggling faster* hh- mm-hmm! how much longer till home??

CG: I don't know yet, Baby. Be patient for Daddy, okay?

10 minutes later:

CG: I know it's not fun, Baby, but it's gonna be okay, looks like the crew is about halfway done with their work. Can you keep being good for Daddy?

Little: umm!! wanna be good, wanna be big kid!! but um!! *hides face in teddy and plunges one hand down to hold tight against their baby parts, sniffling*

CG: Oh no! Does my sweet Baby need to make tinkles? And you were doing so well with your big kid undies, too!

Little: *crying and potty dancing in their seat with their hand on their undies* no fair!!!! ‘s no fair, Daddy, am a big kid!!! b-but needa make tinkles!! emerg-*hiccups, begins to wail* emergency!!

CG: Oh Sweetie, - if you can't hold it anymore, let's just do your tinkles on Teddy. Here, I’ll take him. Lift up your tush off the seat. Shhhh, it's okay, we’ll wash him at home.

Little: ahh! hhh teddy feels good, Daddy!! *wiggling and sniffling* woulda m-made it!! stupid cars!! stupidt road!! *crying louder again*

CG: I know it, Baby. This won't count against you for future big kid clothes, okay? For now, we gotta get those tinkles out before they start hurting. Come on, sweetie, you can do it. Can you show Daddy how you’d make peepee in your big kid potty at home?

Little: y-ye Daddy *reaches out to cling to Daddy's hand and sniffles once more before a loud hissing noise fills the car* ahhhh - m-makin peepee Daddy!! mmm teddy all wet!

Daddy: There we go, good Baby! That's Daddy's good, sweet Baby. Oh, that sounds like it feels good, sweetie. Are you feeling better?

Little: almos done peepee Daddy feels so good! *stream finally slows to a trickle and then stops while Baby shivers* hhhah all done tinkies!!

Daddy: And it looks like we’re moving again! Good job, Baby! Tell you what. You're right, that wasn't fair, and you didn't make a mess in your carseat. We’re calling this a success!

Little: really?? thank Daddy!! *bouncing on Teddy until Teddy squelches, then a little whimper*

Daddy: We’ll be home in 10 minutes now, Baby, but I have a question for you. Big kids get to choose, so when we get home, do you want to be cleaned up and keep wearing big kid undies? Or do you want soft, cozy protection after all of that? Keep in mind you won't have Teddy to snuggle for a few hours while I clean him up.

Little: ohh umm *hides face in hands* wan diapies Daddy, please!

CG: Of course, sweetie. You can wear your diapers, Daddy understands.