#while strangling eachother

[ethan-acfan]

Merthur, except once they start dating instead of the same banter as before, the insults are replaced with lovey dovey romantic word vomit said in the exact same tone and vibe as their insults to the point where people can't tell if they hate each other or not.

Arthur: *activity glaring at Merlin* I just love how brilliant you are. Every day, I fall deeper in live with you, my dear.

Merlin: *giving him a "Are you stupid?" Look* "Every day, you remind me why life is worth living, and for that, I will forever be loyal to you, my love."

Arthur: *very clearly on the verge of jumping across the table and smacking merlin* "My soul is yours to-

Random knight who just happened to be in the room during this: "WHAT IS GOING ON?!" *confused sobs*

[arolesbianism]

Doodle I did of my girl Juliet earlier

[rawme-price]

Omg a pt 5 to my reader and her dog riley?? This is getting out of hand...

Anyways reader figures ghost out lol

Despite what gaz may say about you, u are not totally oblivious. You tend to notice when guys are interested in you, its just that ghost is so embarrassed about the effect you have on him that he's deadset on avoiding you. Everytime you even mutter praise for ur beloved riley, ghost is already out the door. Its a bit odd, you and ghost actually do have nice chats when riley isn't around, his dark humor and casual vibe is actually pretty charming.

It happens by chance while you and the guys are eating lunch, a rare occasion but one you enjoy very much. Soap is happily explaining how he got his callsign, when you furrow your brow and ask "Wait, what even is your last name? I've only ever heard people call you soap or johnny."

Soap grins, you've fallen right into his and gazs plan "Aye, i guess you wouldn' know would ye?" He muses, attempting to hide his grin "mines MacTavish, gaz is garrick, price is well...price, and ghost is riley."

"Riley?" You ask, looking at ghost, "dude, you share a name with my dog! Isn't that cool?"

You joke about it, but you can see the blush creeping up his neck when all he does is grunt. You file that away for later and go back to listening to soap.

A few days later, you and ghost are in the common area simply enjoying eachothers presence. He's lying spread across the couch, and ur working on the puzzle that's been taking up the coffee table for the better part of three weeks. Riley's not with u today, having been taken to the beach to go play with ur friends dogs. You miss him, but luckily your friend sends you a video of the big guy!

He's just so cute, covered in sand and chasing the other dogs! You smile at your phone, hand reaching up to pat ghosts bicep.

"Ghost! Ghost, look at this!" You dont wait for him to respond, knowing he will look "its riley at the beach! Look how cute he is!" You enthuse, leaning over so he can properly see the screen from his position.

"Riley's such an energetic boy, he loves to play! God, hes just amazing, I know hes having a great time right now. Hes such a good boy!"

The strangled sound ghost makes has you pausing, actually looking at him instead of gushing about riley. He's flushed, eyes wide as they stare up at you. You only now realize how close you are, leaning against his torso slightly, muscles stiff under your touch.

A grin splits your face, dots connecting. "Oh, this does something for you doesn't it?" You ask, and he looks like hes about ready to bolt, but too scared to push you away.

"Do you like hearing your name on my tongue? Or is it the praise?" His breath hitches, "hm, thought so. You wanna be my good boy, ghost?"

"Simon- its simon" he barely manages to respond, a gasp leaving his mouth as you lean closer, practically plastering to his side.

"Okay then, simon" you agree easily, relishing in the way his skin reddens. A hand trails up to rub his bicep, groping at the muscles you've been eyeing for far too long. "Cmon simon, be good for me."

He whines, outright and needy when you straddle his waist, large hands coming up to grab your thighs. He's already rock hard beneath you, grinding up almost unconsciously. Simon doesn't protest when you hook a finger under the surgical mask he wears, pulling it off to reveal the pretty part of his lips as he sighs. You cant resist leaning down and kissing him, feeling the way his lips press against yours warmly.

Youre snaking a hand under his shirt when a loud and pointed cough startles you two. Both of your heads whip around to see price with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly unamused.

"This is a public room," he points out, sounding vaguely disappointed despite the gleam in his eye "take this somewhere private."

As he walks out, you swear you can hear a muttered fucking finally.

(Omg wow hope yall enjoyed. fi you thought i was gonna make reader anything other than dominant ur in the WRONG HOUSE im a sub ghost truther!! I promise ill write the actual smut eventually lol.)

[r3ynah]

Playfighting

Imagine, Maddie Fenton having a video chat with Batman or Bruce Wayne her close childhood friend, talking about different ways to help their ghost situation, his children also in the room with them, trying their best to stay awake due to the lack of sleep and exhaustion, caused by the ghosts.

When Danny just pops out of nowhere with his black hair and blue eyes, that made every children of Batman think, if Maddie and Bruce were really just a Childhood friends(Which they are).

"Hello, Mother I am bored, and I want to do something productive but not that productive." Danny stated, while looming behind Maddie who just sighed in stress.

"Go play with your little sister" Maddie exclaimed, and went back to talking with Batman.

Danny let out a soft okay, before disappearing out of the video call.

not even a minute later, a loud bang echoed throughout Maddie's house making all the batkids alert asking what's wrong and if Maddie was alright, Maddie ignored the noise and reassured with a gentle smile that she was fine, before going back into a conversation with Batman.

Talking about perfect timing, here comes Danny and Dani strangling and roundhousing eachother to death, The batkids (except Damian, who was staring at the two trying to figure out who will win) are concerned to an extreme level because why are two 'civillian' kids trying to kill eachother?

meanwhile Batman and Maddie just continued their conversation, like it was just a normal everyday occurrence.

[hananan2]

Hi, are you writing NSFW? Well, my query isn't exactly NSFW, but the elements are present. I was thinking about a reader who is very sleepy (didn't get enough sleep because of exams or some other reason) and being a bit out of it starts telling different things about her love life with her boyfriend. And everyone around her blushes and just says, “Go to sleep please 🥹”. The guy's reaction depends on the character. I was thinking of Leona, Vil, Lilia, Jack, Sebek. I'd love it if you write about it, but if you don't like it, that's fine with me! Only in that case, please reply back that you don't want to write it so I know 😅.

don’t feel bad dw!! I didn’t post requesting rules (I did now!) when you asked so totally not your fault! While I don’t write NSFW, I write some suggestive stuff, which I think is what you’re asking for. I’m also going to take out Sebek and Jack if you don’t mind because not really comfortable with writing minor characters! I’ll do it!! So sorry if this is ooc☹️ I hope you enjoy!💕 (btw I’m gonna assume you wanted it as Fem!reader bc you were using her!)

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To Tired to Think!

Summary: You could hardly get any sleep last night and your tired as hell throughout the whole day, while you’re near you boyfriend and other people, you accidentally slip up and say some things that should have been kept private… How does your boyfriend react?

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit and Lilia Vanrouge!

info: Established relationship, romantic, Fem!reader, suggestive & fluff-ish!

Cw: none!

Leona Kingscholar

You were fighting a war to stay awake the whole day and you were shot 53 times. Thanks to your amazing boyfriend, you ended up taking a nap in the evening, which not only didn’t make you sleepy at night, but delayed all your school work and work in general, so had to get that done at night, which cause you to look like a wobbling, sleepy mess the next day.

but speaking of you Amazing boyfriend who you unfortunately love, here you were in his room, leaning on his chest as you both sat up, his arm was wrapped around with his hand patting your thigh, the room filled with chatter. Jack and Ruggie wanted to talk with Leona about new spell drive game, so they were in the room alongside you guys , and you honestly did NOT care, they were just like kids honestly, you just wanted sleep.

But suddenly a few slurred mutters could be heard from someone and it was NOT about spell drive. ��Leona so gentle in bed…. Needs to be more rough….zzz..” all talking ceased.

Jack looked horrified, Ruggie was processing what he had heard, Leona looked stunned too, his hand stopped patting your thigh to listen.

“Lots of stamina though… makes satisfed… happy…” you slurred out, your hands playing with eachother.

“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll leave… get Y/N the rest she needs… she seems tired… I’ll see you later guys.” Jack walked out flustered, now he knew many things about his house warden he never wanted to know, trauma is very real.

While Jack left with the burden of information, Leona smirked and pay you thigh, his previous confusion wiped away with amusement, “oh? You’re honest, c’mon, I wanna hear what i’m good at doll.”

meanwhile all this happened, Ruggie was laughing his ASS off, he was quaking, Leona questioned how he didn’t wake you up.

“Pfft- oh I never knew you were so soft!” Ruggie cackled between breaths, Leona looked like he was gonna strangle him again, “Maybe I am, now scram or no lunch money.” Leona threatened, oh and that threat WORKED, Ruggie was gone.

Leona looks at you fondly and broke into laughter alone as well, he pay your thigh one last time and ruffled your hair while you absolutely slumped, you were so surprising, it scared him, but it was one of his favorite things about you, never made him bored.

“You have guts in your sleep huh? Telling all our business to kiddos? I’ll have to hear more.” He spoke gently to you with a cocky smirk, but he knew you were tired, and it was pretty much his fault, so he picked you up and placed you on his bed, laying next to you and watched the sun glow on your skin in affection.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil did not approve of you staying up so late! You stayed up late, literally just because you were watching a movie and woke up like a zombie the next day, forgetting you had a test. So that happened.

Seeing this, Vil was upset that his lovely girlfriend was not taking care of herself and went into an obnoxious, but loving and worried rant about how sleeping is vital. But in the end, Vil couldn’t be too mad seeing your small, sleepy eyes and decided that would do your skincare and make you feel fresh, today was condicently the day where Vil had promised the freshmen’s to show them the steps and vitals traits in skincare, he asked if you were comfortable for being the subject and you said you didn’t care so sure!

so here you are, almost falling asleep every few seconds in a soft chair while Vils gentle hands applied product to your face, the room was filled with admiring freshmen, eager to learn from their guru, well, all expect Epel, but hey at least you were here, Rook also came along because of course he did.

While Vil explained why toner was a must-have in your skincare routine, he was interrupted by a exasperated voice, “Your fingers are so nice… so good… everywhere… in bedroom a lot…” you mumbled to Vil like you had forgotten there was a whole audience in the room. Vil’s face turned white

The freshmen gasped, probably their first time they’d been exposed to stuff considering they were all so proper, flutters of “How scandalous!” And “Vil’a fingers…” filling the room. Again though, not Epel, his jaw DROPPED, his expression a mix of amusement and pure terror. Of course, Rook was chuckling, "Oh comme c'est intéressant…” he commentated with an evil grin.

Vil’s cheeks were tinted pink, not knowing what to say, wow you actually made him shit up, good job, Epel would say that. In true honestly, Vil was more worried about you, he didn’t want anyone to make assumptions of you or him for that matter, he knew how kids were, no matter how much he whipped them into shape, they’re still dumb teenage boys.

“Haha my love is so silly, she really appreciates my back massages is all, it’s a trait that all of you should have, it’s very helpful to relax your body before bed and all.” That sounded more freaky somehow kinda?? But it filled the masses of freshmen with “Ohhhhs” and understanding, they commented on about how you were a little tired poor thing and needed rest, so it worked! Of course he did, he’s Vil! “Now now, I expect that all of you have taken note and will use all the references I have taught you in your daily life, so put them to use now and get some sleep all of you.” Vil stated in a firm voice, the freshmen nodded their heads and left, Epel knew damn well that was about no massages, and he was going to interrogate and tease you about it so beware. (Don’t worry you’ll just tell on him.)

Rook left giggling finally and Vil carried you over to his room, laying you to rest, he knew it wasn’t really your fault, he shouldn’t have picked on you when you were so tried, in all honestly, he would have liked what you said if it was in private, but he would discuss that with you later, he slowly kissed your forehead, you were so silly, “Goodnight meine liebe.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Game night is really fun! Not when it’s on a Sunday night thought because Sunday is FAKE. You stayed up all night to game with Lilia and some guy named Gloomurai, leaving you with laughs and joy at 8pm, but leaving you exhausted by 8am. Though today, you were having dinner with Malleus, Silver, Sebek and your beloved for a little family night!

So while the others distracted Lilia as best as possible with wild conversation and Sebek literally cracking his skull open, you finished cooking so no one died, of course, the boys helped you out when they snuck away.

But you were SO exhausted, and eating, wake, filling food really just made you want to pass out more, all of you were sitting and dining at the table, Malleus talking about how he found a hidden gargoyale in one of the schools pillars with a childish joy in his eyes, Sebek congratulating his liege, you and Lilia supporting his hobbies and Silver taking in the moment while he also fought to not land face first into his food like you.

You were muttering praises to Malleus while your fork slightly moved a little, your shoulder leaning on Lilia’s, but soon your mumbling took a turn.

“Lilia knows a lot too… so much… he knows how to work his tongue, fingers, di…” you thankfully drifted off.

Lilia was taken off guard, but soon his expression soon turned into loud laughter, he was slapping his knees, never in his 700 years of life! “Haha—! Infront of the kids wow!”

Malleus looked confused, he is surprisingly,but also unsurprisingly innocent. “Well yes, he has detected poisonous roots in dishes and has bore swords in many altercations with quite skillful precision, I agree with your statement, although, I am not aware of what this Di is.” Malleus commented with his hand on his chin.

more laughter erupted, oh my god this was bad but also not the worst thing ever?

“I ALSO WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE WITH YOU MY LIEGE ON THE HUMAN’S STATEMENT” Sebek declared proudly, crossing his arm over his heart

Silver was awoken with all the cacophony of laughter and Sebek. “Shush.” He gave Sebek a glare, which made him shut up.

“She’s sleeping, father please calm down as well, she needs rest.” Silver spoke calmly, finishing eating. In all honesty, Silver wasn’t asleep in that moment, your words woke him up, and unfortunately for him, he knew what you mean by your statement of muttered words. You hear a lot when people think you’re asleep and a quiet kid. But he chooses to act as if he didn’t hear it, thought there’s an audible twinge of embarrassment in his voice.

“Haha your right son. Alright you lot all best head to bed, you hear me? I’ll take care of the dishes and take Y/N to bed, clean the table.” Lilia said in a more mature voice, though he still had a sly grin on his face, everyone agreed and Lilia flew to his room with you in his arms, setting you on the bed. He looked down at you and pinched your cheek gently. “Cheeky.”

he smiled while covering you in a blanket, kissing the top of your head, you deserves that much. He’ll make sure to treat you to a hearty meal tommorow!

[artdcnaldson]

smutty patrick +art +reader request!!!! ->

smut where both patrick &y/n r dominant and are constantly competing against eachother with who makes art cum faster/moan louder LOL☺️☺️☺️ patrick is like a rougher dom and reader is softer and she keeps praising art while patrick IS SUCH A MEANIEEEEE but he also loves art too obv(and reader). UGH i love them

HEHEHEHE <3

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT!! Threesome ft. Dom!Patrick, Soft!Dom Reader, Sub!Art, handjob, blowjob, ruined orgasm

A/N: god tier request, truly. something possessed me when I wrote this

Art Donaldson had never looked prettier than he did in that moment. The thin sheen of sweat that made his skin glisten, the pretty flush that burned pink down to his chest.

His back was pressed to your chest, your arms wrapped around him soothingly. It was the perfect angle to watch all the ways Patrick was torturing your sweet boy.

His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath— each exhale shuddery and rough. You pet his hair, brushing soft curls out of his eyes.

“How are you, baby?” You asked softly, teasingly. “Is Patrick being too mean?”

He shook his head, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as Patrick’s hand moved faster and faster. A strangled moan slipped past his lips, eyes squeezing shut as Patrick brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m just doing what he asked,” Patrick said with a grin. The sounds of his hand was slick as it moved up and down on the blond’s cock.. “He wanted me to touch him, and I’m touching him.”

You pressed a soothing kiss to his jaw and grinned down at Patrick. The brunet was a co-conspirator in the agonizing, delicious torture you put Art’s poor body through. You were just nicer about it.

“Close,” Art whimpered, his lips spit slick and bitten pink. “I— fuck— I’m close”

Patrick smirked like the cat who got the cream, but you just ran a soothing hand over the plane of his chest, teasing his nipples, making him whine pitifully.

“Yeah, baby? You’re close, huh?” Your teeth tugged slightly at his earlobe and he moaned, loud and pretty. “Be polite and ask Patrick if you can cum.”

Patrick’s hand didn’t let up— slick and relentless. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and Art nearly sobbed.

“Please—“ was all Art could manage.

“Please, what, Donaldson? You’re a big boy, you know how to ask the right way.”

He groaned, shifting so he could squirm away from Patrick’s relentless touch. It was futile, though. Art was strong, but with your legs pinning his thighs and Patrick’s hand slung across the blond’s torso, all he could do was take it.

“Lemme cum— please let me cum,” he was practically begging, eyes shining with crocodile tears. It was so fucking cute. You wished your camera was nearby so you could’ve snapped a picture of how desperate he’d gotten.

Patrick met your gaze and smiled, like he’d just gotten the best fucking idea in the world. “Okay, baby,” he said in an unusually gentle voice. “You can cum.”

You could feel Art’s heart hammering against your palm, the surprise evident in his eyes.

“Hurry before Pat changes his mind, yeah?” You cooed in his ear. He nodded, face scrunched slightly as Patrick brought him closer and closer to finishing.

And god, Art could get loud. He had his tells here, just like in tennis. As soon as he went silent, you knew he was right on the precipice, ready to tumble over.

The second Art’s orgasm hit, Patrick moved his hand off of him completely. It was different than it usually was— Art was always messy. He’d shoot ropes of thick cum up to his chest, or his face if he was particularly backed up.

But then, he just whimpered pathetically as cum oozed out of his tip, leaving a puddle at the base of his cock. And— holy fuck— he stayed hard.

Art practically sobbed, his head lolling back against your shoulder. Tears of frustration welled in his pretty blue eyes. “What the fuck, Patrick?” He groaned pathetically.

“What the fuck did you do?” You asked with wide eyes.

Patrick sat back and shrugged, wearing a shit-eating grin. “I saw someone do it in a porn. He got to cum, he just didn’t get the good part.”

“Switch spots,” you said quickly. Patrick let you settle between Art’s thighs, eye level with his aching cock. It was red at the tip, aching for a real release.

When you wrapped a hand around him, he whimpered and squirmed in an attempt to escape the stimulation.

“You good, baby?” You asked, pressing your lips to his thigh.

Before Art could respond, Patrick sighed. “Stop babying him— he’s fine.”

You met Art’s gaze, and he gave a tiny nod. His chest was heaving as he drew breath after shaky breath.

The mess of cum surrounding his base made each slick pass of your hand sound pornographic. Almost as debauched as the whimpers and moans that were escaping Art’s lips.

“Mmm… fuck, fuck— ah!” Like a goddamn pornstar.

“Shhh… let me clean up the mess Patrick made, yeah?”

You pressed a soft kiss to his tip, and his thighs twitched with the need to buck into the warmth of your lips. Your mouth trailed down, peppering the hard length of him with wet, slow kisses. You could taste his release, salty on your tongue.

“Jesus, baby— please—“ Art, desperate and wanting, was your favorite thing in the world. Besides maybe Patrick, desperate and wanting in a completely opposite way.

“Quit whining, Art, or she’s gonna stop.” Patrick murmured in the blond’s ear. You could already see a collection of red spots on Art’s throat that would turn into bruises.

You definitely weren’t going to stop. You loved every single depraved noise you could wring out of him. You took mercy on him, easing his sensitive cock into the wet warmth of your mouth.

You’re too soft on him. He likes when you make him work for it. You could hear Patrick’s complaints already.

It didn’t matter. You liked taking care of your boy.

He pulsed against your tongue as you took him deeper, his thighs tensing where your hands rested against him. He bucked slightly, brushing the back of your throat. When you gagged around him, he made the same whimpery noise that he made on the tennis courts.

“Tell her thank you,” Patrick said in Art’s ear.

You moaned softly around Art’s length as you felt Patrick’s fingers grip onto your hair, guiding your mouth up and down, faster and faster.

“Art, I’ll make her stop. Say thank you.” Patrick’s voice was firm, no trace of any sympathy. The same way he’d bark corrections that Art needed to make when they practiced together.

“Thank you,“ Art gasped out, like it took all the effort in the world. Patrick used his free hand to rake his nails over Art’s abs, and the blond cried out and bucked into your throat. “Fuck—“

You knew he was close to finishing— still so pent up from the orgasm that Patrick had ruined for him. So sensitive that it wouldn’t take much more effort to have him spilling onto your tongue.

You pulled off slowly, jerking him off with slow, firm strokes. “You wanna cum, baby?” You asked, lips just brushing the sensitive head of his cock.

“Yes! God, need t’ cum so bad,” he cried, desperate and aching for release.

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ greedy, Art,” Patrick goaded. The hand that was in your hair had moved to your cheek, where he stroked along your skin sweetly. “You think you deserve it?”

“Yes, you asshole,” Art groaned. Patrick laughed, a smile spreading across his lips. You raised a brow, looking at the brunet expectantly for permission. He nodded and you smiled.

“Go on, baby, I’ve got you,” you said, hand moving faster. “I won’t be mean, I’ll let you get what you need.”

He cried out as he finished, painting your tongue with thick spurts of cum. You worked him through it, taking every drop he could offer you, until the feeling of your touch became too much.

“Don’t swallow, c’mere,” Patrick said. You joined him at the top of the bed, kissing him deeply, passing Art’s cum between your mouths with slow laves of your tongues against each other.

Art whined, reaching for your faces, wanting you to include him. Patrick leaned down, kissing him deeply, so he could taste the efforts of both of your attentions. You leaned in, tongue brushing Patrick’s, and Art’s, and you felt warmth flutter in your chest.

“You’re too nice to him,” Patrick said after he pulled away. “I would’ve made him beg for it.”

thank you for readinggggg <3 this was so fun to write 😁🩵

[lucydixon]

Lovers Lake

This is part 3 of a miniseries! You can find part one here

Summary: You and Eddie have a two-person party at Lover's Lake and get to know eachother better.

Eddie helped you climb onto the roof of the van and all but threw the six-pack up to you before pulling himself up after you while you shrieked with laughter.

“You gonna tell me what happened to your car yet?” he asked, cracking the top off one of the bottles with his teeth. 

“Jesus, Eddie. You’re gonna break your teeth doing that!” You exclaimed, grabbing the second bottle from him before he could do it again. 

“How else are we gonna open them?” He defended.

“You’re wearing rings!” You laughed, holding your hand out with an expectant look. 

Unsure what you wanted, he gave you his hand with a furrowed brow. 

You plucked one of his rings off and slipped it over your middle finger.

Eddie watched in awe as you slipped the cap between your finger and the ring and popped it off. 

“See?” You pressed the ring back into his palm and smiled. “Can’t believe you’ve still got all your teeth.” 

You took a sip and grimaced. 

“This is terrible.” 

He laughed, and you were starting to think that it was becoming your favourite sound in the world. 

The two of you laid on your backs, side by side with a good couple of feet between you on the roof of his van for hours, talking about any and everything.

You were down to the last two beers and were having the time of your lives. 

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you keep dodging the car question.” He leaned back and propped himself up on one elbow. 

“It’s embarrassing!” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. 

“Now you have to tell me!” He nudged your leg with his boot. “C’mon, Sweetheart, you just watched me geek out for hours. Level the playing field.” 

“Okay, fine,” you sighed, peeking through your fingers. “You can’t laugh, though.” 

“If you have to ask me not to laugh, I’m definitely gonna laugh.” Eddie chuckled. 

“You’re already laughing and I haven’t started yet!” You huffed, but there was no bite to it. 

“I pinky swear that I will try very hard not to laugh.” He held out his pinky to you. 

You sighed dramatically and hooked your pinky in his, trying to ignore the way your skin tingled where it made contact. 

“It’s at the bottom of the lake.” You mumbled, glancing over at the water. 

“Huh?” He frowned. 

“My car,” You cleared your throat, “It’s in the lake.” 

“This lake?” He pointed, and you could see that he was trying so hard not to laugh. 

“So when you say it was removed from your possession…” 

“I left it in Neutral and it rolled into the water.” You nodded solemnly with burning cheeks. 

His cheeks twitched, and he made a choking sound. 

“Can I please laugh?” He managed to get out, sounding like he was being strangled. 

“You have one minute.” You conceded. 

And he used it. 

Eddie laughed so hard that you couldn’t help but laugh too. 

“Am I allowed to ask follow-up questions?” He was still laughing. 

“You can have two.” You chuckled. 

“Okay.” He took a deep breath, and it came out shaky. “When did this happen?” 

“Last week.”

“And what did your parents say when you came home without it?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, like you didn’t know how to answer his question, and his brows pulled together. 

“My dad hasn’t noticed yet.” Is what you settled for. 

“Think he’s gonna be pissed when he does?” He watched you carefully, full of questions, but acutely aware he’d struck some kind of chord by bringing up your family. 

You just shrugged and took a big sip of your drink. 

“So,” You changed the subject. “You take all the girls out here and woo them with warm beer?” 

“All the girls?” He scoffed, “Sweetheart, you’re the only girl who’s ever been within a hundred yards of this hunk of rust.” He patted the roof of the van affectionately, trying not to let it show on his face just how embarrassed he was to admit it. 

“Really?” Your brows shot up in surprise. 

You looked genuinely shocked, and he couldn’t understand why. 

“I’m on my third attempt at senior year.” He reminded you flatly, “I’m a freak, and a massive dork. So, no. There’s never been a lineup of girls fawning over me.” 

“You’re not a freak,” you told him like you truly believed it. “A dork, sure. But, I think that any girl who says you aren’t attractive is a fucking liar” 

He just blinked at you for a few seconds before clearing his throat. 

“What about you?” He asked, looking out at the water, “I’m sure you’ve got a long list of suitors begging for your attention.” 

“I wouldn’t know.” You shrugged. “I told you, I’ve had my eye on one guy all year. I don’t pay attention to anyone else.” 

His eyes snapped over to meet your gaze, searching for an ounce of a lie, and found nothing.  

“I would never bring anyone else up here.” He blurted, “Never even thought about it until tonight.” 

“Careful, Munson.” You cracked a playful smile. “Keep talking like that and I’ll start thinking I’m special.” 

“You are.” He said immediately, despite his burning cheeks “You’re kind of really fucking cool, you know.” 

You weren’t sure how much longer you could go without throwing yourself at him if he kept talking like that. It had been a bit of a relief to hear that he had about as much relationship experience as you did. All this time, you’d thought that he was some sex god who’d been with women so beautiful that you’d never compare. 

You weren’t really sure how to make a move, or how to signal that you wanted him to. You thought you’d made your flirting obvious enough, but were pretty sure that he wasn’t fully absorbing just how badly you wanted him. 

An idea popped into your head, and you quickly downed what was left of your beer. 

“Wanna play spin the bottle?” You proposed, waving the empty bottle in his face, laughing when he swatted it away with a bewildered look. 

“What?” he breathed, “but there are only two of us?” 

“Yep.” 

“Stop fucking around.” 

“I’m not fucking around, you dork.” You laughed, tugging his hand. “I mean it.” 

“Really?” his eyes widened slightly, and he scrambled to crawl towards you despite the disbelief in his tone. “You wanna kiss me?” 

“Very much.” A little smirk settled on your face. “Desperately, really. It’s pitiful.” 

“You could never be pitiful.” His hand reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear, then cradled your chin, tilting your head back slightly. 

“Seriously?” He felt the need to ask one more time. 

“Just shut up and kiss me, Munson,” you chuckled, leaning in a little further. 

And he did. 

It was a little clumsy at first. The pace was wrong, and neither of you seemed to really know what you were doing, but after a few seconds of fumbling, your lips slotted together and started to move in sync. 

Hesitant hands wound themselves into hair and rested on hips until the two of you were clinging to one another, desperate to get as close as possible. It was a little awkward trying to make out while sitting on the roof, so you laid back and pulled him down with you. 

Eddie groaned into your mouth pathetically, unable to believe what was happening. At no point had he thought that his night would go like this. He hoped that you’d maybe let him kiss you when he dropped you off at home, but here you were, kissing him so hard it was making his head spin. 

You were rolling around so much that at one point, you almost pitched right over the edge. 

He kept an arm wrapped around your waist and held you tightly, shuffling over to the middle of the roof while the two of you caught your breath, clearly a little startled by the almost-tumble into the dirt. 

“Shit.” he panted, resting his chin on the top of your head as he clutched you tightly to his chest. “That was…” 

“Really fucking good.” you finished for him with a breathy laugh. 

“God, I can’t believe that just happened.” He muttered softly, as if he meant to think it instead of saying it out loud. “Holy shit.” 

“You’re a really good kisser.” He said louder after a moment, “Like, criminally good.” 

“Am I?” You sounded surprised.

“Uh, yeah!” He looked down at you like you were crazy. “Nobody’s ever told you that before?”

“Oh,” you grimaced, hiding your very pink face in his chest, “I’ve never actually-”

“Hold on,” He stopped you, eyes wide with disbelief as he tried to coax you out of hiding. “Are you about to tell me that was your first kiss?” 

“Not really.” You groaned, “I’ve been kissed before, just not like that.” 

“Like what?” You could hear the slight amusement in his voice. 

“Like more than just a peck on the lips.” You admitted, still buried in his chest. “Jesus Christ, this is so embarrassing.” 

“Sweetheart.” Eddie nudged you gently. “Look at me.” 

“Please?” 

You sighed dramatically and propped yourself up onto your elbows, pouting cutely. 

He got distracted for a moment by your bottom lip and pictured biting it. After a few seconds, he shook the thoughts out of his head and looked at you. 

“That was my first kiss,” He confessed, pink-cheeked, but serious, “Like at all.” 

“Really?” You squinted at him. “Then how do you know I’m a good kisser?” 

It was quiet for a second before you both burst into laughter. 

Part 4

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Tag request: @walleloveseve @farrowroyale @givemiacookie @jeangeniex @cheesesandwichsanto

[misshugs]

The Cameragirl || snc

You've been Sam and Colby's cameragirl for some time now. Usually, nothing too crazy happened to you in most investigations, but this time...

warnings: paranormal activity, reader getting attacked, near death experience, strangling(?), cursing, angst?

a/n: took a bit of inspo after watching the boys' video of the asylum, but nothing exactly like it. just the fact that the place is an asylum

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

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As they were making their iconic intro and explaining what this new place was about, you made sure to have a sturdy pulse whilst filming them.

"Today, it's just me, Sam and our lovely cameragirl, Y/n." Colby said, letting you shift the camera towards your face and smile at it.

"Hello there." You said, making sure your face was extremely close to the camera, merely because it has become your way of introducing yourself.

"And since it's only us today like the good old days, we decided to make something fun. ALL of us." Sam explained to the camera and smirked, looking directly at you.

You batted your eyes, looking at them while they kept on smiling menancingly at you. "This wasn't a part of the contract." You said, gaining a laugh from both of them.

You zoomed onto his face and began talking with this soft, almost narrative voice. A voice you very well knew they enjoyed. "What is this oh so fun idea you seem to be hyping about, mr. Golbach?"

"Why thank you for asking." Sam nodded slightly, moving his attention towards the camera. "The three of us are gonna do a little challenge tonight." He clapped his hands together as you began unzooming the camera, putting Colby back on frame.

"That's right, we're going to walk alone, lights out throughout some of the most haunted corridors from this place." Colby continued. "The owners of this place told us it gets freaky when people are alone, so we thought this might get us some good activity."

"We have some cameras with nightvision but we're not gonna see shit." Sam added, "After a while, we all should find our way back to the main lobby."

"So stay until the end to see how that's gonna turn out." Colby says, getting close to the camera before covering it with his hand, making you stop the recording for the cut.

"That was pretty good." You said, looking at the video slightly.

"You're still good with the challenge, right?" Sam asked, looking at you. You scoffed.

"Please. I wouldn't have come if I wasn't sure about it. Remember you told me about it before the video?"

"I know, I know. Just making sure, you know how I am." He laughs. "Wouldn't want you to do something you're not comfortable with."

"You're saying that like we haven't known eachother for how long?"

He chuckles. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Alright, so since we're all settled, should we start right away?" Colby chimed in, looking at both of you.

"Not yet. This place has some good cinematic potential, lemme cook first." You said, looking around with your flashlight.

"Aight, we'll let you do your thing, I'll go ahead and look for the equipment." Colby said.

"Oh, shoot. I forgot to ask the owners about something." Sam said, taking out his phone.

"Go out with Colby, I'll be here waiting." You said, fixing back your camera to start recording.

"Alone?" They both asked, looking at eachother and then at you.

"I do my best work alone, gentlemen. You know that." You begin walking towards the shadiest corridor you've seen in your life, without even looking back.

"Oh wow. Fearless. She's trying to do the challenge before us." Colby laughed.

"Alright, I'll be super quick. If anything happens, just yell. As loud as you can." Sam said, smiling.

"Copy that." You laughed.

In the blink of an eye, you were left alone. You were used to these type of things, so it didn't bother you much. You've somehow become numb to all of this paranormal adventuring.

And that was one of the main reasons why you liked to take control of the camera, since you were able to keep your cool in stressful situations, making it easier for the viewers later on.

Plus, you didn't know how to act on camera and they were the professionals... allegedly.

Whenever something odd happened, you made sure to try and record as much as you could, in the best angles possible. You liked to joke around and call yourself a professional in your craft, although sometimes it wasn't even a joke.

You were passionate about it. The videos and the ghosts, it was only natural to try and do more, risk yourself to do something more interesting and outgoing.

That's a piece of yourself they loved about you. You were simply a perfect match in their combo.

As you began to do your cinematic, you began to have shivers. A sudden draft of air passing through you, as if a window suddenly opened.

Looking around, there was no possible way of that happening. You were in the middle of the corridor, absolutely no chance of an air draft simply passing through so randomly.

You thought it might've been a bit odd, but nothing you haven't felt before anyways. While you kept on making some videos, an eerie feeling of someone watching crossed over your spine.

The sensation of a presence slowly getting closer to you behind your back.

Almost feeling the heat of another person behind you, towering over you.

Hurriedly looking back, you were met with Sam's hand almost touching your shoulder. He stopped midway, knowing he got caught trying to scare you. "You bitch." You spit out, making him laugh.

"Damn it!" He said mid laugher. "I was so quiet this time, how do you always seem to know?"

"I can feel you lurking closer, you stalker." You looked away from his gaze, trying to ignore the thoughts of his pretty face. You began walking back to where he came from, meeting Colby in the process.

"I'm not a stalker, if anything, I'm protecting."

"Quietly from the shadows, sounds like a stalker to me, but you do you." You smiled softly, looking at the confused Colby.

"I left for a second, what did I miss?"

"Stalker behavior, nothing else." You said, putting your camera up again and ready to record.

Colby shook his head from side to side, already being on your side of the story without even asking further questions. "I can't believe you brother."

"Wha- it wasn't-..." Sam sighed, defeated. He knew you were joking, so he wasn't going to win anyways.

You laughed and pointed the camera at them. "Ready when you are." They nodded and you began to record.

"So as you can see, in our hands we have some devices that we'll scatter throughout this first room. If you've been here before, you'll probably be familiar, but if you haven't, these are basically some motion censor devices that will let us know if something walks infront of it." Colby explained, turning one of the devices on and showing to the camera how it worked.

As they organized everything, the REM-POD immediately began beeping. "Oh, shit. That's the rem pod." Sam said, stopping on its tracks. "That was the temperature dropping."

You made sure the camera caught that as you got closer to it. "Oh fuck. I was feeling a bit cold since we got here." Colby added. "Alright. I think we're ready."

"Okay. If there's any spirit around that would like to communicate with us, we would like for you to use any of these devices we've put up for you." Sam started, as you made sure to get far enough from everything for the shot.

"You can touch these lights on the floor, or maybe this device I have on my hand." Colby continued, pointing towards the EMF reader. "We mean no harm, we'd just like to talk to someone."

A couple of seconds passed, looking around, waiting for something to happen.

"Maybe they don't want..." Sam began, before getting interrupted by the REM-POD beeping, making you hurriedly move your camera angle. "Oop. Nevermind. Thank you very much. Can you do that again if you're here with us? To let us know it wasn't something else?"

Silence filled the room for a while, before the device started to beep once again.

Excited, they began asking questions to this entity, expecting for it to be somewhat intelligent enough to give answers back.

Luckily, it was. It seemed to be someone that died inside the asylum, a woman. Curious about the story of this woman, they kept on asking questions. Some of them being answered, others being completely ignored.

Asides from the constant beep from their device, you heard a knock coming from one of the corridors. Quickly looking around, they stopped talking. "What?" Colby asked.

"Heard something." You whispered. The room went silent, followed by what sounded like footsteps getting closer. You turn the camera back at them and their faces were shocked.

"Holy fuck." Sam whispered.

"That was like... thumps. We're the only ones here, right?" Colby asked him.

"Yeah, we're supposed to be." Sam says, walking towards the place they heard the sound, quietly. You followed close behind. "Hello?"

Nothing. They kept on looking around, searching and at the same time waiting for something else to happen. "There's no one here." Colby says. "But that was clear as day."

"Super clear, the camera must've have heard that, for sure." Sam said, looking at you as you nodded. "That was crazy."

"Yeah, let's try something else but closer to this area, maybe it's more active." Colby said, and all of you nodded.

A couple of minutes later, and you were all set up. This time around, they turned on a spirit box to try and communicate better.

The idea was to first use it as normal, then for Colby to do the Estes Method.

And so, the spirits began to talk.

"What's this." It spat out. Colby and Sam looked at eachother, smiling.

"Hello, this is a spirit box, you can use it to communicate with us. Would you mind telling us who you are?" Sam said, looking around.

"Hello?"

"Hi, hello." Colby responded. "Who are we talking to."

"I'm scared."

"Scared? Scared of what?" Colby asked, furrowing his eyebrows whilst looking at the camera.

"Behind you."

They quickly looked behind them. "Oh, fuck. I hate that." Colby said, as you smiled at their gestures.

It quickly faded away when you felt the familiar presence of someone behind you.

Heart racing, you looked around for a second, but there was nothing there. It didn't mean the feeling went away, though.

"Monster. Care..." It seemed the audio cut before finishing the whole word.

"Monster... care?" Sam asked, confused.

"Or maybe it meant careful? Like, careful of the monster?" Colby questioned.

"It would make sense. What monster are you talking about? Is it harming you? Are you scared of this monster... or... person?"

It took a while before responding. Last thing it said, before a screech filled the radio was... "Run."

Quickly, they turned it off. They looked at eachother. "That was terrifying." Colby said. Sam nodded and sighed.

"Let's try and look around for some other place. This doesn't feel safe." Sam said and everyone agreed.

For the past hour of recording, moving around and joking here and there, you felt a bit uncomfortable. Usually, you weren't the type to get scared over the paranormal, but this place felt more eerie than usual.

You heartbeat has been increasing slowly, as well as a slight pain in your chest that quickly faded. You felt watched.

There was a point where you even felt slightly touched, quickly warning the boys about it.

Due to this, they almost discarted the idea completely, thinking you might be getting targeted, scared that it might do something to you. It took you a couple of minutes of convincing them to keep on recording before the conversation was dismissed.

You tried to brush it all off, as 'something you've felt before', but deep down you were really anxious about it. Perhaps it made you feel better to think about it being just the nerves.

But you weren't the type of person to feel these nerves for no reason.

"Hey, you good?" Colby touched your shoulder and whispered to you, noticing you seemed a bit weird. "You seem out of it today."

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just zoning out."

"Yeah, I noticed." He chuckled, looking into your eyes. "You sure you're okay though?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly concerned. "You don't look well."

"What? Do I look like a ghost to you?" You asked, smiling, which quickly made him show that gorgeous smile you loved.

"More like you've seen one." You shook your head.

"I'm fine. I've just seen some shadows running in the corners of my eye, but nothing too big to point out."

He batted his eyes. "You've what?"

"Calm down, you know I see those things all the time. It's nothing new." Half of it was true. The other half, well... there was a chance you might've seen a whole figure standing close to a doorframe, but you felt your imagination was tricking you too much tonight, so you didn't say anything.

You weren't a psychic or a medium or something close to it anyways. If anything, you'd probably consider it more like a hallucination due to the constant lack of sleep you've been having lately.

"I know, I know, but still. You could tell us about it, you know? Maybe we all see the same thing you do and since you don't point it out, we don't notice."

You rolled your eyes playfully. You were about to say something, but a breeze passed through your ear, a soft whisper saying "Come play."

You jumped, covering your ear and walking closer to Colby. "Shit." You whispered.

Confused, he held your shoulders. "What? What? You heard something?" His worry was enough for Sam to stop setting the cameras up and walk closer.

"What happened?" He asked. You looked around where you were standing.

"Did you guys not hear that?" You asked, the shook their heads. "I heard something like... right next to me." When you said that, Sam began recording once again.

"Alright, so... apparently Y/n just heard something right next to her." He began explaining to the camera, pointing it at you.

"It was like a whisper, it.. uh... it just said 'come play', like, the creepiest shit you can say. I even felt the air on my ear, that shit made me jump." You tried laughing about it to not let the mood down, but it wasn't working much.

"Although I really want to, maybe we shouldn't do the challenge." Colby said, looking at Sam straight in the eyes, genuinely worried.

"Guys. Come on. Don't back down when we're this close." You said. "We're basically done for tonight, this is the last thing we're doing and we're out, right?"

"...yeah." Sam whispered. "Let's..." He sighed. "Let's do it. Just like she said, we walk through the corridor and come back straight away."

Althought skeptical, Colby nodded. "Fine. Let's hurry up then. The quicker we begin, the quicker we're leaving this place."

And so, everyone held their cameras and said their goodbyes. The three of you went through your respective corridors and began walking, alone, with no light.

"Alright guys. I'm not good at, like, talking to the camera but I'll try." You sighed, pointing the camera at your face while slowly walking the dark corridor.

"Honestly? I'm usually not as creeped out when we come to places like this, but this one is like... up there. It's giving me the chills, making me paranoid, I feel like I'm... seeing thing. Or maybe I'm just sleep deprived. That's... that's also an option now that I think about it."

Looking around with the camera, although it's absolutely useless, you started feeling out of breath. Almost as if the air didn't reach your lungs anymore. "It feels... hard to breathe." You took a deep inhale and shakily exhaled.

You gulped, your throat suddenly feeling dry as the lack of oxygen was evident.

"I'm just gonna walk... faster. I wanna get this over with..." And so, you did. But the further away you got, the worse it all felt. You felt your vision starting to get blurry although you could barely see anything.

You paused as your vision began to get used to the darkness.

At the end of the corridor, what you could shape out like a human figure was standing there. Seemingly the same one you barely saw before.

This time, it didn't seem to go away.

You were also alone.

Unable to breathe.

You don't know when it started, but you were unable to breathe properly. You choked, trying to regain yourself from the feeling.

Your neck feeling tight, your stomach hurting at the sudden feeling.

Putting your hands on your neck, you coulnd't feel anything that would make you feel this way. You started to get worried.

You felt as if you were being choked. You tried to scream, but all that you could spat out from your lips was a soft, quiet, 'help'.

Trying to turn around and walk back, you saw the figure again and got scared, falling towards the floor. You coughed for air, sucking back as much as you could but being unable to.

Leaving the camera behind, you tried to crawl back to where you came from, but the lack of circulation on your body failed you as you coulnd't handle it anymore.

Your body falling on the floor, the camera seemingly recording your movements come to a halt.

Your eyes closing, leaving you unconscious.

It didn't take long before Sam and Colby got back to the lobby. Waiting for you, something seemed off.

They knew the corridor wasn't as long as theirs. You should've been the first one out by that logic. They've been waiting long enough and they were starting to get worried.

Even though the concept of the challenge was to be alone in the darkness, the idea of you being in trouble was too much to bare.

Heck, even if you were pranking them, the anxiety of you not coming back on time was driving them insane, they were ready for a scare if it had to come to that.

But the scare they were expecting wasn't the one they got.

Minutes of walking and calling out your name came to a stop when they saw you on the floor.

Hurriedly, they ran towards you and fell to the floor, yelling out your name. "This isn't funny, Y/n!" Sam yelled, moving your body, only to notice how cold you felt. His heart sank.

"Y/n, come on!" Colby said, putting himself on the other side, looking at Sam. The color from his face was gone when he felt her body. Colby, worried, touched your body and understood why he looked that way. "Oh, fuck. Fuck!"

Throwing the camera to the side, Colby quickly checked your pulse. "Sam. Call 911. This is serious." You still had a pulse, but you weren't breathing. First thing that came to his mind was CPR.

While Sam began to call, Colby was trying as hard as he could to help out. He began doing mouth to mouth, trying to bring some oxygen back to your lungs.

Tears streaming down both of their faces. Colby started making compressions to your chest, while Sam was talking to the 911 dispatcher and using the flashlight to illuminate Colby.

Luckily, they weren't too late. You began to cough and moved to the side to spit out some saliva. You breathed heavily and both of the guys sighed in relief.

As you tried to catch your breath, they softly held you up in place while your color came back to you. You blinked a couple of times, adjusting your view to your surroundings.

When you looked at them, they hugged you tight. "Fuck..." Sam whispered. "Let's get the fuck out of here right now." He held you softly and helped you out, as Colby grabbed all of the cameras.

It was hard for you to walk. It felt as if a ton of weight was keeping you from even standing up. It felt as if your limbs went numb, the lack of oxygen probably acting up.

Sam noticed, and didn't hesitate on holding you up and putting you on his back so that you could rest. They began walking as fast as they could, reassuring you that you will be fine.

You were focused on getting your breath back while listening to them scream at the spirits.

"You are not allowed to follow us home." Listening to Colby talk like this, while taking all of the equipment made you feel light. You started moving your arms and made sure to hold onto Sam, closing your eyes.

"You'll be okay. We're leaving." Sam reassured you, waiting for Colby to grab everything and get out of there in a rush.

After the police arrived and handed you an oxygen mask, you started feeling much better. You had some marks on your neck, like some hands were just squishing the air out of you.

Your body... at first, you could even see your veins pop out of your legs because of your lack of color. The poor circulation that ran through your body for a couple of minutes really drove your body to its limit somehow.

It took you a while to be able to stand on your two feet again, but before the police left you could walk on your own just fine. Sam and Colby however still managed to help you out.

"Let's head back home." Sam whispered to you. You nodded slightly and tried to walk on your own, only to be held up by Colby.

"Don't force yourself right now. You need some rest." He said, taking you back to the car. Your face having a rush of blood because of the gesture.

"I... I can walk."

"Let us do this. Please. It's too much already that you fainted right when we weren't with you." Sam said, looking at you, your heart racing at the look of his blue eyes upon you. You gulped.

"...f..fine." You said, resting your head on Colby's chest, making him smile.

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part two is up!! the link is in the beginning! <3

thanks for reading all the way! likes, comments and requests are much appreciated.

-nikkõ

[seasasyan]

Imagine the first years inevitably finding out about Ace's crush and the ensuing chaos of Ace doing his best to keep them from spilling the beans. Maybe Jack and Epel have the common decency to not be so obvious outside of side-eying you two.

Sebek is his usual overzealous self when *demanding* that Ace follow the 'proper' courting rituals while Ace does his best not to go into cardiac arrest.

Ortho thinks it's the most entertaining thing ever and is happy to egg Ace on. Much to his dismay. (Also Ortho might be filming everything to save for the 'inevitable' wedding/showing it to Idia)

Deuce is dropping the most atomically obvious hints ever to you and Ace does his best to strangle him from 5 feet away.

OMG i loved this so much

ok imagine ace wasn't going to talk about your crush with the group at all but ortho of course noticed the way he acts around you, trying to make you laugh more or the way his smile brightens when you talk to him and pointed it out while they were all together

deuce was completely dumbfounded because he had no idea (he's a little dense like that) and is now bombarding ace of questions such as when did his infatuation with you started or when was he planning to confess, he declares himself his wingman and will do anything in his power to get you to to be together

sebek tries to push him into actually courting you like a real gentleman would do while yelling in his ear suggesting romantic places he could take you out at or the top 5 most beautiful flowers to give you, all that screaming definitely got him almost caught by you multiple times

epel and jack are completely chill, they don't breath down his neck like deuce and sebek do but they always offer up to help him if he ever wants to make a move on you, epel WILL laugh at him if he does or says something embarassing in front of you while jack face slap himself mentally

OKAY WHAT IF you randomly confess to them that you like ace too but you're not sure if he reciprocates so now they're biting their nails because both of you are so obvious to eachother is so painful to look at they have to set you guys up themselves

overall they all cheer for both of you and are your number one supporters ❤️

(they bet on who's confessing first)

[stanart4clearskin]

Hi, can I request an art x reader where they get into an arguement and they give eachother the silent treatment for days until art misses reader so much that he starts begging reader to forgive him? Totally okay if you can't btw!

a/n: i desperately need a whiney pathetic man in my life ugh

art knows that he’s being stubborn. he had totally blown your guys’ argument out of proportion but he can’t help it. once he has an idea in his head, he digs his feet into the ground and refuses to budge. the two of you had been discussing whether or not you thought summer was the villain in 500 days of summer. you were adamant that both tom and summer had been in the wrong but art was convinced that tom was the victim. it had first started out as silly banter but you had started to get upset when art refused to see your point of view. he knew in the moment that he should just try to hear you out but he’s stubborn. 

after art left your dorm that night, you refused to answer any of his texts and if you were going to be that way, so could he. for nearly a week the two of you stopped communicating completely. there were no texts, no dorm visits, and no phone calls. the longer the two of you didn’t talk, the antsier art got. every time he saw you around campus he itched to go over and kiss you stupid but he knew you wouldn’t want that. by the time it was a little bit over a week, art was sick of it. he had to see you and he didn’t care if you didn’t want to see him. 

after tennis practice he stormed over to your dorm and knocked relentlessly on the door. he knew you were in there and he wouldn’t leave until you talked to him. 

“please baby.” he all but whines and his fists relentlessly hit the wood. “this whole thing is stupid and i miss you. are you really going to ignore me forever?”

he is greeted with silence and he wants to strangle himself. after nearly half an hour of him pounding on your door, you finally let him into your dorm but you still don’t talk to him. 

“angel.” he whines as he sits on the floor in front of you as you sit on the couch. “please i’m sorry for not trying to hear you out.” 

his arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face into your thighs. art inhales and feels like he’s in heaven. “please forgive me baby.” he punctuates each word with a kiss against your skin. he knows you’re close to caving when your hands card through his curls. 

he gently pries your legs apart with a nudge of his head. his lips brush against your inner thighs before he nuzzles his nose against your panties. “i missed you so so much.” he hums, taking in another deep breath like you’re a scented candle.

you let out a dramatic sigh and gently tug on his curls so that he’s looking up at you. “i missed you too.”

art’s face breaks out into a smile before he’s eagerly tugging at the edge of your panties. within no time he has your thighs around his face while he eats you like you’re his last meal before death row.

[ejundo]

Do u think maby you could do an outgoing reader and a quiet introverted guy who's a huge secret perv there friends and reader finds out his 'shy' friend isn't so shy~♡ (top m charecter, bott m reader) - (love Ur writing!)

outgoing bttm m reader x top shy giant charac

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a.n : hai!! apologies for not answering to everyones request.. finals r kicking my ass… but i thought this would be a good drabble (saw the request while witth my friends.. almost screamed.) and THANK YEWE for the compliment my dear! ALSO THANKS FOR 500 (almost 600) FOLLOWERS?? ILY ALL!! <3

laughter filled the room , and that laughter was coming from you, arms wrapped around the victim. his gaze averted but small laughs left his lips ‘it wasnt— that funny..’ he mumbled as he watched your beautiful eyes. the shadows contouring your face perfectly as the sun set, casting a glow to your features . fuck

‘oh come on!!! it was pretty funny… you cant even lie t’me” pulling away, you looked back at your packed lunch. ‘ooh!! we should hang out today— or have a sleepover! theres no school tmrw remember?’ suggesting while grinning , your hands wrapped around the metal container. ‘mmm… maybe i mean ill have too see..’ he was appalled, he was so excited he was gonna strangle the next person he saw… not you though. pulling out his phone to seem busy you looked away from him as you ate the last remaining pieces of food.

‘shouldnt be busy today. your house?’

‘duhhh!!! and yay! we could play video games and watch that one movie that came out—‘

‘mhmm, im down. ‘

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the sound of the door bell ringing quickly caught your attention, racing to the door you dropped all blankets needed for the sleepover.

the door swung open the cold air entering the home making you shiver though sigh in relief as it freed the warm hot air. ‘haiii! glad ya got here safe, ooh-! i made us some snacks, and then some store bought food on the table in my living room— you can. settle down your stuff up in my bedroom’ you explained quickly as you practically rushed to be by the others side. his hands fiddled with eachother while your warmth embraced him , arm wrapping around his bicep.

"hope you didn't have too much trouble coming here- you can settle down on the couch while i get my blanket from upstairs! then we can watch that movie and uhh! sleep? or play games!!" you suggested moving away from him, he watched your every move, the way you carried yourself up the stiars settling himself on your couch. the house was cozy, it was cold aswell.. just how you liked it.

it even smelled like you, the scent invaded his nostrils calming him, his head was thrown back as he relaxed in ur smell. eyes closed, though the shuffling of your feet and blankets dragging against the floor caught his attention as he awoke and stared at you "need help?" he asked, shaking your head you threw the blankets onto the couch- well onto him..

throwing yourself onto the couch you snuggled the cold blankets ontop of him. he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, "what movie were you talking about?" "you'll see! i think it may be a horror movie- its rated r" "so you don't know for sure what it would be?" shaking your head you got off him and grabbed the remote. he took that time to sit up and lay the blanket out.

your hands grazed the remote before heading over to the streaming site, scrolling through to find the movie. once found, pressed the button and rushed onto the couch jumping onto the other, yelping in surprise he only held you. "cuddle?" he asked softly, you nodded your head frantically. I mean.. it was normal to cuddle your homies right? thought so.

.

his heavy breathing and your calm breaths. eyes tuck to the screen, but it seemed as if your were the only one paying attention.

your warm body held by the arms of the boy infront of you. he gulped softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, oblivious as to what you were doing. your body pressed up against him, and his growing hard on.

you had noticed- but it was normal for people to get hard.. but fuck he just couldn't contain himself. the way your bodies collided, how you unintentionally rubbed his cock with your inner thigh. his hips bucked into your thigh before he let out a long sigh.

"fuck, im gonna go to the bathroom.." you looked at him and tilted your head "oh alright ill pause the movie." getting up your sat up and leaned over grabbing the remote before completely getting off him. the view presented infront of you surprising you, his flushed cheeks and his hard dick pressing against his sweats. blinking rapidly you stared at the obvious hard on. . noticing your gaze, his member twitched. "stop . . don't look" he mumbled embarrassed.

but he only lied. he wanted you to look, he didn't try covering it up. thats when you came to conclusion. "ah!- . . you- did i ? do that to you.." it throbbed.

"shit . . ." he mumbled throwing his head back. " look i don't mind . . i just didn't think-" you flushed at the thought he even- got hard because of you. "i actually.. i invited you here just. for you know.."

his eyes widened, feeling embarrassed you covered your face thinking he was gonna call you weird... but when you looked at him, a smirk was placed on his lips.

he reached out grabbing your wrist as he pulled you ontop, legs straddling his sides. " y'dont know how long ive been wanting to fuck you..." your heart pounded in your chest. "are you-" interrupted as he pulled you into a kiss, his rough lips pressed against your soft ones. a moan leaving his lips as his tongue grazed your bottom lip.

allowing entrance, both tongues dancing in a rhythm. relaxing in his grasp, he pulled away looking at your now disheveled look. the way your pajamas fell loosely down your shoulder, your throbbing cock pushing against your pants. "matching boners.. cute. except mines bigger." he mumbled he reached down grabbing your dick and pressing it against his own. comparing the two.

he wasn't wrong.. yours was smaller compared to his girthy one. "ive been waiting for this y.n.." the way your name sounded rolling off his tongue was sweet like honey, his large hand trailed to slip your pants down revealing your throbbing member following behind he whipped it out practically jumpscaring you. the wet tip looking at you .

"c mon baby." he mumbled eyes low as he watched your eyes, oh how hungry you looked. " dont be shy darlin" he mumbled his hands trailing up your body, hands resting at your hips rubbing gentle circles. your breathing heaved as you trailed down , face met with his girth. licking your lips, your tongue licked his tip as if it was your last meal, getting comfortable your lips wrapped around his cock. sucking on the tip , leaking precum onto your soft tongue he audibly groaned moans spilling out from him. "fuck why are you so good at this shit..." he grumbled, a large hand gripping onto the back of your head slightly edging you to go on further. and further you went, reaching the back of your throat you took it.

moaning at the sight he grinned messily biting his lip. "atta boy.." he hummed.

with one hand, you wrapped it around with whatever you couldn't take stroking it gently while your free hand prepped your hole, moaning into his dick, he pressed his lips together with hazy eyes he pulled your head away. "mngh.." you moaned , staring into his eyes as you fingered yourself open. he grabbed your hips pulling you closer , you laid your head against his chest, whining as he pulled your hand away. "i wanna fuck your tiny hole.." he hummed into your ear, feeling the tip of his girthy cock align with your slick he pushed up. causing you to twitch you gripped onto his shirt sinking down onto his length.

"fnh! hmmnhahnh" smiling at your dazed face held your hips, fucking into you gently as he watched your head nuzzle his chest. "lemme see your face." though your eyes only looked up at him , feeling his dick throb inside of you.

by then he was fully in, your tight warm walls huggin his yummy large cock. his eyes staring at you lovingly, hungry. hands gripped onto your hips, he used you as if you were a fleshlight. moans spilling out drool leaking from your lips as your eyes stared up at him. "your- funhck.. beautiful."

"gonnhacuhm.." you moaned into his chest, your juice leaking onto his shirt, staining it as you twitched reaching your climax, not far behind he held you down as he came inside of you.

the both of you moaning in pure bliss.. head thrown back you held onto him.

"ill fuck you better next time.." he mumbled, pulling out of you as his warm cum leaked out of you.

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a/n : i finished a request yayyayayayy!!! another one cummin soon sooo be prepared guys!! (,,>ヮ<,,)!

[brairslair]

Hii! I hope you've had a great day so far, could i request a trafalger law × fem!reader who's like super horny all the time and just begs for law's attention and his cock all the time? Do what you want with the request, I just want this to be the basic premise, also i would like a friends with benenfits relationship kinda thing, but they do like eachother but just arent together yet!

Thank you, and have a great day! Please remember to take breaks, don't rush yourself and to take care of yourself!

@kyokikia thank you so much for this request ml! so sorry for the actual insane wait 🙏🏻

EVERYONE IS 18+ (minors gtfo)

a/n: idk why i struggled so much with this prompt, but i think i got something kind of coherent? definitely not my best work and a lil short, but hopefully you enjoy reading what i came up with!

don’t forget to like, reblog, comment, and follow to support my work! it always makes my day mwah

“made me wait enough”

Your mouth waters as you watch Law lean back in his seat, legs spread, head thrown back in a frustrated groan. His hands drag down his face and a sliver of skin peaks out from where his shirt rides up, and you almost moan. Your fingers buzz with the desire to touch him.

It’s been torture all week. Law’s been absolutely drowning in work, to the point where he’s been sleeping through the nights in his office chair instead of his bed.

Usually, you were admittedly pretty needy; something Law liked to tease you for. Constantly running your mouth, begging for him to give you a drop of his attention, to take care of you and ease the ache that seems to always be present when he’s around. It’s absolutely agonizing to give him space, but you’ve always respected his work ethic and ambition, and would never want to get in his way.

However, he’s been making it inexplicably difficult for you to keep to yourself. He’s barely said a word to you or the rest of the crew that wasn’t a captain’s order. You’re starting to feel actual physical pain from the distance.

You’re used to spending much more time with him, having been best friends for the better part of the last four years. If anyone has the right to be frustrated with his absence, it’s you.

You miss talking to him.

You miss his company.

You miss the way he looks at you when you cling to him.

You miss the way his hands feel when he touches you.

Your legs discreetly press together where you stand, hovering at the entrance to his office, mug of hot coffee in hand.

Coffee usually helps stoke the flames when his energy starts to dwindle, so you figured you would bring him the much needed pick-me-up before you make your way to bed. Alone.

You didn’t factor in how difficult it would be to keep yourself from jumping his bones.

Seemingly unaware of your ogling, you clear your throat to make yourself known before stepping in, setting the steaming mug on his desk.

“Thought you could use it.” You smile awkwardly, trying to conceal the filthy thoughts swirling in your head while he looks up at you through half lidded eyes. You could strangle him for making this so difficult.

He glances at the mug, then back at you, muttering a soft “Thank you.”

He looks mesmerizing when he’s tired. Hazy, far off, and soft around the edges. Your chest is aching and your throat burns with hidden desires clawing their way up your throat.

“Is there anything else you need, Captain? I’m heading to bed.” You mutter softly, praying he’ll take the hint and decide to join you.

His eyebrows twitch but he simply shakes his head, “This should do.”

His eyes burn through to your soul.

Usually you would have caved long ago, whining and begging for him to let you touch him, to take care of you the way he knew you needed it, but you wouldn't cave this time. You needed to remind yourself that he's an important man with important duties to attend to, and you would rather suffer than hold him back.

Instead, you force out a curt “Goodnight”, turning on your heels before the dam breaks and you start babbling nonsense.

Before you can take a step towards the door, you’re halted by a gentle hand around your wrist. The touch makes you shudder, biting back a whine. You missed his hands.

“You’ve been different.” Law states quietly, though you know it’s meant to be a question.

You can’t allow yourself to look at him yet. You know you’ll cave.

“You’ve been busy.”

Law hums in understanding and disappointment, gently tugging your arm to face him. Your legs feel like jelly under his gaze.

The longer he looks at you, the more aware you are of how dry your mouth is suddenly, how your stomach feels tight with restraint, and how he’s looking at you like he can read your every thought.

Law soothes his thumb along your pulse, stopping to feel your heart race beneath his fingertip. His sharp smile twists into your gut.

It fascinates you, the patience and temperment Law expresses so easily, things you’ve never been able to harness.

With a shaky sigh, you finally let go of your tongue, unable to hold back any longer.

“Please, Law? I need you.”

His hands are on you in an instant, smoothing over your curves like butter as he pulls you to straddle his hips. The second his lips touch yours, you can’t stop yourself from pulling and twisting at his shirt, seconds away from ripping it to shreds. Needy whines flow freely as you desperately rock your hips.

Law rubs a calming hand against your back, and you can feel the corners of his lips twitch with a smile against yours.

He teasingly nips at your bottom lip, and is pleased at the lewd noise it draws from your throat.

“There she is.” He grins, and you groan when he pulls away to trail down your neck. His fingers dance under your shirt, leaving goosebumps up your back as he makes work to unclasp your bra.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire, melting into him like molten lava. Every touch sends your brain into overdrive, and you need to feel more.

“Please, Law, don’t tease me.” You whine, hips stuttering, struggling to keep up with your head, “I’ve been so patient. I didn’t wanna disturb your work, but I can’t help it.”

You ramble into his ear, already barely coherent and digging your nails into his shoulders to steel yourself.

You press yourself against his chest, kissing and licking at his jaw, “I’ve missed you.”

Law cradles your cheek to sweetly kiss the corner of your mouth, dotting a feather light trail across your cheek. It’s his way of saying “I missed you too. I’m sorry.”

Your hand trails down to the zipper of his pants, but he stops you, pulling your wrist to his lips before placing it back on his shoulder. You protest as tears start to dot at your lash line.

“Let me feel you. I need to feel you.” You’re begging now, trembling against him as your patience dwindles. “I need you so bad it hurts.”

Law kisses you softly, like an anchor pulling you back down to him, grounding you. He tugs at your shirt in a silent order, and you pull away only to throw it carelessly on the floor beside you, along with your bra.

His cold hands immediately trail your exposed skin, not leaving an inch untouched. You’re practically limp against him at this point, overwhelmed and sobbing into his chest.

“Just fuck me already, made me wait enough.” You plead, tugging at his hair as you whisper filth in his ear, “Need your cock, Law, so bad. Please.”

A groan rumbles in his chest at your words, twitching in his pants. His fingers press into the fat of your hips, slowing your rocking motion to a slow rumble, rolling your clothed core against the tent in his jeans at an agonizingly perfect pace. His eyes darken when you gasp and whimper, already crumbling in his hands.

“Cum for me like this and I’ll give you anything you want.”

asks are open!

[heroesrest64]

Hair Care (But You’re A Tease)

Wrote this a while ago as a character study of sorts? I was just trying to figure out how to write the main character for CBINSB but it turned a lil horny haha. Not canon to the ongoing story, so I figured I’d share and let y’all enjoy :3

Warning: Steamy, but no smut. Read at your own risk :)

You can also find some headcanons on the Chain’s bathing habits here

“You want me to help you with your hair?” You offer, and Wild halts his march towards the nearby pond.

“That… actually sounds really good right now. But are you sure? The others will be there…” Wild quirks a brow, and you offer a mischievous smile in return.

“Remember that theory I shared with you?” Realization dawns on Wilds face, his grin morphing to match your own. “Wind’s with his family right now, anyway. I think us adults should have some fun.”

The two of you giggle sneakily the whole way to the pond, stopping at the tree line before it to calm yourselves down. “I’m a little nervous now.” Wild admits, shaking his hands out.

“I think we’ve got this. And even if it doesn’t work out, it’ll be a funny story to tell.” You assure, unstrapping your equipment and clothes until you’re left in your undergarments and a single knife. Wild flushes red and you pinch his cheeks affectionately.

“With you looking like that… Yeah. We’ve got this.” Wild smiles, bright and warm. You try not to get too flustered. You aren’t even at the main event yet.

The two of you break from the tree line, both in only your undergarments and giggling to eachother like one said a particularly funny joke. There’s notable silence from the pond, and your eyes rove over it to see the many Heroes of Hyrule flushed to the tips of their ears. Cute!

“Hey guys! Hope you don’t mind me joining, Wild just has too many knots to deal with just a comb.” You tease, and Wild pouts, letting out an indignant ‘Hey!’

“I-it’s okay- ahem- you’re good.” Legend squeaks, clears his throat, then continues with a much deeper, more suave voice.

“We can leave-” Sky starts before noticing his own state of undress and cuts himself off. They’re too cute when embarrassed.

“Nah, I don’t mind. And, hey, if it looks fun to you, feel free to join.” You offer a cheeky wink, leaving your words vague in hopes they’ll run with it.

While they try to puzzle out the meaning of your words, you and Wild step into the water, sighing at the warmth of it. Looks like Wars took your advice and let your shampoo bottle warm the pond. Wild sinks under the surface, fully submerging himself before coming back up and paddling towards you. You’re sitting a bit closer to the bank, the water sloshing around your stomach while you wait for Wild to settle in your lap.

Some of the others watch curiously as you slowly run your fingers through Wild’s hair, detangling the ends then moving on to the roots of his hair. He heaves a happy sigh as you scratch his scalp. “Very good, Wildflower.” You hum, tilting his head back to place a kiss to his forehead. There’s a strangled noise somewhere in the background that you pretend not to hear.

The next step is to lather his honeysuckle-ginger shampoo into his hair. Wild giggles as you put some of the soap suds on his nose and preens when you delicately wipe the soap-water mixture away from his eyes. The soap is soon washed out, and you move on to plaiting his hair to keep it from tangling again.

You look up just as you finish the braid to see a red hair tie dangling in front of your face. Legend is the one offering it, his cheeks a ruddy red as he looks down at you. “Do mine next?” He requests, and your smile widens drastically.

“Of course!” Wild moves to the side after you tie off his braid, the two of you sharing secretive smiles as he moves to give you room. Legend isn’t quite as comfortable settling into your lap as Wild was, so you… help him out, lightly grabbing his waist and pulling him closer. You decide to not mention the little gasp he lets out- too much teasing and he’ll just storm away.

It’s the same general process as doing Wild’s hair; brush, soap, rinse and style. His hair is more silky than Wilds, and you find your nails trailing to the nape of his neck, playing with the longer hair there. The most you can tease out of him is a slight jerk, but it’s more than enough for you. He leaves your lap with a couple small braids twisted into his hair.

The next soul brave enough to approach is Wars. He settles in your lap comfortably, leaning until his back is against your chest. “Just a detangling and styling, I already washed it.” He chimes like you’re his personal barber. You suppose you did offer to do their hair. Doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to tease.

Ducking behind the captains larger frame, you begin working on detangling Warriors’ hair, and subtly press feather-light kisses to his bare back. He jolts at the first one, and you can feel his skin heating up as you move further up. He shivers when you place a kiss on a particularly sensitive spot at the base of his neck. “That feel good, hun?” You murmur against him.

“Please… They’re all looking.” He whines. You laugh at his misfortune before returning to your work, tying two longer braids at the back of his head to give a more elegant look.

Twilight approaches next, content to lean back in your hold and let you take control. He hums contented noises when you pull at the tangles in his hair, lets you maneuver his face this way and that as you go. He only jerks when you rake your nails down his back, a teasing smile on your face as he turns to you wide-eyed.

“I can get your back, too, if you’d like.” You offer and he huffs, leaning forward to reveal his broad back to you in all its glory. “Beautiful.”

“Thanks, darlin’.” He rumbles, relaxing once again as you lather his soap bar in your hands. Ever the charmer. You want to mess with him.

You start off innocent enough, scrubbing as usual, but you trace his muscle lines with light fingers, and when you reach the arch of his hips, you trail it to his adonis’ belt, then a little further… “Okay. You got me.” Twilight breathes shakily, hands over your own to stop you.

He scoots away and Sky shyly takes his place. “Don’t go too hard on me, please.” He requests, and you smile, serene and innocent.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He collapses the second you card your fingers through his hair, humming softly and sinking into your hold. He lets out what can only be described as a chirp when you softly brush through the feathers at the nape of his neck. You do the same to the feathers on the back of his arms, humming a little when one comes loose. “So pretty. Can I keep it?” You ask, holding the rust colored feather up for him to see.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Yeah, sure.” He barely chokes out. You move to tickle the feather under his nose, smiling when he shudders under your ministrations.

“And you? Can I keep you?” He whines, pressing his face into his hands while you laugh and braid some of his longer bangs, tying a ribbon into his hair. “A fair trade, I’d say.”

Wild pushes Hyrule towards you next, the man already blushing profusely. “Enjoying the show?” You suggest, and he whimpers while you maneuver him to your lap. “Just relax, starlight. I won’t touch anything you don’t want me to.” You reassure, gently beginning to untangle his hair. He relaxes, eventually, shoulders dropping with your gentle motions.

You still have a job to do, though, and you won’t lose, even to a sweetheart like Hyrule.

He squeaks when you turn him around so he’s facing you, moving his legs to hook around your waist. His face flushes when you grab his hand, bringing it up to your face so he’s cupping your cheek. A strangled sound escapes his throat when you tilt your head to kiss his palm. “Thanks for trusting me, Rulie. We should do this again sometime.” you purr, and he gets out a stilted ‘yep!’ before turning tail and running.

Four plops into your lap, posing similarly to how you’d positioned Hyrule, his legs straddling you, hands perched on your shoulders to help him keep balance. There’s a purple glint in his eyes as he stares you down like you’re an enigma. “You’re playing at something.” he states, and you grin.

“What makes you say that?” You simper, hands tracing shapes on his sides, a star, a circle, so on so forth. He shivers at the ticklish feeling.

“You’ve never acted like this before. Never let so many people touch you and touch them in turn…” He points out, and you nod along.

“You’re right. If you’ve puzzled all of that out, what is your conclusion, charm?” You grab his hips, tugging him down until he’s grinding his pelvis against your own, leaning closer until your lips are mere breaths away from touching.

“Y-you’re testing us…” He mumbles, looking down to where your bodies are touching. Red flashes in his eyes, and he quickly looks away, suddenly shy. “To see if we’re all okay being with you like this.”

“That’s one reason. There are two others, my dear. Let me do your hair while you try to figure it out?” You hum, touching your nose to his, nuzzling slightly. He melts, falling into your shoulder and letting you run your fingers through his longer hair. It’s slowly twisted into a braid, but you leave his bangs loose.

“...You wanted to see if you could handle contact with all of us for a long period of time.” He finally mumbles, relaxing as you draw some more shapes on his back.

“...and?” You press.

“And Wild wanted to see which of us would last longer without blushing or reacting.” He grumbles, finally sitting up. He looks like he ate something sour, and you laugh, brushing his right bangs behind his ear.

“Spot on.” You chime, pinching his cheeks affectionately, and he blushes at your playful nature.

Time steps up then, and Four sighs, leaving your lap to make room for him. He settles in, facing out at the others and allowing you to start taking care of his hair. He’s quiet while you work, but eventually pipes up, voice low and accusatory. “You are being a tease today.”

You laugh, scratching at his scalp to help the soap suds up. “Is it so bad?”

“No… It’s nice.” He hums, peeking back at you just in time to see you press a kiss to a lock of his hair.

“I hope you don’t mind if I keep going then?” You ask, moving on to rinsing out his hair.

“By all means.”

His golden locks are twisted into an elegant half-up, half-down style, and you tie it back into a bun with a little ribbon. Cute.

“I’m running out of hairstyles.” You complain, hugging around Time’s torso. He laughs, lifting his hands to hold yours, pulling your hands out as if to examine them. You nudge your chin into the crook of his neck, making a place for yourself and pressing little kisses to the exposed skin there. Time squeezes your hands, lifting them up to his lips to press kisses to them.

“I don’t know too many either, don’t worry about it.” He reassures, bringing your hands back down and simply holding them in his lap. He still plays with your digits every now and then, testing the joints, tracing any scars marring the skin, running a nail over the lines of your palms. He seems content after a while, and you take the moment to explore his own hands. They’re bigger than yours, callused and rough from years of fighting, but he easily lets you fold his fingers, push and pull at them, and lets your own fingers fill the spaces between his. You urge his middle and ring finger down, pointing his thumb out. He seems to realize the sign you’re going for, laughing a giddy sound and making your free hand copy the sign.

‘I love you’, neither of you has to say it, it's right there for both of you to see. You lean up to press a kiss to Time’s cheek, reveling in the rosy blush that you leave behind. ‘Pretty’, you gesture before finally pushing away, patting the top of Time’s head and moving to leave the pond. You’re proud of the pool of blushing heroes you leave behind.

[r3ynah]

Danny is mothering

Mothering two kids was not easy Danny said based from experience, especially if one is a super-villain, and one is a hero. maybe this was fate coming to stab him in the back for becoming a vigilante, Oh well he'll just support and love them, afterall that was his only goal for his children.

he didn't care if Dan hurt people, as long as he's not killing them, he was glad and delighted if ever Dan asks his help, for his plans or weapon making, Dan always had his big pride so it rarely comes when he came asking for help on something.

he didn't care if Dani used/borrowed his powers all she likes, afterall she needs her support, no one can become a great hero without help from others and Dani was a stubborn one, that's for sure.

In short Danny liked bonding with his kids.

He only ever puts his foot down whenever Dan and Dani fights, he was not happy with this afterall, he didn't want his babies to fight and destroy everything in their paths.

They mostly fight privately but this fight was somewhat serious that they both needed to throw hands right here right now. in the middle of Metropolis for all the city's they can fight at.

Danny watched his kids strangle and punch eachother while also crashing into buildings damn that's going to be expensive, sighing in disappointment, he floated down towards them and when he was close enough grabbed their shoulders then pushed them apart, making them stumble and pause in the air.

"No. no fighting" was all Danny said before going invisible, patted his children's heads and teleported away, leaving a now crying Dani who was clinging and apologizing to Dan, who had no choice and awkwardly patted his older sister's back, while also apologizing.

No batman, you didn't need to shoot them with kryptonite, their not even kryptonians, put that away. and comfort superman who's hyperventilating in the corner.

[mitchikeli]

I'm jealous, and I'm going crazy

Riki, being a best friend of a girl, never really felt jealous before when guys would come and hit on her. I mean, yeah, she is gorgeous, but he doesn't like her that way, right?

So why was he feeling like that when he saw her talking with a guy a year older than the two? Surely it was because they hadn't hung out in a while because of his group activities. Nothing else. Surely.

When that idiot finally left, Riki finally approached her, a low hum leaving his full lips. "Who was that guy you were talking to earlier?" He asked, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants, waiting to hear her response.

"Hm? Seonwoo-ssi? He is my friend." Was what came out of her pretty lips, her sweet eyes looking up at him.

Well... that certainly wasn't good, was it? Riki only nodded, thinking for a bit about how his chest tightened at how she called the other guy. His hands tightened into fists in his pockets, the veins in his arms bulging out under the sleeves of his hoodie.

"Mm, okay. Let's go." That was all he could say without letting her know his feelings. He wasn't good with explaining how he felt, he was used to just swallowing them up and shoving them down his throat. So he more often than not avoided talking about how he felt.

____ nodded, before taking a few steps, seeing that he followed and then continuing to walk.

God, this wasn't good. Over the span of a few days, that bastard, Seonwoo, kept going to her, and it kept making Riki feel like he wanted to strangle the guy. But seeing that idiot get up and personal with ____ was his last straw.

When he finally left again, Riki stormed over to her, grabbing her by her chin roughly, yet with no intention of hurting her. He forced her to look up at him, and the wide-eyed expression on her face made his head spin more.

Without much thinking, his gaze fell on her pretty, glossy lips, and he crashed his full ones on hers, feeling her breath hitch against his skin. The sweet taste of her lipgloss was all he needed to get back to earth, and he pulled away after a few seconds, glaring down at her and licking his lips.

He leaned down, their noses brushing against eachother before he said in a stern, raspy voice.

"Mine. Got that much?" He said firmly, watching as her pretty cheeks flared with heat, and she shakily nodded. Riki let out a hum of satisfaction, pecking her lips one last time before grabbing her hand, tugging on it to get her moving. "Now let's go."

[darylsfavoritegirl]

do we think if yall were to find a camera in the middle of the apocalpyse, would you a make a sex tape with daryl🫣🫣🫣

i think everything would happen very quickly, you'd be looting a store and then find a camera that works with a battery on!

you'd grab it, the thought of making a sex tape wouldn't even necessarily cross your mind because why would it?

you'd go back to your camp, maybe the prison.

things with the governor wasn't looking up for you all, things were intenser more than they ever were, so it's only obvious that you and daryl don't get much of a private time.

you were in one of the prison cells where nobody resided, sorting some things out with michonne when daryl showed up then she left.

you looked at the pile laying on the table infront of you.

"that was a good run." you sighed then lifted your head to meet with the archer's gaze.

he had that thick gaze on his eyes, fixated on you.

his hands were resting on the stained tablecloth, muscles flexing.

you knew this look.

he came around the table and his lips immediately met with yours, you gasped for air as he shoved you on one of the cell gates.

your other hand opened up the cell gate as it invited you into it. you sat on the bed shakily, trying not to break this passionate kiss.

it wasn't much before he sat you on his lap, hands gripping your ass stubbornly enough to bruise next day.

there you were like horny teenagers, making out on the bed while you sat on his lap.

his fingers started to unbotton your denim shorts, a heat wave through your entire body to your cunt made you dizzy. it was a long time ago that you felt his virile touch.

his hands were shaky, too. your hair fell infront of your eyes and so did his bangs as his twitching bulge poked against the back of your thigh.

"fuck" he breathed out.

"wai- lemme get this.." you said as you unbottoned your shorts. then a bright idea appeared before your eyes.

"wait a second!" you hopped from his lap to the floor.

you ran out of the cell, grabbed the camera that was lying there.

"wanna make a sex tape, Dixon?" you were breathless.

"come 'ere" he smirked as he pulled you to himself by your waist and embraced your body with his brawny arms. you hopped from his lap once again, this time to the other side of the bed. you set up the camera.

"it can't see our faces." you weren't sure if he'd be okay with it, his blank pale blue eyes said otherwise. he had a hunger for you.

with the camera recording, you let him wrap his hands around your waist as you held onto the back of his shoulders.

your bodies were almost glued to eachother, having craved it for weeks only sent hot flashes to both of your bodies.

his growing cock and its tip kissed your cervix. the bed being shaked tensely, the camera eventually fell and you flinched and looked at it.

"keep 'em eyes on me." he demanded, and before letting you say a word he tossed you onto the bed, your cum oozing out of your entrance to the bedsheets. funny enough, your legs were still shaking as you saw him coming towards you with the camera on his hands.

"yer a mess." he'd lightly chuckle, filming your downer body. his eyes were locked on the little camera he was holding as he got on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.

he took a second or so to film your face as you looked up to him. your body looked shiny due to all the sweat.

he held the camera to your cunt as he jerked his cock and filmed himself doing it. he rubbed your juices to your entrance, smudging it everywhere than needed.

" 's gon' be hard, huh? "

he held the camera to your face once again, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

he thrusted into you, with each thrust his cock grew even bigger inside you, stretching you endlessly. his hand was grabbing your waist, he was looking at you behind the camera forcing you to make eye contact with him as he filmed your flustered face taking him all in now and then.

you were a subject to his desire, you made out a strangled noise, almost like a grunt. it was like your brain had stopped functioning as you felt his cock nearing your guts.

you rolled your eyes back, a thin layer of sweat slicking your entire body.

your head was tilted back, lips parted slightly trying not to make any noise.

but it was impossible.

"f-fuck"

you breathed out

"daryl"

"stay quiet, yeah?" he joked as you held onto the arm that was holding you down and digged your nails.

you were cumming so much that your juices found a way to leak down the sheets, you felt the sticky texture on your bare skin.

you couldn't keep your whinings inside as he was touching the most sensitive, the most sweet spots in you. with every thrust, you felt your climax building up, the bed underneath you creaking, your cries being recorded and echoing in the cell. you gasped for air continuosly.

he took notice and clicked his tongue as he was, also, short of breath.

"not yet."

"yeah.. such a sweet girl fer me." he murmured.

he eventually put an end to your messines, your hair drenching on the sides of your face, your breathless self.