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star-suh · 1 year

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Teacher Park SeongHwa x Male Reader

Synopsis: you have to save the semester but let's say you don't like the teacher that much.... welp until now.

cw: dom! seonghwa, sub! male reader, blowjob, unprotected sex (always wear one guys), breeding kink, biting, marking, spit as lube, cum eating and swapping, spanking, mention of hongjoong, dacryphillia(?) filthy, smuty and dirty things.

an: idk what i'm doing here, this is pure cringe lol, i just wanted to write a seonghwa x male reader since there's not much out there. also sorry for grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.

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Monday, 6:00 PM and here you are, still in university begging your teacher to help you pass his subject. "Mr. y/n i told you before that i'm not helping you, you don't pay attention to my classes always calling them a "filling subject" so i don't understand why are you here begging me to help you in your grades, and… you didn't even do some of your homework".

"im sorry" you replied, "it was a little jokey joke, you know, don't take things too seriously coming from me" you smiled. he sighs "okay, i would help you but it's your last chance" he search in his bag and then slides a paper towards you, "do an essay about this and bring it to me tomorrow with at least 6 pages". y/n smiled and thanked the teacher shaking his head. "such a fucking dumbass teacher" you murmured little did you know seonghwa hears you, watching you with an angry look how your ass jiggle everytime you step outside his office "i said it was your last chance y/n but it seems you never learn, can't wait to see you begging me tomorrow to help you" he says while licking his lips.

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Tuesday, 3:00 PM, you confidently walk in the hallways of the university with the essay in your hands and thinking what a dumbass of a teacher you have, of course you only slept a little but it doesn't matter whatever it takes to save the semester. finally you're in seonghwa's office, you knock on the door hearing a come in you opened it, walked in and then close it. "here's the essay teacher, thanks for helping me, i owe you one" you said faking a smile. for no one is a secret that you hated your teacher, you always thought his classes wouldn't help you at all in the future and that he has an one-sided beef with you, always telling you how you don't put effort in the homeworks and other assignments he gives you, that's why your low grades. hell, if it wasn't for that you would've already sent him to eat shit.

seonghwa was reading and humming your essay while you were thinking on beating that pretty face. he stands up and walk around the office with the essay on his hand, he slowly locks the door without you noticing it, then he approaches you smacking the desk with the essay making you look at him with a confused face, "you know y/n it seems that you put effort on that, the essay is really good" you smiled at him "thank you so much" you said. "do you think i'm stupid y/n?, or how you said "a fucking dumbass teacher"" he said glaring at you with a death stare

…. "what?" you replied, your voice shaking, it's the first time you see him like that, angry, he looks scary but hot at the same time you're not going to deny that you stopped looking at him now looking at the desk "i don't know what you're saying teacher"....the room is filled with silence until his laugh break it, you were scared for not saying you almost shit your pants, a strange sensation running down your spine "i know what you think of me, puppy" seonghwa said the "puppy" caught you off guard, you remain silent, he puts his hands over your shoulders and start gripping them hard making you left a moan you quickly put both hands on your mouth "what was that, it seems that you like hard, right y/n?" he whispers near your ear licking them, a blush comes across your face, you shake your head telling him no. "you tell me before you owe me one, i want to claim it now" he said in a low tone, you nod, letting yourself melt in his arms "what you want" you said, "i want to punish you" he replied. "i don't like punishments" you replied, "really? but this little friend over here says otherwise" he says signaling your hard cock being restrain by your pants and underwear. "be honest with me y/n, would you like to be punished by me?" he says while kissing the back of your neck, you on the other side with half-lided eyes, his words and kisses making you feel hot and hot every second that passes, "yes, i would like that"...

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"fuck yes, that filthy mouth of yours does wonders to my dick" seonghwa said, with his hand on your head sliding it up and down his rock hard dick, you feel ashamed and closed your eyes, "uh-uh keep looking at me, you look hotter like that", minutes passed and seonghwa started getting bored and impatient so head lock your head with your thighs and push his dick deep down your throat, making you open your eyes in surprise, tears started to fall, "ah fuck i should've use your mouth since day 1, i always knew you were a whore y/n and i know that your little friend hongjoong has fucked you in every corner of this university" he smiles at you, wiping your tears with his fingers and then licking them, "you're being such a good boy now y/n, what happened with that bratty persona of yours, where is him?" he then unlocked your head leaving you gasping for air "wow, look at my dick dripping with your saliva, looks so hot" he then unzipped your pants discarding them along with your underwear. "be a good boy and sit on my desk, legs wide open" you complied, he stares at your hole clenching on air, feeling ashamed you try to close your legs until seonghwa stopped you "uh-uh of you disobey me one more time i won't let you cum, ok" you nodded, hiding part of your face with your hand…..

you bite the back of your hand trying to hide your moans caused by seonghwa eating you out, "what a nice ass y/n it tastes good" he says licking a stripe from your balls to your hole, twisting his tongue inside you "i think you are ready" he says watching your gaping hole. he slowly enters you, sliding his dick inch by inch making you moan in your hands not liking this he spanks your ass "let me hear your pretty voice slut" watching as how you don't do nothing he spanks you again "don't be a brat y/n i told what's going to happen if you don't behave" he then rams all his dick in your hole a guttural moan leaving your mouth "that's right whore let me hear that slutty voice" he continues to rail your hole while leaving hickeys in your back and neck, the air getting mixed with sweat and the smell of sex, your body smeared with seonghwa's sweat and yours. seonghwa feeling you clenching hard on his knows that your orgasm is nearing "you want to cum y/n?" you nodded "tell me how much you want to cum, beg me like when you wanted me to help you in your grades". "please teacher, let me cum i've been a good boy… i-if you let me cum now… i-i would owe you another one" you said winking and smiling at him, he smiles and then stops fucking you making you whine, "be careful with what you say y/n, next time i won't hold back" "i don't care if you don't hold back next time but i want to cum now", seonghwa smiles, he kisses your forehead "god you are driving me crazy y/n, i wouldn't mind helping with your grades everytime you want from now on", "i would love that" you replied, "f-fuck me dumb seonghwa, don't hold back.. make the whole university knows who's your bitch" something inside seonghwa snapped, he positioned you in a doggy style and started railing you like an animal, uncountable moans leaving your smiling mouth with the tongue rolled out, drool leaking, eyes roll back "i'm going to cum so deep inside you that next time hongjoong fucks you the tip of his cock would be smeared with it" he whispers and bites your shoulder making you wince in pain and pleasure. you started saying non-senses making seonghwa laugh "what a dumb whore, you like being fuck silly, huh?" you try to reply but you can't, "what would hongjoong say if he sees his bitch being fucked by other man?" you shake your head "n-no he ca–n't know". "hmm what was that, why not?" seonghwa says "i remember telling him to come to my office in around 5 minutes, imagine he opening that door and seeing you a panting mess being wrecked by my cock" you look at the door and feel anxious but slightly aroused and seonghwa can feel it, "you're clamping so hard on my dick, perhaps do you like the idea of others watching you how you take cocks up your ass?" he licks your ear and nibble on it "we can make it happen if you want, what if he joins us? you can have two dicks up your ass isn't that exciting y/n?", "shut the fuck up and keep fucking me" you shout and he complies starting thrusting at a fast pace while spanking your ass leaving it in a bright red color, some minutes later seonghwa started feeling he is near, "cum with me y/n" he says and started pumping your dick at a fast pace, you feel your orgasm near "i'm gonna cum" you said "me too fuck! bear my babies y/n" he replies, with some last thrusts seonghwa came painting your insides of white while you came on his hand, he then lick his hand "you taste so sweet, want to taste it too" you nodded, he grabs both your cheeks and spit your cum in your mouth kissing you then. he left some kisses on your neck, then cleans you up and dresses you again while you pant over his desk "such a good boy, you did good today y/n, and remember you owe me one more" he winks at you, "i owe you all the ones you want" you reply and kiss him…..

everyone is surprised how you now love the filling subject you hated so much, even your grades are high. the bell rings and everyone is leaving "mr. y/n i need you to stay there's something bad with your homework" seonghwa says, when everyone is gone you both kiss each other feeling inside your mouths with your tongues "go to my office at 3:00 PM, hongjoong is going 5 minutes later", "sure" you replied imagining how hongjoong is going to punish you for whoring you out with everyone's and waiting your hole to be ravaged by both…..

#seonghwa x male reader #park seonghwa x male reader #ateez x male reader #male idol x male reader #seonghwa smut #idk what i did #male reader #smut

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t0rturedangel · 1 year

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CANN I PLEASEEE GET KYLE X F!READER?

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ━ ♡

Kyle Broflovski x fem ! reader

A/N - You didn't specify exactly what you wanted so i just came up with an idea, i hope you like it if not just lemme know and i'll gladly re write it !

WARNINGS - swearing, also clyde is a little bit of a noncy weirdo in this

When your relationship started, KYLE asked to keep it a secret to which you agreed since you knew what his friends were like and if they found out Kyle got himself a girlfriend they'd belittle the shit out of him- especially Cartman who you've learned to be the most bitchiest and evil one out of all of them.

Everything went smoothly between the two of you in your relationship, you both would keep your affectionate interactions for private times and said interactions consisted of hugs, cuddles and kisses- and you teasing your boyfriend for his red face. Overall just lovey dovey interactions.

Now jealousy was nothing new to Kyle, or you for the matter, but he managed to control himself from punching the fucker who had the utter balls to flirt with you. He was grateful that you'd always shoot the person down almost immediately after understanding what they were doing. So, during lunch, when one of your other friends CLYDE came up to you, Kyle didnt really pay attention to the small nagging voice of jealousy in his head, Clyde was one of your mates so he wouldnt flirt with you- but of course there were rumors about him having a massive crush on you and the fact that he was what the world would consider a 'play-boy' who'd flirt with every girl within a 10 mile radius of him.

"Heyyyy N/n! " Clyde called out to you, running over to your side a big shit eating grin on his face, clearly he was about to say something that will tick of Kyle even more than he already has. " Huh- Oh hey Clyde! How's it been man? " you tilted your head your own grin on your face. " Did it hurt?" Clyde walked closer to you, swinging his free arm over your shoulder, his shit eating grin growing at your confusion " Huh?-" "- When you fell from heaven babe!" You pulled you closer, laughing at his shitty pickup line, though clearly it wasnt TOO shitty considering you started laughing unknowingly making Kyles annoyance grow " Pfffff- oh-oh my g-goddddd- Clyde that was so shit! " " Yeah- but it worked! It made you all red in the face! " Clyde teased, poking your reddened cheek .

"Unfortunately, how'd you even come up with them? they're so shit" Clyde faked a sad expression, flashing you a really pathetic sad puppy dog look " Dont pull that face " you deadpanned, Clyde only intensifying the look " Okay okay! Im sorry- they're not shit " Clyde was still pulling that face, clearly wanting something more which Kyle could immediately deduce what. " I'll only forgive you if you gimme a kiss baby girl " you cringed at the nickname and shook your head " Nope, sorry Clyde" " Awhh! Why not? " Clyde moved his face closer to yours, lips practically centimeters apart which was teh last straw for the red head a few tables away.

Within seconds, Kyle was in the middle of you and Clyde, glaring your friend down " Back off, Clyde, she's clearly not interested " "Woah- dude, why'd you care?" Clyde laughed at your boyfriend, raising one of his bows " Does it matter ? " Kyle was clearly struggling at not to scream at Clyde that you were his loving girlfriend " Uh yeah? She's my friend, if she didnt want me to flirt with her she should stop being so cute or just tell me to sto- " Clyde was punched in the face, falling down to the floor with a grunt " KYLE! WHAT THE FUCK!? " he yelled holding his now bleeding nose but before he could say more or even react Kyle threw himself at Clyde, sending multiple punches to the other "DONT FUCKING FLIRT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND! " without realizing he blurted out the fact that you two were dating.

A crowd was formed round the three of you the moment the first punch was thrown, gasps and whispers filled the room at the new piece of knowledge of you and Kyle dating but before much more could happen Mr. Macky rushed in quickly separating the two boys, kyle struggled against the adults hold, managing to get his hands on Clyde again but was just as quickly separated from him as the first time " Dont you ever flirt with my girlfriend ever again! " Kyle groaned letting himself be dragged away from the cafeteria.

" KYLE'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!? "

Later, you were found sitting by Kyle's side, telling him off for acting so recklessly " Kyle you didnt need to go punching Clyde like that- and now, since you've blurted it out, people know we're together " Kyle huffed, resting his head on your shoulder, his hand holding yours " So what? Now people will leave you alone, it always got on my nerves anyway " " What about your friends babe? " " Oh fuck my friends, i dont really care about it anymore, i want everyone to know that you're mine " He lifted his head to he could look at your face, pressing a kiss to your lips, giving you a smile you returned 10 fold.

" Yeah, 'm yours "

#south park #south park x reader #x reader #kyle broflovski #south park kyle #south park kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #jealousy #clyde donovan #south park clyde #south park clyde donovan

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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Platonic!Oya Boys x Oya!FemReader!reader

Pov: A new female student starts to Oya High and our precious Oya Boys becoming overprotective 😁

a/n: Hii! I wanted to write smth for our lovely Oya Boys cjekkd I think it is really cutee 🥰 I hope you like it too :')♥️

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: hnl usual violence

Other parts

• No one cared much when Jamuo excitedly announced that a new student was transferring to first grade this term.

• But when they heard that this person was a s girl, they all reacted the same way...

• SHOUTS IN SHOCK...

• Third graders Todoroki and Tsukasa were quite worried about a young girl joining Oya. And already thinking how to protect her.

• While Tsuji&Shibaman duo and Fujio were excited that it would be quite interesting, the YasuKiyo duo was wondering if she could fight.

• NakaNaka duo and Jamuo were nodding their heads listening to their senpai.

• On the first day of the next week, as Tsukasa and Jamuo were climbing the stairs to the roof, they heard voices from a classroom they were passing. When they walked in and looked, they heard a girl muttering, looking at the boys on the floor with disgust.Jamuo was still staring at the girl in surprise when Tsukasa called out, thinking it might be the new student.

• "Are you the new student?"

• She looked at the door in surprise and saw Tsukasa staring at her with a straight expression.She picked up her bag from the floor and nodded her head.

• "Did you beat them all?"

• When the young girl nodded her head again, Tsukasa asked why. He sighed when he learned that the young girl had beaten them because they had laughed at her and made fun of her by saying she couldn't study here.

• "You shouldn't start a fight without even knowing who they are, it could be dangerous for you."

• Y/n nodded, guessing that this person was one of the 3rd graders.

• "Hai, senpai!"

• When Tsukasa told the young girl to come with him and introduce her to the others, she followed him and they went up to the roof.

• Yes, everyone was confused for a while...

• -Except Todoroki, he's as cool as ever-

• To look like a cool leader, Fujio calmly cleared his throat and approached the young girl who was looking around with puppy eyes.

• - yes y/n was pretty excited too -

• "Hanaoka Fujio, I'm the leader of Oya High."

• Fujio could swear he saw hearts in the girl's eyes

• "Huh?! Hanaoka-san ? Senpai, you are a legend."

• YES, NOW FUJIO IS VERY EXCITED AND HAPPY TOO

• Surely they will both shout excitedly for a while and the others will watch what is going on...

• Tsukasa now knew he had to stop them, and he did.

• "Takajo Tsukasa, Im also 3rd grade."

• "Tsukasa? Now I understand why you're popular with girls. You're really handsome."

• Tsukasa shook his head laughing

• "Oi! I'm your senpai."

• "Hai!"

• After the young girl met everyone, Tsukasa mentioned for a while that y/n got into a fight as soon as she arrived.Although this caused chaos for a while, Fujio was now sure of what he was thinking.

• "If Y/n-chan joins a faction, it keeps her safe.That's why she's joining the Todoroki Faction."

• "Huh?!!

• Yes, all three had the same reaction.

• "He looks scary" y/n says in a low voice and Fujio will whisper too "Yeah I know but I'm sure you'll love him"

• Okay, Todoroki definitely didn't want her around at thebeginning.He was worried about her safety and didn't like having her chase after him like a puppy.

• -Or he acted like he didn't like it...-

• She became like a little sister to them all in a short time.

• OYA BOYS AS ONII-CHANS 🥺🥺

• Even though Todoroki Faction, especially ChunChun duo became her best friends

• Oya's baby faction has always helped her. And I think that they often eat and play together..

• And no, no one can flirt with her.No man deserves her.They are very strict about it.

• I believe Tsukasa will be a sweet senpai. Although she enthusiastically chases after Fujio with her admiration, Tsukasa will always stop them as the 2nd Brain of the school...

• -Except when they went to Suzuran together. Tsukasa didn't know this, and if he did, he certainly wouldn't let this happen-

• When they found out that she came out of Suzuran unscathed - fujio had minor injuries but he didn't let them touch her - they were scolded for a really long time

• Yes, her beloved leader was also scolded.

• Fujio's frequent "Y/n-chaan!" 😍

• I believe he will call her cutely and enjoy talking to her.

• Jamuo will inform her about the gangs around

• In fact, not only Fujio, but also Suzuran and Housen, whom she went with her dear leader, will be her friends.

• I think all Suzuran found her quite cute.

• - Binzo and Magoroku prefer her to come over Fujio...

• She's one of the few people who makes Sachio smile, and he likes the way she gets along with his sister.

• Of the other schools, I think she'll be the closest to Yuken and Binzo.But everyone is a little hesitant about Binzo.Because they both too hyperactive...

• Ohh, when they went to Suzuran, it pissed off Todoroki the most.

• Todoroki has been pretty protective ever since she joined him.Although he found her annoying at first, he got used to it over time and sometimes misses her annoying him.

• She can be the third wheel next to Tsuji and Shibaman, they don't mind. Tsuji lets her dye his hair and he will dye her hair for the first time too...

• Todoroki knows she can protect herself, so it's okay for her to come to fights. And he's proud of her for getting stronger over time.

• Yes, he doesn't show his love very much, but she got a few headpats from him...

• I think she will have a lot of fun with YasuKiyo duo. They often go to arcades together and sometimes they sneak her into fights.

• -of course, todoroki gets pretty angry every time they come back-

• She is someone who is highly cared by everyone and a little spoiled... I think she brings them together more...

• She was on the bus with Tsuji and Shibaman when the big fight happened. When Raijin gets on the bus, Tsuji will notice this and ask her to stay in the bus.

• They know they are too crowded. Even if she doesn't want to admit it, Shibaman will convince her and ask her to find help.

• It was very sad to see them badly injured when she came back, but when she returned to Oya it was a little scary to see everyone injured...

• After the events are over, she will feel that everyone is even more connected to each other.

• Oh and she is definitely going to the party with the boys.

• The Girls High party...

• We know Todoroki found the card and he will definitely need a matchmaker.

• I told you they don't even let a man come near her, right? What if that man has already won her heart and it's Ebara's Sameoka Shoji...

• When they find out, only chaos will be in Oya...

• Especially Todoroki Faction will make this a huge problem :/

• Come on... They put Tsuji and Shibaman in the hospital...

• Even if they struggle for a while, Todoroki and the duo will accept it after everyone else...

• Of course, they will mess with each other at every opportunity, and Shoji should what his back at his slightest mistake 😌

• What if it's a different scenario... What if they found out that you actually like girls?

• All of them are totally okay with that.

• They just want you to be happy.

• So if you like someone, I believe they will all help you - at least they will try - and oh sure...

• no homophobic person can upset you... they will kill them.

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theviceadmiralswife · 8 months

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Interview with a vice admiral- Dalmatian

Disclaimer artwork found on Pinterest by JoyBoy

Salute recruits and soldiers on this Freaky Friday 🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓⚓

>>>Sorry im a bit late for this one toddler he is walking now....and boy does he keeps me busy.<<< Dalmatian grins knowingly.

>>>Today in my studio is none other then our most fury vice admiral.... vice admiral Dalmatian.<<<

I wave at him >>> Good afternoon Dalmatian nice to have you here<<<

Dalmatians tail wagged left to right , his voice sounded excited too >>> hello there. Its fun to be here. Hehe he <<<

I chuckle happily: >> Great so your ready?! question 1 is the standard question for everyone of you guys. What are you doing when your off duty?<<<

Dalmatians tail wagged excited >>> I like walks and hiking ooh and camping too... but that's only if I'm not in Marineford.<<<

I nod:>>> That begs the question how do you relax when your here in Marineford? Mhh<<<

His tail flicks around :>>> Oh I like to play board games then. Its lots of fun, distracts from work... other things too.<<< He carries a mischievous grin when answering.

My eyes lit up :>>> Now that was unexpected whats your favourite boardgame if you had to choose?<<<

Dalmatian ears perk up a bit it makes me grin he's so used to his devilfruit powers its so much a part of him he seems not to notice.

Dalmatian grins :>>> Well its Mahjongg I also play chess<<<

I nod my head :>>> that sounds like you are a proficient player<<

He nods back :>>> yep<<

I smile his tail continues to sway from side to side.. it almost is hypnotic.. I follow his tail with my eyes, Dalmatian grins at that.. I focus again :>>> okay question 2: Oh this one is from me as well. So I've seen in Dobermans office the photograph of you guys with master Zephyr..<<<

Dalmatians tail stops moving and I see his face becoming serious he prepared himself for the next question.

Me: >>>.... oh nothing bad but you already had your hybrid form back then, now that is what, 30 years ago.. so how come you got your devilfruit powers that early?<<<

Dalmatian relaxes and sighs seems like Zephyr is still a painful topic and he is relieved that my question is about his devilfruit.

Dalmatian exhales:>>> Well yes yes I was in hybrid form as a recruit. I had my devilfruit for a very long time. My parents were poor and they struggled to feed me as a toddler. One day my mother gave me a mashed fruit she didn't know but the merchant had sold her my zoan devilfruit. But I had to eat... so here I am now.<<< He shrugs his shoulders.

My face goes pale :>>> I'm so sorry to hear that Dalmatian<<<

He waves his hands:>>> Its okay. My mother isn't at fault she didn't know anything about the devilfruits.But yes I have my powers since childhood so when I started to be a recruit with the Marines I was able to using much of it, but not controlling it , the time the photograph was taken, I had learned to keep my hybrid form thanks to Zephyr sensei<<<

My face lights up a bit:>>> Good to know, thanks for sharing. that brings me to question 3 though : what was your childhood like?<<<

Dalmatians tail flicked and then stopped again as he kept his serious look, ears a bit drooping now: >>> Well it wasn't easy I can tell you that, my father left us after he found out that my mother had accidentally given me a devilfruit. Back then, it was rather a thing for pirates to possess devilfruit powers.<<<

My face reflects the somber mood :>>> I see. So how did you manage... ?? If your comfortable enough to talk about it .<<<

Dalmatian nods :>>> Its ok such is fate that gave me these cards to deal with in life and I took them in strides. My childhood wasn't easy since I couldn't control my fruit powers. I have been bullied in school and it wasn't nice. As a kid I couldn't control my powers and when I turned into full Dalmatian form I was a puppy only , that made it easier to being bullied, during later years from 8 on my zoan fruit powers turned me into a bigger dalmatian, I was with puberty getting completely out of control I chased people. My mother got desperate and dropped me off with the nearest marine base.<<<

My face is utter shock...>>> She just dropped you off??? Are you mad or disappointed with her choice?<<<

Dalmatian sighs his ears dropping lower >>> In the beginning yes but I have forgiven her she was struggling with a lot of things at once and having to handle a son with a zoan devilfruit was too much. Its fine I have a good relationship with her now.<<<

I have to cheer and sigh in relief >>> Admirable thats great...okay question 4: your most favourite thing in the entire world? Can be anyth....<<<

Dalmatian cuts me off...face grows bright his ears perk up and his tail starts frantically whipping left and right >>> My mate my lovely sweetpea hands down the best<<<

I raise an eyebrow >>> Mate as in girlfriend ?<<< He chuckled >>> No more like you, sweetpea is my wife !!<<<, his tail keeps moving happy.

I start chuckling >> okay calling your wife a mate has thrown me off a bit, lmao my bad, it sounds rather on the animalistic side. But oh my gosh I had no idea. How long tell me all Dalmatian.<<<

He laughs as his ear flicks >>> She is a cutie sweetpea, you might have seen her she works in the HQ cafeteria as Sous chef. We have been mates for 16 years now, married. <<<

>>> ooh really I bet I saw her and didn't know, I will keep my eyes peeled now, you come back for a couple interview.<<<, I giggle and take a sip of my coffee..

Dalmatian laughs loudly at the idea >>> My sweetpea is shy accept in the kitchen she's the boss <<<

>>> Haha that is cute, please convince her. Now speaking of animalistic traits,question 5 is a weird one, have you retained dog like traits because of your devilfruit??<<<

(well obvious duh)

Dalmatians tail flicks >>> I have indeed it has been so long a part of me that I can't help it... between us I scratch my ear sometimes like a dog it just comes naturally its also the way how I met my sweetpea. <<<

I raise both eyebrows >>>Oh really??! Ear scratches huh your wife has clearly an advantage over you then<<<

Dalmatian nods clearly proud of having better senses than normal humans >>>She does. But its also how I met her when she served food and I smelt her scent I knew she was for me!!! ... you do smell similar<<<

I interrupted him gobsmacked at his comment >>> excuse me I smell...<<<

Dalmatian nodded eagerly >>> Yes you smell of heat<<< his nostrils flared up >>> and fertile I tell Doberman...yeah... he will like that hehehe <<<

My jaw hits the table I blush, his little demonstration of his senses are insane >>> uhm thanks I guess Doberman likes it.....wait you can smell that??? That is crazy<<<

Dalmatian nods again >>> No worries I'm forever bonded with my sweetpea , the heat scent of other women doesn't bother me. This is how advanced my senses are as a zoan user ! I smelt when my sweetpea is in heat , sad or pregnant.<<<

I whistle through my teeth >>> That is impressive. Of course I have to ask, question 6 do you have children? <<<

Dalmatians ears perk up even more and his tail flicks excited >>> Yes 7 so far I want sweetpea to have 3 more <<<

I shake my head chuckling, now I see why Dalmatian plays so many boardgames. He got a whole pack to play with.

I'm speechless this man is an animal in a good way and he seems so loving of his wife and kids >>> oh my. ... wow... I need to wrap my head around that. Question 7 has to be this ... dont be offended. Has any of your kids like inherited your devilfruit powers? <<<

Dalmatian grins as his tail pulls out a wallet from his coat pocket, he hands it over to me. >>> look for yourself!<<<

I open the wallet and see a picture of Dalmatian his wife and 7 kids.... I die of cuteness overload. Some of them are normal humans some have Dalmatian traits like cute ears and small tails.

>>>AAAAAAAAW so CUTE 😍 !!!! That's it I insist on a second interview with you and your entire family... too adorable<<<, I yell excited.

Dalmatian laughs whole heartedly >>> Your studio here will be a mess hehehe <<<

>>> I take that risk. Hihihi. Okay okay question 8 is rather boring...if your wife is sous chef and she cooks at home whats your favourite dish?<<<

Dalmatian drools at this point leaving puddles of saliva on the table >>> Mmmh sweetpeas meatballs mmmmhhh yes yes.<<< He licks his lips.

My lips curl into smile, the picture is just to adorable, he has his dog moment.

>>> Alright sounds delicious your family has to come now and your wife can bring her famous meatballs. question 9 What are your future plans inside the Marines?<<<

Dalmatians tail wagged up and down excited yet again yet his tone was strict: >>> I like to see my kids joining the Marines. As for myself I work currently on creating a special unit made out of zoan devilfruit users only...more I can't tell.<<<

I reply understanding >>> Thats great goals for the future. Can't wait to witness it. And finally question 10 what is your ideal retirement look like?<<<

Dalmatian scratches his ear like a dog >>> Mh never thought too much about it... I guess watching all my grandkids... and travelling and loving my sweetpea.<<< He grins at that idea a lot I exhale >>> Thats a dream retirement nice choice. And on that note I say thank you Dalmatian for today's interview the next one i have your whole family here please and thank you.<<< Dalmatian laughs so hard its almost a bark.

I laugh too >>> Have a good evening Marinford <<<

#marineford #viceadmiral #one piece marines #one piece #anime #Vice admiral Dalmatian #onepiece #Onepiece marines

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creaturebloom · 1 year

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eddie is set to come home tomorrow evening and i am soooo fucking nervous oh my god if it’s anything like thursday i honestly don’t know what’s going to happen

im putting this under a read-more bc i’m very on edge right now, this is more of a rant than anything so

tl;dr eddie was doing just okay today, not very active and had diarrhea few times but no vomiting as of this morning. fingers crossed that he comes home tomorrow able to drink water on his own

i bought a bunch of like “treat at home” parvo supplies, even though he will have been hospitalized for a total of 4 1/2 days. we honestly can’t afford it if he needs to be hospitalized again, all the credit cards are maxed out. idk whether to start a gofundme or whatever like. idk im trying not to worry about the money right now.

but when my mom went to visit eddie was doing a bit better than when we took him in, but not nearly as good as he had been on wednesday. he also had diarrhea while she was there, thankfully still no blood. the vet tech had said during the night he was doing okay and urinating normally, which he hadn’t thursday night at home and literally just held it until he couldn’t anymore. he wanted to go outside so bad and we kept putting him on his puppy pads and trying to coax him into just going but he’s so well trained like he just would sit on them and look at us so sad and so exhausted

ofc when he finally did pee, not on a pad, we praised him enough to get the smallest little tail wag out of him which was about as much tail wagging as he had done since getting home at all

i just worry that thursday night set him back too much, because honestly the vet tech that discharged him gave us nearly ZERO info on how to care for him at home. we had no idea we would have to force feed/water him. no idea what amounts. like legitimately the actual veterinarians are great, but the techs (nurses, basically) have been really hit and miss through all this. some are great and very informative, others are just like "sucks he won’t pee in his cage here oh well” after my mom told them that he really doesn’t like to do that and will just hold it until he can go outside

PLUS we were told on thursday at discharge that he had eaten breakfast and lunch, but we were NOT told that he had to be force-fed and refused to eat on his own. when my mom dropped him off friday morning and told the actual vet doctor this, she just kind of shook her head and sighed, clearly understanding we should have been told this info and weren’t.

like legitimately they gave us a basic discharge paper with limited instruction for general after-hospital care. nothing parvo specific, the fucking sheet even said we could take him for walks after 10 days and uhhh that’s simply not true at all. nothing about how to hydrate or feed him. nothing about what we needed to look out for, or how to keep his environment. which is so fucking awful because a different vet tech had been super great and answered all my mom’s questions and was very thorough with what they were giving him, how he was doing while there, all of that.

i honestly am just praying that he’s drinking water on his own by tomorrow. like that’s the biggest thing, because he HATES being given a syringe in the mouth to give him water, and we could only ever get the smallest fucking amounts on thursday night. if we’d have known we needed to really keep on it, and the AMOUNT he needed to drink, we would have done more. i feel so guilty but like. we legitimately were not told any of this, we had to learn it from fucking youtube.

my dad is also in a down time, which makes the idea of caring for him and eddie at the same time even more overwhelming. if you’re unaware, my father has dementia and i, my brother, and my mom all caregive for him 24/7/365. but it’s just extra stressful trying to do both. thursday night was miserable and that was even with my dad in a good mood. all day and night he’s been grumpy as shit, getting up and down every 20 minutes, not wanting to use the restroom even to change his diapers, which absolutely need it most of the time. just honestly a really bad time for my dad to be in a down period right now.

i’m. so overwhelmed oh my god. i had a panic attack earlier, i feel like the hits honestly just keep on coming. the last two holiday seasons have been absolute nightmares, and i just can’t take another winter with everything falling to shit around me and there being absolutely nothing i can do about it.

god i just hope eddie is drinking water on his own. like honestly that would be the biggest fucking relief. idc about whether or not he’ll eat on his own, i got nutri-care gel stuff for calories, we can spoon feed him or whatever, but the most important thing is to keep him hydrated and i’m terrified of how that’s going to go if he won’t drink on his own.

if we can’t get him to drink with the syringe or it’s clear he’s getting dehydrated we’re going to take him to the original vet (where he got diagnosed tuesday morning) and ask them for subcutaneous supplies and to show us exactly how to do it -- which they previously said they would do, before eddie was admitted to the hospital.

jesus this is long. i’m just so fucking exhausted already and i’m so scared that eddie isn’t going to make it for whatever reason. fuck.

#eddie updates #whiny baby post #honestly this is just a huge rant im just so overwhelmed by everything right now

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yawnjunn · 2 years

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TXT's efforts as your boyfriends

☆ YAYY XDINARY HEROES ARE BACKK im happy yayayya but anywaysss beomgyu fic is 80% finished lmao n taehyun's is still 60% finished but yeah

╰┈➤ txt x gn! reader

╰┈➤ pronouns used: they/them

╰┈➤ warnings: uhh none i think

yeonjun:

•man would cook you anything, well he TRIES to make them

•if youre craving for anything hes unfamiliar with, he'd either; 1) learn from youtube, 2) ask his mom, 3) just go with the flow

•most of the time youre craving for ramen, he'd definitely cook u some since hes a ramen expert

•he may be busy 24/7 but he really tries to balance things between his work and you

•when youre mad, hes gonna shut his mouth to let you cool off, after for a while, he'd apologies to you like a scared puppy

•"im sorry y/n, youre not mad at me arent you?"

•the moment you give him the 'im still mad at you' look, he'd just look down and let you chill off a bit more

•goes out to buy your fav snacks as a way of apologising

•although, you always said its a waste of money to buy unnecessary snacks as an apology but other than that, youre thankful that he makes those efforts

•helps you do the chores

•helps you on cooking too!!!!

•buys you LOTS AND LOTS OF GIFTS

•after work, he'd always come home bringing your fav snacks or sometimes flowers

soobin:

•this dude is a leader ofc hes gonna be busy most of the time

•BUT he makes sure to make time for you

•lets say, you both are one of those long distance relationship couples

•after work, during his lunchbreak or any break in general, he'd always call you

•makes sure you get enough water, youve eaten well etc.

•would literally be a mom mode when you told him you havent ate anything

•sends pics of odi lolol

•refers to you as 'odi's 2nd parent'

•would plan out cute dates :(

•wouldnt let you eat junk foods before bed cs he knows you'd get very hyper

•(unless you manage to convince him, he'd let you)

•checks up on you 24/7 through texting whenever u both are not with each other

•cant sleep unless youre on call with him 👍🏻

beomgyu:

•relationship w/ gyu would be chaotic but fun

•teases you 24/7

•TRIES helping you cook

•but you'd be the one scolding him cause cooking w/ him is a no no

•you cook? he watches, like sitting on the countertop swinging his legs back n forth while you cook his fav dishes

•but when youre sick, he tries to make a simple porridge or soup for you with the help of his mom (or maybe taehyun he can cook too lols)

•"i made this porridge for you out of love, you better eat that, its my mom's recipe" (i can imagine beomgyu saying this 😩)

•isnt afraid to play wrestle with you. like fr.

•wrestling with you would also means him kissing your face everywhere just so he can distract you and win

•supports you no matter what

•you failed an exam? he'd say smthn like "its okay, failing and failure is 2 different things, youre for sure not a failure"

•you feel like you need space? he'd understand. just as long as youre taking good care of yourself

taehyun:

•effortlessly romantic

•he'll be holding your hand everywhere like its natural to him

•doesnt let you carry the shopping bags, not even your purse/bag

•would be your shoulder to cry on

•sends selfies for you and only you

•gives personal space for you only if u need to

•yall know this man doesnt like to do aegyo for people, but for you he would 😩🧎🏻‍♀️

•lets you RANT about...EVERYTHING

•if you wanna rant about your fav gg/bg SURE he'll listen

•if you wanna rant about your problems OFC he'd listen and tries his best to comfort you after that

•lets say, youre a fan of other gg/bg, man would buy albums for you 😟

•just be prepared, he'll hide those bg photocards away from you so only HIS pcs matters

•protects you with all his life

•fr like if theres someone bullying you, its over for them

hueningkai:

•buys you plushies like LOTS of them

•likes to plan out cheap but cute dates

•dates like painting with each other, picnic dates, ice cream dates etc.

•even tho hes your bf, he still gets shy around you

•blushes really hard when you kiss him so passionately

•tries his best to comfort you when youre in your depression episodes

•also, he'd try making you laugh cause seeing you smile makes him smile, seeing you sad makes him sad, simple as that

•(for female) he'd ask his sisters about periods cause he wouldnt know what to do when youre crying over period cramps

•TAKES CUTE POLAROID PICS OF YOU and sticks it on his wall

•asks his hyungs (most likely soobin) on how to become more romantic

•i think he'd make a song about you tho, this guy knows alot about music

•spends most of his free time on you :))

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lovethoery · 3 years

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pairing: nonidol!jeno + fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut! please read at your own risk ♡ also just very soft n fluffy for the most part. it gets a little mean at the end but it’s all consensual and discussed before hand!!! promise.

kinks: slight puppy play, mentions of pegging and strap-ons, dominant reader, submissive jeno, mommy kink, vaginal sex, established relationship, no protection (pls b safe!!), dirty talk, fingering, ♡ big dick jeno ♡, breeding (the reader says not to, but i promise they’ve talked it over and it’s actually okay), mention of pussy eating, name calling?, tummy bulging, drooling.

a/n: i have not been able to stop thinking abt subby puppy jeno... he’s just so good... im not a dom, but for jeno (and mark)? i’ll do anything. this is very much self-indulgent. no i’m not sorry.

jeno’s hips can’t help the way they fuck into your hand, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling. it’s just so good, and he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months.

“and whose fault is that?” you coo, leaning forward to get in the boy’s face. jeno’s ears are a bright pink, chest and neck beginning to adopt the same hue. he gulps, looking down to where your fingers are wrapping around his length, working him up and down.

“m-mine...” he whispers, mouth parting open as his eyes flutter shut.

“unh-unh. eyes on me, mutt,” you order. jeno’s nothing if not obedient, though, and he opens his eyes quickly, whimpering. “do you wanna fuck mommy?” you can’t miss the way jeno’s eyes light up; it’d be impossible to miss it.

he’s pressed up against the headboard of your shared bed, shirt tossed in a corner somewhere. his jeans are unbuttoned and shoved down messily, boxers still confining most of your boyfriend’s cock. jeno looks an absolute wreck, and you can see the way the thought of being inside your pussy causes him to sink deeper into his fucked out state.

raising a hand, you brush the hair out of his face gently, jeno’s tongue brushing past his lips to wet them. your fingers itch to push past those pretty pillows and make him gag, but you figure you’d save it for later.

“yes or no, angel?”

jeno’s mouth opens wider, then closes. he looks around as if you’re baiting him, but then he speaks softly. “yes...”

“yes what, pup?” your eyes bore into his, daring him to look away when you’re practically dangling a bone in his face—something so sweet and savory. a chance he doesn’t get often.

“yes, mommy,” jeno breathes, eyes wide and borderline innocent. borderline only because you know what he’s really like—desperate, needy, trying everything in his power to keep from breaking any rules you may have set forth tonight. “please let me fuck you...”

the boy beneath you is practically vibrating from the prospect of being inside you once again. he hasn’t been allowed to fuck you as of late due to poor... technique.

“mmm...” you hum, straightening your back to sit up, taller than him; looking down on him like the mutt he is. “do you think you can do a good job? surely with how much mommy’s fucked you, you must’ve learned something, right, puppy?”

jeno whimpers, loud and high in his throat, head moving forward to rest his face in your chest. the boy mouths at your shirt, nuzzling into you. you can’t help but bring your hands to card through his hair, petting him gently. jeno is your most precious boy, after all. “oh, puppy... okay, okay... you can fuck mommy.”

moving off of his lap, you begin to pull your clothes from your body, only to be stopped by jeno. “let me, please...” always such a good boy, you think.

jeno’s fingers tremble when he brings them to the drawstring on your shorts, despite how deft and nimble they typically are. it makes you giggle, laying on your back to allow him to pull the shorts from your legs. he moves slowly, almost like he’s still unsure about it all. you coo, reaching for his wrist. you thumb over the protruding bone, reassuring in your gentle movements. he nods in understanding, spreading your your legs wide to play with your pussy, admiring the way it glistens with your essence.

a sigh slips from the both of you when jeno sinks in his middle finger, and you giggle again. jeno’s eyes snap towards you, making sure he’s doing alright before he’s wiggling the digit carefully. his thumb moves to hook onto your clit, drawing gentle circles. he’s working you up, just like you’d taught him to when you first started having sex.

you moan softly, jeno’s middle finger beginning to crook, searching for your g-spot. your back arches when he finds it, toes curling and the boy between your legs can’t help the way his tongue starts to loll out of his mouth, practically salivating at the display before him. he’s never seen something so beautiful in his entire life, and his cock throbs from where it sits half-way out of his underwear. a blurt of pre-cum spills from the tip and you grin lazily.

“and here i thought i was the only one who was wet... but you’re dripping over there, baby,” you breathe. your voice is pitched up just a little, head tilting back. you miss the way jeno’s eyes flutter shut at your words, embarrassment flooding his bones.

“can i add another finger?”

you nod at his question, praising him for being so good, remembering to ask before doing. you’ve taught him so well, how to be the best boy be can be, and jeno beams under it. he takes the permission granted to him and slips his ringer finger in next, scissoring them wide.

a whine falls from your lips, legs spreading wider as you clench around the digits. “fuck, that’s so good,” you moan, eyes moving to lock on jeno’s. you grin again, teeth on display and jeno whimpers, kissing your bent knee. moving your foot, you press it up against jeno’s cock, biting your lip in satisfaction when jeno’s hips jolt.

“hurry up, puppy. get mommy ready for your big cock so you can fuck her nice and good.”

jeno doesn’t need to be told twice, fingers beginning to speed up after adding a third, pumping in and out of you. you moan louder, head falling back against the mattress. the coil in your abdomen tightens, spring loaded and ready to snap when jeno’s thumb speeds up its circles on your bud. your hips buck up, whines falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer, falling from the edge when jeno takes initiative and gives you that fourth finger, cupping your pussy as he stretches you wide and makes you cum.

it’s with soft whines and pretty cries that you cum, back arched taut like a bowstring and jeno thinks he could cum untouched, just from the sight alone. he has, if he remembers correctly. but not right now. right now, jeno needs to be inside you.

without even thinking, jeno’s quick to pull his hands away, shoving his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to fall out, heavy and thick between his legs.

your eyes are hazy as you look up at him, still coming around from your orgasm when jeno shoves his length into you. your eyes widen, mouth falling open as he starts to thrust, eyes watering from the stretch. “f-fuck!” you cry, back arching again. it burns, but you’re too preoccupied with the pleasure that builds behind your belly button again.

four fingers are never enough when it comes to stretching you out, another reason why you prefer to fuck him, and not the other way around. that, and every time jeno gets his cock in you, it goes like this.

the boy between your legs is practically jackhammering into you, hips moving like a piston into you over and over again. his eyes are closed and his tongue hangs from his mouth, drool coating his chin. his eyes open and close, looking down at you. jeno’s so far into his own headspace, there’s nothing in his eyes but desire and a need to breed you.

“j-jen... puppy, you’ve gotta slow d-down—oh, my god...” you try, hand moving to press against his tummy. it’s damp with sweat, tensing over and over from a mix of exertion and undying pleasure. jeno, despite your pleas, shows no sign of slowing. it feels like he begins to move even faster, balls slapping against against you.

the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, your pussy squelching loudly as it tries to adjust to jeno’s width.

he stops for a moment, moving the two of you around. jeno moves with your legs tossed over his forearms, pulling you closer and up into his lap. with your feet up in the air, you feel a little burn of shame, not used to being manhandled in this way, though you know in the back of your mind you could easily take back control if needed.

jeno seems to only get rougher, pushing back into with a one-track mind. you know that look when he looks at you again. he wants to cum inside you.

“no,” you warn, hand tangling into his hair and pulling roughly.

jeno leans forward with a cry, face burying itself in your chest, knees pressing to your chest. you groan with the stretch in your thighs and waist, but shake it off, pushing it to the back of your head when you feel soft lips pressing against the base of your throat. teeth scrape across your skin, biting down.

with your legs locked up between your bodies, you have no way of pushing jeno away. it’s not that you don’t want him to cum inside, you do. it’s just... he doesn’t deserve it for the way he broke your rules.

“m-mommy!” jeno’s voice is high pitched, breaking on the end as his thrusts slow, but grow rougher. you can feel the slick between your legs, spilling down over your ass and onto the blankets beneath you. “so g-good... wanna breed you...”

your mouth opens when jeno readjusts, cock pressing up against your walls in the best way possible, pressing up against your sweet spot every single time. your toes curl where they’re propped up in the air, your boyfriend’s body preventing you from lowering them. a cramp starts to pull somewhere in your left thigh, and you contemplate telling jeno as much but when he cries out into your chest, you don’t have it in you to stop him.

“you better pull out, mutt!” you warn him, fingers wrapping around broad shoulders and digging into his skin. pretty crescent moon shapes litter his back, deep, red scratching lining his tanned skin.

your words seem to only spur jeno on, hips picking up pace as he becomes focused on only his pleasure.

“stupid dog,” is all you’re able to get out before jeno’s hips are stuttering, cock bottoming out. the tip kisses your cervix, cum painting your walls, and your own body convulses at the feeling. you moan into the air of your bedroom, pulling jeno even closer. your tummy bulges with his cock, and jeno just has to press a clammy hand against it.

jeno stays buried deep inside you for a moment, catching his breath. he’s hiccupping a little as he tries to come back to earth from whatever pleasure-induced cloud he’d been on. your fingers move to bring jeno’s face to yours, lips pressing against one another. jeno’s tongue finds refuge against your own, and you moan into his mouth. it’s sloppy and messy, the total opposite of the jeno everyone else gets to see and it makes you clench around his softening cock.

when he pulls away, you hum, taking in the sight before you. jeno’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he regards you like you’re the only source of water for miles and he hasn’t had a drop in days. his tongue hangs out of his mouth, panting like a dog, and his chin is covered in drool. your fingers work to clean his face, wiping against the bedsheets once you’ve done your best to work the spit away.

you gasp as jeno’s cock slips free, soft between his legs.

“hi, baby,” you whisper, a grin on your lips as you work him back to you. “can you speak yet?”

jeno swallows, eyes blinking slowly as his mouth works to form words.

“shh... you don’t have to try if you can’t. just nod if you’re feeling good enough to keep going.”

the boy between your legs keens softly, nodding a soft yes. you card your fingers through sweat-dampened hair, cooing gently, trying to show as much affection to the boy as you can before you’re yanking on the strands, growling under your breath.

jeno whines in pain, but you can feel his dick twitching against your ass.

“stupid fucking dog. you can’t listen, can you?” your voice is biting, though you mean no malice. “first, you think of only yourself when i so graciously let you fuck me. remember last time, mutt? remember why mommy hasn’t let you fuck her in months? because you do shit like this.” with another tug, jeno’s groaning, mouth opening again. your free fingers work into his pretty, swollen mouth, pressing down on his tongue. your thumb hooks under his jaw, in the divot behind his chin. forcing his mouth open, you maneuver his head so he’s unable to look anywhere but you. “and then, to make it worse, mommy told you not to cum inside her. but what do you do? you cum inside her like a stupid mutt. do you know what will happen if mommy gets pregnant?”

jeno’s eyes are filling with tears, and for a moment you become worried, but you know jeno’s smart enough to use his safe word. he has before, even when he’s gone so far into his puppy space that he’s gotten nonverbal.

“if mommy gets pregnant with your puppies,” you whisper, bringing him in close. he swallows as best as he can around your fingers. “then mommy can’t fuck you like the stupid bitch you are. and you will never get to come close to my pussy. do you understand me, mutt?”

the boy trapped between your legs nods quickly, drool spilling from around your fingers once more. you hum, digging a heel into jeno’s lower back before releasing him. jeno slumps against your chest once your legs are free as well, and your fingers move from his mouth to pet through his locks again.

“you’re lucky you’re so cute, nono.” your voice is breathy, a soft giggle in it somewhere as jeno rests his chin on your chest, looking up at you with big eyes. “god, i can’t even be mad at you.” you’re pouting down at him, moving to adjust your position. turning around, you rest up against the headboard, legs spread wide. jeno’s cum drips from your fluttering walls, between your cheek, and onto the bed sheet beneath you.

“if you wanna make it up to me, you’ll come over here and use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum.”

jeno’s eyes light up once more and he’s immediately crawling between your legs, ready to give you the world and then some.

#jeno lee smut #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct u smut #00 line smut #sub!nct #sub!jeno #this was so self indulgent #i just really needed this #i want a jeno so badly

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kozumebunny · 3 years

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Seijoh + Shiratorizawa + Maid Dress

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uhh flirting that has some implications? mostly gn reader

has: oikawa Tooru, iwaizumi Hajime, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro, kyotani kentaro, ushijima wakatoshi, tendou satori, semi eita, goshiki tsutomu

Oikawa Tooru

>he's wearing the maid dress because a) he lost a bet with Seijoh 4, b) you asked him to wear it or d)he wants to tease you for having a maid kink

>there's no other possible reason he's wearing it

>he'd bake milk bread with you and he's such a flirt omfg

>"are you having trouble kneading the dough, my mistress? let me put my hands over yours and show you how it's done"

>ok bitch

>he doesn't really clean

>believes he is above cleaning

>thinks he should just be eye candy and not do any actual work

>kind of the worst maid for that reason

>idk why he thought bragging to Hanamki and Matsukawa about wearing a maid dress was a good idea but he did

>now everyone knows

>Hanamaki got real oh you haven't heard energy

>so yeah now his fan club wants him to wear the maid dress for them

Iwaizumi Hajime

>no he won't wear it for you

>it's heartbreaking

>even when he loses a bet he says the only way they can get him in it is if they forcefully do it

>they tried and failed

>mildly upset about him not wearing the maid dress

>but it's okay because he later on tells you "I don't need to wear a stupid maid dress to take care of you. Besides, I thought you liked my muscle tank tops."

>ok mr. heartthrob you right about that

>(don't admit to him he will hold it over your head and wear muscle tops to fish for compliments from you. don't give him the power)

Matsukawa Issei

>you just come to his house one day and he's like "what's up" as if he isn't even wearing a maid dress that hangs loosely on him?? clearly one or two sizes too big

>"amazon said to size up. amazons a fucking liar"

>will not do anything you ask of him

>won't call you mistress or master or anything like that that puts you in the position of power

>He'll make food for the both of you and do his cleaning chores and that's it

>just sits on the couch watching tv with you in the maid dress.

Hanamaki Takahiro

>he'll wear it but if anyone asks him about it directly he denies it

>doesn't care if you tell everyone. he still denies it

>he can't cook but he can clean

>will do what you tell him to, but there is a limit to how much he'll do for you so don't push it

>is also probably wearing a maid outfit that isn't like. meant to be a maid outfit

>it's a sex shop type maid outfit lmfao

>"what maid outfit was I supposed to get?" pls he's so clueless on this shit

Kyotani Kentaro

>the only person who can convince him to wear one is Iwaizumi

>you're not getting him in the maid dress otherwise

>f in the chat

>I really need to stop saying that

>I think he might go for a lacy or more delicate looking one. Not because he feels like he's good looking in it, but he associates maids overall as very like. prim and proper delicate things. like pink floral porcelain things

>can't cook. if you ask him to clean he will immediately stop doing it. he's a stubborn dick

>will just straight up leave your house if you push him to do stuff for you too much

>won't ever admit to wearing it. iwaizumi won't tell anyone that Kyotani wore one either

Ushijima Wakatoshi

>this reeks tendou mischief

>he had a hand in it

>semi could not stop him

>either tendou knows that you like boys in maid dresses or he thinks Ushijima in a maid dress would be the perfect thing for you

>Tendou may or may not have such a hard time finding a dress size for Ushijima

>dude is 6 foot and built y'all idk how he would even find one

>power of god and anime on his side I suppose

>he also wears one that is really basic

>black and white with an apron

>"an apron is good so I can stay clean while doing my chores."

>"Waka-chan we want to go for looks and beauty with maid outfits not practicality"

>wears the maid dress for you but he's still a little clueless

>he doesn't get that he should be calling you master or mistress so you have to explicitly tell him. treats it as a more boss/worker relationship than maid/master relationship

>like yes he understands do as he's told, do what you ask, be efficient about it, all around take care of you

>proud of the fact that he can take care of you

>he will give you healthy snacks and cook a healthy dinner

>won't give you candy

>"it's not good to eat so much candy so let's eat healthier snacks"

>you have to give in cause he's such a sweetheart

>wants you to watch him cook cause he does all sorts of fancy tricks to impress you

>may or may not have learned said tricks from Tendou

Semi Eita

>oh good god he will only wear it for you in private and deny it if ever asked

>no photos or videos allowed!!

>he's so blushy and nervous in it it's not something to laugh about

>put the cat ears and tail on him. you know you want to

>but he will wear it for you

>wears it cause you express interest in it

>blushing when he calls you mistress/master

>very sweet

>cuts fruit for you and even hand feeds it to you

>a sweetheart

>calls you sweet pet names in between like "of course, my puppy"

>will do what you ask of him so don't take advantage of him!!

>his love language is acts of service so really, him wearing a maid dress is just. him in a maid dress going out his normal routine with you

>10/10 would date him in a heart beat

>ASKING HIM TO PLAY GUITAR FOR YOU??? PLEASE DO IT?? SINGS ALL SORTS OF LOVE SONGS FOR YOU OR LULLABYS OR DISNEY SONGS

>DONT TOUCH ME IM SOFT LIKE JELLO

Tendou Satori

>wears it for you of his own volition

>if he even has a sneaking suspicion you're into it bam he's already on a cosplay website

>probably cosplaying an anime character

>like he's wearing ram or rem's maid dress (from re:zero)

>can't cook. don't trust him with it. he will accidentally kill you

>can clean but does it super fast so he can spend more time with you

>so not really a good job

>calls you all the master/mistress/pet names he can

>oh he's soaking this shit up

>he's expecting you to wear the maid dress in return for him

Goshiki Tsutomu

>I feel like he would have a very traditional approach with the maid dress

>might wear one that's like a kimono or yukata base style?

>will only wear it if you explicitly ask him to

>Tendou probably riles him up into it

>"but what if she wants you to Goshiki? Don't you want to be the best boyfriend possible?"

>will bow when you come to his home

>always yes thank you with a sir/maam at the end

>Does his best

>when he cuts fruit for you he even cuts them out into little shapes

>its honestly so sweet

>Will even give you a massage

>brushes your teeth, dresses you in the morning

>very proud of himself because he knows he can take care of you for a fact now

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sweetberrysmooch · 3 years

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HC: Call This The ‘Can This Man Cook’ Section

(….. I don’t think these men can cook 😔)

First post pog :D I wrote a majority of these super late at night, so please forgive and let me know of any mistakes you find <3 Also, it’s a little long lol

Characters: Dream, George, SapNap, Badboyhalo, Wilbur, Technoblade, Philza, Quackity, Fundy, Schlatt.

Warnings: None, except for a kinda risqué comment in Philza’s. Oh and I guess there’s mentions of eating meat in case someone wants the warning :3

Song Recommendation: I Love You So- The Walters

Hella fluffy! Hope you enjoy <3

From best to worst:

#1: BadBoyHalo-

Bad is the best at cooking on the server. He is the creme of the crop, absolute top one percent, king shit at cooking.

He can cook, bake, and temper chocolate perfectly, what more could you want?

His favorite to-go recipes are cheesy garlic bread and a special spicy chicken and rice recipe which he typically makes when the boys are over at his house for the night. When he’s with you he goes for something a little smoother, some mulled sweet berry cider with a smoked cod fillet, eaten under the light of candles while you quietly chat about life and your fellow friends. It’s always one of Bad’s most anticipated hangouts, and he’s very careful about planning when it comes to those days.

While he appreciates being complimented on his food or his skills, deep down he wants to have someone to cook and share his knowledge with so the cooking process becomes much richer. He’s cooked for so long and learned so much, but it means nothing if he can’t share it with another person. The moment you come to him and ask him for help on any kind of recipe, he’ll drop almost everything to help you.

Side note; he absolutely carried lunch and dinner for his fellow DTeam members. While Sapnap would mostly take over breakfast, Bad would be hounded by begging puppy looks from these adult men who couldn’t cook and kind of just sigh and get the ‘kiss the cook’ apron ready. It’s not like he hates it or anything, but the endearing factor kinda slips off after a few years of adult men groveling.

(Bad’s hands rest over yours, dwarfing them entirely as he helps you cut the pasta sheet straightly. “There you go!” He encourages, squeezing your hand gently and stepping away, moving back to dice the vegetables on the cutting board next to you. A comfortable silence falls, and with it comes something in Bad’s heart softening. The worries and exhaustion in his mind ease, and he slips into a contented routine of finely chopping and slicing. It’s been a while since he’s felt so calm. There’s nothing that can ruin this-

The front door slams open. Footsteps walk in and approach the kitchen and you both hear it,

“Baaaaaaaaad.” Bad cringes, taking a step back.

“Baaaaaaaaaaad, we’re hungry.” Sapnap.

“Yeah Bad, feeeeeeeed uuuuuuus.” George.

And then, from around the door frame, a white mask peeks in. Nobody says a word, but you can feel Bad deflate next to you like let go balloon.

“It’s alright, big guy.” You laugh, grabbing his forearm and leaning up against him. His sad puppy eyes make you smile a little, and you try to reassure him. “We can hang out alone another time. Let’s keep working on the pasta.” He sighs, but still returns your smile. “Yeah, another time.”)

#2: Philza

Sigh…. he can cook. Not quite as good as Bad can, but better than Quackity. A solid second place. It stems mainly from being so knowledgeable that he just knows and has tried so many different foods, but since he doesn't actually do much cooking, I'm making him a flaky second place.

Doesn’t mind cooking, but doesn’t love doing it either. He’s always focused on so many different things that he’ll forgo eating to keep working on what he’s doing. He mostly cooks for Techno and Ranboo or the few guests (you) they seem to receive. Makes great stew, and even better roasted chicken, is absolutely immaculate when it comes to cooking bird.

He didn’t teach Wilbur or Techno shit! I wish I could say it’s because he wanted to but just couldn’t, but he was literally like “hmm. Im a little busy now, maybe next year” every year!! But, this being said, if you ask him to make something with you or teach you how to cook a particular dish, he will agree to help you. Old age has really mellowed him out, and after certain events, he realizes he needs to stay a bit closer to those he cares about from now on.

He likes sweets well enough, and will always thank you for any gifts you make for him. Along with growing older, he’s had time to lose his pickiness he had in his youth. If he does end up cooking with you, he’ll prefer doing the harder recipes over easy ones. He will lose it laughing if it turns out bad, so don’t worry about any disappointment (his children make up enough of that ^^).

(“Now,” Phil starts, washing his hands quickly as you wait for him next to the cutting board. “Pufferfish needs to be prepared perfectly, or we will die when we eat it. But I don’t need to explain to you how a pufferfish works, now do I?”

When you shake your head no, he comes up behind you, tarnished wings bound and hair pulled up in a pony tail.

“The meat of a pufferfish is very delectable, and much better with a glass of wine.” He grins cheekily, “ If this works out well, which I’m sure it will, dinner will be delicious.”

It falls quiet for a second, and as your hesitantly looking over the fish that may be your last, you gasp when you feel him press up against you back and rest his chin on your shoulder. “Maybe there’ll be other delicious things to eat as well,” He murmurs into you ear, before leaning back and busting out laughing. Your face feels stupidly hot. Dilfza quest activated.)

#3: Quackity-

Quackity:

Quackity can cook. I know!! I’d say he’s like the third best cooker on the list. And he’s not half bad at baking either.

He likes making up stupid bad recipes and trying them out with you, even if at the end of it the one of you up chucks your damned creations the hour after. Despite his reigning need for chaos though, he knows how to make a decent amount of recipes and strives for praise when he’s actually putting forward effort. He’ll arrange little dinner dates (“A handsome man and his very pretty friend, good food made by yours truly, and La Chona, what do you say, baby?”) and will sit there with a 🥺 look on his face until you tell him if you liked it or not.

He tries to act like he’s unaffected by your words, but even a small, “That was really good.” will make him turn red and giggle like a schoolgirl. He tries to play it off, but it’s easy to tell he loves the complements. Will also never tell you anything you make is bad. You are a deity descended upon minecraft Earth and he is but your prettiest disciple who will uphold your honor and treat you like you should be treated!!!! But he’ll then promptly choose to help you with and guide you into cooking/baking better ^^; He loves you!

As for baking, he really likes making cakes because of how simple they can be. It helps calm him down when he can just slip into bake mode and follow a recipe and make something nice at the end of it. Speaking of, he also has a sweet tooth, but not quite as bad as Techno does. Any sweets or food you make for him is always eaten, and always held in high regard. Will try to entice you into feeding him 👀👀 so watch out.

(He’s doing it again. You try to avoid looking directly at the dopey lovesick smile Quackity has on his face at the moment, but as you lift the fork up, you get a better idea.

You look at him (to which he seems to melt a little under your gaze), look at the fork, and then back to him, raising the piece of cake up to his lips. His expression turns flabbergasted and his blush deepens.

He doesn’t seem to believe you for a second, until you nudge the cake close and flash him a smile. Then it’s like a switch has been flicked; he giggles, blushing, and eats the cake right off the fork. He’s gone back to smiling that silly smile again, this time even brighter, but it’s okay. You try to ignore the way your heart speeds up in your chest when he begs you for another piece.)

#4: Schlatt-

Another cooker~! He specializes with formal dinners more than anything else, and adores a good steak.

During his presidency, he didn’t cook very often. Quackity and you had to keep him fed through most of it, and the memory of watching you cook in his kitchen while he looked over work papers at his dining table leaves a mark on him, sealing a new crave for domesticity that he hadn’t ever wanted before.

Sometimes he would cook though. You, Quackity, and Tubbo would all gather around and eat together every once in a blue moon, when Schlatt was sober and calm. It feels tense at the table but also not in a way? Schlatt always seems to be chillest during dinner, a mix of the alcohol wearing off and the emphatic family feel that comes with Tubbo, Quackity, and you surrounding him.

He loves cake! It’s one of the few desserts he’ll eat, but you have to watch him closely or he’ll gorge himself of the treat. Indulge him and invite him to make a cake with you, and it will be one of the most interesting bakes of your life. How Schlatt got three eggs to stick to the ceiling is beyond you, but the look in his eyes tells you he’s completely fucking sober and hamming up his own cluelessness. You probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for him hiding all the other eggs around your kitchen as well. How did he get one on the top of your door without it falling when you opened it? That’s between him and god.

Overall, a good 4th place on the list.

(“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Schlatt says, deadpanned, looking you right in the fucking eyes with an undisturbed egg sitting perfectly straight on his head.

“Where are the eggs, Schlatt.”

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

“Schlatt.”

“Yes.”

The container you kept them in is completely empty on your kitchen counter, once full of eggs but now reduced to a desolate husk of its former glory. Speaking of former glories, your president turns around, arms crossed and stands there silently.

You look around. Theres one in the door handle of in the pantry, another wedged between two slices of bread in your bread box, and- oh god. On the fucking ceiling. Three, stuck to the ceiling, unmovable. After a full minute of dead silence you manage a “What the fuck have you done?”, and Schlatt turns to look.

“Oh hey. There they are.” Your mind turns into a rock, shatters, and crumbles into dust.)

#5: Dream-

Honestly if you’re looking for edible food that tastes range from ok to good Dream is your man. 5th place.

He knows a lot of ‘depression era’ type recipes just because he’s pretty homeless and his man hunts don’t allow him much time to hone his skills. Stuff like bread or mushroom stew comes easy to him after so many times of having to do it on the run. Bread is the only baking he won’t screw up.

Can cook meat well enough too, but doesn’t really do anything special to it (besides his sauces).

To elaborate: Over the unknown span of his life, he’s acquired these recipes for forgotten and questionable sauces that he’ll store in little jars and leave at your house for you to use. They’re odd, and the ingredients aren’t ever what you think might be edible, but they’re surprisingly tasty none the less. He likes to show you a new one every month or so to keep things fresh.

Pretty general about sweets, but has a severe love for chocolate, especially dark chocolate. Has never had one, but dreams about chocolate cake. It’s high on his bucket list and written another four times over.

One of his favorite things to do with you is bake, mainly because of how ruinous it always turns out. No matter your skill, Dream’s vibes decimates any luck the two of you will have while baking. It’s scientifically proven. You left the cupcakes in for a minute-JUST a minute over what they should’ve been and they came out rock solid. Dream tried to eat one anyway. Best part was watching him try to bite through the shell.)

(He thinks he’s over selling it, half-gnawing on the brown cupcake (it was supposed to be vanilla, he thought) and making stupid growls when his teeth barely break through the surface, but the feeling he gets when you start laughing hysterically next to him wipes away any negative thought he had and fills him with utter joy.

It's very late into the night, and you’re both a little loopy, but all the while you still lean against him as you giggle, the spot tingling where your hand rests on his arm.

His heart thumps crazily, before sinking. Oh god. He’s in love with you.)

#6: Technoblade-

Knows a lot, but very little. He can cook the meat perfectly fine, but there’s a difference between being cooked and tasting good. He doesn’t know how to season them. Salt is the bare minimum you get.

6th place ^^; sorry king.

He’s good with potatoes though. I like to think that the countless hours spent potato farming had to account for something. He likes having cheese and butter on them every once in a while, but for the most part just eats them salted like an animal. It’s practically a show to watch him eat a cooked potato in three bites without anything but salt on it.

Big man loves food though, even if he doesn’t eat like it. Steak and cooked fish are high on his list of foods, but only if it’s cooked by Philza. And eventually you fall into his “I trust to eat this from you” category as well, but he has a special place in his heart for Phil’s cooking. Rabbit stew is at the very top.

He also eats a lot, being 6’10 and 200 something pounds of muscle, gotta consume quite a bit to keep him moving.

As for the sweeter variety of food, he’s got a massive sweet tooth. The moment you make him an apple pie or honey candy or anything of the like, he’s immediately enamored with you. Sweet things are hard to come by on the smp, especially with how far out he lives, but it’s a secret weakness of his that is very easily exploitable.

(You’ll be the death of him, he thinks, watching you closely as you trudge your way through the freshly fallen snow towards his house. Your normal pack is lighter than it usually looks, and he worries that you may slip and hurt yourself on the ice before you make it to the door. But still, you keep walking until you're standing at his doorstep, fist raised to knock when he opens it for you.

You look surprised for a second, and then a grin splits your face and his heart races.

“I can’t stay for long,” you say, having spent at least 30 minutes to get there. “But I wanted to drop this off for you before you went out to hunt again.”

Out of the bag, you pull another smaller leather bag and hand it to him gently. It rests heavy in his palm, and for a moment he’s sure it’s ender pearls that you’ve brought him. But still he opens it, and he’s immediately taken aback by the smooth golden candies you brought him.

“They’re honey candies.” At this point you’re practically grinning. “I thought you might like some while I was making them last night.”

He doesn’t have to see his own face to feel the deep blush setting in on his cheeks and ears. You…. you’re so…… sweet. You are very…. sweet, he admits to himself, and he is very not attached to you. Not at all.)

#7: Fundy and Sapnap tie.

Fundy-

Has his old man's cluelessness but is a fast learner. He doesn’t have much time to expand his food repertoire so it’s pretty much the basic stuff that he’s eaten during the war or before that when he was younger.

He really likes cooking though, and will invite you to come cook with him for dinner or lunch if he wants to hang out. When they were together, Dream had given him an old dusty cookbook that had several recipes he hadn’t ever heard of before, so that’s where most of what he tries to make comes from. His favorite to date was a special mutton dish that he asked you to try with him on his last birthday. It was just the two of you, but he had never had so much fun before.

Doesn’t like eating fish however, there’s just some bad vibe he gets when he thinks about cooking one or catching one. (Desperately ignores the fish fucker. Desperately ignores the fish fucker. Despera-)

Loves sweet berries as treats, seeing as that’s the only sweet thing he grew up with. Not too big on other sweet flavors. Likes honey in his tea though.

7th place cooker, will get higher as he learns more dishes.

(He raises his wine high with a laugh, clinking your glass with it as you both giggle drunkenly.

The lamb you had cooked together turned out amazing, juicy and tender and flavored with crimson fungus juice. The recipe was from an old cookbook he had, he faintly remembers telling you, hiding the fact that it was Dream’s cookbook that he was given after a particularly nasty argument.

He doesn’t want to think about him, especially not while he’s with you. Especially not when it’s his birthday.

So instead he ponders the trip through the nether he took with you to harvest some of the fungi, how the juice was tangy and slightly bitter, but how it had done wonders when basted onto the meat while frying.

You had looked so happy when you two plated the dish, so proud of him, all in a way that Dream never was.

Even now, as you tiredly smile at him from across the table, cheeks pink and eyes focused solely on the moment you were sharing, he feels at peace for once. This is what contentment felt like. Oh, how he loves you so.)

Sapnap-

Shame the shit cooker. Ok ok, he’s not as bad as some of the others on this list, but that’s just because he can make a half decent breakfast. It’s not much competition.

Bad has desperately tried to teach this boy some cooking besides eggs and toast, but the only things that seem to have stuck are mashed potatoes and grilled pork chops. Neither of which he even likes enough to make often.

He prefers fish to meat, and would eat any kind of cod you offered to him. Likes smoked salmon a lot, it’s something Bad made for him a lot when he was younger. He tries to recreate the dish, but comes up short and feels disheartened when it isn’t like Bad’s. He’d appreciate any time you took with him to learn how to make the dish, and it wholly sticks to his mind afterwards. He never forgets the experience, and treasures it very closely.

Likes not-sweet sweets. Not bitter per say, but just not very sweet. He likes chewy taffy in particular, but the old lady kind that lasts 60 years but gets hard in 6 minutes after being exposed to open air. Gotta be polite about it too, or he’ll end up embarrassed and pout for an hour.

(He’s eaten 6 of those fucking taffies since you sat down on the couch, completely straight-faced as the two of you of you listen to Dream and George talking.

At this point you’re completely checked out of their conversation, solely focused on the taffy Sapnap keeps eating. Where does he even get those? How many does he have?? You’ve been friends with him long enough to have seen him pop a taffy every other second of the day. He seems to have a stash on him at all times tucked away, filled with paper-wrapped pastel covered sweets.

“Want one?” Sapnap asks, holding out a light blue taffy with a little star drawn in yellow dye on the wrapper.

“What?” Startled, you lean back a bit and realize you had been staring him down as he ate, and flush with how rude that probably seemed.

“Want a taffy? I don’t mind sharing with you, cutie.” He winks and offers the taffy again. “....” You gaze at the taffy curiously. You’ve never seen him offer another person one of his precious taffies before. Hmm. “...Yes, thanks.”

You take it delicately, unwrapping the wrapper and taking a bite of it experimentally. It’s very lightly sweet, soft and chewy and surprisingly pleasant.

Sapnap watches you from the corner of his eye, softly smiling when he sees you eat the rest of it. Glad to see someone else has good tastes around here.)

#8. George-

Meager man makes a meager meal. I said what I said!!! This flatbread boy knows diddly squat, and the only things he can cook successfully are bread and mushroom soup. Which he will make. And that’s all he’ll make. Any food that isn’t that is cooked by either Bad or Dream, and he’s still picky about it.

He’ll make you the soup and bread ladies and gents. I’m not saying they’ll taste great together, but he will definitely make them for you. Anything else he’s pretty critical about, and he doesn’t care much for treats or dessert. He does occasionally like dark chocolate though, which he and Dream will beg Bad to make for them. Soon he begs you to make it for him, and then you have to go ask Bad how he makes it so George won’t complain about how it tastes different from Bads. It’s a weird situation. You make a lot of chocolate. Dream and George linger at your house for weeks on end until you get fed up and shoo them away with a broom.

To his credit, even though he can’t cook much, he’s really proud of his mushroom stew. Any time you let him cook, his go-to is his mushroom stew. He likes to feed you and know that you’re not hungry somewhere, and to top it off he gets to show you his prized dish; not Bad’s or Dream’s stew, but his. He’s cute or whateva…

(George places the bowl down in front you, stepping back and turning to grab his own, before sitting down next to you. He immediately begins to eat, and you give him a half glance as you bring the soup up to smell it.

It… doesn’t smell that bad, actually. Not burnt, at least. You spoon some of the soup into your mouth.

Despite all you’ve seen of George’s cooking, this is pretty well made. It’s nice and warm, and the flavors are rich and the mushrooms soft. You choose to ignore the small smile of his face next to you, and keep eating your soup quietly together.)

#9: Wilbur

Wilbur can’t cook for shit. Literally nothing. This man knows apples grow from trees and that animals are made of meat and that’s it.

You think Wilbur made any of his food when he was president or exiled or ever? Not a chance. He ate anything given to him, Tubbo and Tommy absolutely brought this man all the food they could find so he wouldn’t get eat straight trash or starve throughout the presidency. Techno slid him bare cooked potatoes in Pogtopia and he thought “oh this slaps….. this is the pinnacle of food”

Which I know, not really sexy. But! This means that the moment you feed him something a step up from a bare cooked potato he is in food heaven. He especially loves saucier kinds of foods with lots of flavor and spice to them, it’s just so fucking good. Food becomes his kryptonite after you feed this silly man.

With sweets, however, he isn’t that much of a fan. He does like those small lemon creme crackers, and you and da boys are the only ppl he’ll share them with.

(You hear him before you see him. The familiar clambering at your window draws your attention away from the pork you were dicing, and one look over your shoulder shows a disheveled but grinning Wilbur.

“I hope I’m not too late for dinner.” He jokes, brushing off his pants before approaching you to press a kiss to your temple. Soon after that you hear another set of clambering, and two pairs of stomps reveals one Tommy and one Tubbo respectively.

“What’s for dinner tonight, mate?”

“Hope you don’t mind if we join in!”

You sigh, turning back to hide your smile before they can see it.)

// Hope you enjoyed! I might write a pt2 of this later with some other ppl in it lol we’ll see :3

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lasquadrasfuckhouse · 3 years

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Hello!

Maybe some la sqadra headcanons with s/o, who is super fixed on pets? Like, they want to adopt every animal from the shelter, and cry every time they see a abandoned pet on the street. S/o just loves pets so so much that they would do everything to have more

Ofc it's just a proposition, bye bye!❤

AW I LOVE THIS

la squadra with a partner who loves animals 😻

risotto ✂️

he gets it. he has a soft spot for small cute things

he's very fond of how doting u are to every creature but he'll keep you in check, gently pull you away from a passing animal shelter and the like. pets take commitment and u both have very demanding jobs as is

he will help u set out bowls of water for all the strays and little creatures tho

if u bring home a lost pet he'll want you to bring it to the shelter and let the people there find its owner but you count as small cute things he's soft for (because everyone is small compared to risotto). give him puppy eyes for long enough and he'll give you a few days to find the owner yourself but it can't interfere with work and you're completely responsible for it

you'll probably be able to sway him on taking in ONE (1) stray cat if it has the right temperament, quiet and won't interfere and more on the independent side. there are a lot of strays in the neighbourhood as is, he figures having a cat in the house won't be much more of a stretch than you looking after the cats outside

he reasons that for himself too because he loves cats. he'll let it sleep on his chest and he WILL take it for walks on a lil kitty harness do NOT test him, do NOT fuck with this guy while he's walking his cat

he also thinks tarantulas, scorpions, and reptiles are cool (reptiles would love him he's so warm!!!) but maintaining a terrarium is a lot of work

prosciutto 🚬

no. he will answer firmly, no. you both know how busy you are

he tries to reason with you every time you cry over a stray: you can't adopt them all, you know it would be a disservice to the animal to take on that responsibility only to find you can't balance it, i know it's sad but you're only one person with a very difficult job you can't overhaul the shelter system overnight. he'd try to help you toughen up for your own sake, not that u have to love animals any less but he doesn't want u burning out emotionally and he doesn't like seeing u cry either

if u bring home a lost pet, he will also insist you take it to the shelter. if u have a staredown about it (the shelters are so busy already and what if they can't find its person!!!!), it will be a LONG staredown. but if u promise to take full responsibility and find the owners asap he will relent BUT DONT MAKE IT A HABIT. if he has spare time he May help you with finding the owners, mostly to speed things up but it does also make u happy

might also accept one (1) cat with the right temperament but it's YOUR responsibility. if you're prepared to take on the commitment urself, he can coexist with a chill cat pretty easily. he will give it pets if it curls around his legs. if it wants to curl up in his lap, as long as he's not busy, well..... he would allow it

(the cat definitely grows on him)

he supposes he wouldn't mind fishes or a reptile but again, your responsibility

pesci 🎣

he thinks ur so sweet and he has a very hard time saying no to you

as long as ur managing your time and energy right he doesn't think it's so bad!!!! will defend you if the others try to tease you or get on your case

he will help. he might not mesh well with very rambunctious and outgoing animals tho. he may get nervous about caring for them right (is this food good for them? how do i hold them? what if they get sick?) but if u show him how and reassure him and he gets reassurance and affection from the critter too he'll probably cry

he would, of course, love a fish tank. he gets really into arranging and rearranging the setup and caring for ur fishies. he could watch them for hours and also defends them against people who say they're boring (THEY HAVE PERSONALITY)

he would say no to arachnids or other bugs and no to reptiles and amphibians (cause they eat bugs)

formaggio 🧀

HES RIGHT THERE WITH U

cats are his favorite even if he is not cats' favorite. he looks after the strays with you and will comfort you when you cry about them

if you find a lost pet he'll help you hide it (probably make it smaller) while you team up to secretly care for it and find the owners

'formaggio what the hell is that sound coming from ur room' 'oh i just fell asleep with the tv on' '..... and it's still making the same sounds 3 hours later?' 'ITS A LONG MOVIE'

HE WOULD LOVE TO RAISE A CAT WITH U. two cats would be great too but you do both have busy jobs. cool with rodents too, would be cool with a dog or parrot in theory but in practice they take a lot of work and require a lot of social time and y'all are pretty busy being assassins.

illuso ✨

he will gently tease you for being a softie (the keyword here being gently because he loves u) but he's honestly a little endeared

he's trying to befriend the flock of crows around base so they'll be his little minions so u spend time together leaving them snack offerings

for trying to actually get a pet tho? ur on ur own

if you find a lost pet he may offer to hide it in the mirror world while u search for the owner BUT he will require payment. whether that is a kiss or you do his chores for a week. and he doesn't really do well with animals cause he just doesn't know what to do with them but he will do his best to help care for them in the mirror world if u can't be there because it's for u (and contrary to popular belief he's not completely heartless)

no. no strays in the house. i know it's cute and sad but it's all dirty, you don't know where it's been. but then you start tearing up and he's like ah fuck okay FINE tidy it up and bring it to the shelter but im outtie

he does find cats and snakes very graceful tho and may be open to having one as long as it's a good fit personality and needs wise and it's mostly your responsibility

melone 🍈

he finds it adorable. he loves how sweet u are

he loves hearing about his partner's interests so he will talk about cool biological and developmental animal facts and how u can learn a lot about human behaviour by studying the nature around us

doesn't see the harm in helping out any strays or lost creatures u may find and is totally down to help

he will remind u that pets are a lot of responsibility tho!!! if u want one u have to figure out how to balance other responsibilities with it but he's cool with co-parenting

he thinks reptiles and amphibians are really fucking cool. he'd probably be interested in a bird too cause he has the patience and creativity for them but ur also both busy people. he'd LOVE having sweet rat babies b/c they are so smart!!!

ghiaccio ❄️

he LOVES everything cute and soft and fluffy so he understands but also you can't rescue every stray or adopt the whole shelter we are assassins,

you befriend the neighbourhood cats together and build squirrel feeders. sometimes you'll go to the park just to cry about how cute all the dogs are

if you find a lost pet he may try to be like ugh.... do we have time for this....... but he caves VERY fast. will whisper-yell at anyone who tries to give you grief for it because he doesn't want to startle the poor creature. will help you find its owner if it'll get the others off ur back

he would very much want to raise cute animals with u. you have work to think about but if u had a rather independent cat that would work. he'd also love rats and hamsters

starts dreaming of retiring with u one day so u can have a bunny and a yappy little pomeranian he can wear matching sweaters with

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

they think ur utterly adorable. ur their sweet beloved third and they dote on you and would love to be involved in/support ur passions

they will help u look after the strays and may point out like someone's cute dog that they're walking just to see ur eyes light up and hear u gush

they Will smuggle lost pets inside the base for you and they Will help you find the owner they don't care about getting in trouble with risotto they're in trouble all the time anyway it's their jobs

would very much like to be pet parents with u and it might honestly be easier to manage between the three of you

they'd do very well with rats, they could handle high energy pets like ferrets, parrots, and dogs, but y'know u do all have work and stuff. they are determined to find the right fit for all of u b/c ur so cute they can't NOT indulge u

maybe one day the three of u can retire on a heap of money and adopt an older cockatoo and harness train it so u can all go on adventures together, that's the dream!!!!

#THIS WAS VERY FUN THANK U FOR THE ASK!!!!!#la squadra #la squadra x reader #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #vento aureo #ask

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Wallpaper - Reid x Reader

A/N: Hello Lovelies! I attempted some pure fluff this time to show my love to my bby, @spencer-reid-in-a-pool ! I wanted to shower her with love and this was the only way I could think how, so I hope you enjoy! Shoutout to @imagining-in-the-margins for the adorable prompt! You’re amazing and ily!

Also shout out to my amazing beta buddies, @sunlight-moonrise , @clean-bands-dirty-stories , and @definitelynotkatesblog !

Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: FLUFFY FLUFF

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 4.2k

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In the world of darkness that surrounds our lives, it’s important to find the light in the world. Luckily for me, our paperwork days meant being sat across from my best friend, Spencer Reid. The man whose smile lit the entire room, who could drop everything in an instant for someone he loves; who makes my days brighter at the simplest, “Hi.” The curly-haired genius spends his days surrounded by the worst humans in existence, using his brain to help the world before helping himself. With his IQ of 187, his mind works a million miles a minute, but sometimes he still needs help. That’s where my job comes in.

I joined the BAU a year ago, and was instantly drawn to the resident genius. He was timid when I first met him, as if scared the world would break him with everything it decided to throw at the sweet man. Slowly, I captured the heart of our resident genius, who was now my best friend. Over the course of the years, he became my favorite person. On cases, I would make sure he took time to drink water and rest when possible, bringing him snacks when his brain was wrapped in his geological profile. I made it my mission to teach the genius to love himself as much as he loves others.

Paperwork days were when I really got to see his bright smile and soft laughter. It became a running joke between us. Whenever Spencer would get up to grab us coffee from the kitchen, I would steal his phone to change the wallpaper to something silly. Every time he would check his phone for updates, he would see a new silly picture and grace me with a shining smile and chuckle. Even for these split moments in time, I knew I had distracted him from the morbid things littering our desks. His smile lit up the bullpen, leaving butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, my own smile gracing my lips. He would always shake his head before changing it back, already knowing he would find a new wallpaper later that day. Luckily for me, today was a long, dragging paperday which means I had plenty of time to meet my Spencer-Smile quota for the day.

First thing this morning, I got my hands on his cell. Pre-coffee brain, the only thing I could think of was the most ridiculous picture of our own Derek Morgan. The image was one Penelope graced me with, a photo he attached when shamelessly flirting with her during our downtime. As quickly as I could, I set the lockscreen and gently placed the device back on his desk, almost in the right spot although I’m sure Spencer would notice it had been moved. I sit back in my chair, slowly starting to spin as I see Spencer make his way back to our desks, two mugs in hand as his glasses begin to slide down the bridge of his nose. I shoot up to wrap my hands around the steaming mug, the warmth like a warm hug. I pull the mug up to my face, smelling the delicious scent of coffee created perfectly to my specifications. Sometimes boy genius’ memory has its perks. Settling back at my desk, I sort through the mound of files for the day in anticipation.

Looking up from my own cases, I look across to Spencer who has his face buried in a file, his finger trailing down the pages taking my mind into places it shouldn’t go. After an hour he still hasn’t seen his wallpaper, plastering a frown on my face. I pull out my own device, immediately texting a gif of Stitch saying hi to “Pretty Boy”, hearing his phone ding almost immediately. Looking across to Spencer, he almost spits out his coffee seeing the ever flirtatious Derek Morgan gracing his screen. The reaction sent me into a whirlwind of laughter, my head thrown back, almost cackling at the poor man.

As I calm down, wiping the tears from under my eyes, I see Spencer looking at me with his signature smile, making my heart flutter.

“That was a good one, Y/N. You really got me this time.” He chuckles, looking at this screen again before looking back at me. “Might have been your best one yet,” he says as he works to change it back. The poor technophobe had to learn because of me how to change his wallpaper since he realized I wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He’s still a tad slow but watching him try to work through it makes my heart happy as I return to my own files.

As I try to work through my own files, an IM from the tech queen herself pings my computer.

P.Garcia: “Changed Boy Wonder’s wallpaper again? When are you going to tell him?! Your puppy eyes give you away, darling. You can’t lie to me.”

Y/N: “Darling Penelope, I would never lie to you. Alas, you continue shipping something that will never sail..” I reply to her, hoping she gets the gist.

Although Spencer lives in my thoughts rent free, that’s where he’ll stay. As much as I wanted him in my arms instead, it simply wasn’t going to happen. I close my messages before trying to actually get some work done. I’d rather not stay late yet again due to my tendency to be a bit scatterbrained.

***

Coffee break number two rolls around and I already have the perfect picture planned. Reid scurries into the kitchen desperate for more coffee and I rush to his desk. Pulling out his phone, I send an image to it before saving it. It is one of my all time favorites. A movie night Spencer and I shared. I convinced him to let me pamper him under the reasoning of some well deserved self-care. Surprisingly, the man went along with my antics, although fighting me on this gem. The image is a sneaky one that Reid doesn’t even know exists. During our self-care night, I tried to take pictures of him looking as cute as ever, but he kept blocking me. Luckily, Spencer fell asleep before his mask came off leaving the perfect opportunity to snap the evidence. There is Spencer in all his glory, curled up on my couch in the light blue robe I saved for him that was covered in little clouds, a purple face-mask clinging to his cheeks, trying to avoid his eyebrows.To top it all off, he wore a bright pink headband to push his hair back decorated with bunny ears. The picture shows the soft side of our boy, a side I wished he would show more.

Throwing his phone back on his pile of files, I sit back at my desk, nonchalantly sipping my now cold coffee. Seeing Reid shuffle back to his desk, I wait for him to pick up his phone with my mug resting against my mouth. Spencer readjusts his frames as he settles in his chair, looking me in the eyes before looking at his phone. Instead of his normal chuckle, a pout graces his plush lips. Although his lips are normally a favorite of mine to stare at, the pout twists my gut.

“I thought you didn’t get any pictures of me that night,” he mumbles, giving me puppy eyes that could give mine a run for their money.

Despite my pride in the picture, his tone makes me feel just a little guilty. “I’m sorry, Spence, I thought you were so cute when you were napping. I didn’t want to make you upset.” I pout, the butterflies disintegrating as the moments pass. Rummaging through my drawer, I find my sack of trail mix and toss it to the dark-eyed man. “Here, take my trail mix, I know it’s your favorite,” I offer, a small smile painted on my face. Spencer’s eyes land on me, lips turning up once more into the smile that never fails to take my breath away.

“I appreciate it, but I can’t take it. I know it’s basically the only thing you eat on your lunch break.” His call out causes heat to rise into my face.

I stay insistent though. “I want you to have it. I don’t like making you sad.” I shoot back, giving him my infamous puppy eyes. Even Aaron Hotchner falls for them, there is no way the doctor could resist.

“Okay,” he starts, automatically having me rush across to his desk to give him the snack. “On one condition,” He finishes, making my face fall once more. Spencer never lets people just give him a present, he always does more for others. “Since you’re giving me your snack, you come with me to get a proper lunch since you need food and I could use the hour away from these files.” He smiles at me, already munching on the trail mix so I have no choice but to agree.

“Deal. BUT, I want pancakes if we’re going,” I reason with him, plopping back in my chair.

“IHOP it is.” He chuckles, the sound resonating in my brain as we both hurry through our respective files.

***

At coffee break number three, Reid stands from his desk, scrunching his nose to fix his glasses as he reaches across to snatch my mug from my desk. Hiding my face in the file until he walks away, I turn to see him shaking his head, knowing I’m about to change his wallpaper yet again.

Once I see him turn the corner, I stretch over to grab his phone he conveniently left square in the middle of his desk, giving the man yet another excuse to talk to her. Flipping through the camera roll, I hear a chuckle from the desk a few feet away. Looking over, I find the one and only, Derek Morgan shaking his head at me.

“What’s so funny, Thunder? Sad the attention isn’t on you anymore?” I tease him while trying to find the perfect picture.

“I just find the pining that goes on between two supposedly brilliant people entertaining.” He chuckles as my jaw drops, turning to him. “Come on, Princess. You don’t think we don’t all know you and Pretty Boy fancy each other, do you? It’s obvious to everyone except the boy himself.”

I shake my head. “He’d never see me that way, Morgan. This is just for shits and giggles.” I breathe out, settling on an image of our feet in front of the TV screen, mismatched socks adorning our feet while “Beauty and the Beast” plays in the background. He sports a neon pink sock along with a navy blue sock covered in planets, while my feet claimed one sock covered in different moon phases, the other covered in little alien creatures. Placing his phone on his desk, I settle back at my own, shooting Morgan a closing, “You’re just seeing things, Morgan.” before burying myself back in the file at hand.

Moments later, my mug is sat directly in front of me before Reid sits at his own desk. Automatically picking up his phone to check, my tummy flutters at the smile he releases while staring at the screen for a moment before looking at me. Making eye contact, I notice a slight pink tint to his cheeks, before he looks back at the image.

“This might be my favorite one yet,” he murmurs, adjusting his glasses without looking away from the screen. I feel my cheeks heat up, getting warmer by the second, but I cannot tear my eyes from the man who holds my heart without even knowing it.

***

“Hey Y/N. Ready for lunch?” Spencer asks, tearing my eyes from the IMs Garcia floods me with daily.

“Ready when you are!” I reply, jumping at the opportunity to get away from the files scattered on my desk. You’d think serial killers would take a day off sometimes. Shuffling to my feet, I grab my keys from my desk and grab Spencer’s hand, dragging him to the elevator with me.

“Seems like it’s more ready when Y/N is.” He chuckles, straightening his glasses once he comes to a stop in front of the silver doors. As we step in, Garcia frantically waves at us, before sprinting into the bullpen as the doors close.

“Well, you’re in luck, Pretty Boy. You get me as your personal chauffeur to lunch.” I beam at him as he goes bug-eyed.

“Lucky? In your death trap, Y/N?” He chuckles, putting a flabbergasted look on my face.

“Hey!” I yell at him, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. “My car has lasted 15 long years I’ll have you know, and she runs as smooth as ever,” I shoot back, immediately leaving him behind when the doors open. “Maybe I’ll just go get pancakes without you then.” It’s playful when I lock all the car doors except for mine, and he knows it.

That doesn’t stop him from playing along. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry Y/N! Will you ever forgive my poor soul?” he jokes, holding both his hands over his heart as he begs for forgiveness. Unlocking the doors, I giggle at his antics before heading to the restaurant.

***

“Y’all ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?” The server returns to the table with our coffees, along with an apple juice for my inner child.

“Yes ma’am. Can I get the plain pancakes with eggs, as well as a side of bacon and sausage?” Spencer asks while gathering both our menus for her. “Of course, sugar. What about you darlin’?” she turns to me as Spencer dumps almost the entire sugar container into his mug.

“I’ll just have the chocolate chip pancake, please!” I smile at her as I steal what’s left of the sugar from the man across from me.

“No problem, that’ll be right out for y’all.” She smiles at us before heading off to the kitchen.

“Did you know chocolate chips were invented by Ruth Wakefield because she decided to chop up a chocolate bar and add it to her cookie batter?” Spencer looks to me as he starts with factoids. “And white chocolate isn’t even truly chocolate! White chocolate is made with a blend of sugar, cocoa butter, milk products, vanilla, and a fatty substance called lecithin. Not that it’s a surprise, considering it doesn’t even taste like chocolate. Probably because it doesn't contain chocolate solids.” he rambles as I stare at him with stars in my eyes. “However, dark chocolate is loaded with organic compounds that are biologically active and function as antioxidants. These include polyphenols, flavanols and catechins, among others. Dark chocolate also has a list of different benefits proven from consumption.” He finishes, taking a sip of his coffee as I continue staring at the man.

“What ever would I do without you, Boy Wonder?” I say, seeing Spencer’s face heat up at my remark as he hides behind his mug.

“M-me?” He asks, as if he couldn’t believe it. He shakes his head in disbelief before I could respond, showering me with many more factoids while waiting for our food rather than accept my compliment.

“Alright, here’s your food darlin’. Let me know if there’s anything else I could do for y’all.” The server tells us, shooting us a smile before moving onto another table. Spencer takes his time cutting up his food, dousing his plate in more syrup than pancake. Meanwhile, I dig into my pancakes as if it’s the last thing I will ever eat.

Halfway through my own pancakes, I look up to see Spencer looking directly at me with a look I couldn’t quite distinguish.

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask him, almost seeming to pull him from a trance before responding.

“Oh. Uh, you have chocolate on your face.” He tells me, seeing my face flush at the information. I grab my napkin and quickly wipe my lips making sure not to miss a spot. Little did I know, there wasn’t a single speck on my face.

“Is it gone?” I ask him, hoping not to embarrass myself further.

“Oh, yeah it’s gone.” he smiles, returning his focus onto his own plate.

Going back to eating, I keep sneaking pieces of the bacon off Spencer’s plate, causing him to smile each time.

“Hey Spence. I have a question for you.” I tell him, shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth.

“And what would that be, Y/N?” He asks me, sipping his coffee.

“Why is it every time we come here you order sausage and bacon, if you never touch the bacon?” I ask him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“Would you like my honest answer?” He pushes back, as if I would want anything else from him. I nod with a mouth full of pancakes, earning a smile while he responds. “Because I know you’ll always steal the bacon from my plate but will never actually order it yourself.” He smiles at me, returning to his own food leaving me speechless and even more red.

Finishing up our plates, Spencer takes initiative to organize all of the empty dishes so our server has less work. Giggling at his antics, I pull out my phone to check the time, seeing we still have plenty of time before our break is over.

“Are we getting milkshakes?” he asks me, sipping the last of his coffee before adding the mug to his carefully organized dish-pile.

“Of course we’re getting milkshakes, what kind of question is that, Spencer?” I look at him, almost appalled he would assume we weren’t. “We each have a sweet tooth I’ve ever seen matched by anyone else, why would you ever assume I would say no to a milkshake?”

“I wasn’t sure if we had the time, I didn’t want to make us late.” He explains, shaking his head yet again at my child-like antics.

When the server returns, we both order the largest mint-chip shakes they had before returning to our usual banter in waiting. Not long after, the server returned with a single shake.

“I’m so sorry sugar, apparently we only had enough ingredients for one mint-chip. Can I get y’all something else?” The server asks us, feeling bad she couldn’t fulfill our order.

“You take the mint-chip, Spence. I’ll order something else.” I push the shake toward him as he blocks it from getting to him.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m not worried about it.” He replies, fighting me over a milkshake.

“Spence-” I begin to argue before he abruptly cuts me off.

“Would you like to share the shake with me, Y/N?” he asks me, looking me directly in the eye. I froze for a moment, taken aback at the offer from the germaphobe in front of me.

“If that’s okay with you, Spence. Then, sure!” I respond, checking if it was okay with him.

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t okay, Y/N.” He shoots back, chuckling at me before asking the server for two straws. The man in front of me steals more and more of my heart with every passing moment.

***

Going up the elevator to the BAU was a constant battle between us. Spencer secretly gave the server his card so I wouldn’t even have a chance to fight him on paying.

“You gave me your trail mix, Y/N! That’s the whole reason I asked you to get lunch in the first place! Why would I let you pay when I extended the invitation?” He shoots at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Shooting him a look of discontent, we both sit back at our desks, feeling 2 pairs of eyes staring at us from a few desks over.

“Don’t look now, but I think Tweedledee and Tweedledum are staring at us.” I lean over to whisper. Reid tries his best to look up at them, nonchalant as possible. Despite the boy being a genius, he is anything but sly, looking just in time to see Derek and Penelope snap their heads to whatever was on his desk. Giving them a smile, Reid picks up his own file to return to his own tasks for the day. However, the task only lasted so long before the genius needed yet another cup of coffee for the day. Heading off to the kitchen, I quickly grab the phone he left on his desk on his break, trying to plan the perfect image.

Before I could get far, I was abruptly stopped in my tracks. Staring at the homescreen on his phone, I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed this before. Had this been in front of my face the entire time? Staring at the screen, I see myself and Spencer from our weekly movie nights. I had all of our silly photos, yet I had never seen this one. I see myself, puffed out cheeks with my eyes crossed, pulling at my ears to make myself look like a monkey, but my eyes can only look at Spencer. He hadn’t made his silly face. Instead, the man before me is staring directly at me, the sweetest smile across his lips. His little nose scrunch in full effect, his beautiful hazel eyes creased in the corner from his smile. That smile that could melt my heart in two seconds flat. Staring at the screen for what felt like centuries, I refocus on my surroundings when I hear his soft voice behind me.

“Wow, Y/N. Getting a little slow with the changes now, are we?” He laughs, before noticing the look on my face. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looks at me confused more than ever. Not being able to form words, I raise my hand to show him the wallpaper, the perfect image of us. His eyes go wide, his mug almost slipping through his fingers.

“Y/N, I-” He starts.

“Spence… Where did this picture come from?” I ask him, looking back at the screen before me. “I’ve never seen this one before,” I whisper, before Spencer puts his hands over mine, the mug now living on his desk.

“I, uh. I took this one before making a face, I just couldn’t resist.” He whispers, pulling my chin up gently between his two fingers, looking me dead in the eye. “Y/N…” He starts, glancing down before gazing back at me with the same look I saw at the restaurant. “I couldn’t resist because I wanted to keep a physical copy of one of the happiest moments of my life. And I care about you... More than care about you! You make my days so much brighter when you’re around. You’re the only person to ever know me, the real me. And I..” he trails off, working his confidence up to finish his thought. “I love you, Y/N. And that picture was saved, locked away on my phone so I could be reminded how much you mean to me, and how much you care on some of my darkest days. I love you, Y/N. It’s the only thing I have locked away because it’s the moment I knew I was in love with you.” He finishes, breathing out as he waits for me to react. Stunned into silence, I stand there looking at the man, seeing his face turn to panic. “It’s okay if you do-” He starts, stunned when he is cut off by his plush lips being covered by my own. He slides his hand onto my cheek, holding my face as he returns the affection.

Pulling away, I look him dead in the eye, I pull out of his embrace to my own desk, grabbing my phone. Returning to his side, I unlock my phone to show him my own hidden homescreen, a grin spreading on my cheeks from the flood of emotion. From our self-care night, it is quite possibly my favorite image of the man. He was in his robe, bunny headband and mask, but he was trying to block the images from being taken. His hand was raised in an attempt, but I could hear the laughter radiate from the image, the smile making my heart swoon at every glance. Looking between me and the image, Spencer’s jaw drops at my own revelation, before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. Burying my face in his neck, I murmur my own “I love you.” Before a whistle from the peanut gallery beside us breaks it up.

Shooting a look to Penelope, I see she has the biggest smile plastered on her own face, her rosy cheeks probably stinging from the sheer joy painted on. Morgan sitting beside her lounges back in his own chair, shooting a wink our way.

Returning to our respective seats, I can’t help but steal glances at the man beside me. When he catches me, I can’t help but giggle.

“Hey Spence. How long was I oblivious to your homescreen?” I ask him, curious as to how much of a dumbass I truly was. Seeing his cheeks flush pink, he turns to me with guilt in his eyes,

“Y/N.. as much as I would love to take the credit, I don’t know where the wallpaper came from. I can barely change it back after you mess with it.” He confesses, a shy smile on his face. Laughing at his technophobe ways, it finally registers that he didn’t actually set the wallpaper.

“Wait, then who changed it?” I ask him, before hearing stilettos and boots scurrying down the hall, laughter trailing behind them. Looking back at my boy, those eyes stole all my words away, and that smile… the smile I had seen so many times before but never knew the intention, the smile I fell in love with, I knew he would forever be my always.

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friends [ one ]

-> steve’s your best friend. you know damn well that won’t change. [ also you’re really stubborn in this au and steve has to deal with that ]

AKA two idiots in love but one doesn't want to admit it

warnings: mentions of sex but no sex because im a tease

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Steve’s been your friend since the day you were born. Your best friend, to say the least. He’s been there since day one, stumbling and tripping with you as kids, late night drives the moment Steve got his license, and then he was your date to prom.

Steve’s been there for you through everything, when that senior Brock Rumlow guy tried to bring you to the one of the bedrooms at some party, Steve landed one huge punch on the guy’s face. And then he was there again when you went through your first heartbreak with some other guy named Peter Quill.

You’ve been there for him too. Everything that happened in his life after he learned the word ‘hello’ always had you in it. He was diagnosed with asthma when he was 4. You comforted him and told him that “You’ll be okay, Steeb.” And then when he was insecure about being the tiniest boy in eighth grade, you said “It’s alright, bubba. I’ll always be your friend no matter what.”

And then he got giant when puberty hits. And hot, and probably the best looking guy in senior year.

The two of you won king and queen at prom. You friends said that you both would make a good couple whatsoever. And then the teachers just predicted that you both would get married to one another in about ten years. The two of you just laughed- because really, Steve's your bestfriend and you're his.

When his first girlfriend cheated on him, you came over immediately to cheer him up. It took a while but he did stop crying. So you went down to the kitchen to grab some snacks for the impending Harry Potter movie marathon.

Steve’s parents were working the night shift so it was just the two of you. Not that you mind. After all you’ve only known Steve for a good 18 years.

You climb up the stairs with some ready to eat popcorn and those drinks that Steve really likes in your arms. You drop all of those beside his sulking figure.

“C’mon bubba, stop frowning.” You settled on his bed and pulled him into your side. “You’ll be okay. She doesn’t deserve you anyway, Stevie.” You ran your fingers through his hair.

Steve only clinged on to you tighter and looks up at you with some puppy dog look. “Was I not good enough?” HIs voice cracks.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, bub. She’s the giant bitch, okay?” You continue scratching his scalp.

He looks like he was thinking hard before he took a deep breath and sat up.

Your eyes widens when he softly placed his lips on yours. You stayed still for a moment before your palms moved to his chest and you started kissing him back.

His hands slide under your shirt when he pulls away.

“Steve,” You say breathlessly.

“Should I stop- No, do you want me to stop?” His big palms were on the bare skin of your waist, rubbing gently in circles with his thumb.

You thought for a second before you shake your head.

Steve grins and then he goes back in to kiss you.

That was the first time you slept with your bestfriend.

It got awkward a couple of days after that. You slipped away from his bed very early in the morning to go back to your house.

You thought of Steve as a friend. Your bestfriend, to say the least. So when he came knocking on your front door and you told mom that you didn’t feel like seeing him, she knew something was up.

She didn’t bother prying it out of you because she knows you're the most stubborn teenager alive so she just lets Steve in.

“Hey,” He knocks on your door.

You cleared your throat, “Come in,”

You sat up on your bed when he peeks in. “Hey,”

“Hi... again.” He stands awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. “We should probably talk about it,”

You chuckle lightly and pat the space beside you on the bed. “We should.”

Steve made himself comfy beside you, though you could sense that he was still pretty tensed up. “I’m sorry,”

You turn to him in question. “What for?”

“Because I initiated the whole thing,” He shyly looks at you.

You moved closer and snuggled into him, clinging on to his arm. “It was consensual.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “And I’m sorry for leaving in the morning.”

“Is it gonna be awkward?”

“It shouldn’t be. You’re my bestfriend, Steve,”

A tiny smile forms on Steve’s face. “Yeah, okay,”

“It shouldn’t be. You’re my bestfriend, Steve,”

Steve’s heart shattered a little.

Yeah, just bestfriends. As if that damn term didn't just give him his first real heartbreak. Or third. The first was because he realised that you don't feel anything for him- that's the only reason why he went ahead and dated Kira... who cheated on him and broke his heart. Technically, that part was kinda your fault too since you're the reason why he started dating the girls in school. The third- well because he's just your best friend.

He smiled through the ache in his heart, “Yeah, okay.”

You went through your first real heartbreak at 22. The first person you ran to was Steve, because really- he's the only person you got. He opens the door to let you in and the next thing you did was to slam your lips on his.

He was stunned for a moment and started kissing you back before he pushes you away. “Wait, Y/N. What about Peter?”

“We broke up.” You pushed him inside the house and kicked the door close behind you.

He held you away by your shoulders when you leaned in to kiss him again.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He looks at you worriedly.

“I am talking about it,” You tiptoed and pulled his lips towards yours by gripping his jaw.

“Fuck.” Steve pulled you into him. Hands gripping at the back of your thighs and lifting you up.

That was the second time you slept with your bestfriend.

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Secrets- Uncle! Daryl Dixon x teen! reader

Summary: Growing up without your father really present your uncle Daryl takes you under his wing and raises you, once Negan is captured and Rick is gone you break down to your uncle in the woods, you open up about things you never did and he comforts and promises to protect you from now on.

Warnings: Angst as hell, Merle is just a bad fucked up person in this and it’s really dark (no hate to the actor who plays Merle), mentions/light detail of sexual Assult, mentions of abuse, language, some really sad shit at the end about Carl. I think that’s it.

Whenever the apocalypse hit you stuck by your father and Uncle’s sides like it was your lifeline considering you were only 2 years old, so whenever Merle went missing from the rooftop instantly you went to Daryl’s side and stayed with him until you were around five or six, whenever your uncle found your father again you went to stay with him and the governor, the time there you went through some things, your uncle and his friends rescuing you after the fall of the governor along with the governor’s people. During that time you told nobody about what happened, you had learned from your dad and your uncle what happens in the past stays in the past, what happened has happened and there’s no need to bring it up, but it ate at you, all day, all night, everytime, and the saviors just made the nightmares worse, especially whenever you stayed with Negan after he took your Uncle as prisoner. You’d think after ten years you would’ve forgotten about it but you didn’t, it ate at you everytime you closed your eyes, and half of you was convinced that it was because you never got to talk about it to anybody, the other half blames yourself for going with your dad that day. You couldn’t tell your Uncle, it’d destroy him inside and out because he had sworn to protect you and in a sense he had failed at that whenever you left. You knew he’d blame himself for it and you couldn’t put him through that, especially now with the death of Rick Grimes and Carl Grimes, he was already closed off, still blaming himself for everybodies deaths. Rick’s, Carl’s, Glenn’s, everybody.

“Kid?..you good?..” Daryl asked looking at you holding his crossbow steady, you were standing behind him holding both knives tightly, your eyes glossy and you could feel the lump in your throat, you couldn’t break down now, you were on a run and needed to get the food. “Huh?..yea yea I’m good let’s go...first one to find a Twinkie gets to keep it” you smirked giggling as he narrowed his eyes at you “fine then. Let’s go” he challenged opening the door slowly to the convenient store. You tried to keep your mind clear as you walked down the isles grabbing whatever food was still good and sealed, shoving it all in your bag you let out a shaky sigh staring at the walker banging on the door outside opposite of the door you came in. “Y/n?..kiddo, let’s go” he said smiling holding up two twinkies tossing you one as he held the door open, you quickly walked over hearing the broken glass crunch under your feet. You climbed onto the back of your uncle’s bike holding onto him tightly as the bike started and he sped off back to Alexandria.

You stared at the fire sitting on the log that Daryl had laid out for you so you wouldn’t have to sit on the mud, he stood a few feet away skinning a deer he had caught. “Kid..come ere” you heard him whisper as he wiped his hands off onto his jeans, slowly you stood up walking over looking up at him “what’s going on?..especially on the run today..with the..teary eyes- you looked like a kicked puppy seriously what’s goin on with you?” He asked crossing his arms looking at you, his tone sounded annoyed but you could tell by his face he really was concerned. The choked up feeling was back and you couldn’t take a breath without whimpering “are you okay?..” he asked softly dropping his arms to cup one of your cheeks worriedly, silently you shook your head hugging him tightly, you were terrified of him calling you a baby, that it happened years ago and to get over it. “What’s goin on...you’ve gotta talk to me..” Daryl whispered looking at you as you rested your face against his chest, all he could do was stroke your hair and play with it trying to comfort you the best he could without technically knowing what was wrong. You let out occasional sobs which only worried Daryl more, he had never seen you cry, even whenever you learned your father was dead, you didn’t shed a single tear. He slowly lead you over to your guys’ tent sitting you both down on the blanket mat you had.

“Come on sweetheart tell me wha’s goin on” It pained you to hear your uncle’s voice break like it did, especially whenever you knew it was because of you. “P-promise you won’t be mad at me?..” you whimpered looking up at him sniffling “I-I promise sweetheart just tell me okay?..” he whispered cupping your face making you look at him “I won’t be mad but you gotta tell me what’s going on” he added on letting you look away from him. “W-whenever...whenever I was with my dad..and we stayed with the governor..dad hurt me..all the time..on purpose..because I-I sat wrong o-or because of something t-that happened that day and I-it got to the point where the governor was hurting me..and dad never stopped him” You said stopping for a minute to try and swallow the lump in your throat. “Then whenever I turned six..it’s whenever the guys there started touching me..either just..groping me during runs or whenever I was playing..or..going..all the way while I was sleeping...I told my dad and he..just told me to deal with it because if I didn’t we wouldn’t have a place to stay anymore..” You whispered your voice cracking as Daryl hugged you tightly kissing your forehead “I-I never told anybody..a-and whenever it started at the sanctuary..I didn’t tell anybody just one of the wives a-and whenever...they told Negan..he forced me to kill the guy..” you cried holding onto his vest your entire body shaking with sobs or anxiety. “I-I didn’t want to tell you..because I knew it’d hurt you a-and then Spencer a-and I got..overwhelmed” You admitted holding onto him tightly “C-Carl knew..about Spencer and the sanctuary but not..not the governor..a-and it’s been eating me alive for years a-and I know I’m a baby for not being able to get over it but it’s so fucking hard” you cried, you whimpered as he jerked your face up a little too rough for your liking “You’re..youre no’ a baby...you are one of the strongest people I know, kid..your daddy? He’s jus’ a fuckin pussy..beatin on little girls..letting everybody get away with tha’ shit..” he whispered rubbing your back “listen..if anything like that happens I’m the one you tell, me. I swear I’ll kill every one of em that dares to try it..” he said pointing at himself to emphasize what he meant, you nodded a bit crying louder, as he whispered to you it was okay and that he was there to protect you, you slowly felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

Whenever you woke up you were still in the tent curled up in the blanket, Daryl no where to be seen, until you saw he was sitting in front of the fire poking at it with a stick, it had to of been around six or seven am because the sun was slowly rising and there was a morning dew on the leaves and grass. “Uncle Daryl?..” You whispered as you crawled out of the tent sitting next to him, using your blanket to try and drap it over his shoulders “are you okay?..” you whispered careful not to wake Dog who was quietly sleeping on the patch of grass next to Daryl. “M fine..” he grunted, you knew this would happen, you knew once you told him he’d start to get closed off again “do you think..you’d feel better..if you uh..told me about before the walkers..whenever you were younger?..” you asked grabbing your knife slowly starting to cut the hair out of his eyes. “Said ‘m fine, kid. Leave it be..” he grunted again swatting at your hands, you quickly dropped the knife grabbing his hands staring at him “don’t act like this..please..I don’t want you to feel like it’s your fault please..just tell me anything..anything that you’d think would make you feel better” you begged looking at him, you watched as Daryl thought, his face changing from cold and silent to almost like a broken man who never got an outlet for his pain. “Please..Uncle Daryl..just tell me..” you whispered holding his hands tighter giving them a small squeeze. “How’d you know?..bou’ how mine and your daddy’s childhood was?” He asked looking at you tightening his jaws, his walls slowly building back up “My dad..used to tell me stories about his side..about how he used hunting as an escape from your dad..everytime he told me I wondered how you put up with it..with the staying with dad even after he hurt you so many times along with your dad..” you whispered sitting criss crossed in front of him looking up at him curiously. “I stayed with your dad because he made me..made me think I needed him..I always was depent on ‘im..then he started leavin me home..my dad needed an output for his drinkin..took it out on me..stabbed once because I stuck up for Merle..still got the scar” he explained lifting his moss green shirt to show you the small scar on his side, you lightly traced your fingers over it looking up at him, a silent way of encouraging him to go on. “I stuck back with him again..he got me into a shit ton of trouble..all the time and yet..I followed him around like a little bitch..-I ain’t nobody’s Bitch-“ he said quickly making you laugh a bit “I guess..after losing him on the rooftop..the way you looked at me..I saw a lil’ of myself in you..like..the way I used to look at Merle..and I knew I couldn’t do that to you..I couldn’t convince you to do the stupid dangerous shit because I didn’t want to..and you still give me the same look you used to give me whenever you were a baby..the little stink eye and glare whenever your angry..- hey you remember whenever..at the lineup..you attacked Negan?..took his damn bat and tried to beat him with it?..you gotta good hit on him considering you were what? Seven? Eight?” He laughed ruffling your hair, you wanted to bring up the lineup and how you knew that Daryl blamed himself for Glenn’s death but you didn’t. “Yea..and once we uh..managed to capture Negan..we uh..we beat the hell out of him once his stitches were out..” you giggled leaning against his torso, sitting between his legs facing the fire. “You know..Carl loved you..told me all the time” he chuckled “he’s lucky I didn’t kill em whenever you two started datin” he smiled looking at you, only now did you realize he was crying “it was only for a few months..he wrote me a letter..along with you..I never got to give yours to you..you ran off before I could..it got ruined..” you whispered tearing up “he waited until we left..to do it..he didn’t want me to know..” you added on laying your head on his knee “we’ll be okay..as long as we have each other right..” Daryl whispered to you resting his arms on your head watching the sun slowly come up

“Think we should go surprise Judith? Isser’ birthday” Daryl asked you helping you up off the ground stomping out the fire “sure, let’s go old man, last one to Alexandria sucks” you challenged smiling whenever he woke Dog up “oh you’re so on.” He smirked.

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