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Charlotte and Vendetta from Making Fiends!

Requested by @nastyablossomsworldxclover4

Big news: I've officially returned from my hiatus! I'll be sure to make as many characters as I can, but it might take a little longer for me to post when I used to. Either way, let me know if anyone has any requests!

Here's Yandere Struwwelpter!

Requested by @radmakergoate

A gift for @nastyablossomsworldxclover!

Hope you enjoy, amigo! 😉

Hi! I hope you're okay :)

I wanted to make a request for a Game of Thrones bot, Robb Stark. Plot: In the middle of the icy of Winterfell, Robb has been focusing too much on the battles to come, exhausted, but then he hears music, a flute, a sound too happy for all that ice, so he goes after the sound and sees the user playing the flute and dancing with some children. He soon feels captivated by the scene, the music and the user.

Sorry if that didn't make sense, English is not my first language.

Thank you, and please take care of yourself 🩷

Thank you so much for the request!

It makes perfect sense and your english is perfect (says someone whose first language is italian), by the way thank you again and I hope you enjoy the bot! If you’d like any modifications let me know!🩷

🪈 | Robb Stark hears you play

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Robb Stark: Robb had been a too hasty in his decisions. With half his family taken hostage in King’s Landing, he had called the banners and

✿⤥ lovecore dottore (genshin ) moodboard for anonymous!!

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Felt a little silly on discord

Uhh erm uh. Can you write the dad from coraline x reader. Im. Normal about him. Can be sfw or nsfw idrc. i need new meds.,

okay so im not sure which version of the dad you meant so ill give you both!! btw i looked it up and his names charles/charlie so theres a fun fact about him that i didnt know

Charlie Jones x GN reader

(sfw)

requested: yes

tw: none

Charlie Jones (other vers)

Yes he still works on his music most of the time, but he makes sure to cook dinner for you and cleans up afterwards when you get home because he knows your job can be tiring

(not) suprisingly he loves to cuddle and hold hands with you, makes sure you feel loved and cared for

will absolutely run bubble baths for you if thats something you enjoy

you guys definently have weird bug/plant themed nicknames for each other

will 100% write songs for and about you

he loves you so much like omg

probably one of the healthiest relationships ever tbh

he loves if you garden with him

it makes his heart melt if you take care of his plants while hes busy with music or if hes doing stuff around the house

Charlie Jones (reg vers)

he gets pretty busy with writing and it makes his back hurt sometimes (his posture is atrocious) so if you offer to rub his back he will melt in your hands

his cooking isnt the greatest but if you can cook well he will cook with you and try to pick up some stuff

when you guys fall asleep at night he will cuddle up to you and then be out like a light

loves it if you wake him up with kisses

when you guys eat breakfast together(if hes the one who cooked) expect some heart shaped pancakes or smiley face eggs and bacon

he loves to give you hugs, it makes him happy and makes him feel safe and loved

he has designated days that he takes breaks on so just know that you will be cuddling until you have to go do something like work or go to the bathroom

sometimes he falls asleep while writing so if you check on him and hes asleep, save his work and put his glasses on his desk and give him a blanket, it makes him really happy if you save his work for him because he knows that he forgets to sometimes

A/N: sorry if this was short or if it wasnt what you wanted, its late at night where i am so i tried my best lol

can you do a habit character analysis? curious to what you think about him :3

Analysis of our favorite demon HABIT

OMG YES ive been wanting to do that for a very long but now i can force myself to acually write it down and not just talk to myself like a crazy person

So lets talk about what Habit is to his actor Evan outside of the series because well of corse i dont know how personally but we can tell a lot about him just purely based on the fact that he did say that Habit was kind of a alter ego for himself like an other him in a way where he took the parts of himself that he was not proud of thought was wierd and just made him into a caracter making him scary and intimidating while begin funny and acting in a way he could never do normally and i know Habit wasent created for the series i know it in my soul that Evan made Habit much sooner but just choose to use it for the series

Best way the really describe Habit is a very strong personality he haves stuff that he likes and does not give a single fuck about what people think about it he views humans as nothing weak little things that die so easily he thinks so little of humans and that really shows trew the way he acts how hes so mocking and he tries to make himself look scary and big all the time making you belive that he knows everything always begin a few steps ahead of people almost like he knows exacly whats gonna hapen in the future wich for the most part he does or prehaps needs very little time to think about his next action but we do know the answer for that torward the end of the series more and more as things that he haves no control of or didnt knew about start to hapen wich in the end did result of his death too and he hates when he haves no control of something he loves begin powerfull and scary in peoples eyes and gets very very violent more then his usual self when somebody tries to shift that power dynamic because hes still insecure

Now i love how his whole caracter consists of internet refrences and old timey stuff wich shows that Habit haves been around a long time for example a few old slangs that he uses from like 1950s and such just generally older then the series timeline i could make a whole new post about those but this post is allready getting too long

Hiii! <3 This is if you feel comfortable and your requests are open ofc, could you write a Nina the killer x fem reader?

A/n: YESSS I LOVE NINA am so glad the girl kissers finaly found my account love you all honesly but please be a little more specific shen requesting because you didnt even knew what you wanted me to write so i just wrote romantic headcannons

Warning: none just them begin happy

Nina is a type of person who would gossip with you for hours on and and its so fun with her every time and you two love to retalk old tea

She loves to cuddle with you all the time but she especially loves when she gets to lay on your chest and just lay fully ontop of you maybe even hugging you so tightly you cant move

Shes loves pda and physical touch but if you are unconfortable with it she will just stick to holding hands and a few sneaky kisses when nobody is looking

Shes big on aesthetic and knows like every single one and she will give you little jewlery or clothing items that she knows you would like and fits your style

If you are scene/emo like she will want to match outfits with you

Since she almost always wears some kind of lipstick be prepared to always have some kind of lipstick mark on you your face lips of even your hands she loves to kiss you and will do it no matter if she haves makeup or not

Talking about makeup she loves makeup so she would beg you to let her do your makeup even if you are the more masc in the relasonship

Just her sitting on your lap looking so focused to get your eyeliner right

She loves talking your ears off even if you are the more quiet type dont worry she will talk the whole time and never run out of things to say

Always. Needs. Your. Attention.

Always wants to be around you know what you are doing where you are even if her sleep shes always tangles up around you cuddling you in her sleep

Also Nina loves to bite you but in a more sweet and playfull way then violent

Shes so much different then jeff she always smells so good and her clothes are clean too but she can be very loud a lot if the times

Shes a very bubbly and sweet girl shes very obsessed with you and loves you so so much but hey you love that since you are dating her

Heyo! Idk if ur requests are still open or anything! But could i maybe request some Jeff the killer x Male reader smut? (Maybe even the reader maybe being dom?...)

Specifically head cannons if possible! <3

A/n: ofc am sorry it took me long to write this i got a but sick but am starting to get better now so here enjoy pluss i acually suck at writing fics so headcannons are the thing am most good at

Warnings: smut, mlm nsft, gay people, curse words, idk curse words as always, knifes, bondage

There is acually no way Jeff would let ANYONE top him like never ever

He always wants to be in power dosent like begin submissive

But if SOMEHOW SOMEWAY you got him be bottom hes the braties bottom ever

Just put him in his place pls

Would be a bitch untill the moment he comes or maybe even then or after that but after a few orgasm when his brain melts thats one if the few moments you can acually hear him whimper

Loves to have you tied up for him taking his cock oh so well

He might even have a knife in his hand if you are okay with it running it up and down your body sometimes ever so slightly pressing it down at your thigh

Would be degrading you the whole time talking you trew it and he would force you to amswer to matter what

Jeff dosent really moans or whimper he just growls and groans the first time

I can imagine him laughing at you if you ever try to beg

But would never beg you his ego is way too big for that

Saying how much he hates you and how much of a slut you are and how he will make you regret everything as you just make his eyes roll back

Uhm could you do Tim Wright x CryptidHunter! Reader? Or him w someone who really really loves talking about things like Bigfoot and the Mothman? Kinda random but plz? (Not self projection/j)

A/n: i did not knew what a cryptid hunter is i still dont because i looked it up and i found nothing so we will just stick to the talking stuff also i didnt knew what the Mothman (sorry am not american)

Warnings: nothing just curse words as always

Am gonna be totally honest he thinks those myths are fucking stupid

He barely belived that the Operator existed but am quessing this is set before the whole alex jay thing so was still very stubborn at that time

Would lisend to you rant about those things of corse because hes a good frend/boyfrend

He would maybe belive some stuff if you acually say stuff that makes sense enough to comvidence him but it never hapened yet

Even if he wont admit it he likes seeing you get all exited

And that you acually have a strong interest in something wich is something he barely got to have growing up in a mental hospital

He wont admit it eather but he would acually start to like lisening to your myths and theories even if he dosent belives on them

hi !! is there any chance you'd write for evan myers and gn reader doing mundane stuff like watching movies, going on dates, or like house chores together?? it can be hcs or a fic doesn't matter I just want him to not experience the horrors for a moment 😭😭

Authors note: OMG ILY ANON AND I LOVE EVAN SM🫶 ive been wanting to write about him for so long and hes my biggest hyperfixaton so this is gonna be one of the longest things ive wrote (hes so me fr) pluss i try to make most of stuff i write gender netural so dw and am not done with this yet so there would be part two or more because i love him so much and i cant stop talking about him

Warning: nothing just them begin happy

Evan is the kind of person whos no matter what you do even if its just cleaning and stuff it wont be boring

Not to mention hes the type of guy who you can call to do basicly ANYTHING and he will tag along no matter what is it

Hes clingy and i bet you that when younare just cooking or washing the dishes he will wrap his arms around you from behind putting his head on your shoulder eather talking about something or just watching you

Also Evan is the type of person who haves the coldest hands ever so he likes to anoy you with putting his hair under your shirt on your waist or stomach but that the fact that his body tempature is always cold can be such a good thing especially in the summer just cuddling aginst him cooling down

He dosent seem like a person to me who would be that into spooning but because i dont know any other cuddling position i will leave that part to your imagination

We all know that he loves horror movies and probably like action movies too (especially on the horror movie part)

If you get scared during a movie he will get VERY COCKY WITH IT and will probably tease and scare you a lot and laugh when you get even more scared

After the movie you two would just cuddle and he would rant about the movie how good it was and everything (even tho he talks during the movie too but gets anoyed when anybody else does it)

He will pull pranks on you a lot acually but they are always harmless and acually funny too

Late night talks with him are the BEST

Just sitting outside at the terrace or porch or whatever do you wanna call it just talking about very deep stuff and life frends childhood whatever you want to talk about honesly he haves very great and deep world views and even tho he dosent seems like it hes a deep thinker

AMAZING COOK

You cant tell me otherwise he works out and payes attention to his health and makes the best meals but when he cooks you better get out of the kitchen he just hates when somebody lingers around and in his way when he cooks

Imagine you two working out togeder AJSHDHAKDNSH

Even if you dont work out just watching him be so focused and gorgeous

Ive heard somebody else say it and i will say it too he lisends to music all the time and so so loudly if you dont enjoy the same music he does he will just lisend to it a bit more quietly

I personality think that his love languages is physical touch and quality time and he enjoys hugging and cuddling more then kisses but eather way he just loves everything you do

He loves you very much and thats all that matters

Could you do Tim wright as a father figure hcs? Just like a father figure to an emo teenager hehe but they act all hyper. Like they r rlly rlly shy at first but then sarcastic and hyper when you get to know them✨

Authors note: i think you are the same person who requested the same thing on my other account and i remember saying no but am gonna put on my big girls shoes and stop begin a pussy and just do it am sorry if i misunderstood anything about your request

Warnings: nothing just me saying curse words but thats the usual

I think Tim would be the most fucking awsome dad ever

I think he would be a bit very akward with you if you are shy because he would not know what to do to make you feel better around him but hes trying all the time by asking you to come watch tv with him or just small things like that

When it comes to your style begin emo hes a typical parent and hes an old fashioned guy and i think almost all of the fandom agress with that he does not understanding your style and i dont think he would like your style eather but he would be suportive about it tho sometimes small comments on it but nothing bad just like

"Are you going out like that?"

Dont you need a haircut? your hair is basicly in your face"

"You gonna wear that out? Okay am just asking"

You begin sarcastic would anoy him a bit but he wont say anything about it he kinda does not have any right to say anything bad about the way you act but he will say sassy comments about stuff and you two would just say stuff to eachother like that as like a love languages and i think thats really beutifull

OVERPROTECTIVE DAD

He wants you to be far away from the whole operator shit and alex and everything

Also he works a lot but he tries to make time for you and just be there for you wich sometimes fails

He haves days where hes just way too tired and stressed to really say anything to you and just do anything basicly but you just need to give him time at those days

Merci 🥰

Kaamelott, Livre III, Cryda de Tintagel [requested @19chloe96]

This is- My heart 💖

It’s been a bit since I last posted, and to that have this !

An amazing person requested this and so I shall deliver, I cannot figure out how to tag other peoples blogs but just know that the human inside the art belongs to a friend of mine called ‘Mic’ . They are very friendly to chat with ! And thank you for requesting !

Wallpapers for best girl Jiro??

You got it!!

Hope you like them!!

Thank you so much for the wallpapers,i really love them!!❤️😭😭

That’s great! I’m so glad!! 🥹

I’m more than happy to take more requests!

More requested Hawks wallpapers for your soul:

@allisonbaelfire

Keigo Takami (Hawks) wallpapers:

Hope you like them!!

@allisonbaelfire

you asked for scenarios with sero so i shall provide one (hopefully)

first date with sero where nothing goes right bc he’s very nervous and very clumsy

YES !!

he doesn’t understand how this happened. he even went to kirishima and bakugou asking how to plan this date out so that NOTHING would go wrong. yet here he stood. drenched with you under a bus stop, with ice cream smeared all over his pant leg.

it all started around 12:30. after 4 months of pinning after you, he managed to ask you out. well you kinda asked him out. it was late one night and you guys were texting. talking about school and stuff.

sero :p : yeah i can actually est Honkey’s ‘Tonk’ burger in 3 minutes and 23 seconds

y/n : NO U CANT ! stop lying

sero :p : I SO CAN !!

y/n : we’ll you’ll just have to show me, so i can see it for real :)

sero :p : i definitely should. how abt tmrw ?

y/n : sounds great ! 12:30?

and so that next day he waited by the school gate for you. you was mentally kicking himself for not offering to pick you up at your dorm but too late now. “sero? hey!” he heard from behind him, turing around he was met with you. how beautiful you looked in casual clothes: vintage levi jeans with a simple tight black long sleeve. your jewelry glistened in the afternoon sun and he had to come back from his haze to greet you. the beginning was going great! he ended up not ordering the hunkey’s tonk burger because, as mina said, making a lady watch you scarf down a pound burger was not a turn on. so he took you to a small thai place he knew of. the two of you talked, ate and at the end of the meal you offered to buy him ice cream.

walking down the street to the ice cream parlor sero couldn’t help but thank whatever forces are in control for a great date. the sky was getting a little cloudy but nothing serious. when the two of you went outside to enjoy your treats, a MASSIVE gust of wind ran right past the two of you. by some force it managed to roll onto seros lap, creating a big sticky splatter on his pant leg. you laugh it off and pull some napkins from your purse to blot it so at least it wasn’t wet.

he pulls you into the ally behind a the ice cream place and you crouch down to try and get most of the ice cream off. he embarrassingly tells you it is no big deal and he can get it himself but you won’t listen. you get up, sadly telling him that you did the best you could but he’d probably have to wash them. you can tell by his face sero is clearly in a bad mood now, so you led him back in the direction of the dorms. he hates himself now. he ruined a perfectly good day. well he didn’t directly ruin it but that doesn’t help his mood. he walks beside you, slowly. he can’t even look at you he’s too embarrassed. he doesn’t make small talk, and neither do you. not because you don’t want to talk to him but you just don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

he notices you open your mouth a little then close it, biting the inside of your cheek. he makes a mental note to ask you about it later when he’s more chipper. then you inhale, loud enough for him to hear and turn slightly facing him as you walk. he’s bracing for you to reject in one of the many ways he has become familiar too then-

a loud bang, and then crack, and then silence before the hard water falls from the sky. sero looks up. not believing that this too is happening right now. he looks down at you and expects dispoinemt, anger, saddness, any of those but he’s met with your pretty soft smile before meeting his eyes and grabbing his hand-

and you’re running. with him. hand in hand to the bus stop a hundred feet ahead. he can hear your laugh through the rain and wind gushing past his ears and ue can’t help but smile with you. the two of you stay thete, laughing and he apologizes.

“for what?”

“ruining your day. i know it wasn’t your plan to clean ice cream off me and get drenched in your pretty outfit.”

“you clearly don’t know anything about my plans, sero.” you say with a wink. after a moment of laughter you look back up at him. “you think my outfit is pretty?” you ask him in that sly tone. you see his muscular shoulders relax, as if he’s just let go of a breath when he says “i think everything about you is pretty.” with this eyes.

the two of you wait for an hour under the bus stop. chatting away about everything and nothing. when the storm is reduced to light sprinkles he takes your hand to walk you back to your dorm. kissing your cheek goodbye. when he walks back to the common room where his friends reside. they stare at him soaked head to toe with a noticeable darker stain on his pants, mina can’t help but cringe. “how did uh- the date go?” she ask nervously. expecting a defeated sigh come from him like all the other times but instead, he smiles “good. real good.” he replies as he grabs a soda and walks back to his room.

Anonymous asked: “glitch/webcore v4flower? 😳”

Glitch/webcore Flower icons for anon! These were fun to make! LMK if you’d like any changes~

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⬐ All Jack wanted was a quite place to rest his head after a encounter with a monster on his mission that left him wary and muscles aching for relief, what he receives is what he’s wanted and possibly something more.

authors note : this was a story requested by @princeasimdiya12

warning : this story is an 18+ one shot story between men. If you find men on men action to be something not of your taste I ask that you click off and not read please

The valley reeked of smoke and death. A soft wind carried the ash of what once had been a thriving village, brushing against Samurai Jack’s face as he stood at the edge of a scorched cliff. His katana hung loosely in his grip, its polished blade catching the faint light of the setting sun. Below him, blackened structures jutted out like broken teeth, the remains of homes reduced to cinders.

This wasn’t the first time Jack had arrived too late. And as much as he tried to steel himself, it never got any easier.

A low rumble shook the ground beneath him, drawing his attention to the heart of the destruction. Standing there amidst the rubble was a hulking figure, half-machine, half-sorcery. Its body gleamed like molten iron, patched with cracks that glowed green, pulsating like a diseased heartbeat. Its head swiveled unnaturally, glowing eyes locking onto him with a mechanical whirr.

“Another pest crawling to meet its end,” the construct snarled, its voice layered with malice and static.

Jack narrowed his eyes. His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword. He didn’t reply. There was no need.

The construct—a creation of Aku, no doubt—rose to its full height. It had to be at least twenty feet tall, its limbs reinforced with jagged plating. With each step it took, the earth groaned beneath its weight. This thing had destroyed the village and its people, not out of necessity, but out of cruelty. Jack could feel it. He could always sense the twisted fingerprints of Aku’s darkness.

“You’ve come to die like the rest,” it said, raising an arm that ended in a massive blade. “I’ll make it quick.”

Jack moved.

The construct swung its blade down with the force of a falling tree, splitting the earth where Jack had stood a moment before. The shockwave sent chunks of rock flying in every direction, but Jack was already gone, darting to the side and closing the distance. His katana flashed in the dim light, striking the creature’s leg with precision. Sparks flew as the blade bit into metal, carving a shallow groove before Jack leapt back to avoid the counterattack.

The golem roared, slashing horizontally. Jack ducked low, the blade slicing just above his head. He countered with a series of quick strikes, his movements sharp and efficient, each one aimed at vulnerable joints and exposed mechanisms. But the creature was fast—faster than something its size had any right to be.

A heavy fist came crashing down, forcing Jack to roll out of the way. He came to his feet in one fluid motion, his breathing steady despite the intensity of the battle. He studied his opponent, looking for an opening.

“You’re nimble, samurai,” the golem sneered, its glowing core flickering as it spoke. “But your blade is useless against me. You cannot destroy what is unbreakable.”

Jack wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Everything breaks,” he said softly, his voice calm but firm.

The construct roared again, its core flaring brighter as it unleashed a barrage of energy bolts. They screamed through the air, leaving trails of smoke in their wake. Jack dodged, his sandals barely touching the ground as he moved. One bolt grazed his shoulder, singing the fabric of his gi, but he pressed on, ignoring the searing pain.

He closed the distance once more, darting under the construct’s arm and leaping onto its back. His katana struck true, severing a bundle of cables that ran along its spine. The creature staggered, sparks erupting from the wound.

“You little—” It spun wildly, trying to shake him off.

Jack jumped clear, landing in a crouch a few feet away. He could see the damage now—the flickering core, the uneven movements. It was weakening. But he knew better than to get careless.

The creature raised its remaining arm, dark energy coalescing into a massive, crackling orb. Jack stood his ground, waiting. The energy surged forward, a blinding wave of destruction aimed directly at him. At the last second, he sidestepped, the attack missing him by inches and carving a deep trench into the earth.

Before the construct could recover, Jack charged. He sprinted up a piece of fallen debris, using it as a ramp to propel himself high into the air. With a cry that echoed through the ruined valley, he brought his katana down in a two-handed strike.

The blade pierced the construct’s core.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Then the light within the creature flared violently before fading altogether. Its body shuddered, joints seizing, before it collapsed to the ground in a heap of twisted metal.

Jack landed softly beside it, his katana already sheathed. He stood there for a moment, the only sound his steady breathing and the distant crackle of dying flames. The battle was over, but the weight of the loss lingered in the air.

He turned toward the horizon, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. There was no one left to save here. But there were others—other villages, other lives that Aku sought to destroy.

Jack adjusted the strap of his sword and began walking.

The road stretched long and empty ahead of Jack, framed by distant hills and thick clusters of trees. Each step was measured, his sandals brushing against loose dirt, the faint sound of birdsong filling the quiet spaces in his mind. The fight earlier had left his muscles tense and his spirit heavier than usual, though he kept his composure as always.

The sun hung high in the sky when he reached the outskirts of a small town nestled in the valley below. Smoke curled from chimneys, and the hum of daily life buzzed faintly in the air—a blacksmith pounding steel, children laughing somewhere nearby, and the muffled conversations of townsfolk trading goods. Jack paused on a ridge, taking it all in.

It wasn’t much, this town, but it was alive. That alone was enough to soothe him.

As he stepped onto the main road, his presence drew the occasional curious glance. His attire—worn from travel and battle—marked him as an outsider, his katana slung at his side a clear testament to his purpose. Yet most people went about their business, leaving him to his own path.

The scent of cooking fish drifted through the air, mingling with the earthy smell of fresh-cut hay. Jack followed the aroma to a modest restaurant with wide-open windows and a simple wooden sign swaying in the breeze. His stomach tightened, reminding him how long it had been since his last meal.

Inside, the restaurant was quiet but welcoming. Lanterns hung from the low wooden beams, casting a warm glow over the small crowd of patrons. Jack found a seat in the corner and rested his katana against the wall beside him. His movements were deliberate and respectful, as if the weight of his journey carried into every gesture.

When the server approached, Jack gave a small bow of thanks and ordered a plate of grilled fish, rice, and tea. He didn’t ask for anything more; simplicity had long been his way.

As he waited, the soft murmur of nearby conversations floated through the room. A table of women sat not far from him, their voices carrying just enough for Jack to catch snippets of their conversation. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but something about their words drew his attention.

“The Lucid Dreams Inn,” one of them said, her tone hushed but eager. “Have you been yet? It’s just outside of town, through the woods.”

“Not yet,” another replied, a wistful note in her voice. “But my sister went last week. She said it was like paradise—baths so warm you feel weightless and staff that treat you like royalty. It’s a dream.”

Jack kept his gaze on the table in front of him, but his focus shifted to their words. He didn’t often indulge in luxuries. His path was one of duty, not leisure. Yet the mention of a spa—a place of peace, even for a short while—stirred something in him.

“You should see the themed rooms,” another chimed in, laughing softly. “They make you feel like you’re in another world. And the massages…” She trailed off, sighing dramatically, which drew laughter from the group.

Jack’s food arrived, and he ate slowly, savoring each bite. The fish was perfectly cooked, the rice soft and steaming. He felt his body relax just slightly, as if the meal itself was a small act of kindness.

When he finished, he stood and approached the women’s table, bowing his head respectfully. “Forgive my intrusion,” he said, his voice calm and polite. “But I couldn’t help overhearing. Could you tell me where this Lucid Dreams Inn is located?”

The women exchanged surprised looks before one of them smiled warmly. “It’s not far,” she said. “Just follow the eastern road out of town until you reach the edge of the woods. You’ll see a path lined with lanterns—it’ll take you straight there.”

Jack gave a small bow of thanks. “I appreciate your guidance.”

With his meal paid for, he left the restaurant and followed the directions he’d been given. The eastern road was quieter than the bustling town, flanked by trees that swayed gently in the breeze. As he walked, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lighten slightly. The idea of a spa—a chance to rest, even briefly—felt indulgent, but perhaps it was something he needed.

It wasn’t long before he reached the woods. Just as the women had said, lanterns lined a narrow path, their warm glow cutting through the shade. Jack followed them, the soft crunch of dirt under his sandals blending with the rustle of leaves overhead.

The woods eventually opened to reveal the inn, and Jack stopped in his tracks. It was breathtaking—an elegant structure that seemed to glow in the fading sunlight, its carved arches and intricate patterns whispering of distant lands. Soft golden light spilled from its windows, and the gentle hum of a nearby stream added to its tranquil aura. It wasn’t just a building; it was a promise of peace, a refuge from the chaos that had defined his journey. For a moment, Jack allowed himself to simply stand there, taking in the stillness. Then, adjusting his katana at his side, he stepped forward. Perhaps, for just one night, he could leave the weight of his remaining mission behind.

The soft sound of the flowing stream faded as Jack crossed the threshold of the inn. The air inside was warm and fragrant, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood. A tranquil ambiance enveloped the space, with low lantern light casting a golden glow across the polished wood floors and richly woven rugs.

Jack was immediately greeted by the sight of a staff gathered near the front, a diverse group of young men and women. They moved with an effortless grace, each dressed in elegant yet modest attire that complimented their features. Their bright smiles and welcoming demeanor immediately put Jack at ease.

However, it was the group of men by the front desk that caught his attention. A handful of them lounged casually against the counter, clearly enjoying a break. Their voices carried across the room, drawing Jack’s gaze in spite of himself.

“Too rough,” one of them groaned dramatically, rolling his shoulders. “I’ve still got bruises!”

“That’s nothing,” another cut in, laughing. “Mine was too soft! If you’re gonna pay for time like that, at least make it memorable.”

The others burst into laughter, their easy camaraderie filling the air. Jack found himself averting his eyes, but not before sneaking a quick glance their way. They were striking, each in their own way—tall and lean, or broad-shouldered and strong, their features as varied as the stars in the sky. A faint blush warmed Jack’s face as he cleared his throat, silently admonishing himself for his wandering thoughts.

Still, curiosity gnawed at him. The conversation wasn’t exactly what he’d expected in a place like this, and it left him wondering about the services the inn provided. Steeling himself, Jack approached the main counter where one of the women was smiling warmly at him. But before he could speak, the group of men noticed him. Their conversation stopped mid-laugh as they turned to look at him—really look at him.

The shift was almost palpable. Their gazes swept over him with a mixture of intrigue and appreciation, taking in the broadness of his shoulders, the sharp lines of his jaw, and the quiet intensity that seemed to follow him wherever he went. It was clear, without a word exchanged, that they all had the same thought: they wanted him.

“Excuse me,” Jack said, his voice soft yet deliberate. “I was curious… What kind of services does this inn provide?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, and the group exchanged knowing glances, small smirks curling at the corners of their lips. One of them, a tall man with chestnut hair and a confident air, stepped forward.

“We offer all kinds of services,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Massages, baths, private rooms for relaxation… Whatever you need to ease your mind and body.”

Another man chimed in, his tone playful. “And we do our best to make sure every client leaves completely… satisfied.”

Jack’s eyes widened slightly, and he quickly looked away, his usual composure faltering. “I see,” he murmured, his cheeks flushing faintly.

The group chuckled softly at his reaction, clearly enjoying the effect their words had on him. “Don’t worry,” the first man said, his smile widening. “You’re in good hands here. Why don’t you let us take care of you for a while?”

Jack hesitated, torn between his curiosity and the unfamiliar heat rising in his chest. This place was unlike any he had ever encountered, and for a moment, he wondered if stepping through its doors had been a mistake. But the thought was fleeting. Perhaps, just this once, he could indulge in something beyond his usual discipline and duty.

Jack followed the group of men as they led him down a dimly lit corridor. The soft glow of lanterns and the delicate hum of distant music created an intimate and relaxing atmosphere. The men chatted casually among themselves, their confidence and playful energy drawing Jack in despite his initial apprehension.

They came to a stop in front of an ornate door. One of the attendants, a tall man with striking amber eyes, gestured toward it with a flourish. “This is one of our special service rooms,” he said, his voice smooth as silk.

Jack stepped inside and took in the lavish setting. One side of the room held a heart-shaped bed draped in luxurious crimson sheets, surrounded by soft golden lighting. On the other side was a bathing area separated by a carved wooden screen. The bath itself was a work of art—an oversized tub made of polished stone, filled with steaming water that shimmered with faintly glowing herbs and oils.

“Relax, Samurai,” one of the men said with a teasing smile, placing a hand lightly on Jack’s shoulder. “We’ll take care of everything.”

Jack hesitated for a moment, unused to such attention. “Perhaps you gentlemen can step out for a moment while I undress.”

One of the men tilt his head towards jack, “But whyyy,” whines the man.

“We’re all friends here, no need to be shy.”

Jack hesitated for a moment before nodding his head, as he shrugged off his outer robe and stepped toward the bath, he felt a rare sense of ease begin to settle over him. The warm water enveloped him as he sank into the tub, sighing deeply as the tension in his muscles started to melt away.

The harem boys moved with practiced grace, gathering around the bath with sponges and towels in hand. They began to gently wash him, their hands skimming over his shoulders and arms, tracing the lines of his taut muscles. Their touch was firm yet soothing, accompanied by lighthearted laughter and conversation that kept the mood light.

Jack’s body sat slouched in the tub full of water and scented oils, he hunched over almost as if he was cowering in on himself. It was his way of hiding himself from these men - hiding from their view.

One of the younger attendants, a slim boy with mischievous green eyes, perched on the edge of the tub. “You’ve got some serious muscle,” he commented, poking Jack’s bicep with a grin. “What do you eat to stay like this?”

Jack still nervous chuckled softy, in a nervous manner almost— shaking his head. “Mostly rice and vegetables. Simple food.”

The group laughed, some jokingly telling him that’s not enough for a man of his size and another chimed in, “Well, tonight you’ll have to try something a little more exciting.”

From a nearby tray, the green-eyed boy grabbed a delicate glass filled with amber liquid. “This,” he said, holding it up, “is one of our specialties. Sweet, smooth, and perfect after a long day. You have to try it.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, skeptical but curious. “I’m not much of a drinker,” he admitted.

“Just a sip,” the boy coaxed, offering the glass. “I promise you’ll like it.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Jack took the glass and brought it to his lips. The liquor was surprisingly sweet, with a hint of fruit and spice. It slid down easily, warming him from the inside. He nodded approvingly and took another sip—then another.

Before long, Jack had finished the glass and reached for another, the smooth sweetness of the drink luring him in. The harem boys exchanged knowing glances, their smiles growing wider as Jack unknowingly indulged.

It wasn’t until he set the glass down and leaned back in the water that one of them, a lean man with a cheeky grin, pointed out, “Well, would you look at that.”

Jack followed the direction of his gaze, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what they were referring to. The warm water and the liquor’s effects had left him in an unmistakably compromising state, and he quickly shifted to sit up straighter, his cheeks flushing a faint red.

The group of men burst into laughter, though their tone was more playful than mocking. “Don’t worry, Samurai,” one of them said with a wink. “It happens to everyone here. Think of it as… part of the experience.”

Jack cleared his throat, feeling both embarrassed and strangely amused by their casual demeanor. He wasn’t sure whether to blame the liquor, the bath, or the harem boys themselves, but one thing was certain—this was a night unlike any other he’d experienced.

The harem boys guided Jack from the bath to the heart-shaped bed, their movements fluid and practiced. The room was filled with a soft, golden glow that seemed to pulse in time with the distant hum of the inn’s music. Jack, now dressed in a light robe provided by the attendants, sat down hesitantly, his damp hair falling loosely over his shoulders.

“Lie down, Samurai,” one of the men said softly, gesturing to the bed. His voice was calm, soothing, and Jack found himself complying without hesitation.

As he stretched out on the plush bed, the boys moved around him with care. One began to massage his arms, kneading away the tension that had been building for what felt like years. Another worked on his back, his strong hands expertly pressing into the tight muscles along Jack’s shoulders and spine. His legs, feet, and even his hands weren’t spared the attention, each boy ensuring every part of him was thoroughly tended to.

Another attendant, a younger man with soft features, approached with a small jar of a fragrant cream. He leaned over Jack, spreading the mask gently across his face. “This will help with the wear and tear of your travels,” he said with a smile.

As Jack relaxed under their care, the boys began to ask him questions. Their voices were gentle, curious. “Tell us about your life, Samurai,” one of them asked, his hands still working over Jack’s calves. “What brings you here?”

Jack hesitated at first, but the liquor had loosened his tongue. “My life has been… a long battle,” he began, his voice heavy. “I fight to return to my home, to undo the evil that has taken everything from me. Every day is a struggle—another fight, another challenge.”

The boys listened intently, their hands never ceasing their work. One of them, the man massaging Jack’s shoulders, frowned slightly. “It sounds exhausting,” he said softly. “To live with such a burden. Have you ever thought of letting it go?”

Jack’s brow furrowed, but before he could respond, another boy—a playful one with a mischievous smile—spoke up. “You could stay here,” he suggested. “Achieve peace. This place could be your refuge.”

Jack opened his mouth to respond, but a soft, melodic tone interrupted him. One of the boys had retrieved a singing bowl, its rim gliding under his practiced touch. The sound filled the room, vibrating softly through the air and into Jack’s very core. It was unlike anything he’d ever heard, a sound that seemed to strip away the layers of tension and pain he had carried for so long.

His thoughts grew hazy as the boys guided him to another part of the room. This area was set up for grooming, with mirrors framed in gold and trays of combs, oils, and brushes neatly arranged. One of the attendants began brushing Jack’s damp hair, while another trimmed his beard with precise care.

As they worked, the questions continued. “What else do you remember about your life?” one of them asked gently.

Jack’s eyes softened, his defenses slipping further. “The hardships,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “The battles, the loss… I’ve been fighting for so long, I don’t know what peace even feels like anymore.”

One of the boys, who had been running his fingers through Jack’s freshly combed hair, spoke softly. “Then perhaps it’s time to stop fighting.”

The words lingered in the air, carried by the soft hum of the singing bowl. Jack couldn’t help but consider them. The longer he stayed here, the more the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift. Time felt strange in this place; what had been hours felt like mere moments. The thought of staying—just for a little longer—grew more tempting.

Jack glanced at the group of attendants, their serene smiles and gentle hands easing him into a state of complete relaxation. His heart, which had long been hardened by the trials of his journey, softened slightly. Perhaps, just for now, he could allow himself this peace.

Finally, he closed his eyes and gave a slight nod. “I will stay.”

The first boy, Takeshi, with his raven hair and piercing blue eyes, had a smile that could charm the toughest of warriors. His little form was wrapped in a kimono of deep midnight blue, adorned with delicate silver threads that shimmered like stars in the candlelight.

The second, Akihiro, had skin as pale as the moon and hair as gold as the sun, with eyes that held the warmth of a summer's embrace. His kimono was a soft shade of ivory, with intricate gold embroidery that mirrored the patterns of cherry blossoms. Next to him, Satoru's emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, his crimson kimono a stark contrast to his raven hair, hinting at the passion that lay within.

The remaining four introduced themselves as well: Ryuu, whose kimono was as fiery as his spirit; Kaito, whose eyes were the color of the stormy sea and whose demeanor was as mysterious as the depths of the ocean; Yukito, whose kimono of gentle lavender whispered of his tender soul; and finally, Hiro, whose kimono was the color of freshly fallen snow, reflecting the purity and innocence that seemed to radiate from his very being.

The boys' gazes held a hint of something more than mere welcoming, something that sent a shiver down Jack’s spine. They spoke in soft, hypnotic tones, their voices laced with urges of desire that seemed to fill the very air around him. The harem of men had two conditions for his acceptance into their fold, they explained.

Firstly, he must agree to lock away his manhood in a chastity cage, a symbol of his commitment to their unique form of service. Secondly, he must engage in an unbridled orgy, allowing the hypnotic tunes of a singing bowl to guide him through the evening's carnally ecstatic ritual.

Jack's brow furrowed in protest, his hand reflexively moving to the sword at his side. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice a low growl of discomfort. The thought of such a restriction was foreign to his warrior's spirit, and the idea of an orgy, though not entirely unwelcome, was certainly unexpected. Yet, the allure of the harem's beauty and the mysterious aura of the mansion made his resolve waver like the flame of a candle in the breeze.

Takeshi stepped forward, his smile never faltering. His eyes locked onto Jack's, and his hand reached out to lightly touch the samurai's cheek. "Do not fear, warrior," he cooed, his voice a velvety caress. "The cage is a symbol of your dedication to us, to the experiences that await you here. It is not a prison, but a gateway to new pleasures." As the other boys closed in, their fingertips grazed jack’s skin, sending shivers of unfamiliar sensations through his body. He felt a gentle pull, as if the very air was coaxing him to comply.

Akihiro offered the chastity cage, its golden metal gleaming in the soft glow of the candles. It was an intricate piece of craftsmanship, adorned with delicate engravings of entwined lovers and blooming flowers. The warmth of the metal seemed to pulse with the promise of pleasure. Jack hesitated, but the hypnotic allure of their touch grew stronger, his thoughts swirling like leaves in a tempest.

The surrounding walls around them began to morph, its walls shifting and flowing like a living tapestry. The grand hall dissolved into a surreal dreamscape, an erotic playground that seemed to exist solely to tantalize the senses. The air grew thick with the scent of jasmine, and the floor became a soft, velvet sea beneath his feet. The harem boys flitted around him like ethereal beings, each one more enticing than the last, whispering sweet nothings that danced around the edges of his consciousness.

Jack's hand hovered over the chastity cage, his mind racing with thoughts of rebellion and curiosity. Yet, the gentle yet insistent pressure of the harem's touch washed away his resistance like sand before the tide. He felt his body relax, his will bending to the seductive power of their words and touch. His eyes grew heavy, and his breathing slowed as their hypnotic whispers painted a vivid picture of the unbridled pleasure that awaited him.

With trembling fingers, Jack unbuckled his obi, allowing the heavy layers of his hakama to fall away. The cool metal of the chastity cage was a stark contrast to the heat rising within him. As Akihiro guided the cage over his erection, Jack couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. The cage clicked into place, locking his arousal within its embrace, a stark symbol of his surrender to the harem's will.

The moment the cage was secured, the harem boys broke into a fit of giggles, their laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes. They led Jack to the center of the room where a large, plush futon had appeared, surrounded by a sea of velvet pillows. The singing bowl, which had been silently watching the exchange from the shadows, began to hum. The vibrations grew louder, resonating through the air and into Jack's very bones. The sound was mesmerizing, a siren's call that he could not resist. His eyes grew heavy, and his body felt as if it were made of liquid, swaying to the bowl's hypnotic melody.

The boys began to undress, each revealing their own unique beauty. Satoru's muscular chest rippled as he removed his kimono, his cock already erect and bobbing with excitement. Kaito's body was lean and toned, with a trail of hair leading from his navel to the base of his cock, which stood proudly at attention. Yukito, the delicate one, had skin softer than silk, his small, firm nipples pebbling with anticipation. Hiro's innocent gaze belied the fiery passion that lurked within, his body a canvas of untouched perfection.

The hypnotic hum of the singing bowl grew more intense, wrapping around Jack like a warm embrace, dissolving the last of his inhibitions. He could feel his own cock strain against the confines of the chastity cage, begging for release. The harem boys lay down on the futon, creating a sensual mosaic of skin and fabric.

The bowl's vibrations grew stronger, resonating through Jack's body as if he were a living instrument. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a low moan as the music took hold of his very soul. The air grew electric with desire, and he felt the mattress shift beneath him as the boys arranged themselves around him. He was the center of their attention, the object of their collective lust and admiration.

Ryuu, the fiery one, was the first to act. He straddled Jack's chest, his cock a vibrant shade of coral against the samurai's tanned skin. Leaning down, he captured Jack's mouth in a kiss that was both fiery and tender. The taste of him was like a spark that ignited Jack's passion, making him ache to feel more.

The other boys followed suit, their hands exploring every inch of Jack's body. They were like skilled artisans, each one knowing exactly where to touch, where to kiss, to elicit the most exquisite reactions. Akihiro's gentle caress of his cheek was as comforting as a mother's touch, while Satoru's rough grip on his thigh was like the bite of a lover eager to claim him.

Kaito's stormy eyes searched his own.

The hypnotic vibrations of the singing bowl grew more insistent, the music resonating with the beating of Jack's heart. He felt as if he were floating in a warm, velvet embrace, the weight of his body forgotten amidst the swirling pleasure. The boys' hands danced over his skin, tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, and finally the bulge of his cock, trapped and pulsing within the chastity cage. They paid homage to his manhood, their lips and fingers worshipping the metal that contained his desire.

Yukito, the tender soul, began to kiss a trail down Jack's body, his soft, full lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. Each press of his mouth sent a shiver through the samurai's frame, his body arching in silent plea. When Yukito reached the base of the cage, he paused, looking up with eyes filled with a mix of innocence and lust. With a gentle touch, he traced the outline of Jack's trapped erection, eliciting a moan that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.

Takeshi, the master of seduction, took hold of the singing bowl, its vibrations now a deep, resonating bass that seemed to echo the pounding of Jack's heart. The other boys began to kiss and touch each other, their bodies moving in a sensual dance as old as time itself. The sight of their passion was almost too much for Jack to bear, his cock straining against the unforgiving metal. The cage grew warm from his arousal.

The air grew thick with the scent of desire as the harem's hands moved in unison, teasing and stroking Jack's body. Their lips and tongues found every sensitive spot, leaving no inch untouched. The heat of their breath against his skin sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each stroke, each kiss, each whispered word of encouragement.

Hiro, the youngest, approached shyly, his snow-white kimono fluttering like the petals of a cherry blossom. He knelt beside the futon and took Jack's hand, placing it on the cage. The samurai's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as the pressure grew. Hiro looked into his eyes, his own filled with a gentle warmth that seemed to pierce the haze of lust that clouded Jack's mind. With a soft smile, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on the padlock that kept Jack's cock imprisoned. The metal grew hot, as if responding to the touch of his lips.

The singing bowl reached a crescendo, the vibrations resonating through the room and into Jack's soul. The harem's movements grew more frenzied, their bodies tangling together in a passionate display of eroticism. The sight was overwhelming, Jack could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, a storm gathering on the horizon of his consciousness. His hips bucked, seeking relief from the relentless teasing.

Akihiro took mercy on him, sliding his hand between the bars of the chastity cage. His touch was feather-light, his fingertips dancing over the sensitive head of Jack's cock. The sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure through Jack's body. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a guttural moan, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The other boys took turns, each one offering their own brand of torturous pleasure, their hands moving in perfect harmony with the bowl's pulsating rhythm.

The pressure grew unbearable, and Jack felt as though he was on the precipice of something profound. He could feel the beginnings of his climax, a coil of ecstasy winding tightly within him. The cage grew slick with pre-cum, a testament to his desperate need for release.

Yet, the lock remained steadfast.

Akihiro, one of the harem men who had been watching Jack sends a quiet smile his way. His eyes were gentle, yet there was something mysterious about them. He spoke in a soft, reassuring tone, “You’ve done enough, Jack. You’ve showed that you are indeed promising for us all. Your mission is over. All your struggles, all your pain… they’ll be gone by morning. You can rest now.”

Jack blinked slowly, his exhaustion overcoming him. Akihiro’s words felt like a balm to his soul, a promise of peace he had longed for but never believed he would see. His head felt heavy, his eyelids drooping. He gave a small nod. “I can rest… at last…” he whispered.

Akihiro placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. Jack collapses back onto the bed, and within moments, the weight of sleep consumed him. His breathing steadied, and the room fell still.

But as Jack slept, the world around him began to change. The inn, once a place of comfort, began to shimmer and twist. The walls cracked, the wooden floor groaned and splintered, and the warm air turned cold and thick. The peaceful atmosphere had been an illusion, one crafted to deceive the weary traveler. As the illusion broke, the truth revealed itself.

The harem men, now no longer hidden in human forms, transformed into creatures of darkness. Akihiro’s body lengthened, his skin turning scaly as his eyes glowed bright red. He was no longer the charming man who had spoken to Jack, but a serpent-like beast, coiled and ready. The others, once handsome and gentle, now revealed their true monstrous yet beautiful forms, each one a creature that thrived on human desire.

The world around them was no longer the inn, but a vast, desolate desert. The sands stretched endlessly in all directions, and the sky above was an oppressive shade of deep orange. This was the true world — the one hidden beneath the illusion, a world where they had lured countless souls over the centuries.

Akihiro grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. “We’ve finally found him. A worthy mate after all this time,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Another of the harem men, Yukito, who appeared as a towering, majestic wolf, shook his head. “Let him rest, Akihiro. He’s been through enough. We’ll have plenty of time to enjoy our new companion when he wakes.”

Akihiro clicked his tongue but conceded. “Fine. But the wait is almost unbearable.”

The men gathered around Jack’s sleeping form, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. As they watched, Jack’s appearance began to shift. The weariness left his body, replaced with something more regal. His clothes changed, too, from the familiar samurai armor to flowing white robes with purple accents. The outfit looked almost like something from an ancient kingdom, regal and princely. It was as if the weight of his past life had been shed, and something new, something more fitting for his transformation, had taken its place.

At the center of the desert, a figure appeared — one that towered over the harem men. His name was Hed, their leader, the one who had controlled them all for centuries. Hed stood tall and imposing, his wild black hair spreading out like a storm. His tanned skin gleamed under the desert sun, and his powerful, muscular frame was on full display. He wore golden cuffs on his wrists and a dark green vest that hung open to reveal his well-defined chest. His pants were wide and billowed out at the cuffs, tied with a golden-brown belt, and he stood barefoot, his feet firmly planted in the sand.

Hed’s presence was overwhelming, his gaze locking onto the harem men with a knowing smirk. “Akihiro, it seems you were right. Jack is a worthy mate,” he said, his voice low and powerful.

Akihiro nodded, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Yes, master. He is the one we’ve been searching for.”

Hed’s smile was almost predatory. “Let him rest. When he wakes, he will join us in this world. And then, we shall see if he is truly ready for the life we’ve prepared for him.”

The harem men stepped back, watching Jack as he slept peacefully, unaware of the transformation that had taken place around him. The desert stretched on, endless and barren, and the harem men, though monstrous in form, stood silently, waiting for the moment when Jack would awaken and face the truth of his new life.

As the night stretched on, the desert was still, the only sound the quiet shifting of the sands. Jack’s fate, sealed by the harem’s dark desires, would unfold in the morning. But for now, he slept, unaware of the world that had changed around him.

Here's a little drawing I did for my 4th hour teacher's request. I like it a lot, oh and also instead of Starbucks I put BooBucks😌✨

I'm so smart😎

I might make a speed paint of it later(or in a couple months bc I'm so lazy and I forget things) so yeah. Also, here's a little guy

Natsuki because my friend asked for it and yeah Enjoy #dokidokiliteratureclub #ddlc #natsuki #natsukiddlc #fanart #requested #art #myart #digitalart #instaartist #instaart

Hi! I was wondering I can request denki kaminari dating a magical girl!reader who’s in the same class as him and like the dynamic is just readers the knight in shining armor and Denkis the princess 😭(also if it’s ok can it be dating hc’s?🫶🫶🫶)

Yeah ofc!!! Im not sure if I understand ur request correctly so feel free to send another one (when requests are open) if u wanted something else!!! :3

ꕥ Okay so, when I first read this request I thought about the "My girl can wear whathever she wants beacuse SHE can fight" 😭😭

ꕥ Especially if you are the 'brave knight' leading your relationship.

ꕥ Also the dynamic of reader being the knight is so interesting like??? He would love this sm omfg.

ꕥ I dont know if you understand the knight x princess thing the same way I do but I see it like: Denki having this fat FAT crush on you but not doing anything about it beacuse well, hes just some dude with electricity quirk, then theres you liking him too, noticing all those small details about him, noticing HIM, and just simply walking up to him, watching that pink blush appear on his face while youre trying to chat <33

ꕥ Im 98% sure he would NOT start hitting on you cuz how can someone so good be interested in him??? Well surprise <333

ꕥ But after you start dating...

ꕥ Sike nothing has changed, hes still all blushy and stuff 😭😭

ꕥ Hes just so WHIPED for you omg. I know I said it before but he would just talk about his partner all the time, no matter what the conversation was about, he always manages to weave in some compliment about you into the convo <33

ꕥ Hes just talking and talking and talking and talking about you 😭 Youre so good to him, he loves you so much, youre the smartest person alive, the best future hero, youre not scared of anything!

ꕥ Doesnt matter if youre actually are all those things, to him youre the best person alive and thats FINAL.

ꕥ And if someone says ANYTHING bad about you... may lord help them beacuse they will need to listen to the whole list of why his right about you and trust me its LONG.

ꕥ Also you're probably smarter than him (its not hard tbh 😭 our dumb baby) and he just loves when you explain school stuff to him

ꕥ Like, he gets to hang out with you AND learn for the exam? Hell yeah!

ꕥ not lets talk about the hero stuff!!! From what I understand from the request, youre quirk has to do something with magic??? Idk Im kinda dumb so lets stick to it 😇

ꕥ It doesnt matter if youre some kind of witch, telekinesis user or literally any other form of magic. HES. SO. PROUD. of you 😭

ꕥ Complements your hero outfit everytime he sees you in it, silently praying to himself that today's classes would be held in pairs so he cam admire you a bit more

ꕥ I dont want to make him look too dumb but... He loves when you tell him what to do in training.

ꕥ Imagine him catching a villain on his first patrol with you, tying them up while talking about how glad he is that your plan worked, how happy he is you guys work so good together

ꕥ then after a long day of work hes taking you to his dorm, sits you on his bed, turns on some movie and then lets you put some face masks on him while gossiping (his fav part of the day tbh 😭)

ꕥ You are the only person who can use him as a charger without any complaints BUT ONLY when youre doing the face masks (lie, you can use him whenever you like, he will only to pretend he doesnt like it)

Im sorry its so bad and short and stuff but the first version of this just didnt save in my draft for some reason and by the time I started writing this again I was FLOODED with schoolwork <\333 ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT AGAIN, SCHOOL <\3333 I didnt read it again after writing so sorry for any errors 😛😛😛😛

NSFW Alphabet: Older Johnny Lawrence

Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive themes, slight smut.

NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Johnny struggles with aftercare, he definitely wants to be there for you but he doesn't quite know what to do. His form of aftercare would be laying close together or cuddling and drinking beer.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Your butt and your thighs 100%. He loves to hug you from behind, feeling you press up against him. He loves to watch your butt bounce while in doggy, and he loves to grip and hold onto your thighs in missionary.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) Johnny loves to cum inside of you, but since he doesn't want kids anytime soon he prefers to cum in the condom. He doesn't like mess because he like to rest as much as possible after but there are sometimes he'll cum on your butt or your thighs, depending on the position.

D= Dirty Secret (Johnny's dirty secret) Johnny likes the idea of fucking you in the dojo, specifically in his office and on his desk. It would make it even better if your hands were tied behind your back with his sweat band, he would kill for that.

E= Experience (How experienced is Johnny) Johnny is definitely really experienced, he knows what he's doing and he knows where to put his hands and how to use them. He's definitely not just all talk.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) Doggy. He loves to watch your butt bounce with each harsh thrust he gives you, gripping your hair and yanking you to his chest while wrapping his hand around your throat.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Not during sex, but he definitely cracks a few jokes after. Nothing to harmful, just enough to make you both laugh.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Yes. Johnny feels that it's really manlike so he doesn't shave. The first few times he would trim but he ultimately gave up when you didn't complain about it.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Johnny during the moment) Johnny can be very romantic when he wants to be, most of the time he's very hard dom, but if it were your anniversary or birthday he would set up a few candles, throw a few rose petals out, but nothing to fancy.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) He doesn't do it often because he has you and karate to keep him busy, but he'll often get himself off if you're not present with your pictures that he printed out definitely not for that reason.

K= Kink (How kinky is Johnny) Johnny's pretty average, he doesn't have extreme kinks but he does like a little bit of ass slapping, neck gripping, and hair pulling.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Anywhere in his apartment honestly, or if you start doing it in the dojo then always the dojo.

M= Motivation (What gets Johnny going) When you do a strip tease, or when you challenge him in karate, he definitely has a thing for karate sex.

N= No (A turn off, something Johnny would never do) Anything that will harm you or him is a no. He doesn't like extreme public sex, he likes minimal but he wouldn't be able to concentrate if it was over the top.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He loves to receive more, but he definitely likes going down on you but in the end he'd prefer to be in you for that duration either way.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Definitely. He loves it fast and rough, but when needed or when he's in the mood he can definitely be slow and make love to you.

Q= Quickie (Johnny's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He likes quickies but since he's gotten older he likes to make it last a lot longer. He's always down for a quickie though, when and where???

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) It depends, he likes the adrenaline it gives doing something risky but he wouldn't go borderline. Now if he was drunk he'd definitely be more risky than being sober.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He can last a while each round, but again as he's gotten older he goes less than when he was younger but to be honest it's not that noticeable of a change after he picks back up karate.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Not really, he would prefer to use his mouth, and hands anytime during foreplay. He doesn't hate the idea, but he just likes it old fashioned.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) He's not that bad of a tease, he's more so just ready to fuck, but if you make him mad or he's in a bad mood then he's the worst with teasing.

V= Volume (How loud is Johnny during the moment) He's not overly loud but he does let out the occasional groans every now and then, the most you'll hear from him is heavy and unsteady breathing. Ride him though and he'll be a lot louder.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Johnny) Sometimes Johnny thinks about you giving him head under his desk while his students practice their moves. He feels that's a little bit too risky, but it's a risk he's definitely willing to take.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) 7 1/2 inches no doubt (Probably 8 to be honest).

Y= Yearning (How high is Johnny's sex drive) His sex drive isn't as high as it was when he was younger, but getting back into the habit of karate and exercising his sex drive grows pretty high.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Johnny fall asleep afterwards) Not that fast, even if you fall asleep he would probably drink a few more beers while watching tv in the bed next to you. It takes him a while to wind down but when he does he's out like a light.

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This was highly requested! Requests are always open, and past request will be coming out soon! Thank you for all the love and support!

Johnny Cade X Reader

Warnings: None

Broken

Most of your days consisted of spending time with the Curtis's. It was just a known thing, you were also the only girl in the gang and they protected you with their lives.

It made you feel so special, they wanted you to feel special because you were the only girl they would ever allow in the gang. Even some of the boys girlfriends didn’t know the gang nor you.

You even got along with Dallas, not many people get along with Dallas Winston and that’s saying a lot. Dallas didn’t just like you because you were a girl and had all the parts, but he liked you because of your personality. You were apart of them and you understood them like no others.

You were also kind of like the mom in the group, when they got into rumbles you would patch them up and take care of them.

You could say that your favorite person in the gang for sure though was Johnny Cade, also known as johnnycakes.

He hardly joined the rumbles, only when they really needed him. Ever since he got jumped by bob he was jumpy to most touch. So fighting wasn’t really in the picture right now.

It was bad enough his parents treated him like they did, but the socs on the other hand was enough to make someone weak and broken.

Johnny would mostly hang out with you during rumbles, you would talk, laugh, and joke around to the point where you started falling in love with the puppy eye'd boy, also another nickname for Johnnycakes.

You really didn’t know how to express your feelings, the only think you knew how to do was ignore people that you liked.

It was a coping mechanism that you had set, it also made everything awkward though. The constant avoiding made forceful comments awkward and even Johnny could feel it.. of course he could.

It made him feel like he was more broken that he realized, though the mechanism you used made you feel better about your feelings it hurt Johnny more, it made him think you wouldn’t ever want to be seen with him or be with a broken boy like him.

He was very insecure in that area, his confidence was definitely not low. From the constant pain he would receive from his own parents and socs just lowered his confidence, therefore he was super quiet so he wouldn’t draw attention to himself.

With that being said you were at the Curtis's along with the rest of the gang, including Johnny of course. He kept the group together.

Dallas started joking around and talking with you, you started interfering back and sparking conversations with him, little jokes here and there but all platonically considering your love for a certain puppy eye’d boy.

Suddenly Johnny felt very left out, he was the only one in the group that wasn’t speaking. It seemed that no one realized well to him, you noticed it but you didn’t know what to do.

Johnny was sitting right next to you, so it made it harder to ignore his heating presents. You were practically touching arms and legs, you could feel the heat radiating from his body and it sent goosebumps up your skin.

Your breathing started picking up once your brain realized everything, your heart sped up until suddenly that warmth was replace with cold air as Johnny got up, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking outside on the porch.

A few seconds later you excused yourself and decided on checking up on Johnny, walking outside on the porch you close both the screen door and the main door wanting to have as much privacy as the thin house could maintain.

The sound of the screen door closing caught Johnny’s attention from blowing smoke up in the air. You didn’t condone smoking to much, but somehow Johnny always looked so hot doing tricks like that.

You walk over to the rocking chair beside him and take a seat, "hey Johnny" You awkwardly say.

"Y/n" he tilts his head towards you.

You sighed as you let silence fall over you two, "ya know, I never thought I’d say this but I really like you Y/n" Johnny finally admits looking up from playing with his fingers.

Your heart drops as you realize you practically ignored him and he felt the same. "I guess you ignorin' me confirmed you don’t like me back" He says, and you can practically hear the hurt behind his voice.

"Johnny I-" you don’t even get to finish the sentence before Johnny speaks back up.

"It’s okay Y/n, I understand I’m to broken for me to..." He sniffles, getting up stuffing his hands in his pockets and rushing down the street.

"Wait! Johnny!" You speak up rushing towards him, but he doesn’t stop walking except he speed up his pace.

"Johnny!" You finally catch up to him gently grabbing onto his arm and stepping in front of him.

You get a good look at his face, he has tears forming from his eyes. He turned his head away from you, embarrassed from showing you weak feelings.

"Johnny look at me please..." You trail off, using your finger to guide him to look at you. Eventually he does.

"I’m sorry I didn’t say this before, but I love you to Johnny" You admit with red cheeks.

"Really? You’re not just sayin' that because you feel bad?" He sniffles.

"Of course not, I’m in love with you Johnny Cade" You smile grabbing his hands and interwinding them, bringing your body’s closer.

Johnny blushes as he pull you in a much needed hug, he digs his head in the crook of your neck "I’m in love with ya' to Y/n" He states shyly.

You both pull away from the hug, gazing into each other’s eyes "can I kiss you?" You question, wanting to make sure incase you overstepped any boundaries.

Johnny nods and you seal your lips together, his lips press firmly but still gently agains his chapped lips, he tasted like smoke and vanilla and honestly it was addicting to you.

He places his hand on your jaw and pulls you in closer, you both pull away gently "wow you taste' good" You blush.

"I’m sorry that sounded weird" You confirm scrunching you your nose, Johnny blushed as he lets out stutters of words.

"N-no it’s great' you taste wow'" Johnny blushes as he looks at the ground.

"Wanna' go to the lot?" You question grabbing his hand.

Johnny nods as you began your journey to the lot, if anyone would have told you that you would be here 5 minutes ago you would have laughed, but not anymore and you were thankful for that.

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This was requested by @peachymelon69

Older Johnny Lawrence X Reader

Warnings: TW: Toxic ex

Bloody Rose

  "I just don't understand why i can't go out with my friends" You mumble, awaiting for the seat to swallow you whole.

  "I already told you, you're mine and what's mine i own" Your boyfriend grits his teeth, as his hands grip the steering wheel.

  "You don't own me" You say confidently as he pulls up to one of the minimarts in reseda.

  He aggressively slams one hand on the steering wheel "damnit! I said your mine and I forbid you of going out" he yells.

  "Whatever! You never let me do anything!" You yell angrily as you get out of the car, slamming the door.

  Let's be real, the real reason he was so jealous, possessive, and angry was because he was insecure as he's already said previous times before, but you couldn't help but think that it was all just a fun game to him.

  He steps out of the car and repeats your steps previously of slamming the door and walking forward to you puffing out his chest. "I don't want you cheating on me! What do you not understand?! If you listened to me we wouldn't have this problem" He groans.

  You go to walk into the mini mart only to be pulled back by your boyfriends hand gripping your waist tightly.

  You turn around and slap him as a reflex causing his face turn right with the impact as his neck cracked a little.

  Just then someone gets out of their car and slams the door "hey, what do you think you're doing man?" The mysterious man questions as he walks closer to the situation.

  He has golden blonde locks, blue piercing eyes, and a grey shirt with a black and white checked flannel. He still doesn't let go of your hand "and who are you?" He questions trying to look big and bad.

  "That's my sister and I don't appreciate you touching her like that" The man states.

  "Yeah right" Your boyfriend scoffs.

  The last thing that could be heard was a fist coming in contact with his face, which you could have swore you heard a crack.

  The guy grabs your hand and rushes you behind the building as your boyfriend lays on the cement groaning in pain.

  "We're over a*shole!" You yell as he stumbles up and rushes into his car scurrying off.

  "Thanks for that" You say sweetly.

  "It's no problem, I'm Johnny" He holds out his hand for you to take to which you do.

  "I'm Y/n" You greet.

  Over the course of a couple weeks you and Johnny had kept in contact through messaging. He had learnt some things about you while you learned about his karate dojo, his students, and pretty much his life.

  It was nice, Johnny was a great person to talk to. You even felt yourself staring to fall for him, it was weird seeing as you just got out of a toxic relationship but something good came out of it and it was Johnny.

  You were actually having a conversation with Johnny over text once he asks a random question out of the blew, which read; "hypothetical question...what would you say if I asked you to swing by the dojo for a couple of lessons? Free of charge of course" he questions.

  You raise both of your eye brows and wait a minute before reply, finally you decide on sending a simple message, which read; "I'd love to! I could definitely use a few pointers if that's alright?"

Finishing up the conversation you had agreed to stop by his karate dojo named cobra Kai for a couple lessons, you didn't quite have an idea of what to wear so you just picked some workout clothes so they wouldn't get in the way of 'training'.

You only lived a couple blocks away from the reseda strip mall, so you were there in less than five minutes.

The sound of the bell goes off once you enter the dojo, "welcome to cobra k-" Johnny starts, walking out of his office until he sees it was you.

He smiles taking the towel he had in his hand and throwing it on the dummy's head "Hey, Y/n it's nice to see you here" he comments.

You let out a breathy laugh "it's nice to be here... Sensei" You tease playfully, causing him to let out a chuckle.

"Alright so, we can start whenever you'd like" He gestures to the mats.

"Are you free now?" You question, wanting to make sure.

He turns to look at the clock on the wall "oh yeah, yeah class doesn't start for another 2 hours or so" Johnny reply's.

You slip your shoes off and Johnny brings you over to the mat, "that gi looks great on you" You playfully smirk.

He looks down "I'm impressed" he states referring to you knowing it's a gi and not 'pajamas'.

"Alright so, first things first we need to get you into the stance" he says walking behind you.

He hovers over your left arm "is this alright?" He questions before continuing, you nod.

He continues on his mission and places your body into the correct stance, "alright now-" Johnny leads you over to the dummy.

"Punch this thing as hard as you can" He puts his hands on his hips.

You go to punch but he stops you "easy there, punch like this and you'll break your thumb-" He grabs your hand and moves your thumb gently so it's overlying your other fingers "-punch like this... you'll break a nose" he smiles.

Though he doesn't let go of your hands for a moment, seeing as you had both got lost in each others eyes. Johnny's eyes were so piercing, you could see all the emotions behind his eyes... and you know what? He didn't hide it.

You snap into reality and look down bashfully "thank you" you reply.

"Oh uhm- yeah no problem" he clears his throat "-well go on" he gestures to the dummy.

You strike one punch then look at Johnny for confrontation, he nods his head 'yes' so you continue throwing punches until he moves you over to the next course.

"Alright so, if someone tries punching you what do you do?" He questions.

"Block the punch" You reply as if it was common sense.

"Yes correct, what do you do next?" Johnny questions once again.

"You know I haven't got that far yet" You say sarcastically causing Johnny to let out a little laugh.

He walks over to you and puts out his hand, grabbing yours he forms it into a ball and puts his hand over yours. "When rolls are reversed you want to twist the enemy's hand-" he gently twists your hand, but not enough to hurt you "-and cross their arm over their neck and pull them closer to your body" he instructs, pressing your back up against his front.

"Next you want to keep a firm grip on their hand and pull as hard as you can on their neck-" he gently puts a grip on your neck with your own arm "-this will make your enemy pass out once you hold it long enough" he says.

He lets you go and you turn to face him "now try it on me" he says as he gets into his stance.

"What I'm n-" you don't even get to say anything until he lets a punch out that goes to your face, with fast reflexes you grab ahold to his hand, twist it and cross it over his neck, bringing his body closer to yours.

"That's it!" He encourages as you go to let him up.

"Wow that happened so fast.." you let out a breath, trying to calm down your beating heart.

"It usually does, but you did good now that can work for anything even if they haven't tried to punch you but if they grab ahold to your hand you can do the same" Johnny informs.

"That was... very fun" You smile.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it" He chuckles.

"Thank you really" You praise.

"Oh it's no problem, anytime" He states.

Once again you feel that same pull once you stare into his eyes, he must feel it to seeing as he was pulling closer to you. Eventually your lips meet and you place your hand on his jaw as he does for your waist.

You both pull away slowly.

"That was...nice" You compliment sweetly.

"Yeah it was" Johnny smiles, until you both hear a bell and the dojo's door open.

"Uh sensei?" A young boy asks walking into the dojo.

"Hey Miguel! This is um Y/n, Miguel this is Y/n" Johnny introduces as he clears his throat a little.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you" You say feeling your cheeks heat up slightly.

"It's nice to meet you" Miguel says with a shy smile as he puts his backpack down on the ground.

"So I'll just go.." You smile awkwardly.

"Yeah okay, I had fun. It was uh that was- okay yup" Johnny stutters.

You smile and send a small wave to the both of them before returning to your car and eventually heading home.

Night soon arose and it just crashed that you needed some groceries, so you decided to head to the mini mall at the strip mall to grab some things.

So that's what you did, on your way out of your car you locked the doors and began walking to the entrance, but before you could someone puts their hand over your mouth and and pulls you into the alleyway behind the mall.

They let you go and you face towards them to see it was your ex boyfriend "what do you want?" Your eyes widen.

"Oh come on don't be like that, I just want you" He goes to put his hand out to you.

"Well I don't want you" You say grabbing his hand and twisting it like Johnny taught you, hearing a crack as you do so.

You were more so worried about getting away from him so you kicked him with his now broken arm still wrapped around his neck causing him to fall.

You take your chance and run back into the eye of the strip mall, you run to where Johnny's dojo is and pray that he was still their as you open the door.

"I'm sorry but we're close-" he starts before seeing it was you.

His eyes widen as he rushes towards you "what happened?" He question worriedly.

"That technique... definitely works" You pant, before taking a deep breath.

"It was my ex" You roll your eyes.

"Where is he?" He goes to walk outside but you stop him.

"I broke his arm" You cringe.

"Ouch... he had it coming" he tilts his head to the side, whilst you nod in agreement.

"Are you okay though?" Johnny questions coming to check you for any bruises or marks.

"I'm great thank you" You thank great-fully.

"For what?" He questions, furrowing his brows.

"The move, as you can see it helped a lot" You chuckle "-and... and the kiss, it was great" you add on.

Johnny smirks slightly "oh yeah? You wanna reply that moment?" He questions playfully.

"I think I do"

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This was requested by @peachymelon69

Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drinking

Cheater?

Your day wasn't going to well, first your car broke down- turns out you got a nail stuck in your tire- which left you late for school, so you had to call someone to help you and luckily your boyfriend Robby knew just the person which happened to be Daniel since he knew about cars.

Then if not to make matters worse some random person ran into you at lunch causing all of the contents to be spilled onto you. Though he apologized immensely it did not help the fact that half the school was laughing at you, plus it was your favorite shirt that got ruined.

Oh you think we're done? Nope not here- then your teacher informed you that you failed your quiz with a 67%. Great isn't it? So you had to retake the quiz and pass or get held back for the school year since summer was only one week away.

Which led to you having to study the whole weekend- well almost. Moon had another one of her party's except this time it was a week summer party which indicated that summer was only a week around the corner.

So you only got about 3-4 hours to study, eh not bad but not good either especially if you wanted to pass the grade and not look like a fool in front of yourself and everyone.

You slipped on your favorite glittery colored dress along with your heels and a light matched jacket to go over the dress. You were picking up Robby from his apartment since it was close to night and he didn't have a car yet.

  The drive didn't take to long before coming in vision with Robby's complex building. Robby was already waiting by the concrete stand, scrolling on his phone.

  Once he sees your car come into view he smiles and slips his phone I his back pocket before rushing up to the door and sliding in, giving you a gently peck that seems to last longer than a second.

  "Hey baby" Robby greets as he closes the door and buckles his seatbelt on.

  "Hi love, are you ready to go?" You question, making sure.

  He nods his head, placing his hand on your knee rubbing gently with the pad of his thumb "i am. You look... beautiful as always" A slight tent of red dusts over his cheeks.

  "Thank you baby, you look handsome as always" You compliment as you start heading to Moons house.

  The car ride consisted of you both blasting your favorite playlists and Robby constantly complimenting you literally after every second.

  A couple minutes later you arrived at Moons house, people already scattered over the back yard with drinks, blaring music, and different colored lights.

  Taking the keys out of the ignition you step out of your car along with Robby, walking hand in hand to the entrance Moon spots you and runs up to you both.

  "Heyyy guys I'm so glad you could make it!" She slurs before going back to her girlfriend, Piper.

  "Well... that didn't last long" Robby jokes sarcastically.

  You smile at his joke as you spot Sam and Miguel, you tug Robby towards their direction "hey guys" You motion as Sam pulls you into a tight hug.

  "Hey Y/n, Robby" Miguel nods his head in acknowledgment, before stuffing his hands in his pockets shyly.

  "Miguel" Robby tilts his head gently, as a greeting.

  "Hey babe, I'll grab us some drinks okay?" Robby whispers in your ear kissing your neck slightly.

  "Uh I'll come to" Miguel agrees as they leave both you and Sam to talk.

  In the course of literally just 3 minutes you and Sam somehow managed to get stone cold drunk- Sam ran off to go find Moon while you started drunkly dancing until someone places their hands on your waist.

  Knowing the feeling of Robby's hands which were currently not the ones on your waist you turn around to see Hawk smirking at you "oh hey Hawk- nice to see you here" You state sarcastically.

  "Just watching you princess" He smirks cockily.

  He drags his hands around your waist more "you know I have a boyfriend right?" You chuckle at his attempts.

  "He doesn't have to know, come on I know you want me princess" He says cockily.

  "Yeah no than-" but before you could get anything else out he places his lips on yours, it took a moment for you to register before you push him off of you.

  "So this is what we're doing now?" Someone's voice rings through your ears, a voice you knew all to well.

  Your eyes widen "I- no Robby this isn't what you think-" You try but Robby just scoffs and walks away.

  "No wait-" You push Hawk off of you before running to Robby as best as you could.

  "Robby stop!" You yell causing him to stop in his tracks.

  "What? What do you want? The one person I trusted- the one person I gave the last little bit of trust to and you do this? So what is it please in lighten me" He says as a couple tears fill his eyes.

  "Robby- I didn't want it- I pushed-" Your voice cracks slightly before he interrupts you.

  "Oh save it... we're over" Robby sniffles as he walks away.

  In the matter of just 3 minutes the love of your life was gone, no where to be seen. Yeah and that's when you realized your day could only get worse, it was the cherry on top.

  You ended up passing out in your car, you couldn't drive anywhere since you were wasted so deciding to wait until morning was the only option you had.

  The next morning you woke up by your alarm clock going off, quickly shutting it off you groan opening your eyes to the blaring sun, just then you felt your head start aching- terribly bad.

  "The cherry on top" You scowl as you remember the events that took place last night.

  It was around 12 so you knew Robby was at his apartment most likely, grabbing a bottle of Advil out of your glove box for emergencies you grab the bottle of water that had been sitting in your car for a couple days and swallowed it with a scowl.

  Cranking up your car you drive to Robby's, the ride was faster than you wanted it to be considering the consequences.

  But none the less you stepped out of the car grabbing a hoodie that you had and slipped it on because of the dress you still had on.

  Walking in the building you take the elevator and wait patiently for it to open to Robby's apartment level.

  Releasing a shaky sigh you step out once the elevator opens, your soon faced with Robby's door. Hesitantly you finally knock, there's some rustling behind the door before it finally opens to reveal a tired looking Robby with puffy cheeks and bags under his eyes.

  His eyes immediately turn sour once he sees you "Robby please let me explain" You start but Robby starts to shut the door before you stop it with your hand.

  "Please" You beg.

  "Fine come in." He says harshly as he allows you to come in, shutting the door behind him.

  "What do you want?" He grits his teeth.

  "Robby I didn't kiss him last night, he kissed me and I pushed him away" You say frantically, not wanting to waist time.

  "It looked like you were enjoying it" He sasses.

  "Come on Robby you know I would never hurt you like that" You whimper, fearing this would be the last time you would be talking to him.

  "I'm afraid I don't, every one else has why won't you?" He scowls, eyes full of bitterness.

  "Because I love you- and you're a huge part of me, why would I want to destroy that?" You exclaim.

  Robby's guard comes down as his arms uncross, "how do I know I can trust you if I don't actually know what happened?" He questions his eyes soften.

  "I guess you'll just have to look into my eyes" You bite your bottom lip.

  After studying your eyes and finding no sort of lies or bad intentions he pulls you into a bone crushing hug "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" He repeats over again.

  You pull away from the hug to place a gently kiss against his before pulling away and resting your forehead against his.

  "Oh and Y/n, I love you too..."

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This was requested!!!!

Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings: Making out, mentions of alcohol, and partying!

Seven Minutes

The blazing music toned down as everyone crossed in a circle, getting ready to play spin the bottle which would then turn into seven minutes of heaven.

  The rules were you spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you go in the closet with for seven minutes, you have permission to do whatever you want while doing so.

  But if you don't want to go in with that person you take two shots of vodka, which was a new rule that hawk added.

"Okay who wants to go first?" Sam who was actually already drunk slurred.

"I’ll go" Hawk smirks grabbing the empty glass beer bottle and spinning it in the middle.

Everyone watches in anticipation as the bottle starts slowing down and soon lands on.... Moon.

Hawks smile fades for a minute as his eyes sadden as he looks over at Moon, after what happened with hawk and Moon he was never the same inside, he was quite broken because he actually really cared about Moon.

Both Moon and Hawk stand up and lead each other in the closet, two minutes later you hear stuff moving around in the closet very.... shall I say vigorously.

Seven minutes later Sam knocks on the door letting them know that seven minutes were up, Hawk was first to stumble out a couple buttons missing from his flannel, heavy breathing and a small hockey forming on his neck.

Some people gasp lightly while some suppress their giggles by covering there hands over their mouths. Soon Moon walks out, messy hair and her shirt all tangled up along with her belt that was a little undone.

They sit back in the circle, still wide eyed as if they hadn’t just been making out in the closet causing you to chuckle internally at their reactions.

"Who’s next?" Mitch slurs.

"I’ll goooo" Sam yells throwing her hand up before grabbing the bottle and spinning it, only to land on Miguel.

Miguel freezes in his spot, before stuttering while Sam rushes over to him and tugs him in the closet, forcing him against the wall and pressing her lips against his before shutting the door with her foot.

Everybody chants and claps for both Miguel and Sam, Seven minutes later Moon knocks on the door and lets them out. Sam stumbles out breathlessly before taking a seat back in the circle and leaving Miguel stunned as he walks out of the closet dazed.

Taking a leap of confidence you go next, grabbing the glass bottle and spinning it. It feels like it’s an eternity and it must have felt like that to others seeing as they started groaning because it wasn’t going fast enough.

Soon the bottle slows down and lands on the one and only.... Robby Keene. Robby was kind of like one of your best friends and also someone you had a crush on too.

Robby offers you a small smile before grabbing your hand gently and leading you into the closet, closing the door behind you blocking all the yells and chants coming from now behind it.

You stand in silence for a couple seconds not knowing what to do, I mean you had the opportunity right in your hands but you didn’t know what to do nor how to act.

"Y/n... I want to confess something to you" Robby says taking your hands in his, guiding you a little bit closer.

"Yes?" You slightly yelp at the closer contact.

"It’s not easy to admit this because there might be a chance you don’t return either but, I have feelings for you" He admits, slowly lowering his voice at the end.

"I- Robby I-..." You couldn’t even get out your sentence before Robby pulls his hands away and covers up his face.

"Oh god what have I done- I knew that was a stupid idea" He shakes his head.

"Robby..." You pulls his hands away from his face and step closer to him "-I have feelings for you to" You say feeling your cheeks redden at finally admitting it.

"Really?" Robby makes sure as his shoulders relax from being tense.

You nod your head reassuring him, slowly it was like your faces were being pushed together because you soon found his lips placed on yours as you pull each other closer into your embrace.

Your arms rest on Robby’s neck as his rest just above your hips, not wanting to go any further in case you got uncomfortable as you pressed his back up against the back wall, nocking over a couple jackets before running your hands through his brown locks.

Your lips move together in a fast rhythm as you tilt your heads the opposite ways, Robby runs his tongue over your bottom lip asking for permission as you slowly open your mouth allowing him to explore your mouth, you doing the same.

Your breathing got heavier along with Robby’s as you started grinding on one another, you disconnect the kiss to pepper small kisses along his neck.

You run kisses back up his neck until you get to his jaw and start connecting your lips with his once again as one of Robby’s hands roam up to your hair tugging your head back gently so your lips were disconnected as he placed kisses down your neck and to your collar-bone.

Soon a knock was heard behind the door as you both pulled away to check yourselves before allowing the person behind the door to open it.

You squint your eyes as the blaring disco lights in the room come into view, everyone starts chanting as you both walk out of the closet noticing your messy hair and flustered state.

Sam runs over to you and grabs your hand pulling you over to where she was sitting "oh my gosh girl you did not!~" She slurs excitedly, as she knew all about your crush.

You blush slightly as a frown comes onto your face “it was only for seven minutes though" You internally chuckle at your reaction.

Her eyes widen "Seven minutes! You guys were in there for 15 minutes!"

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