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[izzyizumi]

Digimon Adventure 02 ~ Japanese Version ~ Episode 40 + 2001 Chosen (+Timeline Notes) / Lore + Daisuke Motomiya + U.S. Chosen Child Michael (& Mimi Tachikawa)

"By the way, what are the other American Chosen like? Are they Chosen from 2001, like you?" - Daisuke

"Some are from 2001, and some aren't. I've met some but not others." - Michael, pleasantly

"I see... I want to meet them soon!" - Daisuke, happily "Yeah!" - Vmon, agreeing cheerfully

"{You'll meet them in a bit.}" - Mimi, cheerily

{Note: In this scene, as it was from the "02" series made in and released around 2000~2001, Daisuke is specifically referring to the team of Chosen Children consisting of characters: Sam {"Phil" in U.S. dub to prevent confusion with "Sam Ichijouji" who was originally named "Osamu";} & Flare Lizamon, Maria and Centalmon, Lou and Tortamon, Steve and Yukidarumon {Frigimon in U.S. Dub}, and Tatum and Airdramon, that appeared within this episode.}

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Katekyō Hitman Reborn! + Ep. #180 ~ Yamamoto & Tsuna {YamaTsuna} / 8027 + Moments & Interactions + Important Dialogues {Anime Ver.} + Character Development Parallels - Tsuna's Character Development{s}

"I put unnecessary 'Pressure' on you without realizing it..." - Tsuna, Initially

{"...I want you to stop."} - Tsuna, Later

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What do they find sexy about you ? 18+ mdni

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Pile 1

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Dayum gworl , you're so self aware lmaaooooo, it's giving IAM SEXY AND I KNOW IT SONG VIBE , This is the pile that host a private victorias secret ramp walk for themselves every night loll! You might wear some really sexy lingerie , decked uo with greatttt hair ! I see lots of libido from both the sides , you like being worshipped damn , you might wear some really good perfume . Your future spouse just wants to merge his body with yours cause you look so damn alluring , you are giving 'Queen of heaven " vibes , the might go gaga over your melons and cherries , they will suck them like a ripe fruit , it'll be like a baby sucking desperately in their mums buds ! You are the prize gosh you're SO SEXY ! Some bondage or blindfold might be involved , you guyssss loveeeeeee foreplay ! Your spouse will never get enough of you, you somehow always manage to make their buddy erect , also omg your man will grunt and moan alot as you do the deed , they'll grip your dips tightly while leaving love bites and marks all over you, you'll whimper under their touch ! I see you having many orgasms , and the look you have while having orgasms turns on your man for a second round ! Your man will know how to do foreplay and turn you on, the type of man who'll worship the ground you walk on ! There might also be oral sex involved , your man might also be mighty bulky with beard , and you're a damsel in distress with a small frame compared to them ! Some kind of kink there ahhahaah!

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Pile 2

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I'm seeing a DEEP attraction between you and your future spouse. They're like sooo drawn to your SPONTANEOUS nature, your ability to light up the room with your presence and aura. Your warmth and energy are like a MAGNET, pulling them in and making them feel alive.You might be a virgin or atleats less experienced than them ! It's giving *i am gonna be your first and last one *They loveeee your personality, they look at you like a baby with sparkly personality that's got them hooked. They're als attracted to your INTELLIGENCE, your creativity, and your passions. They admire your strength, your resilience, and your leadership qualities. You're a TRUE BOSS, and they can't get enough of that.And let's talk about the chemistry between you two. It's like the universe itself is conspiring to bring you together. They feel a deep sense of trululu lmao and destiny when they're with you, like they've finally found their missing piece.Theyre gonna to be the one to initiate the deed , the type of guy who might like the thrill of teasing a girl who isn't often teased , you might get shy or freeze when they initiate proximity, they might like the view from behind 😉, when you bend or are doing house chores . If you're a working woman, you being focused and ignorant will piss them off! They'll do anything and everything to gain your attention. You might have a greatttttttt cleavage and lips, your eyes maybe very doe types , like an invitation for your spouse to *ahem ahem *. They love it when you're unaware about how hot you look ! It's like you're not being braggy about it . They'll like to hold and grab your waist time to time , in bed they live when you ride them, they're gonna be so intense ,gosh don't get me started , you get them possessed during the deed , your body and eyes make them go gaga , they love it when they make you loose control . The way your lips part , the shivers during orgasm , your eyebrows cocked, eyes half closed rolling back wanting to stop yet asking for more ! Gosh it's like badboy x innocent girl trope !

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Pile 3

Pile 3 : they find your silhouette sexy . They like your named body specially in the night light or like fairy lights . They find it sexy when you do some chores or work in body hugging tight dresses or suits . They may also find your love handles sexy like their hands will perfectly fit on your love handles. They find your open hairs sexy . They may also find you sexy when you act like hard to catch bird or when you get mad at them they gonna find it sexy . They gonna find it sexy when your cum flows out or just when your salivas mix with eachothers . They ofcourse gonna find sexual connection find you super attractive . They may also find it sexy when you let the intimacy build between eachother . They may also find sext when you let them dominate probably they have capricorn placements. Also this connection isn't just physical sexual intimacy it's far more stronger than that a soul level deep connection guided by divine.

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Pile 4

Pile 4 : I feel they find your curves sexy like the way you sit on couch the pillow position that makes you comfortable in while sitting. They may like to notice small details about you . They over all find your physical beauty sexy your hairs , your lips and lipstick on it , your eyes , your eyelashes. They're so in love with your beauty . They also find your dressing sense sexy . Like how your body fits perfect in the dresses you wear and how they make your curves highlight. They find your introvertness sexy . They find it sexy when you speak less and act like a old monk . They find it sexy when you act like old soul. You could be probably a old school typa lover or they could be like that too . They find it sexy when you give them advices on their important matters . They like to add your 2 cents too . They may also find it sexy when you're all covered up in those furry hooded dresses or like bear dresses thingy . They also find your dense nature sexy . They may also find it sexy when you get cold like it's their chance to make love or just cuddle with you .

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More Hybrid!Poly TF141 x Reader pleaaasseeeee? 🥹

(ps, love your writing!)

OwlHybrid!Poly TF141 X Reader

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Thank you for reading. You're all so sweet for the support! I'm negl. I didn't expect people to read it, haha. I'm so shocked by the love.

Thankyou @bina-passion-fruit for the morning after idea! See her reblog of the first part for the gist. And please feel free to send in scenarios you could see these birbs end up in!

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The next day IS tense. The atmosphere has never been this suffocating.

Not in their own home.

Gaz sits curled up in Johnny's frame at the breakfast nook, head resting on the older mans shoulder, a deep frown setting into his face. His eyes are crusted a little, nose still deep red and cheeks puffy. He looks thoroughly exhausted, like he hasn't slept.

They all do.

Johnny has a cuppa sitting untouched. It's luke warm by now, but he can't bring himself to drink it. Face mirroring Gaz's, glaring down at the coffee like it has personally offended him. Every couple minutes, he huffs deeply, eyes darting away from the cup to glance around as if in thought, but he inevitably ends up gazing lost into his cup again.

Price and Simon are at the stove and counter. Quietly discussing things that need to be done for the day. There's lulls of silence in their convos, moments where their minds wander to the dove sleeping down the hall. Price feels guilt eating him alive. He's hunched a bit, chin tucked down in a clear sign of forlorn. Simon continues to run a hand up his spine soothingly, pressing closer to offer as much comfort as he can. But he can't deny the stabs of agony he, himself, feels.

It's raw. It sucks.

And Simon feels so fucking lost in this moment. He wants to gather all his mates in his arms (even you) and shush, coo, and coddle until there's nothing but purrs, chirps, and preened content lovers piled into a nest. He wants to scent you and rub you in their things to let you know you're safe and cared for now. He sees the trauma, the fear when Johnny reached for you. The self soothing you do by rubbing your arms.

He sees you. And in doing so, he sees himself. A scared fledgling unsure of the world, burned and bitten, spat upon by those who swore to love them.

Someone hurt you.

Tore at your feathers until you were too scared to take flight. And if Ghost ever gets a name he'd tear the motherfuckers wings from their spine.

The pitter patter of footsteps approaching the kitchen lifted them from their haze, four pairs of eyes snapping to you as you sleepily shuffled in. You wore a simple oversized t shirt and sweatpants to bed, hair rumpled from sleep, eyes and cheeks red and puffy from sleep. They can see the tear streaks dried from last night and it breaks their heart all over again.

Price makes the first move, taking a small step towards you with a plate held out. Buttered toast, sizzling eggs, and red srawberries sit on top.

"G'mornin' sweetheart, hope you slept well. 'Ve cooked some breakfast. There's coffee in the pot. Help yourself." Soft eyes gaze down at you. He's hunched inwards a little, head tilted down and the sweetest smile gracing his face. You feel very flustered, keenly aware of the 3 other sets of eyes intently watching.

Taking a deep breath, you offer a half smile, grasping the plate with slightly shaky hands.

"Uhm..t-thankyou, sir"

"John."

Wide doe eyes peer up at him, shock clear on your face. He feels his lips quirk at the sight.

"My mates call me John. Not sir. We're equal here, okay? You call me by my name." When his hand reaches out, you don't swat it away this time, only watching in marvel as he tucks hair behind your ears, crows feet aligning his kind eyes.

Taking a shaky breath, a soft, geniune smile spreads across your face, eyes darting to your feet and back up as you turn to the table. Johnny and Gaz are staring right at you, wings perked up. Gaz is quickest to his feet, pulling out a chair, a handsome grin settling on face. Pretty boy, you muse to yourself. Sitting down with a grateful smile and a hushed thankyou.

A hand reaches past your shoulder, jarring and unexpected. You whip your head up to see Simon offering a placate smile down at you, other palm face up to soothe. You tilt your head owlishly, blinking at him. It causes the older mans lips to quirk up on one side, brown eyes softening as he gazes down at you. He nods his head towards the table, and upon looking back to your plate, you realize he sat down a fork...oh.

Tears welled in your eyes, and a sniffle broke through. Simon's eyes widened a fraction, quickly backing away with both his hands raised, palm up.

"'M sorry luvie, didn't mean t'startle you."

It was sincere, filled with guilt. A small sob breaks past your lips. Johnny whines high in his throat, reaching out for your hand across the table, only to stop short, unsure if you'd appreciate the contact. His lips are once again pulled down, eyes saddened.

"Bonnie?..." Murmured so quietly into the air, the boys hold their breath, pulling their wings in to appear smaller. You wipe at your face again, sniffling, eyes glossy and cheeks rosy. And when you finally lifted your head, the last thing they expected was to see the brightest grin painted across your face, pure happiness shining, tear streaks lined with joy.

"No one's ever been so kind to me...thankyou. All of you."

Oh, dove, you haven't seen anything yet.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

hello oml i luv ur writing, i’m feeling kind of angsty tonight so i wanted to request a monster trio and fem reader where they get caught cheating and then like beg for her (love when men beg!) but the reader doesn’t take them back >:0

it's the way i know these men will never cheat so i had such a hard fucking time writing this out (hence its trash) but ask and it shall be delivered (can you tell im a people pkeaser? yes or yes?)

also, so sorry it took me forever to write this out!!!

"i wish i never met you" ft. the monster trio!

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

set-up: angst, thats it thankyou (thanks to anon for the idea!!)

warnings: i tried writing angst (and miserably failed), 'nuff said; also loads and loads of cursing im sorry (also couldn't write anything for sanji im so sorry)

luffy:

- "luffy?" your voice comes out as a meek whisper, blending into the night air as you see your boyfriend kissing another woman's neck in the middle of the bar - to be fair, you were on a break. you had asked him for some space but that was less than 24 hours ago and now you saw the captain of your crew entertaining a woman in his lap - "yn?" his eyes dart over to you and there's heavy guilt in his voice but you're turning away, walking away from the man you had come to win back he's running after you, his hands outstretched to catch you in your stride - "yn" he says again as he turns you to face him - a faint humming and thumping ran rampant against your cranium, visioning blurring, throat constricting till every breath felt like concrete against your burning chest - he looked guilty. the usually happy-go-lucky man seemed as though he was about to fall apart. his eyes were wide, laced with vague uncertainty and fear; his voice trembled, words faltering at the tip of his tongue as if a cursed melody - "i cannot believe you, luffy" your voice kissed your ears in a tremble as you're surprised that you can still speak, "fuck, i mean i thought you fucking loved me?" "it's not what- i do. i do, i love you." he sucks in a breath, eyes closing with great strain, "yn, its not. it's ussop, he suggested-" - ussop "suggested"???? "are you for real?" you scoff and feel the soft tears cascade down your cheeks, "ussop said shit and you decided to go fuck some random fucking woman?" - you're turning your back at him again but he pulls you towards him till your face is against his chest and his fingers interweave with your hair; you shouldn't like this. you shouldn't relish in his familiar warmth and smell and you shouldn't want to hug him when he presses a chaste kiss against your temple. you shouldn't listen to him when he says "trust me, i love you so much please" - he cheated on you, godfuckingdammit. - and he saw no problems with it till you showed up and caught him in his little fucking act. - he doesn't get to cheat on you a day after you guys went on break and then fucking have the audacity to hold you close to him as if the blood wasn't on his hands, as if he wasn't the one ruining it all. - as if he wasn't the one planning to fuck a woman tonight and return to your warm embrace tomorrow as if it never happened. - "let me go" your voice was eerily calm against his futile apologies "what? yn, no, it was a kiss i promise just one fucking ki-" "luffy, let go." - so he did - your vision blurred, your breath hitched and you walked away. you walked away from arms that had been your home on cold mornings, from eyes that traced over your face with love, from that faint smell of coconuts and a bright smile. - how can you be homesick when he was the one who wrecked it all? - but he let you go, so, you walked away.

zoro:

- somehow, you saw it all play out and now here you were, looking like the fool - fuck, how naïve were you? didn't you notice it when his touches became faint, his hands only finding yours if he had to fuck out some frustrations; his smiles became a rare occurrence. didn't you notice when he relied more on a bottle of sake than you? so fucking naïve. - you couldn't stand this party. all your friends were busy mingling with the other pirate fleet and your boyfriend had disappeared an hour into this stupid event (maybe he was passed out somewhere after drinking too much), so what were you to do except escaping into your room and spending the night away all alone? - but you could hear moaning from outside the door, faint screeches and curses. but most importantly, you could hear your own boyfriend's voice repeating the same phrases so sacred to you - opening the door with the key you had, you walked into the scene - the blood rushed into your ear and suddenly every little jolt of the sunny made you feel like you would throw up. the world swayed under your feet as you took in the tangle of limbs that lay in front of you - "zo? zoro?" "yn- fuck, what the fuck" he was frozen, the other woman covering herself in your sheets, snuggling against your boyfriend in your room. - you were gonna be fucking sick. - "yn, what are you- doing here, i-" his voice trembled, eyes darting between you and the floor, avoiding your scorching gaze. - "are you fucking kidding me?" to your surprise, a small laugh escaped you despite the shock and the dew clinging onto your lashline. you repeated, as if unaware you had already spoken once, "you have to be fuckin' kidding me, fucking christ zoro." "i can expain, ple-" he got off the bed, putting on his pants and the other woman used the opportunity to pick up her dress and slip out "explain? explain to me how you fucked that woman?" you seethed, the words lingering on your tongue like a bitter aftertaste. - his hands over his eyes, he paced around, "yn just lis-" "no fucking go ahead." the tear streaks glided past your cheek, burning as they dripped off your chin and onto the hardware flooring, "explain to me how you fucked her, did you do it the same way you fuck me? was it good? did she-" - his tone shifted, as if resentment deep within boiled to the surface, "why do you fucking care now? huh?" "why dO I CARE? ZORO CAN YOU HEAR YOURSELF? YOU FUCKED ANOTHER WOMAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND-" "AND WHAT?" his voice softened when you flinched at the sudden high tone, "and fucking what yn? i've been nothing but fucking miserable and you could barely notice" "I DID NOTICE. I DID FUCKING NOTICE AND WH-what- i tried everything. i tried to make you happy but you being miserable was enough reason for you to ch- fucking cheat on me?" your voice trembled, tears pouring down and chest heaving. - as if the gravity of the situation weighed in on his all at once, his face contorted till all he could display was sheer, stark guilt "i- fuck" he took a step towards you, arm outstretched as if to pull you towards him - but you took a step back - "yn" he whispered, "i dont know why i- fuck, why did i fucking do that? im sorry, listen to me im sorry-" "you're sorry?" you scoffed, "take that sorry and shove it up your fucking ass" - with that, you were gone. finding yourself back at the party, gulping down pint after pint of booze till you woke up with a hammering headache and a pair of foreign arms wrapped around your torso - and when you turned to look at it, you missed the familiar green locks of hair - but fuck roronoa zoro, right?

sanji:

- im so so so so so sorry but i cannot write anything for this man. if he's with you, he's down bad.

[zainnaprollyloveslevi]

"The Limit Part 2"

Mammon X MC

Summary: This is a continuation of my first Mammon fic. Before jumping into this one, please read part one first. Thankyou.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. IF YOU DO CHOOSE TO CONTINUE DESPITE THE WARNINGS THEN THAT IS YOUR CHOICE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Dom!Mammon X nonbinary MC, Oral (Reader receiving), No protection but no creaming inside (if he aint got no condom, don't let the mf top em), Mammon won't shut UP. Lowkey kind of rushed, not proofread.

Word count: 1.4k

Extra: This is my first time writing actual smut. I’m sorry this took so long to make huhuhu. A LOT of things happened in just a span of a month. I TRIED MY BEST I’M SORRY.

Minors DNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

“I love you, MC, but I’m sorry…”

“...I’m at my limit.”

Mammon, the demon gripping you so sweetly as if you could flow out of his grip like viscous honey, has lost his wits end. Wet, desperate kisses planted themselves on your lips as he undid the buttons of your shirt with one hand. He pushes you further against the wall in an attempt to get closer to you, to merge your shared warmth until it was hot enough to set this room on fire. You can hear his shaky breaths, his hips having a mind of its own as he thrusts against your upper thigh despite the clothes getting in the way. Your vision blurs, you might as well close your eyes. He lets out one final huff before leaning back to look at you. He smiles, a smile you have never seen from him before. It’s like he’s teasing you. He speaks, his voice sultry and desperate.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, MC.”

Mammon takes off his top, throwing it to the side. His eyes never left yours, he needed to see every single reaction you gave him. For now, he likes what he’s seeing. He leans closer, gripping the ends of your blouse and takes them off of your body. You’re cold. He can sense this, he chuckles.

“Cold? Want me to help?”

He places a palm on your hip, sliding it down to feel your skin. You felt your breath hitch.

“Mammon-!”

He pulls you into him, cutting you off.

“C’mon, treasure. You told me I could have it. You can’t leave me hangin’ like this.”

His hand rests on your back, he slides it down just enough to tuck the tip of his middle finger under the bands of your pants. His chin rests upon your shoulder, you can’t see his reaction. However, it doesn’t take a genius to know what kind of expression he has on.

“I wasn't trying to stop you…”

You bury your face into his chest, in this position, you can hear his heart racing.

“...Just wanted to let you know that I’ve been waiting, wanting this too.”

For a moment, you swore you heard him gasp or at least choke. He then pushes you onto the bed by your shoulders. Here you are, back against the sheets as he hovers on top of you, one hand on the zipper of his pants. He looks desperate, frantic, he looks like he’s so close to losing it if he hadn’t lost it already a while ago.

“Fuck, MC, don’t fucking tease me like that.”

You heard him unzip his pants, he leaned down closer, close enough to kiss your neck. He whispers,

“I’m going to get re-aquainted with this fuckin’ body. Head to toe, you’re mine.”

He bites down onto your skin, going lower and lower each time.

“This body’s gunna get used to me, memorize the hell out of me. I’ll fuck it so good it’ll never forget me.”

He then looks up at you, his head in the middle of your chest.

“This goes for you too.”

He then dragged his hand down from the side of your hips to your pants, pulling them down and off of you gently but oh so desperately.

“I’ll ask ya again, okay?”

He kisses the skin right above your sensitive parts but below your belly button. He keeps his gaze locked into yours.

“Can I have it?”

You didn't realize it until now, but you felt yourself growing weaker and weaker. You nod, just trying to get him to do something already.

“Yes! Yes, Mammon! Stop asking!”

He scoffs, “And here I was, tryna be polite.”

He kisses your skin, lower and lower. Instinctively, you tried to squeeze your thighs together, he stopped you. His fingers dug themselves in the fat of your thighs, he glared at you.

“I thought I told ya to stop fucking teasing me.”

Without another word, without another response, he kisses your sensitive spot. You hitch, squeezing your eyes tight. He continues to kiss, lick, suck, anything that makes you feel so good you start to shiver. His hold on your thighs never falters, if anything, they grew stronger. He mumbles as he quite literally has you in his mouth, on his taste buds. His voice was breathy and desperate.

“Feels good, yeah? Gunna makes a mess on my tongue?”

You wish he would just shut the hell up. You reached down to grab him by his hair. He chuckles.

“C’mon, I know you can.”

He continues on, making you squeeze whatever strands of hair you were able to grab on his head. The pain doesn’t bother him in the slightest. He lets go of your thighs just to feel them squeeze around him, he’s smug about it.

“Go on, make a mess. We ain’t the ones cleanin’ this up. These aint our sheets.”

You’re so close to your limit.

“Oh fuck, Mammon!”

“Dun worry, treasure. I promise you will. I just need ya to cream on my face.”

You instinctively squeezed your thighs even harder, cumming right onto his face. He chuckles, getting out of his spot in between your legs to let you catch your breath. You don’t know what he did afterwards, he probably wiped his face, who knows. He then sat beside you, looking down at you.

“Are you alright? Still wanna keep going?”

He asks you. You're still trying to catch your breath and he’s over here asking questions.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. I’m just checking up on ya.”

He wipes the sweat off of your forehead, he smiles.

“Well, at least you ain’t cold anymore.”

Mammon gets off of the bed, re-positioning himself in between your legs. This time, he has your legs over his shoulder as he looks down at you. He smiles.

“You look so damn pretty.”

His pants were still on, his zipper was pulled all the way down as well as his boxers to give way to his hardened sex. He huffs, blush adorning his face.

“Gunna fuck you so fuckin’ good now.”

He slowly enters you, nice and slow.

“Yer gunna accept me, right? Let me pound into ya like there's no tomorrow?”

With the head of his cock fully inside of you, he slowly sinks his shaft into you. You let out a noise. This does not go unnoticed by him.

“Yeah you will. Of course you will.”

He then pulls himself out of you only to thrust back in with ample force and speed that makes your legs shake, he keeps talking.

“Yer my human, after all. Mine, all fucking mine.”

He pounds into you like no tomorrow. You don’t understand how he can thrust this fast and this deep, he’s making your head spin.

“Fuck– I might finish a lil’ early tonight.”

He leans forward, pounding in deeper with more force. His eyes never left yours, as if he was trying to burn this image of you beneath him, getting ravaged by him, in his retinas. For a long while, the only noise that you could hear was the noise you were making, his pants and moans, and the sound of skin pounding into skin. You’re dizzy, all of your thoughts are merging into one goop. You felt your back arch a little to accommodate him. He keeps his hand on the lower portion of your legs. He finds it in himself to speak again. However, his words have been reduced to burbles.

“I- fuck- I can’t. ‘m gunna cum…”

He goes faster, not that you thought that it was possible. The noises grew louder as he practically slammed himself inside of you.

“I fuckin’ love ya. Gunna marry ya one day. Gunna make sure we’re never apart.”

He adjusts his grip on your legs before going at it once more.

“So I won't have to miss ya, so that I won't have to wait months to see ya again.”

He keeps stuttering, he’s close.

“B-by then… we’ll be together… always, every single fucking day-! I can finally kiss ya everyday, finally hug ya, finally fuck ya! J-just wait!”

He lets out a groan before pulling out of you, evidence of his arousal spilling onto your stomach. The both of you huff, looking into the eyes of one another. He doesn’t say another word. He just gently removed your legs from his shoulders and laid down next to you. His breath was still ragged.

“I love you, MC. Please, never leave my side.”

[factual-fantasy]

27 Asks! Thank you! :}} 💞

@peaspods

I might not be understanding, but I'm imagining this as people opening up commissions so people can give them money and they can turn around and donate that money to me..

I fear that this would create the opportunity to scam people.. "I'm taking commissions on behalf of Factual Fantasy! They're very sick so please commission me!" only for them to run away with the money they make..

I've been thinking a lot about setting up some kind of commission/donation thing because I'm starting to kind'a need the money.. but idk, I'm just kind'a run down and need some time to keep thinking about it. Thank you very much though <:)))

@zecromgen5

Thank you very much! :) And I've been hanging in there.. there hasn't been much improvement to my health or my mental state. The fact that in April it will officially been over a year since my health started to decline, and the fact that I'm going to spend my birthday at home collapsed on the couch has made me feel very sad <:( But I'm doing my best to work on it.. I'm hoping this new advice from my doctor helps me feel better <:)

And something good HAS happened actually, I got my tablet/FireAlpaca to work again! :))

XDD SJKFJSH AWW! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD

I've only seen a bit of it from Markiplier. So far I'm 50/50. Somethings I like and others I don't care for 😅

@neo-metalscottic

Thank you so much! :D 'm glad you've liked my recent artwork!! :}}}}

Also for Homes eyes, that was just meant to represent its oppressive presence and the fact that its watching them in that moment.. 👁️👁️

And I don't have any plans for any of the neighbors or Wally to figure out the house is alive. My AU is more like "a day in the life of" thing. Having someone discover Home is alive would move the plot forward. Which I don't feel like doing <XDD

Now communication... Home understands the concept, but he has no way of communicating other than creaking the floorboards and slamming doors..

I've heard about the well. That could work for Cliffjumper and Breakdown maybe.. and the twins perhaps.? But wouldn't they have to have Tailgates body in order to revive him? Hmmm.. idk actually,,

I've watched the bayverse movies, most of Prime and a few other things here and there. I didn't mind the bayverse movies that much, but I can see why a lot of people don't like them <XD

I just imaging trying to consume more than one Transformers media would be a lot to take on.. and I also don't like the animation styles of most other transformers shows 😅

(That's actually how I decided to watch Prime. I took a look at all the shows and went "this one looks ugly, this one looks ugly,, this one looks REALLY ugly.. Oh, this one doesn't look half bad. TFP it is then!")

@acreaturecalledkyfa

I've watched Markipliers first video on it. So far I'm not sure how I feel about those two 😅

The way I immediately opened YouTube and went looking for it XDD

@fandomcenteral (Link in ask)

Thank you so much! :DD This will come in handy!

@mason-gaylord

Aw! Thank you so much!! 🥰🥰

@im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you

Jangles would be a helicopter probably, Gerald would be a tank, Cici would be a Miata and Bibi would be a slightly raised up Miata XDD

Aw, I'm honored that you miss them <:}} Though I don't know if I'll draw them anytime soon.. I'm really not into inserted OCs anymore <:(

I'm waiting on Markiplier to release more videos on it <XD

@fadlingartisanfreakwinner

I like to imagine that Pokémon can learn dozens of moves. But 4 is the limit for official Pokémon battles. So any wild Pokémon in my comics can use/learn as many as they want :0

And yeah, they had that chat eventually. I just never got around to drawing it 😅

@wolfie-777

Nah nah its just iced tea XDDD

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:DDD Thank you so much!! :}}}}

AAAA THANKYOU SO MCUHH!! :DDDD

@nuggybee

Yeahh,, Sky has its ups and downs. I'm currently in one of its downs. It seems like I'm let down by everything they're releasing 😓

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I feel like I've never seen a rabbit that color... its so cute 😭💞💞💞

@heaventhehedgi3

That sounds like me! Though I don't draw Octonauts anymore 😅

I'll keep it in mind! :0

🥹🥹🥹Aw... that's so sweet! Thank you so much!! 😭💞💞

@captain-skyler1987

You made an account just to follow me? :DD Aw that's so sweet! :) Thank you!

Also I'm sorry to hear you got the flu :(( I hope you're better by now!

I also have not played Dandy's world 😅

@stargirldrawsx3

The first thing that came to mind was very anxious all the time 😅

@network-warrior-01

Ah, that was an April fools post. <XD There is no drawing

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 19

Blood Trail - Abandoned Cabin - One way Out - "Is there anybody alive out there?" (Bruce Springsteen, Radio Nowhere)

Alternative: Shivering

Whumper could smell breakfast cooking as they made their way into the kitchen.

Whumpee huddled close to the gas stove as they flipped the eggs.

Whumper studied them for a few seconds before Whumpee looked at them.

"Please tell me you're not sick", Whumper sighed, knowing they had just gotten over a cold last week.

"I don't think so... just really cold", Whumper held their hand close to the flame, "I hope you're okay with a hot breakfast."

"Sounds good to me", Whumper nodded.

Whumper was handed a cup of coffee.

"Let me feel your hands again", Whumper frowned when they felt Whumpee's knuckle brush against them.

"You're ice cold", Whumper squeezed Whumpee's hand.

Whumpee shivered a little, "yes Master, I know."

"Go ahead and get some warmer clothes on" Whumper looked over them, "no wonder your cold, walking around in a short sleeve shirt and shorts. You're not even wearing socks."

Whumpee nodded. They didn't want to tell Whumper that they had already checked earlier. They didn't have anything.

After breakfast was served, Whumpee went up to the closet that Whumper set aside for them to stay in. The house was a one bedroom, so that was the best Whumper could do.

"It's a walk-in, so you should have plenty of space, and a mattress fits in here", Whumper sighed when they explained the situation to their newly kidnapped slave, "I figure you would like a little privacy."

Whumpee thought back to those early days. They didn't fight to get away from their kidnapper. They were a little too scared to be defiant. Whumper was fairly kind to them. The rules were easy to follow, and punishments were possible but rarely came.

"Taking a long time to find warmer clothing", Whumper leaned into the closet and saw Whumpee pulling things out of the tote their clothes were stored in.

"I uhm, don't have any.... warmer... clothes", Whumpee looked up at them nervously.

Whumper frowned, "you don't?"

"No Master, I think they were thrown away.", Whumpee looked longingly at their blanket, "I have a hoodie", Whumpee held up the item.

"That will not keep you warm though", Whumper looked at it and saw the holes, "I think I remember throwing away some things this past summer because of how old they were. I guess you are getting some new clothes."

"Wait really?", Whumpee looked at them questioningly.

Whumper nodded, "after breakfast we'll go through and see what else you need. Do you at least have socks?"

"I do, but a lot of them have holes", Whumpee lifted their feet to show.

"I have a feeling this will be an expensive trip", Whumper frowned at the holes on the bottom of Whumpee's feet, "I guess that's what I get for keeping you here. You deserve some new clothes though."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee smiled weakly.

Whumpee followed Whumper around the clothing section.

Whumper read through their list.

"You needed everything.... even underwear", Whumper frowned, "I can't believe I've been so neglectful of you while you've done so good to take care of me."

Whumpee felt a little overwhelmed at the selections. They held on tightly to the cart.

"We will, of course, get the essentials. If you see something you like, we can get a few pieces you pick", Whumper continued without noticing Whumpee.

Whumpee took a deep breath before nodding.

"You doing alright?", Whumper noticed the silence finally.

"There is a lot here. Lots of colors and people", Whumpee whispered.

"I'm sorry, you haven't been out for a while. It's probably a bit overwhelming", Whumper led them to a corner, "let's start here. You can get acclimated in a smaller space. When you feel comfortable we can move on."

Whumpee nodded again.

A few things were now in the cart... all picked by Whumper.

"Are you going to pick anything out", Whumper eyed Whumpee as they went to another part of the clothing department.

"I picked out the pants" Whumpee whispered.

"You picked the color. I already knew you wanted the black pair, but I was trying to get you to answer", Whumper looked at a sweater for themself.

"I'm sorry, I forgot how busy stores were", Whumpee fidgetted with their fingers.

Whumper nodded, "I guess you need to get out more."

Whumper led Whumpee to a section of the store for groceries. They wanted to give Whumpee a little break from the clothes.

Whumpee stumbled a little beside the cart when they stared at something for too long.

"Careful Whumpee", Whumper grinned at some passer bys.

"Sorry", Whumpee sighed.

Whumpee glanced back a few times before they rounded a corner.

Whumpee was a little more helpful in the groceries. Dinners were planned so Whumpee could grab the ingredients needed.

Whumper led them back to the clothes after a few snacks were grabbed.

They walked past the spot Whumpee had been staring at earlier.

Whumper saw it this time. Whumpee had a small grin on their face.

"You see something you like", Whumper chuckled, "finally."

"No Master", Whumpee shook their head nervously.

Whumper looked around, "Shh, don't call me that here", they whispered. "I know that face. You made the same one when I said you could get your chips. What did you see?"

Whumpee blushed.

"Come on, show me", Whumper pressed.

Whumpee turned and awkwardly shuffled back to what they were looking at.

Whumper followed curiously.

Whumpee looked down and pointed at a rack full of slippers.

"Oh, you want some slippers. That's fine. Which ones?", Whumper smiled.

"Uhm, these ones... mas... uh", Whumpee looked at them nervously.

Whumper took a closer look at what Whumpee was embarrassed about. A giant smirk now on their face.

"Oh, I see", Whumper chuckled.

Whumpee had chosen slippers that looked like bear paws. Complete with leathery claws.

"Yes, those will be cute. This is the only thing you've actually picked out today for clothes, so that tells me that you really like them", Whumper took one from the hook, "you can get them."

"Really?", Whumpee looked at them questioningly.

"Yes", Whumper nodded, "let's find your size."

Whumper laughed when they glanced over at Whumpee as they drove home.

Whumpee sat in the passenger seat and cuddled the bag that held the slippers.

Whumpee looked at Whumper nervously.

"You're okay, just being adorable", Whumper grinned.

"Thankyou for the slippers master... I'm really excited to wear them", Whumpee smiled.

Whumper nodded, "we're almost home, so you won't have to wait much longer."

Whumper had a few tasks to do before dinner, so Whumpee went through the clothes on their own and was in the middle of washing the laundry.

Whumper peaked into the laundry room and watched Whumpee as they clicked their slippers together excitedly.

They turned and nervously backed away when they saw Whumper.

"Sorry Master, just doing my chores. I got a little sidetracked", Whumpee whispered, "I really like these."

"I'm glad you are enjoying them. You are washing everything now?", Whumper looked past Whumpee at a pile.

"Yes Master, I decided to do all of the laundry so it would get done", Whumpee sighed, "you shouldn't have bought all of these things for me though. I didn't deserve it all. Even... even these slippers master. I shouldn't have shown a want like that."

"Whumpee", Whumper straightened, "you do a lot around here. You put up with a lot around here too. Since when have I said anything against you having wants and desires", Whumper stepped closer to Whumpee, "you wanted the slippers right? They make you happy?"

"Y-yes master", Whumpee nodded.

"Are they keeping you warm? This morning I found huddled against the stove to get warm. You did indeed need these warmer clothes. You might be my slave, but I do want to take care of you."

Whumpee quickly wiped away a tear, "thankyou master."

"You're welcome", Whumper grinned, "alright I'm in my bedroom if you need me", Whumper started to leave, "I want to see you wearing your new clothes once they're washed as well."

"Yes master", Whumpee smiled and looked down at their slippers again.

They giggled as they wiggled their toes, causing the slippers to wiggle.

"So comfy", Whumpee whispered.

P.s. I do actually have a pair of these slippers. Best things I've bought.

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[yorobix]

Sweetie-Pie

Phillip Graves x Baker!Reader x Russell Adler

Chapter 3: Tension in the patisserie

You weren’t aware of the exchange which happened just outside your window. The beginning of a feud between two men who wanted your love. ‘Rivals’ in other words.

Every day without fail they stopped by your bakery; ordering whatever you said was made by yourself or what you recommended. It was nice being wanted; being appreciated. A week past.

This morning you did pick up on some tension as you were walking to open up front. Surprised to see both the men were up early and waiting outside your shop; the tall one with the dark glasses and the strange scar in the centre of his face and the other man who had a mark on his cheek which followed through to his ear. You opened the door hesitantly, they both looked like they were irritated; watching them stand there, smoking. As they heard the door open they dropped their cigarette’s in sync with one another. Cursing the butt on the floor.

You clear your throat. “Uhm, we’re opening soon and it’s pretty cold outside, would you both like to come in? I have the fire on.” They exchange glances at one another; or well, you thought so. The one with the shades was rather hard to read. “That would be greatly appreciated, doll.” Said the man with the chipped ear, smirking excessively as he pushed past the other man— both of them bumping shoulders rather harshly; making you jump. “It’s alright, I can’t exactly serve you both until we are allowed to open the kitchen at around 8 but I can get you both started on drinks if you’d like?” You offer as you close the door over once they each take a seat on the opposite tables beside the fireplace. You note the way they both avoid eye contact with one another; making you the common denominator. Their eyes tracing your face, body, the way they gawk at your actions and how they both perk up as you speak.

“A coffe, please darlin’.” The man takes off his shades; rubbing his eyes and temples. You provide a warm smile and nod as you take note of the order in your trusty notepad. “And, you..?” You ask. “Call me Phillip, baby. An’ I’ll have your famous banana milkshake, don’t hold back on the whip cream, now.” He winks, chuckling to himself. The man across from grasped his shades in his hand; teeming with rage as he notices the way he tries to woo you, already on first name basis. You gulp as you try to hide the blush that crept onto your face as he attempts swooning you. It was working.

“I’ll go and make them now, thanks.” You reply, going up to their tables and collecting the drink menu’s, approaching Phillip’s to gather the menu you notice how he places his hand on your lower back as you lean across. Making you crookedly smile; trying to hide it by faking a small cough. As you go over to the man with the shades you notice how he stares at your hands. Picking up the menu before you could and handing it to you. “Oh, thankyou…Uhm…sorry- I don’t know your name..” You awkwardly state. He gulps softly; cracking a small grin. “S’Russell, pretty. Russell Adler.” You smile fondly. “Well, thanks..Mr Adler.” You weren’t sure how he’d like to be addressed so you played it safe. Taking the menus through to the back. Taking a small breather— they were rather tense to be around, as if there was some sort of silent argument taking place between them. You also couldn’t help the fact that another reason you were slightly nervous was because of how kind they were to you. Always retorting some sort of affirmation. A cheerful grin, small gestures like nodding their heads and stubbing out their cigarettes before approaching you. It made your heart beat spike like crazy with desire; the want need for love.

You made your way through with their drinks; setting the milkshake in font of ‘Phillip’ to which he enthusiastically took a sip from and presenting a $20 bill. “S’delicious, but I can’t have my favourite sweet missin’ out on a well deserved treat.” You shake your head. “Oh no— I couldn’t possibly accept that!” Well you could, but it wouldn’t be ethical. “Nah, please, take it babes, I’ve got plenty to spare.” You heard Russell clearing his throat behind you, tapping his finger against the table surface where his coffee SHOULD be. You catch on and make your way over with his coffee mug— your face embarrassingly red. “M’sorry— Mr Alder..” You mumble out as you bend over to place down his scorching coffee. As you do so he grabs your wrist hastily but gently. “Don’t let him try and buy your heart dolly, he’s a womaniser; doesn’t know how to treat a lady properly except buying them.” He announces, staring holes into Phillip who sat directly ahead of him. Watching as he boils with anger. “Now don’t go listenin’ to him sweetheart— that weirdo wouldn’t know the first thing about treatin’ a woman; maybe about followin’ her but..”

Something snapped in Adler, he stands up rapidly. Making his way over to Phillip— grabbing him by the scruff of his collar. “Fucking dare you to say that again you— you bastard.” He threatens— slamming him into the wall; making a painting fall over.

whatsgoingawnnnnn????!!!!

You quickly make your way over to the two brawling men as the rough it out: knocking over tables, slamming into cabinets which held the fresh pastries (being merciful enough to not destroy them), tumbling over the counter where they began to wrestle behind the server counter. You yelp as they throw punches and kick one another. Blood painting both their knuckles. If I wanted a new wall colour I would’ve painted it! You huff to yourself.

“Would you both stop!!” You order. Watching as they both cease their ministrations. Looking up at you in admiration like you were some sort of angel; coming to claim their pathetic souls as their scarred and battered faces oozes with blood. You stare upon the sight of chaos and destruction left behind from their brawl.

You let out a shaky exhale; a look of defeat and despair as your expression. Tears prickling up in your eyes. They both get up from the floor. Phillip hoping over the counter and carefully making his way over to you placing his hand upon your waist gently. “Look what you’ve done you prick, making the little lady cry. Ruining her shop— should be ashamed.”

You push away from him. Looking at them both in shock and disbelief.

“I don’t know what you both think you’re playing at but I’m not having my livelihood be ruined by two men and some fantasy of whatever! So go patch up at the pharmacy down the street and NEVER speak to me again!” You hiss. Grabbing your satchel and making your way out the patisserie; pushing through the crowds which make their way down the street from the train station.

They both groan; looking at one another hatefully. Running to the door and squeezing between the doorframe beside one another; determined to be the first to comfort you.

[rqbossman]

Hello Mr Bossman! (and possibly anyone else who reads this)

Its an honour to be here, I have a few questions. First i appologise for the long paragraph, you may dismiss it for the questions at the bottom. For context, i am here after finishing TMA and being up to date with TMAP, i then went over and listened to RQG, and have just finished listening to Epilogue 3 and might i just say, good sir I am grateful for your podcasts. I am currently just a few months away from my final exams of High School, and as someone who even just 1 year ago was very lost, struggling with school and being just overwhelmed. TMA isnt exactly comforting, but the characters and plot managed to serve as a good form of escapism while sorting myself out. I found my self engaging more in creative things that i had originally put aside in favour of maths and science (which i hated but thought i needed to do). I started drawing again, even if just fanart. and i found things going well. By finding podcasts, story telling and these communities have helped me in my own understanding of what i want in life. I got an ADHD diagnosis earlier this year, and almost directly after started RQG and as my first hyperfixation (that i was aware of as an hyperfixation) gosh dang it hit hard. (in a good way). Ive been able to do so much more creative writing and drawings, and got re-involved with a small dnd group with some friends who i played one game with almost 4 years ago now. So overall, inspirational sounds cringe, but it was. Im doing my best with the upcoming exams, but trying to get in to Medicine is not my only prority, and the fact ive been re-introduced to my first love (Literature and story telling), im planning to go do an Arts degree and i know i wouldnt have been able to confidently make this decision, or even have survived this long in the school system without the work you and your coworkers do. Now the sap is out of the way, Question time! (if you could answer even just one of these questions it would be so cool)(they go in order of RQ relevant to random stuff)(dont feel pressured to answer all/any. i know i wrote alot): 1. what would you say is the best way to draft out a long-form story. (with "Erasing the Line" as an example) Did you start at the end, with the links to the overarching plot.

2. When working with the players (in a form of TTRPG), what did you do to make sure you didnt miss relevant timing of plot points/ avoid creating spoilers while still giving enough detail?

3. What are good places to start with making a job out of storytelling/voice acting/audio etc. In the case of RQ, how is this a job and where do i sign up please! /j (what i mean is, how is best way/how did you find all the people involved and was there a common path that you were all on before getting to where you are now?) 4. Do you have recommendations for Terry Pratchett Books, i may be an literary-leaning student, but it seems i have never actually properly read any of his books. so where is best place to start?/What did you read first?

5. Similar authors or similar inspirations? Did you have a favourite podcast you listen to in your free time that you havnt had a hand in producing/directing/working on. 6. Favourite song/album/artist. And more specifically, what you like listening to in background when doing either writing or (for ttrpg) character research/game planing. 7. Since the olympics are on at the moment, what has been your favourite sport to watch, if you have been watching at all. Thank you for your time :)

Thankyou for all the kind words. Knowing our work is helping people really keeps our engines fired up. Let's see if I can't answer your questions: 1. I "sandbox" which is where I just shove everything I can think of into an unorganised bullet point list. Characters, setting, plot, all of it in one big mess. Then I decide what type of story you want to tell, copy and paste to a new document and then start to organise the thoughts (with the sandbox on standby if new stuff comes in I don't know what to do with). I think of it like scultping, you cut away bits and reshape until something comes out the other end that is story shaped. Only then do I attempt to build the sandcastle and put something coherant together like a synopsis or scratch draft etc.

2. Very tricky. I did a complete review and update of all notes after each recording session and don't forget the audio eas edited. I made lots of gaffs that you never heard as audience.

3. I contacted anyone I could convince to take part and just proved I was serious by overworking. I don't reccomend that route. Unfortunately it really is "who" you know. That doesn't mean chase established professionals as much as it means you need to get out there and associate with other up-and-comers who match your vibe. For me the route was long and windy and not a particularly good example. 4. I normally recommend people do not read his books in publication order. Don't get me wrong, its wonderful watching his craft grow from one title to the next but I would recommend new readers tip their toe into his later works to see if they like where he ended up before committing the time. I often recommend 'Monstrous Regiment' as people's first one. My favourite though is 'Thief of Time.'

5. I don't get much time to listen to podcasts in the last couple of years. I used to listen to a lot of non fiction. 'Stuff you Should Know' and that ilk. I also read a fair amount of classic YA fiction to unwind (Windinsger trilogy, Bartimeous, stuff like that.) 6. Paul Simon's Graceland but when working I assemble a playlist for each seperate project that is tonally appropriate. If I really need to focus I listen to Classical Minimalism. Or the Old School Runescape soundtrack. I'm allowed to be ecclectic. 7. I am actually in an incredibly busy work crunch at the moment so haven't seen any of it!

[cillianssweet]

you want him but you just can't win

Sort of part 2! ☆

"Frances wheres Mr shelby?" I say as I come down stairs one morning.

Thomas's head of staff, Frances, turns to me, her expression solemn."He's in his office, miss," she replies. She doesn't mention who Thomas is with, but the meaning is clear. "With Grace." It's always Grace now.

I purse my lips nodding "oh... okay, thankyou"

Frances gives me a sympathetic smile, understanding the unspoken anguish behind my words."Of course, miss," she says gently. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

I regard her with a small smile turning to leave before turning back. "frances?"

"Yes, miss?" Frances responds, turning her full attention to me, sensing that there's more on my mind.

"Lets... have some tea together" I smile, it was more of a question than a request.

A warm smile appears on Frances's face."Of course, miss. That sounds lovely." She leads me to the kitchen, and with practiced ease, she starts boiling water and preparing cups for our tea.

As the kettle whistles, Frances sets the cups on a tray and pours the steaming liquid into them."Would you like sugar or milk, miss?" She offers, her expression still warm and inviting.

"Both" I say leaning against the counter.

"Of course, miss," she nods, adding a teaspoon of sugar and a splash of milk to my cup before carefully handing it to me. "Be careful, it's hot," she cautions, her tone motherly and watchful.

"You should just call me by my name" I say as we sit on the table.

Frances smiles softly, her gaze softening."As you wish, miss..." She catches herself, correcting her own words "Yn. But you must understand, I've known you since you were a young girl. It's hard to break old habits."

"And I've known you since I was a little girl." I smile "please... Call me by my name."

Frances chuckles softly, her stern demeanor melting just a bit."Alright, Ynn," she says, her tone still respectful but now tinged with affection. She raises her teacup, taking a small sip."It's hard to believe how fast time has passed. You've grown into quite the lady, you know."

"A lady huh?"

Frances nods, sipping her tea and eyeing me over the rim of her cup."Indeed, you've grown into a beautiful woman, love. Your father must be very proud."

"I hope so" I smile taking a few biscuits and keeping them between us. They said I was always nice to everyone. Be it the cleaners, the maids or servers.

Frances watches as I arrange the biscuits, her expression softening further. She takes one, biting into it with a satisfied hum."You've always been kind to us, Yn" she says gently. "You've never acted like you were above anyone. Not like others." She doesn't need to name names, I know exactly who she's referring to.

I chuckle," No ones.. above anyone. We're all equals here. Atleast at the Shelby estate we are."

Frances chuckles, a hint of surprise in her expression. "You're a good soul, Yn," she says, her voice filled with sincerity. "Most wouldn't treat the staff like their equals, but you do. You're different from Thomas, and you're definitely different from the girl he spends his time with."

"Maybe she'll soon be his wife" I say tracing the rim of the fine china with my nail.

Frances sighs, her expression turning serious once more. She knew the truth of the situation, how much I was hurting..."Perhaps," she murmurs, casting a pitying glance in my direction. "But you know that won't change anything, Yn."

"change... There's nothing to change. It was always her. Before me after me. "It'll always be her I'm just a placeholder"

Frances puts a comforting hand on mine, her touch understanding and kind."You're not a placeholder, Ynn," she says softly. "You're the wife of one of the most powerful men in Birmingham. But..." She trails off, her gaze apologetic.

"But I will admit, I've never seen Thomas love anyone as much as he loves her. And it is no secret who he spends his nights with."

We sip our tea in silence, watching over the morning hues till we hear the office doors open revealing Thomas and.. her.

Frances glances towards the direction of the office, her expression hardening at the sight of Thomas and Grace . She knows exactly what they've been doing in there.She turns back to me , her gaze now filled with sympathy and concern.

"I'm sorry, Yn" she whispers, her voice barely louder than a breath.

I tear my gaze away from them both and just sip my tea.

Frances watches me, her heart aching at the stoicism I'm displaying. She can see the pain in my eyes, even if I'm trying to hide it.Thomas and Grace appear in the doorway, their faces flushed. Grace's hair is slightly out of place, and Thomas looks slightly distracted.

Thomas glances in my direction, his gaze flicking over me before he looks away."Frances, I need a whiskey," he grunts, taking a seat across from me. Grace stands in the background, looking triumphant.

Frances hurries to pour a glass of whiskey for Thomas, setting it in front of him. She shoots me a sympathetic glance before discreetly leaving the room, giving the three of us some privacy.

Grace stands behind Thomas like a lioness behind the king of the jungle. She looks every bit of the next Shelby wife.

Thomas grabs her waist, pulling her onto his lap. His hands roam over her body possessively as he nuzzles her neck.Grace lets out a soft gasp, her body melting into his touch. She looks at him, her expression a mix of desire and submission.

Thomas growls softly, his grip on her tightening. He looks up, his gaze locking onto hers."You're mine," he says, his voice a low rumble, possessive.

Thomas's fingers trail over her body, mapping her curves. He murmurs soft words against her skin, praising her, worshipping her. He pulls her closer, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss...

With trembling hands I sip the rest of the tea and hurriedly scurry away. With eyes red and a broken heart, I'm reminded of my conversation with Grace.

"You want him, but you just can't win"

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🔞Protective| Arthur hill

[You and Arthur have been dating for around 4 months now, although sweet, he has a very protective side when it comes to you, he'd do anything to protect you from anything no matter what, a night out with the boys proves this]

The night was just starting out, you all opted for a small live music place to kick off with, Arthur loves anything music related to appreciate any talent that may grace the stage. You head to the bar and George asks what you'd like, whenever you're out you decide to pay in rounds one at a time, making it fair. "I'll just have a vodka like and soda please" you say with a soft smile as he nods his head, asking everyone what they wanted. You spot a table in the corner of the room, near the singer which was free you decide to take it so you could enjoy the entertainment. Arthur stayed at the bar to help George carry the drinks as-well as Chris. You place your bag down as you slide into the chair, awaiting everyone to sit down. They make their way over as they set the drinks down "Thankyou George" you say as he hands you your drink "you're welcome" he responds, Arthur slides next to you, placing a hand around your waist as the singer begins. The hums of the speak vibrate through your body as you feel the music through your fingertips "he's really good isn't he" you say to Arthur "yeah, so good!" He responds with a smile, the first set of the singer finishes as you get up to go to the bar, it was your round. You ask everyone if they want the same and they nod; Chris comes over to help as Arthur goes to speak to the singer, having a similar career and all.

As you placed your drink order you catch a guy at the end of the bar staring at you, you try to ignore the eye contact he was forcing as you look down to the bar "you okay?" Chris asks "yeah, that guys just staring me down as if he's undressing me" you say back to him as he glances over to look at him "don't take no notice, he looks hammered and you're with us anyway" he says reassuring you. Just then the guy arises from his seat and walks over "this your fella?" He asks gesturing to Chris "no, he's my friend" you reply with no interest in continuing the conversation "oh, that's good then" he replies with a snicker "no it's no mate, her boyfriends over there so you may aswell save your breath" Chris says bluntly pointing to Arthur; "who him?" He laughs in response "I'd be better for you" he says with a dark tone, his hand stretching out, George notices the tension and comes over "everything okay over here?" He says, Arthur hears George's question and tell the singer he will be back and makes his way over. "What's going on?" He says snaking his hand on your waist "nothing mate, she was just gonna tell you we're off home" the bloke replies, George turns around "you what? You're having a laugh aren't you?" He says, Arthur's eyes flash with red "I don't think she is mate, so I'm not sure what kind of delusions you're trying to feed by saying that" Arthur spits, his lip curling. In the nick of time the waitress fetches your drink order as if a guardian angel was watching the altercation unravel.

"Thankyou darling" you say to the waitress, ignore the testosterone circling you like a hawk; "come on baby help me with these drinks" you tap Arthur on the shoulder, snapping him out of the anger he was feeling. As his brows unfurrow, turning to help. The guy just sits there and smirks "do what she says pal" he responds "will you shut the fuck up?" You say with a sharp tone, fed up of his arrogance. George makes Arthur walk away back to the table as you do so yourself. Chris looks at you with a concerned look "you okay?" He says "yeah I'm fine, he was just, weird" you reply "yeah well he's lucky" Arthur says with a clenched jaw as you place a hand on his, trying to diffuse the tension building up inside of him. Just before the act starts you go to the toilet quickly, on your way back you see the guy staring at you once again, his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. You walk back to the table as you lean over it "can we go?" You ask the boys, just before they respond you hear a whistle come from the other side of the bar, Arthur's eyes ignite and his jaw becomes tight again "yes we can, because he is really pushing it now" he stands up, as the boys follow suit, you walk in the middle of them all, Arthur at the front. "Going so soon pretty?" The man taunts towards you, Arthur stops in his tracks as he grips the man by the shirt "you're a disgusting man that has no respect, I suggest you apologise" Arthur spits, George goes over to get Arthur off the man "Arthur come on leave it, not infront of y/n" he says as Arthur looks towards you, your face drip white in nervousness as Arthur shoves the man into his seat "next time you won't be so lucky" he turns on his heels as Chris walks out with you. George calming arthur down outside, "sorry y/n I just hated that, he had no right to speak to you like that" he says with a sigh "it's okay Arthur, I know you were only looking out for me" you say going over to hug him. He smiles as you place a kiss on his lips "maybe we go back to the flat for a few drinks?" You advise the group and they nod, as you make your way to the flat.

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Pile 1

Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful .

Some people don't change no matter how hard you try.

But we can not simply sit and stare at our wonds forever .

You spread joy because you're joy that's what I admire most about you .

First love teaches us what love isn't .

It's better to feel the hurt of honesty then to live in a false comfort of lie .

The secret of life is to be obsessed with yourself and be kind to everyone around you.

Some days are just heavy .

Everything you lost will be replaced with something better.

Imagine being loved the way you love .

Pile 2

You haven't met the best version of yourself yet don't give up

when you choose yourself everything around you will choose you too

remember you can start again over and over as often as you need

people don't cry because they're weak it's because they've been strong for too long

the little things ? little moments ? they aren't little

perhaps we should learn to love ourselves so loudly , it silences our insecurities

I love seeing you happy

it happened so that you could grow

you will forever be my always

do it for your future self

Pile 3

You can't go back and change the beginning but you can start where you're and change the ending

expect nothing appreciate everything

you can also comit injustice by doing nothing

be patient. Sometimes you've to go through the worst to get best

how many time can the same thing break your heart ? As long as you love it

find joy in simple things life will always be fulfilling

In the end, I realized the hurt never turned to hate. No matter how much my emotions led me to feel so. I never stopped loving people. I stopped trusting them.

The art of observing and not absorbing

Not liking me is fine, but making up lies to destroy my character is weird.

Keep it private until you know it's permanent

Imagine being loved the way you love .

Pile 4

First love teaches us what love isn't .

Discipline is the strongest form of self love .

She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind

people talk about me behind my back and i just sit here like damn i got myself a fan club

It takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations .

Forgive yourself for the mask you wore when you didn't feel safe enough to be yourself

YOU DON'T NEED EVERYONE TO love you, JUST A FEW GOOD PEOPLE

may every hour in your soul be golden, may it be filled with endless magic .

Vibes to carry through out the week

You're not sensitive. You're not overreacting. If it hurts you, it hurts you. Don't let anyone invalidate your feelings. Ever

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[dollfacedb1tch]

hi love your moodboards they're so good!! can i ask how you make them? i'm a fic writer here and often need to make layouts for my works but they always look choppy and weird 💀💀

hieee anon !! i'm sorry for taking quite long to reply, my exams are ongoing so it took me a while to get to your ask, however, ofc you can ask how i make them !! i'll be happy to help !!

before making a moodboard, i usually keep a vision in my mind. besides when i'm doing events, (in which case i alr have a them i've to work on) i think of my very own theme. do i want it colour co-ordinated ? or do i want a mixture of colours ? if so, what kind of colours ? pastel ? vibrant ? or sometimes i even work with words like : "cyber theme" , "y2k theme" , "angel core" , etc. personally, the primary factor that make a moodboard interesting is either it's colour or it's shape. if it's not interesting by colour, i go for a unique shape or vice versa.

after setting my mind on a particular theme, i then go to pinterest and search for the colour schemes i'm looking for and if not colour, what kind of elements i'm looking for in the picture. like for example, maybe you're looking for images w a baby blue hue, or maybe you're looking for pictures with strawberries in it ! this process is a little time-consuming and nerve wrecking, because sometimes we don't readily get what we're looking for. but the key to that is patience. give it time, and it will give you the best pictures to work with. scroll and scroll, look for related pictures and boom that's it !!

next, when i have all the pictures i need, i go to the search option on tumblr and search for dividers OR for events and stuff i make my own. but since you're asking as a fic writer and not as a mb maker, i'll assume you don't want to know how to make dividers. (if you do however, you can send another ask asking how i make my dividers and ill answer!) anyways back to it, so if i'm making a colour-co ordinated theme, then im looking for that coloured divider, for example : "baby blue divider" or "pink divider." or if not colour coordinated, then usually white lace ones go with most colours and layouts. (check out @/v6que, @/pommecita, @/dollywons , @/plutism , @/fairytopea , they make amazing divs !! )

with all the elemnts of the moodboard now downloaded, i then start arranging the pictures. this part is a little tricky, because it all really depends upon what YOU like best, and how far creativity takes you. twist and turn the images around till you get what looks perfect to you, and yay ! we've got a cute moodboard !! :3

i really hope this helped, if not, please don't hesitate to send another ask so i can explain further with more minor details !! also thankyou for the compliment and the ask !! have a great day anon. 💗

[fuyunotaiyou]

Otomedia Summer 2023

July 2023 Issue (translation)

Thankyou @mirai-e-jump for the scans!

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BAD BOYS fighting as KING

Five King heroes, King Ohger, gathered to protect "Chikyu" from the Earth Empire Bugnarak. Taisei Sakai, who plays Gira, and Aoto Watanabe, who plays Yanma Gast, will appear from the latest work, which is gaining attention for its trend of unique and strong characters. We asked the two of them who play bad kings, "King of Evil" and "King of Yankee," to talk about the appeal of the work.

Gira and Yanma, even though they have different personalities, aim for the same place.

"King Ohger" has started broadcasting; how is the reaction from the fans?

Watanabe: Honestly, I travel back and forth between my home and the shooting site these days, so I don’t really feel that the program is being broadcasted nationwide (laughs). However, I felt happy when I saw kids posing with the Yanma hairstyle on SNS. When I find that kind of impression, "There was this, there was that," like this, I tell the members myself.

Sakai: When a related keyword becomes the No. 1 trend, even the members get excited, surprised by the great SNS response. I think there are many reasons to be drawn to it, like the fantasy elements, the LED background synthesis, and the depth of the characters.

Watanabe: Erica-chan, who plays Hymeno, was delighted to find a cute picture of Hymeno.

When playing Gira and Yanma, what kind of requests did the director make?

Taisei: As Gira is a character with clear emotions, I was told, "I want you to act honestly with Gira’s emotions." Even now, I find it difficult to act honestly. I want to properly master it this year.

Watanabe: There was a physical request regarding Yanma’s look. I was told, "Be conscious of the fact that your eyes don’t look sharp enough in the normal way you look." However, Yanma is an unruly person from the slums, but if he is too much of a Yankee, then he will become indecorous, and his being a king will fade away. I am conscious of the fact that Yanma has two faces: one that lives as he is and the other that stands in front of the people.

Two of you play such kings, but could you please tell me how you feel when you see each other’s performances?

Taisei: Aoto has lots of experience in stage performances, so I feel he has skills that I don’t have. For example, I am really envious of the fact that he is able to take the director's directions and immediately express them.

Watanabe: I feel Taisei expresses his feelings as they are, and when I watch from the side, I think "He doesn’t like to lie about his feelings". There are times when he gets stuck while performing and has to do retakes, but I think what caught everyone’s attention once it aired was Taisei’s precision in acting without lying.

Taisei: Really?

Watanabe: I think it’s because of Taisei’s acting that the response to the first episode was so good.

Taisei: It’s embarrassing. (laughs)

Kingohger's world view created with CG is also attractive, but how does it feel from the performer's side?

Taisei: We shoot with green screens and LEDs the whole time, so there are not many locations. I get used to studio shooting, but I still feel the difficulty of imagining the invisible spaces.

Watanabe: On the other hand, I think it becomes easy to do it on the location site. When we do studio shooting, there are times when I don’t understand where I am. However, there is CG scenery projected on monitors and sets of CG brass photos. I feel that staff also creates an easy-to-act environment for us.

Gira, who acts as a villain, and Yanma, the Yankee. I think they are the characters who took the "evil path" instead of the royal path, but how do you feel about their "evil path"?

Taisei: In order to protect the children and the people, Gira goes down the evil path himself. I think it is a simple and easy-to-understand evil path for the sake of justice.

Watanabe: Yanma has the impression that he has clear standards of right and wrong inside of him. If he thinks something is good, it is good, and if he thinks something is bad, it is bad, regardless of the world’s values of "good and bad". Rather than an evil path, I think he is a person with his own righteousness. For the sake of people, Gira will even do what he thinks is wrong, but Yanma follows what he believes is right. I think that is the difference between these two.

Taisei: I feel they aim in the same direction. For Gira, Yanma represents the ideal figure of a king. That’s probably why Gira said to Yanma, "Be my friend!" and they are still working together as friends.

Over time, was there a moment when your impression of the character changed?

Taisei: Gira’s "protecting people is justice" like will hasn’t changed, so I think there isn’t a big change character-wise. However, it seems there is a change in his mindset, as his sense of companionship has gotten stronger after getting helped by Yanma and others, and his feelings as king have strengthened after learning that he is of royal Husty blood. 

Watanabe: In episodes 1 and 2, Yanma showed his face as a king, but from episode 3 onwards, after meeting the other kings with the same standing, my impression of him changed. At first, I felt that he is a king who pulls everyone in, but I think he is a character who is not complete and is still in the process of learning. There are also scenes where he doesn't separate his feelings, and instead of doing the right thing logically, he prioritizes his emotions. I think there may be a time where he will fail because of his way of life, so I am looking forward to the process of Yanma growing as an adult.

I would like the two of you, who spend time shooting together, to introduce each other to our readers.

Watanabe: Perhaps I think Taisei’s public image is "a bit clumsy". But my image of Taisei is "a guy with a manly spirit".

Taisei: Really?

Watanabe: Even when we go together to eat, he never lets me pay the bill. (while imitating) Like, "I don’t like it".

Taisei: Ha-ha

Watanabe: Even if he didn’t pay that day, he will contact me the next day and say, "I want to properly take care of money matters". He has a great manly spirit, and when he is in a good mood, he says, "I am in a good mood, so I will pay the taxi fare".

Taisei: Stop it! (laughs)

Watanabe: Although it is private, he has a manly spirit even during work. When something is not satisfactory, he himself asks, "Can I try one more time?"

Taisei: There were times like that?

Watanabe: I feel you were not able to say it in the beginning, but now you have become better at saying it. Because I think you are the type of person who wants to say things on your own.

How is Mr. Watanabe seen from Mr.Sakai’s point of view?

Taisei: My first impression of Aoto is Cool. But he is totally different; he is a person who always expressively expresses his emotions. When we play Taiko No Tatsujin in the dressing room, if he makes a mistake and is about to lose, he will say "Ahh!" in a loud voice. When there is a favorite side dish in his lunch box, he will make a face like, "I am so happy". He seems like Gira.

Watanabe: Certainly! I guess I am Gira. (laughs)

Finally, please give a message to our readers.

Watanabe: I think Yanma is still an incomplete character, and he will continue to change as he overcomes ordeals. I would like everyone to watch over what kind of cool guy he will become in the end and how he has grown as a person compared to episode 1. Thank you!

Taisei: The story is progressing rapidly, with Gira being royalty, Rcules being able to transform, and additional warriors appearing. Please look forward to all the intense developments in the future!

"Gira is the one who walks on the evil path himself to protect people"

"Yanma is a person who has his own good and bad"

[amaretigris]

Hi it's Nina :)

Thankyou so much for my request, I really liked it. Would you consider a part two, or making it into a series please

Hi sweets! 🥰 Yay, so glad you liked it 💖 Here's a part 2 about their reconnection. I have a plan for a part 3 to wrap it up. Enjoy 😘

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Crater, Part 2

Taglist: @luna2034 @hopeisrising @notagreekgal28 @mylittlemermaid221 @daydreamerwithnohobbies @freyagallileaevans @justagirlthatlovedtoread

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"If you say yes, I will not rest until you know how deep my love is. It's only grown in strength and voracity over the years. It all came to a precipice when you ran into me on your first day."

Searching Jonah's blue eyes for any ounce of hesitation, you found none; only an inviting openness. Jonah attempted to pull you further into his chest, like he couldn't get you close enough. You sighed contentedly. You still loved the man - you couldn't deny that. Seeing him again had only unearthed the feelings you so desperately tried to bury long ago. With your cheek pressed to his chest, you sighed again.

"How about lunch first?"

Jonah chuckled. He obviously wasn't expecting that answer.

"Anything for you, love. Let's grab your things. I know the perfect spot."

You smiled and reluctantly left Jonah's warm embrace to collect your coffee. Jonah picked up your camera bag, meeting your eyes with a smile. You walked in silence to your cars. After you opened your door to tuck your coffee and camera bag safely in, you turned back to face Jonah. He had a different look in his eye now, almost predatory. He took a step and a half forward, pushing your back against your car. His arms came up on either side of your head, caging you in.

"I can hardly contain myself around you anymore, (Y/N). The things you do to me."

You charted his hungry eyes, and looked down to his lips. Jonah saw his opportunity, and went for your mouth. This kiss was different than the ones you'd allowed since the two of you started hooking up again. This wasn't a brief peck. No, this was the kind of kiss that you sunk into. The kind that you lost yourself in. Your knees wobbled beneath you, but Jonah held you steady at your hip. When did his hand get there? The ravenous kiss reflected both of your unfed desires. It was like the two of you had been starving up until this very moment. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, had only been a handful of minutes. You had to pull away for air, and Jonah chased your lips, but let you breathe.

"Fuck, I missed that," he connected his forehead with yours, watching you gulp in precious oxygen.

The corner of your lips lifted.

"Me too," you admitted.

"Let's go to lunch. I'm famished now," you smiled at the double meaning.

Jonah's blue orbs playfully bounced between your (e/c) ones.

"Talk about famished. I have to push down this boner."

He observed you excitedly look down at the tent in his pants. Everything about you was perfect, he decided.

"Follow me to the restaurant," Jonah ceded, pushing off of your car to turn around.

He looked back to laugh at your unmasked pout. He would feed you, talk to you, answer any questions you may still have. But after work, he would pound you like there was no tomorrow.

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At the casual cafe Jonah brought you to for lunch, the two of you talked over your sandwiches and tea.

"Do we need a fallback plan?"

You wrung your hands nervously. Jonah set his tea down to cover your hands with his own. He brought them to his lips, tenderly kissing your knuckles.

"Listen to me, (Y/N). I'm aware that it's in your nature to plan ahead, and to map out worse-case scenarios, but I'm all in. One hundred percent. I have no backup plan. I've had plenty of time to imagine every possible end to this, and I'd be damn grateful for any one of them. Try to relax, as best you can, and let things flow. I'll take care of the rest."

You knew your face was beet red by now. You nodded, biting your lip.

"What will we tell everyone at the office?"

Jonah gently set your hands back on the table, and shrugged.

"Whatever we want, I suppose. Or nothing. We could tell them nothing. People are nosy, and tend to ruin things."

You nodded again, weighing your options.

"You're right. We could still act normal towards one another in the office. We can do that, right? You bent me over my desk, for god sakes. We should be fine," you waved your hand.

You didn't know who you were trying to convince: Jonah or yourself. You were nervous. Somehow, this felt much more intimate than allowing Jonah access to your body again.

"It's fine, sweetheart. We got this," Jonah's dimples came out to calm you.

He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. You nodded in determination. You could do this.

Finishing your lunch, you and Jonah parted ways again to head back to the office. He gave you a brisk kiss before he left. You whined at the minimal contact.

"Don't worry, I'll reward you later," Jonah whispered in your ear before walking to his car.

You watched his back, gulping down the tension in your throat. Shit. You were doomed.

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Tonight was the first night that Jonah was visiting your apartment.

"As much as I love to take you in your office, we need more space and privacy for tonight. Besides, you'll be exhausted afterwards," Jonah had teased you after lunch.

You rushed home from work to hop in a quick shower, lathering up your silky body wash. This was his favorite scent. You knew that from years ago. You had just started toweling yourself off when you heard a knock at your door. Rushing out of the bathroom, you ran to your dresser for clothes, but stopped. What was the point, really? Deciding to answer the door with only your towel draped around your naked body, you stood on the other side of the door to wrench it open.

"I stopped to get your favorite. Gummy candy, popcorn, and an Icee. I figured we could watch a movie," Jonah stepped into your apartment, focused on what he had in his hands.

It wasn't until you closed the door, and he turned around that he took in your current state. He almost dropped what he was carrying, fumbling to set it on your bar instead. He clumsily yanked his shoes off, and closed the distance between you. His hands smoothed up your arms, and came to cup your cheeks. Jonah bent closer, and took a good sniff, right by your ear.

"Look at you, so ready for me. You even remembered my favorite body wash. You're too good to be true," Jonah cooed.

He looked around the space for your couch while simultaneously stripping himself of his shirt and pants. Shaking his head, Jonah looked back to you.

"I want to take you in your bed," Jonah explained.

You nodded, and grabbed his hand to lead him down the hallway. Halfway to your bedroom, you let your towel fall to the floor. You heard Jonah groan. Smirking, you only made it to your bedroom doorway before he spun you around, and picked you up. Jonah hooked your legs around his waist, eagerly pressing his mouth to yours. He walked across the room to your bed, setting you down, and climbing on top.

"You're finally mine again, (Y/N); to cherish, and to fuck senseless. I'll make you come apart so many times tonight. Good girls get rewarded, after all. I only have one request," Jonah pushed his boxers down, kicking them the rest of the way off.

He grabbed your chin to draw your eyes back to his.

"I want you to say my name every time you cum. Can you do that for me?"

You vehemently nodded.

"Good girl," Jonah kissed you.

He then peeled his lips back enough to mutter, "I hope you're ready," before ravaging your mouth again, and slamming into you. Not long after, you were already singing his name.

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Your abandoned Icee was partially melted by the time Jonah brought it to you from the bar.

"I'm sorry, love. I should've put it in the fridge," Jonah sulked.

You grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him back down beside you.

"It's okay. I got something much more delicious," you hinted.

Jonah had worked you to six explosive releases. You really couldn't complain.

"But thank you for the snacks. You remembered my favorites," you cheesed up at him as he settled beside you in bed.

He kissed the crown of your head.

"Of course. What do you want to watch?"

The two of you settled on a light-hearted comedy movie. Snuggling into Jonah, you shared your popcorn with him, and occasionally urged small gummies into his mouth. It was just like old times. The nostalgic feel tugged at your heart strings.

"Is it too early to say it again?"

You cautiously asked. Jonah met your eyes, and instantly knew what you meant. He shook his head.

"No, (Y/N). I must've said it to you twenty times this morning. If you feel it, I want you to voice it," he encouraged.

You took a shallow breath.

"I love you," you admitted before your nerves stopped you.

"I love you, Jonah," you repeated.

"I've always loved you," you buried your face into his chest.

Jonah's body instinctually wrapped around yours. He cradled you to his chest. His heart hadn't felt this full in years. It could almost burst.

"I love you too, (Y/N). Always," he whispered, peppering kisses along your cheekbone.

You slept more peacefully that night than you had in years. Four years, to be exact.