#Custom Mama Shirt With Pet Names

[nadal-designer]

[thesimulationswarm]

Garden of Earthly Delights - one shot

sub!Joel Miller x f!dom!reader

A/N: I've been sick and sort of in a feverish fugue state for a couple of days and I wrote this. Definitely inspired by reading this excellent sub!Joel fic by @haylzcyon, but it turned out quite a bit darker. So, welcome to my horny fever dream I guess? Summary: Joel gets dommed by a bratty shopgirl he meets in the Boston QZ and discovers a very unexpected side of himself Rating: explicit 18+ MDNI Word count: 3.5k Warnings/tags: no use of y/n, hard dom!reader, irresponsible dom behavior that would be abusive irl (don't dom people you meet on the street kids. And for god's sake, use active consent and a safe word), reader described as young and has hair, slapping, spitting, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV sex, premature ejaculation, cum eating, praise, degradation, pet names (good boy, baby boy, kitten, mama), submissive produce washing

Joel was tired, and hungry, and he wanted to go home. At home he had half a bottle left of some dark moonshine that approximated whiskey, and a day off tomorrow to sleep through its aftereffects. But his cupboards were otherwise empty, and he knew he needed to lay in some supplies.

Unfortunately, it was the end of first shift and half of the goddamn QZ was thinking the same thing. The line snaking up to the counter at the ration shop was moving slower than he even thought possible, and he shifted irritably from side to side. He was trying, unsuccessfully, to find a way to stand that didn’t make his whole body hurt.

Even more maddening, only one person was working the counter today. He was sympathetic with operations being short staffed, but that clearly wasn’t the case. He could see right past the greasy hair of the young guy doling out food, and another person was back there, just leaning against the wall. Looking bored.

He watched you as you idly checked your nails. He watched you as you ran your fingers through your hair. He watched you cock one hip to the side and lean down to pull a shiny red apple from a burlap sack, then toss it loosely back and forth between your hands. Like you had all the time in the goddamn world.

You were beautiful.

You were young.

You weren’t bothered one bit by the grumbling line of customers stretching down the street.

He fucking hated you.

Finally, he reached the front, throwing down a thick sheaf of ration cards. “Two loaves a’ bread. Cooking oil. And a couple apples,” he grunted out.

“Sorry, out of apples,” the gormless kid answered. Behind him, he watched as you lifted the smooth red fruit to your lips and bit down, hard, the flesh giving way with a gratifying crunch. You noted with satisfaction that it was a particularly good apple— tart, sweet, crisp.

The shop boy saw Joel glaring and shrugged. “Last one.” Joel looked over at where you stood again, one knee bent with your foot pressed oh-so-casually against the cinderblock wall. Beside you, the burlap sack bulged with the shape of a good dozen round, suspiciously apple-sized lumps. 

A thin rivulet of juice dripped out from the fruit in your hand, sliding down the curve of your wrist. You saw him watching you, and you bent your head to run your tongue along your skin, lapping up every last, sweet drop.

You liked the way he was looking at you. An older guy, gray streaking through his dark hair and down his stubbled jawline. But fucking built, the solid shape of his shoulders stretching out the worn chambray of his work shirt. His eyes were narrowed, his strong brow pinched. The cut of his jaw practically vibrating with tension.

He wanted to kill you. He also, definitely, wanted to fuck you. Maybe both at the same time. And below all of that simmering ferociousness, there was a hint of something else in his big brown eyes. Something that definitely interested you.

He’d been halfway home when a FEDRA sweep forced him back in the direction of the shops. He wasted a good hour waiting for a bunch of fifteen-year-olds in body armor to “clear the area,” then finally got back on his way.

He was deep in thought, thinking about a smuggling trip he was planning for late next week. Wondering if the soldier he was bribing for intel was too far gone on oxy to be reliable anymore. He didn’t want a repeat of last November, inches away from being gunned down as his crew sprinted across what was supposed to be an unguarded field at the edge of town.

So he didn’t see you coming until you were only a couple yards in front of him, walking home yourself— bag of apples slung over your shoulder.

When his eyes flicked up, finally, you’d stopped walking and were standing there in a wide stance with one hand on your hip. You saw the way his eyes widened briefly, then narrowed again, shining darkly as you watched him watching you. You ran your tongue around the perimeter of your lips, and his gaze followed its slow swirl.

Then you reached into your bag and pulled out an apple. You gave your arm a desultory swing and let it loose. It bounced to the ground, rolling toward his boots, then came to a stop just an inch away from him.

He looked at the apple.

He looked at you.

“Thought you might like a taste.”

The loathing that poured over his features was so intense that for a moment, you thought you might’ve misread things. But no, you could see it there in his face again. That bloom of need.

This poor, beautiful man needed to be taken care of.

And sure enough, you watched as he crouched down there in the street to pick up the apple. You watched as he straightened himself up, his knees crackling audibly.

“Good. Now take a bite.”

The apple, tasty as it was sure to be, had just rolled across the godforsaken ground of Boston QZ. Across dust and ash and human detritus, ground down to a smudging blackness that covered every surface here. He didn’t even know why he’d picked the thing up, and he sure as shit wasn’t going to put his mouth on it.

He shook his head, lip curling in a sneer.

“Don’t think so, honey.”

You tutted softly, walking forward to close the gap between you. He held the apple down at one side, the other hand hooked into his belt loop. Shoulders squaring up to you as you neared. Even as he was doing it, he felt like a fool. What exactly did he have to prove to this bratty little shopgirl? And why wasn’t he walking away?

“That’s really too bad,” you said, letting your words drip slowly from your mouth. “I thought you were gonna be a good boy for me.”

You were right in front of him now, close enough to see the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing quickened.

“‘Cause I know how to take really good care of good boys.”

Joel closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t understand why, but his cock had swollen to half-mast just from crouching down to pick up that apple while you stood over him. And every time you spoke he felt more warmth pooling in his groin. He wasn’t sure if he was going to have to pay for what you were offering, or if you’d do it for free. But he knew he wanted it, unexpectedly, very badly.

He clenched his hand around the smooth skin of the fruit, and against his conscious judgement he felt his arm lifting it up toward his face.

You watched him moving, his eyes still closed, a smile slowly spreading across your face. As the fruit approached his gently parting lips, you reached up to grab him by the wrist, stilling him. You could feel the jump of his pulse below the rough skin.

“Not so fast, boy.” His eyes blinked open, their soft brown blown out to black. “I think since you’re being so good, we can go back to your place and get that apple nice and clean for you. And then you can show me how pretty you are when you eat.”

His place was nicer than many, a handful of rooms that were worn but clean. Functional furniture, a radio, a shelf with books. He clearly was doing okay for himself. The ones who needed this the most usually were.

He led you inside with a nervous energy that told you he hadn’t done this before. He’d surely brought women to his apartment, with those broad shoulders and that roughly handsome face. But never someone like you. And he wasn’t sure what to do. He stood in the living room, still holding the apple in one hand, his other hand clenching and opening at his side.

You looked him up and down. “What’s your name?”

You saw him hesitate. Wondering if this was a good idea— if you were a psychopath about to rob him or worse. But then he swallowed.

“Joel.”

“Joel,” you purred. “Do you have soap, Joel?” He looked blank for a second, then nodded. “Then go and wash that filthy apple off like a good boy.”

He paused again, and then gave a bewildered shake of his head before walking off toward the kitchen. There was a table in the room, across from an unmade bed. You pulled yourself up to sit on top of it, resting your feet on the seat of a battered old chair, and waited.

Joel returned after a minute, holding the now damp and glistening apple. He still wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. Or his body. He held the fruit out to you, watched the bored way your eyes ran down his form as you sat there.

You made a soft tsk. “I see a speck of dirt. Better try again, boy.”

Joel looked at the spotless apple, then back at you. His heart felt like it was going to beat right through the wall of his chest. 

He hated you. 

And he wanted to hear you call him a good boy again. 

He stalked off to the kitchen and stood by the sink, carefully running the damp, soapy washrag back and forth across the smooth, hard peel. The apple was a deep red, flecked with burgundy. Joel held it up in the light that filtered through his window, turning it in circles to inspect for any blemish. When he was satisfied, he carried it carefully back to you. Despite himself, he could feel his brow draw up, his expression pleading, as he offered it again.

You gestured desultorily at the table beside you, and he set down the apple gently. You ignored it.

He was uncomfortably hard now, straining against the too-tight denim of his pants. You looked down at the thick shape of him, and raised a single eyebrow.

“I think you better take your clothes off, kitten. Before you make a mess of yourself.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

You watched as he unbuttoned and zipped down his fly, the relief washing over his face as his cock sprung free and bobbed up toward his stomach. You had to fight to keep your face impassive as you took in the sight— you were impressed by the sheer size of him, thick and long and richly veined. The swollen head was stained almost purple as the blood pulsed through him, slick from where he’d been weeping against his boxers.

You had a good feeling about this one. A very good feeling.

“All of your clothes.”

You waited, arms crossed over your chest in a posture of impatience, as he slid all the way out of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the curving planes of his muscles and the dusting of dark hair. A little soft right around his tummy and thick thighs, the perfect counterpoint to everything that was hard and rigid about him.

He saw how you were looking at him, and he moved toward you, desperation painting his face.

“Please, baby— I—I need you,” he stuttered, his dark eyes wide and desperate.

Your hand slapped across his face, hard and fast.

He stumbled backward, stunned momentarily as his hand flew up to cup his stinging cheek.

“Did I tell you you could speak?”

Part of him wanted to throw you against the wall, and part of him wanted to fall to his knees and beg your forgiveness.  He felt his cock twitch, growing somehow even harder, a thick bead of precum oozing from the slit.

You watched him, smirking. “I think you liked that, didn’t you, boy?”

A hot blush seeped up his neck as you looked down at his needy cock. He knew you were right. If you kept slapping him like that, looking at him like that, talking to him like that— he’d come harder than he ever had in his life.

“Now,” you said, pointing down at the floor. “Kneel for me.”

Joel lowered himself to the hardwood floor, unconcerned with how his knees were going to feel tomorrow. He watched as you pulled the fabric of your skirt up around your waist, revealing a thin pair of cotton panties, sopping wet where the fabric ran between your legs.

“See what you can do for me when you’re a good boy?” You ran a finger up and down along the slick cloth, ghosting over the shape of your slit.

Then he watched, mesmerized, as you slid the underwear down your legs. Leaving your pussy bare, drenched, and just out of reach.

God, you were perfect.

His tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he stared at you, desperate for a taste.

You smiled. “It looks like you’re ready to serve me already. And you’re very, very lucky today. Because I’m going to let you eat me out, if you just ask nicely. Are you ready to ask nicely?”

He nodded eagerly. You noted with satisfaction that his face was loosening— the jaw no longer so tensed, the deep furrow between his brows softening. He was relinquishing himself to you, little by little. You reached down with one finger and tipped his chin upward, to look into your face.

“Okay, sweet boy. You can ask me now.”

“Please, please let me eat your pretty pussy,” he spoke, his voice hoarse with need. His eyes, looking up at you, were all pupil— hungry pools of black.

You nodded appreciatively, then you reached your hands around to the back of his head and pulled him into you. Your fingers threaded through the thick, salt-and-pepper curls, holding him tightly in place as he began to lick. His beard was scratchy against your sensitive skin, but his lips were surprisingly soft.

You gave him directions— how hard to suck against your swollen clit, how fast to draw his tongue through your folds— and tugged him by the hair to adjust his angle. You could feel the vibration of him whimpering against you.

“Good boy,” you cooed down at him. “Eating that pussy so good for me.” And he was, following your every instruction, responding to the subtlest tap and tug. Like he was born to do this. As you felt your orgasm building, you pressed him deeper against your core, squeezing him between your thighs. He was trapped, and clearly loving it. Below you, you could see the muscular swell of his ass, clenching as he thrust his hips up against nothing.

“That’s it, that’s it. Make Mama come like a good boy.” You pulled hard on his hair as you pressed your hips forward, toes curling, waves of pleasure crashing through you. He moaned just as loudly as you did, your cunt spasming against the press of his hot tongue.

You took your time catching your breath, still holding Joel by the hair. When you finally pulled him free of you, the sight was delicious. Skin blotched and red, your glistening juices smeared everywhere. Hair tousled and sticking out, breath coming fast and hard.

You smiled down at him.

“Don’t worry, pet. We’re not done yet. Now—” you pointed over at the unmade bed—“you’re gonna be my little toy. You’re gonna lie down over there and let me ride you.”

Joel felt a rush of relief at the thought of you finally touching his achy, leaking cock. He nodded up at you, rising to his feet. The sheets of the bed were cool and smooth against his flushed skin.

You took your time, sliding down off the table top and languidly stretching your arms out. Enjoying the way Joel looked lying there, waiting for you with his giant erection jutting up into the air. Finally, you made your way over to the mattress and climbed up on your knees, straddling him.

Your sweet cunt was hovering in the air, inches above the tip of his cock. You paused there, and smiled condescendingly down at him.

“Beg me for it, little boy.”

“Please, please, please.” The words spilled out of his lips, his voice cracked and shameless.

“Please what?”

“Please ride me. Please fuck yourself on my cock like it’s your little toy.”

You reached down and wrapped one hand around his thickness, the grip sending sparks through his body. Then you began to slide his head along your drenched lips, wetting it down. Instead of moving him toward your entrance, you guided the tip to nudge against your clit, and began to tap it against the swollen nub, again and again. His poor, sensitive cockhead was so engorged by now that it hurt, and he whimpered each time you pressed against him.

Then, finally, you slid him down to the hot, wet center of you. You drove your hips down, throwing your head back as you filled yourself with him. He could only fit halfway in your tight little pussy on that first downward thrust, and you whined as you reared up and down again, spearing yourself on his cock. He felt his thighs shaking as you pushed yourself further and further down, until finally he bottomed out inside you. You paused there, letting yourself settle around the heavy length of him.

And then— fuck— he felt that familiar warmth growing in his abdomen, his balls tightening upward. His face screwed up, as he tensed and fought to pull back from the edge.

“Oh, poor boy,” you said, smiling down at him as you began to move your hips in a slow, easy roll. “You’re trying so hard not to come, aren’t you?” The warm slide of your pussy was unbelievable, and Joel’s mind scrambled for something to distract him— think about work detail, plumbing repair, fucking baseball, anything.

“But you can’t hold back, can you? You’re not even gonna make it another minute in this tight little cunt, are you?” You were right. Of course you were right. He grabbed fistfuls of bedsheet in each hand, gripping as hard as he could, knuckles going white as he fought against his hips that wanted to thrust, thrust, thrust into you. He screwed his eyes shut tight.

His eyes flew back open as a spray of warm spit hit his face.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Your voice jolted through him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he moaned.

“Tell me you’re sorry for coming so fast, you filthy little boy.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I’m a filthy little boy and I’m going to come.” The words poured out of Joel, his hips bucking uncontrollably as the electric warmth spilled over. “I’m sorry Mama, I’m coming, I’m so sorry, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He began to shoot into you, spurt after helpless spurt, coming so hard he thought for a second he might pass out.

It was only when his cock and his hips finally stilled that he realized he was crying. Hot tears rolled down the sides of his face to pool against the sheets.

You leaned down, stroking your hand along his stubbled cheeks. “Shhh, shhh. It’s okay baby. Mama forgives you.” You slid yourself off his sticky, half-hard cock and moved forward, still straddling him. Your soft hands gently combed through his messy curls.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. You can clean up this mess and I’ll be good as new.” Your hips pushed forward, and you pulled one hand back to hold yourself open, showing Joel where his milky seed was dripping down between your folds.

He nodded, looking up at your encouraging smile. His tongue slipped out between his lips, and he took a first, tentative lick along your slit. The sweet tang of your slick mixed with his own bitter, salty spend.

“That’s a good boy. Clean it all up.” He lapped at you, gathering speed. His tongue pressed inside you, curling against your walls to release every last drop.

Finally, when you were satisfied he’d done his job, you pulled away. He released his mouth from you with a mournful groan, and you sat down against the head of his bed. 

You looked him over from head to toe. He was a fucked out mess of a man. Flushed skin, limbs sprawling. Sticky cock still swollen against his thigh. Lips slick with his own come, and yours.

“Come here, sweet boy,” you murmured softly. You pulled his head into your lap, cradling him there as you gently petted him. “You did good. Close your eyes, Joel. I’ve got you.”

His eyes drifted shut, and in less than a minute he’d fallen asleep. Dark, deep, dreamless sleep— the best sleep he’d had in a long, long time.

When he woke up, it was morning and you were gone. On his table, you’d left the core of an apple, its sweetness slowly turning brown.

[jace-ratna]

Kohaku day 2024 gifts!!

Small little fanfics in which Kohaku's boyfriend(s) give him birthday presents. Typical OOC warning.

Kohaku/Aira 🌸❤

"Rabu-han?" Kohaku's voice was laced with an amused curiosity as his boyfriend walked behind him. He hears a soft click from the clasp before Aira places his hands on Kohaku's shoulders.

He looks down at the necklace now hanging on his neck. A rose gold heart pendant. Of course Aira would pick out something cute that matched his usual colors.

Kohaku chuckles softly. "It's pretty cute. Thank you, Rabu-han."

"Oh, but wait!" Aira smiles as he reaches down to the pendant, wrapping his arms around Kohaku's neck in the process. He opens the pendant —revealing it as a locket— and turns the inside to Kohaku.

"It's a picture of us!"

"Oh, was this the time we went to that photo booth?"

"Mhm! You really liked going there so I thought it'd be the best memory to put into the locket!"

Gosh, Aira was way too cute, wasn't he? Buying something that you'd see in a western period drama but putting something undoubtedly modern in it. How fitting for Kohaku himself.

He holds Aira's hands in his own, snuggling up against his boyfriend's arm. "Your gift just got a whole lot cuter." He reaches up and gives Aira a peck on the cheek. "Thanks again, Love."

Kohaku/Madara 🌸🤠 (couldn't think of a better emoji, sorry Mama)

"Close your eyes, ok?" Madara grins as he hides something behind his back. Kohaku rolls his eyes before he does as he's told, keeping his hands on his lap. There's the sound of a hinge opening softly before Kohaku's hair is tucked behind his ear and Madara's hand is touches his sensitive skin. Kohaku shudders a little, which makes him (and Madara) blush.

"Madara, we're in public." Kohaku keeps his eyes closed, but he's very close to grabbing Madara's hand and collar.

"I know, I know! Just wait a minute, alright?" Madara reassures him, his voice a little panicked. After a few seconds, a soft weight hangs on Kohaku's ears. "You can open your eyes now." Madara's tone is sweet as he smiles warmly at his love.

"Earrings?" He brushes his fingers on the metal, noticing the angular shape and the two gems set inside.

"When I saw it, it reminded me of us. It's similar to our earrings for Nebula, right?" Madara wraps his arms around Kohaku's neck as he whispers into his ear. "This way, you can always have something to remind you of us; of me."

Kohaku's face flushes again at Madara's words. Really, this guy can't realize how... teasing he is, can he?! "Madara!" He pushes Madara's face away from his ear. "I swear, I'll drag you to my room and smack you after all of this."

"Ooh, sounds fun!" He grins, trying to hold back his laughter. Ok, Kohaku's sure he knows what he's doing by this point!

He grabs the collar of Madara's shirt. "You stupid tart!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Madara raises his hands in defeat.

Sighing, Kohaku lets him go and pouts a little. His cheeks begin turning red again as he brushes his hand on his new earrings again. "But seriously though, thanks... darling."

Madara gasps, giddy and excited. "Kohaku! You called me a pet name in public!"

"Yeah, don't get used to it." Kohaku leans to kiss him on the cheek, smiling. Madara's an annoying idiot, but he's Kohaku's annoying idiot.

Kohaku/Hiiro 🌸♠️

"Happy birthday, Kohaku!" Hiiro greets him with his usual cheerful attitude before handing him a small wrapped box. "Open it!" He urges Kohaku, his smile brighter than usual.

Gently undoing the tape and wrapping paper, Kohaku then opens the box and finds a handmade bracelet inside. It had purple and pink beads in different shapes and sizes. There were a few yellow beads too, and a single sakura bead next to a spade one. It was absolutely adorable and Kohaku has no doubt Hiiro made it himself. Yes, because it's custom to Kohaku's colors, but also because—

"It's a little too big, ain't it?" Kohaku chuckles softly before he slips it on his wrist, and it immediately slides down to his elbow.

"Eh? Really?" Hiiro tilts his head, and his smile fades a little as he looks at the bracelet he made for his boyfriend. "Sorry, Kohaku. I didn't want it to be too small so I made it too big instead."

"Hey, no need to feel so down." Kohaku places a hand on Hiiro's cheek. "I still like it. You put a lot of effort into it and I'm grateful for that alone." He shifts the bracelet from his elbow to his hand. "Here. I can wear it like this."

Hiiro's smile returns as he nods. "I'm glad! I hope you can wear it with you forever!"

"Ok, maybe not forever. But I'll keep it with me whenever I go out." Kohaku's hand moves to Hiiro's head, petting him before kissing his cheek. "Thank you, honey."

[dogmomhat]

Gifts Galore: 12 Ideas to Delight Pet Lovers on Any Occasion

Hey there, fellow pet lovers! If you're looking to brighten the day of that special someone who adores their furry companions, you've come to the right place. Whether it's a birthday, anniversary, or just a thoughtful gesture to show you care, finding the perfect gift can be a rewarding challenge. Fear not, because we've curated twelve paw-some gift ideas that are sure to bring joy to any pet lover's heart. From practical picks to personalized treasures, let's dive into these ideas that celebrate their love for their pets.

1. Dog Mama Hat

Let's start off with a stylish and trendy choice—a dog mama hat! This isn't your ordinary hat; it's a statement piece that proudly showcases their love for their fur babies. Whether it's adorned with cute paw prints, a witty slogan, or even personalized with their pet's name, a dog mama hat is sure to become their new favorite accessory.

2. Custom Pet Portrait

Capture their pet's unique personality with a custom pet portrait. Whether it's a lifelike painting, a whimsical illustration, or a digital masterpiece, a personalized portrait will be a cherished keepsake that immortalizes their furry friend's spirit.

Discover more about Best Dog Mama Hat here.

3. Pet-Themed Jewelry

Jewelry is always a thoughtful gift, and when it's adorned with pet-themed charms or paw prints, it becomes even more special. Consider a necklace, bracelet, or earrings that symbolize their deep bond with their pet in a stylish and elegant way.

4. Pet Subscription Box

Give the gift of surprise and delight with a pet subscription box. These boxes are filled with treats, toys, and accessories curated specifically for their pet, ensuring endless tail wags and purrs of happiness.

5. Personalized Pet Bed

Upgrade their pet's comfort with a personalized pet bed. Whether it's embroidered with their pet's name or designed to complement their home decor, a cozy bed ensures their pet sleeps in style and comfort.

6. Pet DNA Test Kit

Uncover the mysteries of their pet's ancestry with a pet DNA test kit. It's a fascinating and educational gift that provides insights into their pet's breed heritage and potential health traits.

7. Pet Camera

Keep them connected to their pet with a pet camera. These innovative devices allow pet owners to check in, talk to their pet, and even dispense treats remotely, providing peace of mind and lots of fun interactions.

8. Pet-Themed Apparel

From cozy sweatshirts to playful t-shirts, there's a wide range of pet-themed apparel to choose from. Find a piece that reflects their favorite pet breed or simply celebrates their love for animals in a fashionable way.

9. Pet Spa Day

Treat their pet to a day of pampering at a pet spa. From grooming sessions to massages, a spa day is a luxurious treat that leaves their pet feeling relaxed, refreshed, and looking their best.

10. Personalized Pet Collar

Upgrade their pet's style with a personalized pet collar. Choose a collar that reflects their pet's personality, whether it's sleek leather, colorful nylon, or adorned with custom engravings.

11. Pet-Friendly Adventure

Plan a pet-friendly adventure for them and their pet. Whether it's a hike in the mountains, a beach day, or a visit to a pet-friendly attraction, creating memories together is the ultimate gift.

12. Pet-Themed Home Decor

Enhance their living space with pet-themed home decor. From decorative pillows to wall art, there are plenty of stylish options that celebrate their love for pets and add a touch of whimsy to their home.

Conclusion

Finding the perfect gift for a pet lover is all about celebrating their unique bond with their furry companion. Whether you choose a trendy dog mama hat, a personalized pet portrait, or a fun-filled pet subscription box, these gift ideas are sure to make their day and show them how much you appreciate their love for animals.

FAQs About Dog Mama Hats and Gifts for Pet Lovers

1. Why is a dog mama hat a great gift for a pet lover? Dog mama hats are not only stylish but also proudly display their love for their pets, making them a meaningful and trendy accessory.

2. Can I personalize a dog mama hat with my pet's name? Yes, many retailers offer customization options where you can add your pet's name or breed to the hat, creating a unique and thoughtful gift.

3. Are dog mama hats suitable for all seasons? Dog mama hats, especially lightweight and breathable styles, can be worn comfortably year-round depending on the material and design.

4. Where can I find unique dog mama hats and gifts for pet lovers? You can explore online pet stores, boutique gift shops, and artisan marketplaces for a variety of unique and personalized gifts tailored for pet lovers.

5. What other gifts pair well with a dog mama hat for a pet lover's occasion? Consider pairing a dog mama hat with complementary gifts like pet-themed jewelry, apparel, or home decor items to create a thoughtful and cohesive gift package that celebrates their passion for pets.

With these gift ideas and insights, you're ready to surprise and delight the pet lover in your life with a thoughtful and memorable gift that honors their special bond with their beloved pet. Happy gifting!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

this kingdom, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: In some cases, hate and love are the same thing. Or, in this specific case, hate and overwhelming, breathless, mind-blowing lust. And it all started because you were better at League of Legends than Jeon Jungkook.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; a WHOLE lot of one-sided enemies-to-lovers aka Jungkook is a petty idiot lol; intense smut (fem reader, very dirty talk, begging, pet name (for JK), tit-fucking with saliva everywhere, m-receiving oral, doggy, slight edging, spanking); non-idol!BTS; ponytail, tsundere softsub!Jungkook x self-assured, kind-of-cocky, power-bottom noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and your POV Jungkook is unhealthily obsessed with the reader’s ass. You don’t have to know how to play LoL, just know she’s better than he is. XD Smut scene is MAMA 2020 ‘ON’ dance practice ponytail Jungkook. Yes. That one. Over 11k words and half of it is the smut, you’ve been warned.

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Hate is a strong word.

Jeon Jungkook loathed her.

He had been at this PC bang with his friends for years. From middle school, to high school, to university, all of it. He was here first; this was his stomping ground, this kingdom. Throughout the years, this particular PC café had become bigger and bigger, with better and better high-end PCs. The owners knew him and his friends well, always saving the best snacks and making sure to keep a free corner of seven computers for them. Asked them for music suggestions, new menu options, and general advice for improvements.

They were the kings of this land.

When Kim Seokjin said he was bringing his friend with him because her computer crapped out, Jungkook shrugged and said, “Sure, whatever, man.”

“She might come for a couple weeks,” Seokjin said absentmindedly, shoving more jjajang ramyeon into his mouth. “She’s getting a custom built.”

Jungkook snorted into his own cup noodle. “What’s a girl need a custom for?”

Kim Taehyung smacked him. “Shut the fuck up, bro.”

Jungkook choked and ended up spitting. Ugh. Oh well. Five second rule.

Park Jimin swirled his noodles together. “She’s a hardcore gamer or what?”

Seokjin laughed. “Obsessed more like it. She’s been playing League of Legends since beta. I keep telling her Riot Games need to pay her to play, just like how Nexon needs to pay me to play.”

Jung Hoseok shook his head as he sat down with his hotteok. “Your MapleStory obsession is unhealthy.”

“Excuse me? It just means I’m faithful, unlike you lot!”

Jungkook expected her to be a nerd with giant glasses, an oversized hoodie and a pair of unflattering sweatpants. Or an e-girl, with dyed hair, cropped t-shirt, short skirt with thigh highs. Fairly uninteresting and predictable, someone not his type.

Yeah, that’s not how life works.

Seokjin showed up late, waving at them from the doorway. They were already playing their respective games in their usual respective seat order. Jungkook was playing Overwatch with Taehyung beside him playing League of Legends. Seokjin introduced her to Min Yoongi first, who was sitting in a seat half-asleep and definitely needed three cups of coffee before he was alive. Jungkook heard Seokjin saying her name and Yoongi start, apologizing repeatedly. The fuck? Jungkook turned away from his screen just for a second.

“Hey. Nice to meet you.”

His eyes widened.

She was wearing a cropped blue and black windbreaker with a team name and logo running down the back, complete with matching slinky leggings and black sneakers. High ponytail, cocky smile, and ass. Holy shit.

ASS.

And thighs! Jungkook had no idea if it was the leggings or pure genetics that developed such a perky, plump, shapely ass, but damn.

She lifted the sleeves of her windbreaker and he saw the two black wrist braces. She reached out and shook Yoongi’s hand and Yoongi was trying not to stare at the most delicious thighs on Earth. Seokjin jerked her to the side, towards Hoseok to continue introductions.

“Dude. You’re dead,” Taehyung remarked in a deadpan voice.

Jungkook turned back to his screen. “Fuck!”

-

“I’m really terrible at these games.”

She patted Kim Namjoon on the arm. “You’ll be fine. I’ll support you.”

Yoongi frowned. “I don’t even know how to play this champion.”

“Q’s a non-targeted heal,” she explained. “W to bind to an ally, gives a shield and stats. E to stun in a short line, extends from you and the bound ally. And R to send down an invincible circle.”

“Can I just bind to you and you tell me what to do?”

She laughed. “Yeah.”

They were playing a few custom All-Random-All-Mid, better known as ARAMs. They roped in two more guys to get the full ten, five versus five. It was Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and some random guy versus her, Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin, and random dude number two.

Jungkook chuckled. This was gonna be easy. Yoongi and Namjoon sucked at League.

His opinion quickly changed when his champion Caitlyn got repeatedly Malphite ulted, the giant rock champion becoming invincible thanks to Yoongi’s Taric. Yoongi was always late with the ultimate, but she instructed him to smash the R button when she ulted, thereby making the perfect timing when Malphite landed. Jungkook didn’t even get to play the fucking game. He just died instantly during every team fight.

Okay. Game two.

Lulu versus Akali. Jungkook should be able to one-shot her measly little Lulu.

Except he got polymorphed every single time he tried to go in, his champion becoming a useless little cupcake for a few seconds. And then died instantly to powered up, shielded Namjoon’s Olaf. Awesome.

Alright then. Game three.

That didn’t go as planned either.

“Holy shit! I’ve never won so many games in a row!” Namjoon cheered, jumping out of his seat. He grabbed her hands and shook her, making her laugh far too pleasantly. “You’re a genius!”

She shook her head as the randoms thanked her for the good games. “Sona’s super easy to play, Namjoon. You literally had only one skillshot.”

“Yeah, but the timing–”

Jungkook was the only one who was staring at the end screen, chewing on his lip. 3/18/9. Three kills, eighteen deaths, nine assisted kills. Shit, he was so pathetic. He should be able to get way more kills as assassin Zed. Especially versus a marksman, Lucian. But she was good at that too. She was good, period. And that pissed him off, because Jungkook also wanted to be good.

He also wanted to be that impossibly hot too, but that was for another day.

Jungkook jerked his chair back and went to the vending machines, scowling to himself.

He played a lot of games. He was the best gamer of the group and definitely the best League of Legends player. Until now. He looked back, seeing Yoongi and Seokjin give her a high-five.

Hmph.

-

It was like that in next four times they met up over the course of two weeks.

They played some custom ARAMs and he always chose to be on the opposing team and he always lost.

Always.

In flourishes of cosmic stars, of neon streams, of cute squeaks, because she owned tons of cosmetic skins, defeating him with style. It didn’t matter if he actually won the game or not. Jungkook lost because she always made him look like a fool. In the end, his kill-death-assist ratio and damage chart was absolutely pitiful. Maybe not to a normie, but for Jungkook? He was expected better than that from himself.

He was a hunter being hunted on his own stomping grounds.

And! She was fucking nice too, always buying his friends snacks and drinks. Not only did she have a plump ass, squeezable thighs, and good at video games, but also generous. So naturally, all his friends quickly had a favorable opinion of her. Hmph.

“Here, Taehyung.”

“Aw, thanks, noona!”

She placed a steaming cup of ramen next to Taehyung, sliding it up so he wouldn’t knock it over by accident. Looking far too pretty for a PC bang with her hair in a high ponytail, revealing her right ear and her silver cartilage cuff and double lobe piercing. She had a chain going from her cartilage to the simple silver hoops on her earlobe.

“Don’t make a mess or we’ll get in trouble,” she chided, about to walk away. Black and red team hoodie, cropped as usual, with a pair of tight black sweatpants. They were tight because, um, hello, ass.

“What about me?” Jungkook muttered under his breath.

He gave her the side-eye and she raised her eyebrows at him. “Sure.”

She left and Jungkook went back to his Overwatch game.

“Why are you so mean?” Taehyung scolded him. “She’s Seokjin-hyung’s friend. You should at least be respectful.”

“Hmph.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

A cup of steaming ramen appeared by Jungkook’s hand, slid up past his mouse so he wouldn’t knock it over. There was pair of chopsticks over the lid. Through the curled paper top, Jungkook could see a soft-boiled egg, cut in half, laid in its bath of noodles.

“Got an egg for you too, since you’re a growing boy.”

Taehyung laughed and the laughter rang in Jungkook’s ears, long after he had finished the ramen and gone home.

-

“One versus one.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. She was wearing a white cropped sweatshirt with a samurai-looking team logo on it and gray leggings with a team logo going down the side of the pant leg, complete with clean white sneakers. The light gray revealed more than the usual black. She was still way too hot for Jungkook’s liking.

“You want to 1v1 me?” she echoed. “What for?”

Jungkook cocked his chin. “Afraid you’re gonna lose?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Nah, I don’t really care if I lose.”

That pissed him off.

Taehyung nudged her. “What if winner bows to the loser and says, ‘You’re the best’?”

Jimin shook his head. “No, no, they have to get on their knees. Full formal bow, like to kings.”

She rubbed her forehead. “Eh, it’s just some 1v1s. Best of three?”

“Sure.”

They sat down at two computers, facing each other. Slowly but surely, people began to crowd around, picking a side. And of course, tons of people were on her side, because she was a girl. Whatever. His friends split up, watching between her screen and his. They were playing on the Howling Abyss map, three custom one-versus-one games, first kill wins. Two mirror matches where they played the same champion and then the last would be a free-for-all.

First champion was Zed. His pick.

Jungkook won, barely. The only reason he won was because he used his ultimate ability a millisecond before hers. They both died to the execute, but she died a hair’s breadth earlier. She didn’t refute the loss, instead sucking in her cheek.

“Shouldn’t have hesitated, hm.”

The second champion was Yasuo. Her pick.

She destroyed him. Jungkook hadn’t expected it at all. Swipe, swish, dodge. He missed his Q and she knocked him up and ulted him right under his tower. His champion died, and she died right after to the tower shot.

She snickered.

A muscle in Jungkook’s brow twitched. He fucking heard it. He glared at her over the monitor, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was picking her next champion.

Renekton versus Varus.

This was going to be easy. Why would she pick a melee champion into his ranged champion? She cracked her neck, moving her crocodile champion deftly to avoid his Piercing Arrows. No matter. She couldn’t avoid his multiple autoattacks. Jungkook had her cowering under her turret in minutes.  Varus was an archer and Renekton was only a big crocodile with a blade.

A big crocodile that dashed, sliced, stunned, ulted, and chased him to death.

Jungkook’s eyes went wide. She murdered him from full health to zero in seconds. His screen was gray, signaling his champion’s death. The crocodile stood in the center of the lane.

She tapped two keys and the crocodile started dancing.

Jungkook couldn’t even hear the cheers or the high-fives of his friends. He was livid, staring at this crocodile in a cowboy hat dancing on his screen. Taehyung and Jimin had to wrench him from his seat and push him to standing position. She was shaking her head as Seokjin led her in front of Jungkook, who had to be shoved onto his knees.

“It’s not necessary guys, I just got lucky–”

Jungkook gritted his teeth and lowered his head to the floor, saying it loud and clear.

“You’re the best.”

He raised his head with a sharp inhale and she looked apologetic as the chaos of laughter and cheers exploded around them.

Jungkook didn’t just hate her.

He loathed her.

-

Jeon Jungkook really did not want to be in front of this apartment for right now. In fact, he would rather take fifty-thousand volts straight to the nipples than stand in front of this specific apartment door, knowing he was going to knock on it soon. Seokjin's angry voice reigned in his head. 

"Yah! I'm asking you to do your hyung a favor! You live nearby and it's just lifting something heavy. She's your noona and she has wrist braces. I got called into work, so you have to do it. It'll take you two seconds!"

Jungkook didn't understand why it had to be now, on his day off, but Seokjin had said something about her being stubborn, and how she'll probably try anyway and injure herself. If Jungkook didn't have a conscience, he wouldn't have agreed, but he did. Hmph. She did buy him ramen that one time he asked even though she didn't have to. 

Jungkook sighed and mashed the intercom button. It was a pretty nice apartment, more high-end than his. He heard her voice through the door.

"No, Mom, I'm not going on a date with him! He literally sent me a shirtless picture, unprompted–"

The door was yanked open forcibly. Her phone was crammed against her ear, hair loose and messy instead of its usual ponytail, wearing a black League of Legends sweatshirt that looked self-cropped, paired with slinky maroon leggings. She looked flustered and irritated, furrowing her brows at him, as if she wasn't expecting him. 

And, fuck, her thighs and hips still looked deliciously juicy.

"He was skinny and hideous, so you would be very disappointed as a mother-in-law. We wouldn't make pretty kids," she said to the phone, rolling her eyes at the sky. There was an unintelligible yapping as she pressed her phone to her chest, frowning. "You're not Seokjin."

Jungkook shrugged. "He had to work. Asked me to come instead. You just need help lifting your new desktop tower, right?"

-

You knew your mom was going on and on about how she went through all that trouble asking her friend's friend for their son's number, which made it a perfect opportunity to address the young man in front of you right now. Baggy white long-sleeved shirt, gray sweatpants, chunky white sneakers that were impeccably pristine. Either they were new or he was a clean freak. All of his long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and he looked annoyed, although probably not as annoyed as you were with your mom right now. 

You had never really noticed before, but Jeon Jungkook had quite an attractive face. 

"I'm gonna install some extra fans in it, but yeah," you replied, sighing as your mom blurted out your full name, asking if you were listening. You groaned and shoved your phone back to your ear.

"Yes, Mom, I'm listening and, no, still not going on a date. Try again if you're so invested," you muttered as you waved Jungkook in. You gestured for him to take off his shoes. You threw up your hands as your mom accused you of keeping grandchildren from her. "Mom, I'm not going to marry a random guy just because you want to see some babies!" She accused you of being too picky. "How am I being picky? Look at Dad! You were obviously picky too!"

You turned around to see Jungkook inspecting the posters of League fan art and official art prints. Well, he wasn't telling you to get off the phone yet, so you went back to yelling at your mom. 

"What do you mean, he just showed up? Men do not just show up looking prefect and then you get married!" You puffed your cheeks. "I gotta go, Mom. I love you, but give it a rest. It'll happen when it happens."

Your mom shouted at you that she also loved you, but to get knocked up already, for fuck's sake.

You hung up, rubbing your temples. Jungkook was staring at your glass cases of figurines and keychains.

"Sorry about that," you sighed, placing your phone on your desk. "My mom likes to lay out prospective men to me like a platter of weird hor d'oeuvres nobody wants during the wedding reception because we're all waiting to eat actual dinner.”

Jungkook turned from the glass cases and raised an eyebrow. 

It was kind of cute actually. 

You shrugged and looked away, frowning. "You know how parents are. They think they know you, but they're living in a past generation."

"Why is your bed in your living room?" Jungkook asked suddenly, ignoring the entire conversation. That would have annoyed you, but you were already over your mom’s discussion anyway.

The layout of your apartment was front door, kitchen, to large studio space. Your bed was in the center, with your computer setup along the far wall. Two monitors, with a T1 gaming chair, large flat screen television at the foot of the bed, bookshelves and glass cases of stuff crammed all around it. You didn't have a couch, seating area, or even a spare table with a chair. 

You pointed to your computer desk. "So I can game." To the bed. "And then sleep." To the kitchen. "And maybe eat when I'm bored."

Jungkook blinked. "Grown-up of you."

"On the contrary," you countered, placing your hands on your hips. "Being an adult means you can do what you want. Why spend money on a couch you'll never use, when you can spend it on things you actually want?"

He pointed to all the memorabilia around him. "How much did you spend on all this?"

You winced. "Um, let's not talk about that." You pointed to the giant box in front of him. "It just arrived, so let me open it."

You turned around and bent down, rummaging around in the lower drawer of your white L-shaped desk. Your old desktop tower was already in Seokjin's apartment. He had asked earlier if he could salvage it for parts and you let him take it. The motherboard was fucked anyway and you and been wanting an upgrade for a while now. You found your switchblade and went over to the box. Jungkook's eyes widened as you knifed the box open. 

"Can I see that?"

"Mhm," you mumbled as you handed him the blade. 

"It's a fucking dragon, holy shit." He turned the blue chrome in his hand, amazed at the intricate detail of the scales and head. You opened the box excitedly, taking out the manual and packaging, gasping a little as you saw the matte white finish on the metal. 

"Where did you buy this?" Jungkook asked distractedly, closing it. 

"Friend gave it to me. They have different colors too. I'll send you the link if you want," you said as you tried to reach in to grab the desktop tower from the bottom, but it was such a deep box you had to get on your tiptoes.

"Er... s-sure..."

You frowned as your wrist braces got caught in the box. Dammit, you forgot to take them off. 

"Hey!"

You looked up to see Jungkook tossing your knife onto your bed, walking over to you. 

"I'm supposed to do that!"

You frowned at him. "Well, you weren't.” For some reason, his ears were red. It was kind of funny.

"Y-you didn't give me a chance!" He waved his arms. "Move."

You attempted to remove your hands. Nope. They were caught against some flap of packaging or cardboard. You yanked again, carefully, bouncing on your heels. Ack. 

"Erm..." you mumbled, embarrassed. "I'm stuck."

-

At this moment, Jungkook's brain was doing a lot of things. 

He was processing how she had a pretty cool apartment. Maybe he had been a little quick to judge. Her dragon switchblade was badass, after all.  He was also processing that she was single. Although not information Jungkook had been looking for, it was still information his brain (or rather, his dick) was excited about. And finally. 

Jungkook was processing that this woman with a juicy ass was bouncing it in the air as she struggled to retrieve her new gigantic tower from the box. She was basically unintentionally twerking. Jungkook's dick thought, that's fucking awesome, my dude! His brain thought, wait aren’t we supposed to be mad or something? At her declaration that she was stuck, Jungkook's brain told him he had two options.

Slap that ass or help. 

Since Jungkook didn't want to go to jail, he decided on the latter. 

He sighed dramatically, trying to cover up the fact that he had been staring ever since she started bending over, and placed his hands on the corner of the large box. 

"Sheesh," he muttered.

"Hey, what if it falls–"

Jungkook ripped the box open from the corner. 

"Oi!"

Another, smaller box that had been jammed into the side of the desktop tumbled to the ground, along with more packaging. Jungkook saw the Velcro of her black wrist braces – they must have been caught in the tight spacing. She clung into the desktop tower like a monkey, clutching it tightly. His eyes widened seeing the hardware. Wow. The case was something else, matte white metal with a multifaceted black glass front, scattering light as he turned his head. It was a sexy case and by the looks of the receipt that fluttered out – holy shit! – an even sexier build. 

"Damn, that's fucking beautiful," Jungkook breathed. 

"Fuck yeah, it is," she sighed, hugging it. "This is what making money is all about."

There was a long moment as Jungkook watched her make happy noises. It was so cute that he didn't really want to stop her. But then he remembered he was supposed to hate her. Well, not supposed to, but rather he decided he did for... well the reason seemed kind of stupid now, but, whatever, he was sticking with it, however foolish it was. 

“Alright, move, let me lift it,” Jungkook said, somewhat crossly. It sounded harsher than he intended, but he was supposed to loathe her… and he hadn’t been doing a very good job of showing it so far for some reason. He wasn’t regretting it or anything!

She frowned, retreating her hands a little, but still holding the top. “Come here so I can make sure you have a good grip on it.”

Jungkook grumbled and leaned down to place his arms around the tower. He felt her breath against his forehead for a split second before she squatted down to see if he had a secure hold on it. He found himself eye to eye with her, pulse roaring in his ears.

“G-give me some space.”

She frowned at him.

Jungkook frowned back, adding, “Trust me, okay?”

She puffed her cheeks. Then she sighed, standing up. “Okay. Put it on the bed first so I can open it to remove the packaging inside.”

Jungkook hoisted it up, somewhat surprised that it really was heavy. It cut into his hands a bit as he lifted it. He set his jaw and shuffled slightly, placing the tower on the bed, tipping it onto its side.

“Other side. I can’t open it from this one.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue and flipped it over, careful not to jostle it too much. He turned to see her bending over to pick up the extra fallen box. She stood up and he looked away quickly. What was wrong with him? She was just an attractive woman. Who was also good at video games. And also, single. And clearly devoted to the things she liked. Maybe too devoted.

It made him a little jealous, to be honest.

He sat down on her bed, watching her grab a pocket screwdriver from her desk and expertly unscrew the side panel. Her teeth caught her lower lip as she focused, taking it off carefully and placing it beside her. He waited as she pulled out each piece of expandable foam. Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy who was focused only on one thing. He was a jack-of-all-trades, but a master of none. Being proficient at a lot of things might have tamed his ambition to pursue just one.

This also applied to women in his life, to some degree.

“Why have you played League for so long?”

She was opening the extra box, pulling out the extra fans. “Game is always being patched, always changing. You barely play the same version every year. Some people hate that shit,” she chuckled. “But not me. I love readapting and relearning.”

Jungkook frowned. “Isn’t it a pain in the ass?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Everything grows. Everyone changes. You stay the same, you phase out of relevance.”

Those words stuck to him. He furrowed his brows as she worked. What was she so wise for? What was she so cool for? Why couldn’t she just be boring, annoying, or stupid? Maybe then his reasons for not liking her would seem less frivolous. He sucked on his teeth, seeing how skillfully her fingers worked despite the wrist braces. It was obvious she knew what she was doing.

“Why spend so much?” Jungkook scoffed. “You don’t need a build this good to play League.”

She shrugged. “I play other games too. And besides,” she added, eyes flickering to him, narrowing. “It’s my money.” Her eyes flashed. “I wanted it. I got it.”

He felt his heart leap to his throat. Why was she having this effect on him? It was pissing him off. Her eyes lowered again as she screwed another fan in.

“If you want to go home, door is right there. I can do this myself.”

Jungkook snorted. “You can’t lift that thing.”

“So why are you being a prick?” she shot back, cocking an eyebrow. She placed the screwdriver down and glared at him, flexing her wrist. “You never liked me, Jungkook. I know you don’t. I don’t know why Seokjin sent you, considering he can probably tell too.” She cracked her neck, the sound splitting through the air. She smirked, sending a chill down his spine.

“That’s why I target you every game. You’re hilarious when you lose.”

-

You could see your words were working Jungkook up, vein popping out in his forehead. Hmph, serves him right. Who did he think he was, questioning why you did the things you do? He didn’t know you. He didn’t even try to know you, not that it mattered. You were simply annoyed that he kept prodding you for no reason at all.

“Those were my stomping grounds,” Jungkook growled disdainfully. “That was my PC bang, until you showed up for a few weeks to win everyone over.”

You laughed.

Disbelievingly, arching an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” you snickered. He was getting angrier and angrier but you didn’t care, still laughing. “That’s why you’re a dick to me? Because I’m so much better at League of Legends than you are? Because I won a couple games at a public PC bang? Hate to break it to you, but there are tons of people better than me.”

Jungkook scowled, looking away from you. Didn’t matter now. You were on a roll.

“Or is it because I’m a girl?” you taunted. “Your fragile male ego can’t handle that I’m better than you, hm?” You scoffed, replacing the side panel and screwing it back on. “Pathetic.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook snapped his head back, snarling. “I hate you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You and your attitude, you and your generosity, you and your charisma,” he hissed, lifting himself off the bed. With his long hair tied back, you could visibly see his anger flaring in his dark eyes. “Cool, confident, smart – fuck you.” He was advancing, but to you he was a puppy yapping away, all bark and no bite. “And to make it worse, you’re fucking hot as hell too.”

Now you raised both eyebrows, but Jungkook was ignoring you, hands balled into fists, looking unashamedly down your body, fixated on your hips and thighs.

“I hate it,” he growled. “I hate that I have no good reason to hate you and I hate that I want to touch you. I hate that I want to fuck you and make you scream my name, and I hate that you make me feel this way. I fucking loathe you.”

Jungkook made eye contact with you again. Chest heaving, eyes glaring, jaw clenched, entire body trembling with fury. He was taller than you, bigger than you, stronger than you. You knew that, he knew that. But you were far too seasoned to be frightened by this display.

Jeon Jungkook was just a peacock.

You crossed your arms and shifted your weight to one hip, using your right index finger to point.

“The tower goes on the desk, far left.”

You waited. You were fully prepared for Jungkook to flip you the bird and stomp out. Prepared for him to yell at you some more. Or attempt to touch you. Your switchblade was still on the bed, within your reach. You weren’t dumb.

But Jungkook surprised you.

He sucked in a deep breath and turned away from you, carefully picking up the desktop and adjusting it so the weight was distributed evenly before he lifted it off the bed. You watched as he carried it to your desk, cautious to lift it high enough so it didn’t hit the side of the table. You picked up your tools, putting them on the nightstand as he slid the tower into place.

“Here?” he said gruffly, not looking at you.

“Yeah,” you replied, still keeping your distance from him.

It looked good, white tower on your white desk with your white peripherals. If only they made the monitors you liked in white too. At least the black glass accents on the desktop matched the black monitors. Your temporarily forget about Jungkook’s outburst and grabbed the power cord, eager to plug your new desktop in.

Jungkook moved out of the way as you knelt to dive under the desk. You had a system to hide the cords that involved a narrow, hinged cabinet underneath your desk. You got on your knees, rearranging the cords neatly, retrieving the cables of your mouse and keyboard. You couldn’t wait to have a working computer again.

-

Jungkook couldn’t believe she had nothing to say to his confession. Nothing. Not even disgust at his spiteful, dirty words. She was just absorbed in her new computer, ass and thighs in his vision once again as she rummaged underneath her desk, making him wonder about how it would be like to take her from behind.

Probably amazing.

She finally stood up, giving him a surprised look as she noticed he was still there.

“That’s it. You can go home now,” she remarked absentmindedly as she shifted the tower to plug in all the cables. “You know where the door is.”

A muscle in his eye twitched. She tucked hair behind her right ear, the silver chain from her cartilage to her earlobe glittering in the apartment lights. Fuck, why did he want to stare at her so much? Why did he want to apologize and say he was sorry for being an asshole? She wasn’t even asking for an apology or even acknowledging him and he was desperate to be accepted.

“I want to see you turn it on,” Jungkook muttered. “You got RGB lights, didn’t you?”

She chuckled. “You know it.”

He waited, watching her install everything. After a moment, she turned back and walked towards him. His heart thumped erratically in his chest, but she reached past him, taking the other box off the bed and placing it on the desk. Jungkook frowned. She found what she was looking for and continued, oblivious to his inner struggle. Plugged her two HDMIs in, snapped in the Ethernet. Combined the cables with cord trappers and neatly arranged them.

He had nothing else better to do, that’s all. That was the only reason he was there. Jungkook wasn’t feeling remorseful or anything. He found himself twisting his hands in his lap anxiously. Stupid. Ugh, he felt so fucking dumb.

-

You scratched your head. Was that everything? Seemed like it. You chewed on your lip before pressing the monitor buttons. Hesitated for half a second, finger hovering over the desktop.

You pressed the power button.

The computer hummed, lights glimmering in a steady rainbow. Your lips parted, seeing the mechanical monster come to life. You grinned. The ASUS ROG keychain on your headset stand now matched your computer. Was it overkill? Fuck yeah it was, but so were you.

You reached over to the remote attached to the wall and pressed the button. The RGB lights behind your computer glowed, matching the new tower.

“That’s sexy as fuck.”

You ignored to Jungkook’s gasps behind you, grabbing your chair to pull it up to your desk, typing quickly to start the setup. It was much faster than your last computer. Investing in a better motherboard was definitely worth.

“You’re insane,” Jungkook said behind you. His elbow rested on the back of your chair as he watched. At this point you had already picked a password. “You named your computer Elder Dragon?”

You smiled. “I like dragons.”

He chuckled, the vibration tickling your ear. He wouldn’t be surprised at the first thing you downloaded, even before Chrome. League of Legends was already downloading before you got to Google Chrome.

“You’re predictable.”

“Not as predictable as you.”

He stiffened at your response.

Maybe it was time to address the elephant in the room. You inhaled deeply and pushed away from your desk, breaking his hold on your gaming chair. Elbow resting on the armrest, cheek against your fist. Now that you were sitting down, your thighs spread out on the seat, straining against the maroon fabric of your leggings.

“Listen here, Jungkook,” you started, stressing his name. “I don’t care if you hate me. Maybe you thought you were some king that got dethroned or something. Don’t care. I have no reason to go to that PC bang anymore, thanks to my new friend here.” You patted your new computer. “My whole intent was only to visit and get my League fix. So, you can go back to your kingdom without having to worry about me.” You cocked your chin, locking eyes with him, fearless. You gestured all around you. “I like what I like. I am what I am.”

You stood up, getting into his face.

Didn’t matter if for a second you thought he was still quite handsome. He was just a petty idiot who needed to be put back into his place. And you had no problem humbling a man. You brought your face close to his.

“Not my fault if you turn me into a character in your head and make me something I’m not.”

He was breathing shallowly, dark brown orbs locked with yours, deer-in-headlights look on his face. You had his full attention. You narrowed your eyes, searching his expression, wondering what he was thinking. Well, you could guess. Your lips curved into a slow smile as you witnessed the blush from his ears creeping to his cheeks.

“You’re all talk, little bunny,” you whispered, making sure your breath lingered on his lips. “How about you run on home with your tail between your legs and stay out of the wolf’s den?”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed, the brown deepening to black as he lowered his head.

“I’m no appetizer, noona,” he growled softly. “I’m the fucking dinner you’ve been waiting for.”

You smirked. “You couldn’t fill my belly with your tiny bunny body.”

And then you shoved him.

You shoved him, because you could. Because why not? These past couple weeks hanging with Seokjin and his friends had been fun. Fun, except for Jeon Jungkook and his apparent distaste for you that was just poorly shrouded lust. But why did you care? He was acting like a kid with a temper tantrum and you didn’t have to take that shit.

You didn’t have to and you weren’t going to.

Jungkook tried to grab your wrist but you darted out of the way, pushing him again. He stumbled backwards towards your bed and you hooked your shin behind his knees. His eyes widened and he tripped, falling backward onto the bed with a loud flump. Instantly, you jabbed your finger into his chest, standing between his open legs. He froze, staring up at you.

You curled your lip, pressing your fingertip into his sternum. Your nail dug into his shirt and Jungkook gasped sharply, transfixed by your reigning gaze.

“Bang,” you breathed. “Got you, little bunny.”

-

This was not the position Jungkook expected to be in.

Didn’t really matter though, because his dick was certainly not complaining.

She removed her finger from his chest and surveyed him through her lashes. He stiffened as she raised her hands, spreading her fingers out elegantly, cocking her head at him. Then she ran them down his white shirt, nails grazing against his torso. The gasps tore out of him involuntarily, his spine arching at the delicate touch, eyelids fluttering. His breathing hitched as she reached his thighs.

“You’re a liar, Jungkook.”

He pried his eyes open, not sure when he closed them. Her hands clasped the outside of his thighs and pushed them inward, pressing them against her own. He nearly moaned. Even though the layers of clothing, Jungkook could feel the softness of her thighs, bowing and spilling over his muscular ones. It was such a stark, sensual contrast that for a brief moment, he forgot that he had pride. He just tensed his thighs, staring at hers and the pronounced v-line of her crotch, so turned on that his dick was making a tent and blocking his damn view.

She leaned down, placing her forearms on his chest lazily, her right hand on his heart, tapping slowly.

“You sure you hate me?” She inspected her nails before letting her eyes flicker back to his flushed, torn expression. “Or what was the word you used? Loathe?”

He was breathing hard. She rose and fell with his chest. She pressed her hips into his and he groaned, rolling his crotch into hers. She cocked an eyebrow, not reacting otherwise.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, pressing his head back into her sheets. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid. I know it is, but I can’t help it,” he panted, inching to put his hands on her, but not doing it because he was clinging onto his icy pride that was slowly dissolving in her heat.

His heart was racing so fast that he felt lightheaded.

-

You raised your right hand off his heart.

Then you placed your fingers on his throat, walking them up his hot skin, tapping his Adam’s apple. Jungkook’s body jumped under you, exhaling a hot breath. You snickered, continuing your way upward, up his chin, trailing his cheekbone. Then you slid your hand up his temple, leaning down more, pressing his erection into his lower stomach.

You looked into his dark brown eyes, pupils blown wide, pink lips quivering.

“My mom would never pick a guy like you,” you murmured softly, stroking his hairline. “Too young, too headstrong, too childish.” His chest was against your chest, your breasts pressed against his sculpted pecs. “But you want to know a secret?”

Jungkook blinked at you, licking his lips.

“What?” he finally got out in a breathless whisper. He had a lovely voice.

You tilted your head, lips getting closer and closer to his.

“Guys like you always want women like me,” you purred. “And I think we’d make pretty babies, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as you curled your hand around his head, lips suddenly against his, kissing him deeply. He smelled nice, clean like fabric softener. You felt his hands find your waist, pulling you closer, eyes closing as he moaned into your kiss.

It wasn’t like the kisses other men gave you. Those were fumbling, nervous kisses, intimated by your aura. It didn’t matter if you initiated or not, men were always scared of you when it came to sex. It made you resort to one-night stands and fleeting flings, which probably explained your mom’s adamant thought process that you were doing it on purpose. You weren’t. You could just tell you were too much for most guys and they wouldn’t be faithful to you.

But this was not so with Jungkook.

Jungkook kissed you like you were oxygen, hands gripping your waist for dear life, tongue tracing your lips, taking your breath away. You could tell he had a complex set of emotions, and he worked through them as he kissed you, lost in your taste, gasping as you breathed into his mouth.

His fingers slipped to your leggings and grasped the waistband tightly, yanking them up. You flinched slightly, drawing back a little.

“You trying to give me a damn camel toe or what?” you grimaced as you felt him pull harder.

Jungkook smirked. “I am.”

You raised an eyebrow as he looked down, groaning at the visual effect.

“Fuck, look, it’s so fucking sexy,” he breathed, biting his lip so hard you saw his skin turn white. “You always wear such tight pants, ugh, it makes me so fucking horny looking at you.” His hands slid down your hips, squeezing them, almost drooling.

You chuckled. “My pants aren’t tight. The fashion industry just doesn’t make my pant size.”

Jungkook raised himself from the bed and you backed up, not wanting to knock into him. You couldn’t go far though, because he had a death grip on your thighs, sinking his fingers into your flesh, desperate noises deep in his throat.

“Then I’m grateful for them, because you look amazing in leggings,” he panted, pressing his forehead against yours, still staring down at you. His hands slid up to your ass, swallowing hard as he kneaded you. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful ass in my entire life.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, losing your balance slightly with his touch.

His eyes rose, locking with yours. “But you know that, don’t you?”

You knew he could see the mischievous glint in your eyes. “Hm?”

Jungkook set his jaw. He suddenly withdrew one of his hands and smacked your ass. The sound was so loud that it reverberated off your apartment walls.

And you didn’t move, unfazed, still smirking, skin stinging.

“Yeah, you fucking know,” Jungkook growled. “That’s why every top you wear is cropped.”

You chuckled. “Only when I’m relaxing. I put that shit away at work.”

He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you again, softer this time, but just as erotic, tongue rubbing against yours, whispering your name against your lips, ignoring honorifics. He wasn’t very good with them to begin with and you doubted he was going to start now with the way he was manhandling your ass.

It was nice kissing Jungkook. You could get used to this.

You ran your hands up his neck, ruining his perfect ponytail a little, nipping at his lower lip.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” you murmured, kissing his jaw, pulling his head back by the hair to expose his throat. “I can skip the whole you sending me an unsolicited shirtless picture, and you don’t have to sit around and hate jack off to my ass.”

You felt Jungkook freeze up beneath you as you licked his neck, speaking into his skin. His Adam’s apple trembled under your lips. You smirked.

“Unless you already have.”

“Er…”

You traced his neck, breathing onto his shivering skin.

“I’m going to give you a hickey, so I really hope you don’t have someone you’re trying to impress.”

He dug his fingers into your ass, pressing you into his crotch.

“Only you.”

You licked his skin and blew on it, making him shudder. “Maybe a few then,” you whispered.

Lips on his throat, kissing up and down, catching his skin in between your teeth, sucking hard and licking the irritated skin softly. Jungkook was humping your hips now, moaning desperately, but you ignored him, making out with his neck, littering it with red and purple love marks until he was gasping for air, begging you by name.

“Need more…” he panted. “Need to see more of you.”

You leaned back to inspect your handiwork of bruises, all over his neck, seeing his disheveled face, strands of black all over his forehead, cheeks hollowed out, mouth open, eyes hooded with lust.

Smirk on your lips.

“You sure? Don’t want to save any surprises for later?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you, grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

And he yanked up, so forcefully that you had to tip your head back and raise your hands up to avoid getting caught in the fabric as he pulled it up and over your head. You wore simple underwear, as seamless as possible. Your black bra was molded to your chest, cupping your breasts. He tossed the sweatshirt aside, and you placed your right wrist in your left hand, stretching it out under the brace.

You had a feeling you might need to use your hands with this one.

Jungkook tried to reach for your bra but you slapped his hands away, pushing him down again, looking down your nose at him.

“Listen here, little bunny.”

Your lips curved into an authoritative smirk.

“You may have called the shots with all those former flings you’ve had. But this is my kingdom. Be careful. The shooters get shot here.” You placed your fingertips on his shirt, bunching it up, smirk widening as his breathing hitched. “Anything you do to me, it’s because I let you do it to me.”

You gripped his shirt and lifted it up, all the way to his collarbones. Not touching him, hovering your fingertips over his heaving chest.

“Don’t you forget it.”

Then you dropped to your knees and yanked his pants down.

-

Jungkook’s cock was so hard that it slapped him in the lower belly as she flung his gray sweatpants off. He gasped at the uncomfortable recoil, feeling the pre-cum smear onto his skin. He had a lot of smart remarks prepared, but they all vanished as she forced his thighs apart, nipping at the sensitive skin in between his thighs and crotch.

“Fuck!”

Her tongue slapped his balls, swiping back and forth, growling his name. Nails digging into his flexed muscle, chuckling as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, his cock hitting her nose, dripping pre-cum onto her forehead.

He had never been assaulted like this. For sure, Jungkook definitely still wanted to plow his dick right into her pussy and slap her ass at the same time. But at least once in his life, he wanted a girl to rip his pants down and have their way with him. The girls he knew always wanted him to take over, always wanted him to initiate. Ex-girlfriends always asked him to lead.

He was cool with that, but it was still a fantasy.

A fantasy that was literally being fulfilled right now by someone Jungkook’s petty little brain decided he hated and Jungkook was beginning to think he was actually a fucking idiot.

Her mouth opened and her tongue stuck out, glistening with saliva. It collected on the tip of her tongue and she wiggled it slightly in his vision. At some point, he had gotten to his elbows so he could stare down at her. He had no idea when that happened or why, but his body was in another dimension now as she gripped his dick and let the saliva dribble down. It plopped onto the swollen, red head, trickling down his thick length.

“Don’t tease me,” Jungkook growled.

Her tongue darted out and licked him once. He gasped, clutching her sheets.

“Maybe that’s all I’m gonna do,” she mocked, smacking her lips right next to the head. He moaned, feeling the heat of her breath. She reached back and unhooked her bra with one hand. His eyes were glued to her chest as she retreated her hand, bra straps falling down her shoulders. “What makes you think you deserve to cum after you’ve been such a prick to me?”

She let the bra fall and he sucked in a breath, seeing the swell of her breasts, perfect nipples sticking out. She noticed him watching and pulled lightly at them, engorging them a little more.

“Fuck…”

She slid forward, collecting more saliva on her tongue. Pushed her breasts together, creating a crevice of cleavage that his cock fitted into, lacing her fingers over the top because of his thickness. She opened her mouth, saliva dripping down, smacking his cock with slickness, splashing over her tits.

Alright, now Jungkook could officially say any reason he had for hating her was stupid as shit.

She cocked her head, body rolling into his dick.

His eyelids fluttered, moan so long and lustful that all he could do was stare at the ceiling, cock throbbing into her slick, wet skin. So soft, so pleasurable as she tit-fucked him nice and slow, letting him enjoy the sensation of the head popping into her breasts and then popping out, fingertips adding to the sensation as they held him in place.

“Heh, look at you, so dirty and needy.” If Jungkook had his sanity, he would be pissed that she was mocking him, but she was speeding up, tightening her grip around his dick, breasts squashing against his stiffness. “Poor little bunny wants to cum so bad, doesn’t he? You wanna cum all over these tits, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, please, fuck, fuck…”

The bottom of her breasts was smacking his balls, coating them with wetness, stimulating them too. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Her jaw clenched, eyebrow arching.

“Should I let you? Hm, Jungkook?” 

Faster, tighter, fuck, fuck, fuck, he was so fucking close. Was that pathetic whining of please don’t stop, please, please, fuck, don’t stop him? He couldn’t tell anymore, his eyes fixated on her face and her tits and the purple-red head of his cock disappearing and reappearing in her cleavage. 

“Maybe if you promise to scream my name when you cum, hm? Since you hate me so much and all. Let the neighbors know who made you feel so good. Nice and loud, so they know how much you want me and my body.”

She was slowing down, oh no, oh no, oh fuck…

“Anything,” he gasped out. “I’ll scream for you, please, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

She did stop, for a split second, and Jungkook nearly sobbed, and then actually felt tears spring into his eyes when her hot mouth took over, enveloping his throbbing cock. So wet, so tight, so much stimulation as she sucked him into the back of her throat, so deep that he felt the tears leak down, throwing his head back as she deep-throated him. It was so intense, the way she hollowed out her cheeks and choked the head. It cut off his climb to orgasm a little and prolonged it, edging him as he felt his stomach flip-flop, confused on what to do or how to react to his dick being, well, manhandled like a little bitch.

It felt amazing.

Her hands gripped his thighs, holding him down as she sucked him off, tongue pressing him into the roof of her mouth. His hands snaked down, grasping at her hair, meeting her descent with an extra push of his palm so the sensitive head rammed the back of her throat. She growled a little but didn’t stop, increasing the speed and the suction. He was losing his mind, thinking back to all those moments when he was home, fucking his own hand because all he could think about was her ass and what it would feel like to rub his cock between her buttocks, but fuck, he should have been thinking about her lips, because, holy hell, was there ever a hotter image than her plump lips swallowing him whole?

Her name tore out of his throat, slightly shrill and booming against the walls, filling up the entire space with his voice. His cock exploded and it knocked the wind out of his lungs, turning his shout into a long wail as he felt it violently jerk in her mouth, pumping his orgasm down her throat. She swallowed it, vulgar gulping accompanying his dying gasps.

Jungkook had never came so hard in his entire life.

Maybe he should have been ashamed with how easily he had been commanded into this submissive position, but he was too busy enjoying the instant softness of the once demanding mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue suddenly ghosting around the head, wrapping it with so much spit that her lips glossed over his scorching skin.

“S-so good… Fuck, you’re so good…”

She lapped at his cock, delicate lengthy licks. Pleasure wafted over him, blanketing him as her tongue encased the pulsating head.

Jungkook’s eyes opened slowly. His vision was almost hazy with how euphoric he felt. He reached up and wiped his eyes, surprised to find tears and sweat mixed together.

-

You released him from your mouth. Your throat and jaw ached, but you still grinned, seeing his stunned expression and glazed eyes. Those dark brown orbs drifted to you, his chest shuddering. He looked good like this. Sprawled out on your bed, used, spent.

You wondered if you would also look good if the positions were reversed.

You stood up. Your tits and chin were caked with pre-cum and saliva. His eyes widened as he saw your body, chest bare and messy, leggings still tight against your hips, the middle seam digging into your pussy, causing the lips to puff around it.

And you stared at him, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, ponytail mussed, white shirt collected around his pecs, muscles rippling with every breath. Gray sweatpants bunched around his ankles, having had no time to remove them. Thick thighs tense, cock and balls so pretty you were quite sure they were the most attractive genitals you had ever seen.

Smirk on your lips.

Hm, maybe you would have to thank Seokjin for sending this punk to do his bidding.

“That’s all you got, little bun?” you teased. You gripped the sides of your leggings, pulling them up harder. It hurt a little, but that didn’t bother you. The hungry look in Jungkook’s eyes was more than enough to make up for it. You rocked your hips, stretching the fabric over your folds. He groaned at your action; eyes fixated in between your legs.

“So predictable,” you taunted. “You little snack wasn’t enough for the hungry wolf.” You ran your tongue over your teeth, curling your fingers around the top of your leggings. Slowly slipping them down, down your waist. Jungkook was frozen, staring at you. Your panties were stuck to your leggings. Part of you wanted them to stay put, but such was the way of such tight pants. Oh well. You lowered your voice, tone turning imposing.

“Don’t touch me until I let you.”

You snapped your teeth sharply, stopping right before your pussy was revealed. He could only see the top of your mound, straining against the waistband. You turned around, showing him the plushness of your ass pouring over the tightness. You turned your head back to see him moaning softly, cock already hardening.

You grinned.

“This is the throne you want to sit on, isn’t it?”

And then you shoved your leggings down, bending over to step out of them. Your juices snapped against your thighs, sloppy and viscous. You heard Jungkook sit up and you snapped back around, narrowing your eyes at him. He grabbed fistfuls of his white shirt, shaking his head furiously.

“I wasn’t going to touch you,” he gritted out, knuckles white. “I only wanted a better view.”

Your eyes flickered to the clothing in his hands.

“Take it off.”

He hurried to obey, yanking it up and over his head. Your eyes widened.

You had seen a little of his tattoos because he had a few tiny ones on his hand. But he had more, all up his right arm, song lyrics, flowers, a skeleton hand with the rock-and-roll salute, and more. You sort of pegged him as the typical pretty boy who got tattoos because they were trendy, but his tattoos were well-done, with obvious thought put into the black ink on his light brown skin.

Also, he was ripped which, admittedly, was very nice.

His dark eyes opened, brows furrowed, jaw clenched, a picturesque specimen of a fucking attractive man who was very desperate to fuck you. Jeon Jungkook was a whole damn meal.

And he wanted you to devour him.

You licked your lips.

Yum.

-

For a split second, Jungkook realized her eyes were exploring his body with awe. He smirked. She was human after all. Then her eyes hardened, tongue running over her lips. Her leg lifted and she placed it beside him on the bed, sliding the other between his open thighs. Hand on his right shoulder, nails digging into his skin. His breath caught in his throat.

Fuck.

He had to memorize this picture of her body hovering over him, muscles taut and ready to pounce, the curve of her waist-to-ass so prominent because of her pose, pussy glistening with arousal, tits and nipples caked with pre-cum and saliva, and the look in her eyes, flint-like and predatory, so very voracious that he shivered in delight.

Her thumb came up and pressed against his lower lip.

“Well,” she murmured softly, teasing smile forming on her lips. “Maybe I could stand a shirtless picture from you.”

Jungkook grinned as she removed her hand. “Oh?”

She cocked her head, mischief in her eyes. “I only said maybe.”

Her fingers danced down her side, tracing the shape of her ribcage, waist, to hips. His eyes followed the movement, dancing inward, crawling closer and closer to her heat. He could smell it, the strong scent of sex. Damnnit. He had to convince her somehow to let him touch her. His fingers itched to dip into that honey dripping between her thighs.

“Looks like you have a leakage there,” he breathed, eyes flickering back to her face. “I could help.”

She smirked.

Fuck.

She slid her fingers in between her folds, smearing her juices all over them. The slightest hint of a moan gracing his ears paired with the lewd squelch of her fingers digging into her pussy, scooping it out.

“You are…” Jungkook swallowed hard. “Way freakier than I thought.”

Her fingers pulled out, shiny and slick with her wetness. She raised them up to his face, centimeters away from his nose, letting him smell her. He inhaled sharply, shuddering. He couldn’t describe it, except that it was the most arousing scent he had ever encountered.

She lowered her hand and took his with her clean one, placing it on her hip. Finally, fuck. He sank his fingers into her flesh, moaning at the feeling of her smooth skin and soft plushness. His body jolted as her fingertips touched his cock, smearing her juices all over the sensitive head.

“A-ah…” He whimpered her name, hand sliding back and gripping her ass. Oh, God. Her lubrication on his cock paired with the satisfying feeling of finally having his hands on this perfect ass was making him hard, throbbing against the slickness. She rubbed her juices all over him, sliding his length between her fingers, so slippery but so good. She gripped him, stroking him slowly, the wrist brace cutting into him a little but he didn’t care, lost in her eyes.

“You gonna let me use this cock, little bunny?” she purred, leaning in, looking at him through her lashes. Her eyebrow ticked, licking her lips. “Not that you have a choice, since you’re mine now.”

His heartbeat ricocheted at her words.

“Am I? Who decided that?” he growled, trying to sound more unaffected than he felt.

Her head dipped down, right next to his ear. Hot breath on his earlobe, making him shiver.

“I did.”

A burning shudder electrified him at her words.

“I did, because your other hand has somehow found its way to my ass, you bad little bunny.”

Oh fuck. She was right. He was massaging her ass with both hands now, spreading the cheeks, smacking them back together. Breathing shallow, erratic, so turned on that his head was cloudy and hazy as if he was drunk.

“Since you like my ass so much, I’ll let you fuck me from behind.”

The moan that he emitted was animalistic and feral. He dug his nails into her flesh, creating crescents of lust on her skin.

“I’m a generous wolf, aren’t I?” she chuckled darkly.

-

You released him again and moved around him, crawling onto the bed. Jungkook spun around, following your ass, entranced, so hard that his thick cock was bobbing in the air with his movement. He was sweating a little from your relentless teasing and every muscle was tense, rippling with movement, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. His ponytail bounced slightly above him.

This was going to be good.

You reached over to your nightstand, opening the drawer and throwing a condom at him. He caught it with one hand, raising an eyebrow.

“You fuck that often?”

You smirked. “What are men good for but fucking?”

Jungkook cocked his head, matching your smirk. “Lifting heavy things.”

Ah, touché. You got on your knees, wiggling your hips at him. He sucked in a tight breath. You heard the condom being ripped open. You placed your hands on the bed and looked back at him, him and his ravenous dark eyes, completely focused on your form, pink lips wet and glistening. You flexed your pussy, opening and closing your silt and he gasped, hissing your name.

“You won’t need any other man after me,” he snarled, scooting himself forward and grabbing your hips roughly. “I guarantee it.”

You felt the head press against your silt. You bit your lip, feeling him rub it against you, teasing you. The only moment he had control over, so you let him have it. You could tell he wanted you to beg for it, to plead for him, but you simply balanced your chin on the back of your hand, body twisted slightly, looking amused at him.

“You going to play around, Jeon Jungkook, or are you going to fuck this pussy the way you’ve always dreamed of?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You couldn’t take it.”

“You couldn’t give it,” you countered.

You saw his brows furrow in anger and he shoved his cock into you with one swift stroke. You had to bite the inside of your cheek so you wouldn’t react as surprised as you actually were. Fuck! He filled you all the way to your cervix, the position probably helping, and he was thick, stretching you out considering you hadn’t done any prior prep before. You steeled your gaze, smirking smugly as you saw his eyelids flutter closed, gasping at your tightness, fingertips bruising your skin with how tightly he was holding you.

Any pain you felt only heightened the pleasure of Jungkook’s cock throbbing inside you.

You squeezed his length and he hissed, clenching his jaw. His eyes opened, staring down at you, trying to control you, but he had no power here. It didn’t matter if he was dick-deep inside your pussy and clenching your ass, looking so fucking good with his tattoos flexed and his delicious abs and pecs glistening in your overhead lights.

“I told you,” you said slowly, clenching around him with every word, making him gasp. “This is my kingdom.”

And then you rolled your hips into his crotch. Jungkook moaned, head tipping back, ponytail bobbing as you smacked your ass into him, his balls hitting your clit satisfyingly, making you smear your wetness all over them. He locked his thighs and you fucked him from below, slapping your hips together, your soft thighs against his hard muscular ones, such a wonderful juxtaposition that even your breathing deepened, enjoying the feeling of using his large, thick cock like a tool.

“Why are y-you so fucking tight?” he groaned. “F-fuck, I can’t, I can’t…”

“You fucking will,” you growled menacingly. “Come on, Jungkook.” His head rolled forward, eyes glazed over and you brought his focus back with your demands. “I thought you hated me? Hm? Thought you hated how much you wanted me?”

His jaw clenched, veins appearing on his neck.

“Spank my ass then. Punish me.”

Your eyes bore into his.

“Little bunny.”

He growled your name, raising his hand and smacking your ass, hard. Your body jerked at the force, skin stinging painfully, but you just cackled, enjoying the pain, relishing in his frustration. Still fucking him back with every slap, his open palm creating a huge red mark, but it felt so good, so hot and intense, getting you wetter and wetter. It made you feel powerful, knowing that you could provoke him, knowing that you could push all his buttons so that Jungkook was giving you the hardest, roughest, most gratifying fuck of your life, obscene and loud and far too much for the middle of the afternoon, but neither of you cared, pleasure erupting in your lower stomach as you came all over his cock, squeezing him so hard he stopped spanking your ass to grip onto your hips, forcing you to hold still so he could feel it massage him all over.

“Shit,” Jungkook gasped. “Fuck, I almost came, oh God, your tight little pussy feels so good when you cum for me…”

He was edging himself with your pussy. Your heartbeat raced at the thought. There was absolutely no way you were going to let this be the last fuck between you two. You would chain him to the bed if you had to.

“Your ass is red,” he choked out, staring at it.

“You’re welcome.”

He chuckled, inhaling sharply as he began to thrust into you, slowly. “Fuck, I’m so hard. It almost hurts, that’s how fucking hard I am for you.” His eyes drifted up your back, to your eyes watching him, head twisted back to admire the image. His face was flushed, sweat glistening on his forehead. You squeezed him as he slowly fucked you and he gritted his teeth.

“Please…”

You could tell Jungkook was pushing all of his pride down, the words being torn from him because of your pussy clamping down around his cock, dragging the words out.

“Please let me cum,” he rasped out, glaring at you heatedly, knowing he had to say it so that you even consider it. “Please, noona, fuck…” You matched his slow thrusts, pressing back into him and his expression changed, frantic as he dug his nails into your ass, adding pinpricks of pain. “Let me cum, please, I need it…”

His begging eyes reflected your form like glass. The mole underneath his lower lip trembled. You could tell he was losing his mind a little with how long you were making him wait for an answer. Your lips curved into a wicked smile.

“You’re going to have to fuck me harder than that if you want me to scream for you.”

He whined, obliging you, but his brows were furrowed, chewing his lip raw to prevent himself from orgasming. Hs hips rammed into you and you locked your knees as he fucked you hard into your own bed, flaring pleasure radiating up from your core. You moaned, finally letting yourself enjoy it, hands clutching your pillows. His large, swollen cock rubbed against your walls, veins imprinting into you as he smacked your cervix with the head, trying to go as deep and as hard as possible, practically spearing you in half.

“Ah, yes, Jungkook, fuck, that’s it, give it to me…”

“Need you to scream my name,” he half-snarled, half-pleaded. “Scream my name so I can fucking cum, please.”

You held back as long as you could, burying your face into your sheets as he assaulted your pussy, ramming himself into you animalistically as his balls slapped your swollen clit, driving you over the edge, pain and pleasure so high you threw your head back, his name guttural and raw from your throat.

“Cum for me, Jungkook, fuck, now.”

Your orgasm shattered into you, shooting throughout your nerves, a mixed moan and cry of Jungkook’s name once again as it showered over you, a plethora of pleasure. Jungkook choked on air, gasping as he shot into the condom, the thick spurts so much that you felt his cock jolt with force, hitting your spasming walls. He felt so good. His cock trembled inside you, shaking as your pussy closed in around him, draining his cock dry. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling.

Ah, Jeon Jungkook felt so, so good.

“Ugh,” Jungkook winced, reaching between your bodies and gripping the condom. “I’m so sensitive, fuck…”

You felt him pull out. There was so much in the condom that your felt it smack against your leg. You brushed your hair out of your face, turning around. He peeled it off gingerly, whimpering as he removed it. You took it from him, humming to yourself before you rolled over to toss it in the trash.

“What?” he snapped, annoyance creeping in his features. His ponytail was all kinds of fucked up, leaving long black strands all around his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw. “Not enough for you, you demented freak?”

You shrugged, unbothered by his name calling. “I was just thinking we would make pretty babies, that’s all.”

Jungkook looked taken aback. “What.” Not a question this time, just pure shock.

You were taking off your wrist braces, setting them aside. They definitely needed to be washed after this. The imprint of the tight brace was evident on your skin. You rubbed it lightly and suddenly Jungkook’s long fingers closed in around your wrist, massaging it. It was your turn to blink in surprise, raising your head to make eye contact with him.

He was frowning, not looking at you, cheeks and ears flushed red.

“We have to go on dates first,” he muttered. “Get to know each other and stuff. Then get married after a while.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh? Why do you we need to do all that when you already decided how you feel about me?”

Jungkook frowned, moving to your other wrist. “I’m sorry, okay? It was childish of me,” he grumbled, clearly not wanting to say it. He massaged your wrist carefully, still not looking at you. “But we have to date. You made me shout your name throughout the entire complex. We can’t not be together.” He finally shifted his eyes to you, narrowing his eyes at your amused expression. “Wipe that arrogant smirk off your face.”

You stared into his dark brown eyes for so long that Jungkook’s harsh demeanor faltered, his face getting redder and redder.

“What…?”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. This was your kingdom, after all. Having a king would be nice.

“I think my mom is going to like you, little bunny.”

“D-don’t call me that unless w-we’re…”

You brushed your lips against his, gazing into his eyes playfully.

“Fucking?”

-

part ii

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masterpost

[jojo-reader-hell]

We’re not getting off this Poly Train until y’all realize we can have Erina x Reader x Jonathan: Modern AU

The muffled whisper of the pilot wakes you from a deep sleep where you’re ninety nine percent sure you had your mouth open. Fifteen minutes to landing, weather is rainy, he spouts off the temperature but you don’t really pay attention because there’s a very intense pair of blue eyes trained on you, chubby hands patting your chest in a demand.

“I’m sorry honey... you been awake long?”

Tiny fingers pluck at your top, far too chubby and uncoordinated to work the small buttons but his intellect is startling. Your baby is too smart for his own good, at two months he responds to certain words in unique ways, he knows that you unbutton your shirt to give him milk, and he responds to your smile with an even bigger toothless grin. Call you a brainless mother, but you can’t help but be one of those mothers that just thinks everything her child does is genius.

“We’re almost there.” You coo down at the little head of blue black hair as he eats. You heard that nursing helps calm babies down when the plane lands or takes off, and so far your son has been a good little traveler.

One tiny hand presses against your heart as you talk earnestly to the baby, telling him about the new country he’s going to make his home for the rest of his life and the new house he’s going to live in.

“Daddy is there,” you tell him, “And so is Mama and big brother. They’ve made a nice little room just for you in their big house, and your new doggie and kitty are waiting very patiently to cuddle you and give you so many kissies.”

Giorno watches you, his face impassive, lips turned outward like a fish as you tell him so many wonderful things. You wonder sometimes if he understands you when you talk to him, or does it all sound the same whether in English or Italian? You’re not really sure, but you speak both to him just as often and each time you speak his eyes focus directly on you no matter what.

“We’ll have all our things, your new crib, and even some toys your big brother got for you two to play with.” You whisper. “We’ll even have a bigger bathtub! So once we get home I’ll give us both a nice, warm bath. Won’t you like that mimmo?”

For some reason Giorno seems to have a little relief on his face, finally relaxing into the feed as his eyes droop. That was a big mood. You both are exhausted. It’s been a little rough living in a bare room this last week, but you made it work with the bare essentials and found it so easy to live with things you only had to pack up in two suitcases and a diaper bag. Your son was such a trooper. He did very well when your girlfriend came and helped you pack up everything so you both could ship it to London in boxes or sell the furniture you didn’t need anymore, but he did fuss sometimes about his toys, or the kitty your lover took with her.

In the long run, living with next to no possessions was a blessing. Erina was smart to take the cat and pack up the house immediately, months in advance she requested all the proper forms to have it transported, and after the last visit she said kitty was adjusting very well to her new house (George, she discovered, was a five year old cat whisperer who constantly made sure your pet was well fed and well loved). The last time you all had a group chat, kitty had even gone up to the screen at the sound of your voice, and meowed sweetly as though you were standing right in front of her.

You were excited and relieved. It felt as though you were going to the UK for the first time instead of possibly the hundredth. Who counted anymore? All you knew is this would be the last time you’d ever feel that familiar overwhelming loneliness being so far away from your loving family.

“Few more minutes Gigi...” you coo to your son. “You take your time and have as much as you want.”

You’re worried he’ll be overwhelmed with all the bustle around the airport this time of night. Customs takes forever, even if you’re arriving a few hours after your baby’s bedtime. There’s always a crowd, normally they never made you nervous before but with a new baby there’s nothing but anxiety and paranoia at the most minuscule of dangers. People stare at him like they want to interact with him and you’ll shift him out of view into your coat. Some other brat kept screaming in its seat and jarred your baby out of a deep sleep when it started coughing, and you’d had to do a lot of breathing techniques to prevent yourself from having an anxiety attack. Being stationary at the airport wasn’t much comfort either... Old women will pick their teeth, stick their hand in their pants, scratch nasty places, or poke their nose, then approach you with outstretched fingers wanting to touch your son’s clean cheek and it’s enough to make you gather your shit and run the opposite direction.

The world is a frightening, disgusting place now that you have a newborn, and you won’t feel safe until you’re surrounded by your impenetrable fortress that is currently parking the car at London Luton.

It takes forever for the plane to land and situate, but finally you’re able to stand and hoist your diaper bag over your shoulder after helping Giorno relax as the plane makes a jarring landing. He’s still latched onto your breast, and you notice with some relief that no one really stares at you when you adjust Giorno’s sling. Everyone is exhausted. Waiting to go home just like you are, and it’s already raining once you exit the craft and onto the tarmac.

Your phone is buzzing, the plan your boyfriend bought you has already activated and it will stay that way for a few days until you’re able to get a new phone here in London. It would be nice to answer the phone and hear a familiar voice, but your hands are full trying to burp the baby and it doesn’t make it any easier that you’re doing it on a shuttle. You grab for the nearest handrail, scrunch tightly in a corner and brace yourself as the bus totters along the tarmac while Giorno makes his tiny burps, his little face smoothing out from the scrunched up anger he had being around so many strangers.

Finally when you disembark the shuttle and hurry into the building out of the rain (it was a mission and a half trying to keep Giorno dry) you’re able to return the frantic calls you’ve been receiving.

“Hello?” Your voice is getting low from exhaustion. The prospect of customs is dauntingly close.

“Mum! Where are you? Are you bringing me my brother?!”

That tiny voice with the most decidedly cutest accent you’ve ever heard makes your heart flutter in your chest and your smile wake up.

“Hiya Georgie!” You coo back into the phone as Giorno watches you with big eyes. “Your brother is here with me. I just have to get us through customs and then we’ll be with you before you know it.”

“Would you please hurry mum? I miss you!” his voice is that typical demanding monotone, but you know he’s probably just tired and cranky from being up past his bedtime.

“I promise I’ll hurry as best I can my love. You don’t worry your pretty little head. I miss you too, but I’m here now topolino. Can I talk to mommy please?”

In the background you hear his father reprimand him gently, but you also hear his very serious “mummy, phone!” and the softest chuckle that makes your heart do backflips.

“I’m sorry darling. He’s been antsy all day and had to get the corner because he got grumpy with daddy.”

That soothing voice makes your heart leap, that familiar pull also turns your face a bright red as you follow the other passengers into a line up in customs.

“Well...” your voice is low, sultry. “I’m a bit antsy too, are you going to have to punish me as well, sweet Eri?”

The way Erina scolds you with a sharp squeak of your name makes you grin even larger. You lean down to kiss your baby’s head as he continues to stare up at you, transfixed on your voice and possibly wondering in his baby way who you’re talking to. Even Erina begins to scold, and you can tell she is over the long wait and ready for you to come home too. All you can do is smile at your baby like a fool as Erina pesters you about propriety. She may look on the outside the very picture of a timid little blonde, but you know better. She’s a spitfire who can take command of a rioting crowd with voice alone, and you can’t wait for her to cover you head to toe in her affection.

“-not be saying that in front of all those people! I swear, you’re both just the same! The nerve, the audacity-...”

“I’m almost there my love. I’m sorry. I just can’t wait any longer to be with my family. Can I talk to Jojo please?”

Erina stops her ranting when you ask so politely. You’ve still got a bit longer to wait to scan both passports, and you’re already fishing them out of the sling pocket where they’ve been resting with Giorno this entire time. She relents with a final “be safe” and an exchange of love before she relinquishes the phone.

“Darling!” A deep voice, so warm and sincere with boyish charm, almost sounds like a squeak at the prospect of hearing your voice.

“I’m home Jojo.” You say. “I just wanted to hear your voice before I go through.”

There’s a few more families ahead of you, and even though you feel a bit bad cutting his time talking to you short, you know you’ll make it up to him later on.

“Quickly, I just wanted to tell you we all love you both! And we’re all here waiting, do you have any bags?” He is breathless, excited, forgetting the plan and just as raring to see his new son as everyone else.

“Yes Jojo, we’ll have to get them once I’m free. It’s my turn now.”

“I love you!”

You have to respond, tell him you love him too before placing the phone in your sling pocket (did you even hang up? Oh well…), and you head up holding both passports at an awkward angle. Luckily you’re not doing this one handed. Jonathan had been the one to suggest the feeding sling for your baby, and it’s so easy to do things when Giorno is just nestled in his little pouch. You could probably juggle chainsaws with him, but right now it’s just needed to get you through this damn line.

As soon as you’re through, and there’s only one direction left to go passed the money exchange, you feel your heart begin to pound rapidly in your chest. Giorno pulls on your shirt, almost like he can read your mind, and you have to kiss his tiny hands with shaky lips. You have to be careful. Prevent yourself from losing your cool and tripping over your own two feet because you were too excited. So many extra things to worry about now that you’re a mother, but that’s ok. As long as you keep grounding yourself with the baby and slowing the hell down.

You hear them calling your name before you see them. Immediately your head snaps towards the sound, and you have to keep it together before you break out into a run. The first one you focus on is George, over excitable as always whenever he sees you. Then you see Erina, her cheeks are pink and eyes shining with those happy tears when she sees you with one hand on Giorno’s sling. And finally, you see Jonathan, trembling and holding tightly to the handle on Danny’s harness while even the gigantic Great Dane senses the excitement. It feels like walking underwater towards them, but George is the first to break free from his mother’s grip and lunges at you. You brace for impact and let him do what he wishes, grabbing your leg tightly and practically screaming for you at the top of his lungs.

“Mummy! Mummy!”

“Shhhh…” you try to calm him from screaming and scaring the baby.

Giorno doesn’t seem to be too frightened however, he turns in the sling to stare at the little boy with wide eyes, unaware that the screaming six year old is his big brother. George only stops when you shower him with kisses, his chubby cheeks peppered as you take his hand and lead him with you to your lovers. It’s all over after that. You’re pulled every which way to be kissed and loved it makes you dizzy, and Jonathan nearly loses balance when Danny tries to prevent him from having an attack because of all the excitement.

“Oh, oh!” Jonathan coos when he sees his newborn son looking soulfully up at him from the sling. “Hello my love. Don’t cry, did I scare you?”

“I think he’s overwhelmed with all this love.” Erina laughs, picking up her son as easily as one would a feather pillow so that George could look at his new baby brother.

“My brother!” It’s all George can seem to say.

You beam at the attention, cradling the baby and pulling back the sling so your lovers can gush about their new son. To Erina, who hadn’t been able to attend your birth, this is the first time Giorno has been seen outside of an ultrasound or touched outside of her beautifully slender hands caressing the taut skin of your tummy. Jonathan attended the birth and stayed a few weeks after, and there’s a wordless struggle for possession of the baby between him and Erina as they lean towards your chest to place kisses on his plump cheeks.

Even more sweet is the tiny hand that reaches out from the sling, groping for something, the three of you are unsure what he wants, until you see Giorno’s tiny hand lightly caress George’s cheek.

“Let’s go, we need to get your bags, and then make our way home.” Erina smiles, kissing your lips ever so gently.

“Home…” Jonathan coos fondly.

The way they say it, it makes you ache. You won’t stop aching until you get home, but the pain begins to dull when Erina takes one hand, and Jonathan the other, leading you to the luggage carousel where you will collect the last few things you own. Your old life is behind you now, the prospect of a new life, a happier one now that you’re home, looms in the distance. At this time of night the airport is slowly being deserted, but there’s still a crowd that looks on, almost perplexed at the family consisting of three adults, a service dog, and two little boys who look at each other as if they have found a treasure.

[whattimeisitintokyo]

Somos Familia Ch 41: Meet the Parents

Skeletons!

SKELETONS!

Héctor would have kept screaming if he could have, but absolute terror had stolen his voice away and he was left gasping like a landed fish as he looked frantically all around him. Everywhere he turned there was a new skeleton standing beside him, glowing as golden and as translucent as he was. And he kept bumping into them! Some rattled, some yelped out ‘hey!’ in protest. Héctor was certain he had managed to knock one’s head off of its body. Soon he was too overwhelmed by skeletons that he had no place to move, only to drop down to the ground.

Scooting back quickly until his back was against a headstone, Héctor trembled with fright as suddenly all of the skeletons’ attention was turned to him. Their annoyance at being shoved and jostled quickly turned to confusion, then to astonishment as they finally saw that a man, a living one, was able to see them. They all crowded around him, looking at him like he was the abomination that shouldn’t exist instead of them, and started to whisper.

“Is that… Héctor Rivera?”

“He can see us?”

“Dios mio, it is him!”

“Héctor!”

“Héctor Rivera!”

Ave María Purísima, they knew who he was! Pressing himself further back into the gravestone, Héctor could only manage to squeak out a creaky moan of horror. The skeletons knew who he was. Skeletons that were dead. He was dead! He had died and now these creatures were here to drag him to hell. No no no, he couldn’t have died! He was healthy! He had made sure of it! Ever since his health scare all those years ago he had made it his goal to be as healthy as could be! No drinking, no bad food, plenty of exercise. He couldn’t have just died without warning!

“Héctor Rivera…”

Suddenly one of the skeletons drew in close to him. Héctor wanted to shut his eyes tight, block out these horrifying monsters from his sight, but he found that he couldn’t look away. With fearful trepidation he watch as the skeleton knelt down next to him, studying his face carefully. Was this the one who would be taking him to the underworld? He panted faster as the figure raised a grotesque bony hand up, reached deep into his jacket. Dios what was he doing?

Then, achingly slowly in Héctor’s terror-filled mind, the monster pulled out…

A pen.

“Señor Rivera, I am a huge fan!” the skeleton grinned widely. “May I have your autograph?!”

It took a few seconds for the question to force its way through the mind-numbing horror, but slowly Héctor’s panting stuttered to a halt and the words finally registered. For a brief moment he was able to see past the nightmarish ghouls in front of him and unbelievable predicament he was in to fully see how… that was the absolute last thing he was expecting a glowing skeleton with eyes and hair to say to him. And the stupidest.

“WHAT?!” He managed to finally scream out in pure exasperation. But it didn’t stop there as more skeletons began to crowd around him, each holding their own writing utensil and scratch pieces of paper.

“Me too! Me too! Ooh, Prima Lula is going to be so jealous!”

“Can you make it out to Fidelio, por favor?”

“Oye Héctor! It’s Manuel Fernandez, remember?! Your first customer! Your wife leaves a new pair of boots every year on my ofrenda. Tell her I said ‘Gracias’!”

“Ay, I don’t have any paper! Can you just write on my sternum? Sideways is fine!”

Their clamoring didn’t stop, as more and more excited skeletons grinned their toothy smiles and shoving pens in his face. Héctor backed further and further into the gravestone, sharp corners digging into him painfully, but he didn’t notice it much. His brain was overloaded with surging emotions: Fear, anxiety, annoyance, and more fear. He was just about to let out another scream when suddenly a bony hand clamped around his wrist. And he did scream at that, in an embarrassingly high-pitched shriek that could have come from a small girl instead of a fifty-year old man, when a voice briskly.

“Lo siento, Señor Rivera is not handing out autographs at the moment. Please check back a later time.”

Héctor found himself yanked back to his feet and pulled away from the groans and complaints of the skeletons, forced to run as the mysterious figure led him further into a more secluded corner of the cemetery. As they got closer and closer to the end of the gate Héctor finally decided he’d had enough and tried to skid them both to a stop. Jerking back his hand hard he tried to dislodge himself from the figure’s grip… And succeeded in popping the figure’s arm off straight from the socket. Still clutching him around his wrist.

“AAAH!” Héctor screamed and flailed his arm around, trying to fling the bones off. “GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!”

“Héctor, please! Calm down, mijo!”

A soft pair of hands gripped his shoulders and Héctor gasped, freezing in place. His whole frame still trembling in fright, the bony hand let go of his wrist and then the whole arm hopped away from him towards the figure. The arm bounced off the ground and slipped in cleanly through the sleeve of its shirt, and Héctor could see it was yet another skeleton. Rotating and working out the kinks of his newly reattached arm, the skeleton had the gall to glare at him.

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, cabrón.” The skeleton snorted in disgust.

“Shh. Mi amor, please!” The voice behind him shushed and then made it’s way around to face him. It was a female, and unlike the male standing before him she was smiling at him. A small, sweet smile, trying to keep things as calm as possible. But as Héctor continued to draw back away from them in terror she could tell it was in vain. “Héctor, we need you to calm down for a moment.”

“Stay back!” Héctor cried out, swiping his arm out and managing to make the two skeletons flinch back. “Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer!”

“We’re not going to hurt you, Héctor.”

“What do you want from me?!” Héctor squeaked out, past the point of reasonable thought as hysteria clouded his mind. “Am I dead? Is this how death works? Are you going to eat me? Are you going to eat my skin?!”

“Ugh, no!” the male skeleton shuddered at the thought. “I came here tonight to eat menudo.”

“Just stay away from me! Someone! I need help! I need- AAH!” Suddenly something hot a wet slid up his cheek all the way to his hairline in a split second, and a cheerful bark burst through his eardrums. Turning he saw Dante happily smiling at him with his tongue lolling on his shoulder, and Héctor gasped in surprise. “Dante?! You can see me?!”

Dante barked again and made to lick him again, but Héctor pushed him away and began to smile madly. Tittering in near hysteria, Héctor grabbed Dante by the jowls and turned him toward the skeletons. “Good boy! Dante! Dante look: Bones! Get them! Get the skeletons, get the bones! Sic ‘em! Sic ‘em, boy!”

Dante whined in confusion and looked between his master, gesturing wildly and screaming at him while looking like he was on the verge of collapse, and the two skeletons, sighing and palming their faces in their hands. They seemed more composed than Héctor at the moment. So, with a small chuff he hopped away from him and stood by the woman’s side, earning himself a soft rub on the head while Héctor let out a moan of dismay.

“Dante, you dumb dog!” Héctor yelled out, causing the poor to shrink back and whimper. “Don’t let it pet you!” Running his fingers through his hair and ranking hard, Héctor didn’t notice that he was rocking jerkily back and forth as he began to babble. “What’s going on?! What happened to me?! I-I-I don’t know what to do! What happening?!”

“What are you asking us for?” The skeleton grumbled while crossing his arms. “Dios, can’t we have a normal Dia de Muertos for once? First Miguel’s birth, then that concert fiasco with de la Cruz, and now this?! Honestly, what is the deal with you, yerno?”

It took a few moments for his words to run it’s way through Héctor’s addled brain, but once it did he slowly stopped rocking and his panting ceased. He hazarded another look up at the two glowing skeleton and the wheels began turning again. “Y-yerno?”

Yerno?

Son-in-law?

Héctor started to look closely as the two. Past all the candy-like swirls of purple and silver on the man’s skull, other facial features started to stand out. The slicked back hair, the thick mustache, and his eyes. Those same hard, judgmental eyes that always seemed to look down on him, even from beyond the grave, every time he looked at that foto on the ofren-

Oh…

“…P-… Papa… Gaspar?”

“Hmmph.” Gaspar grumbled. “You can just call me Gaspar. Otherwise you’ll make me feel old.”

“Amor, you are seventy-three years old.”

“Nooo, I died at twenty-five, and so I will stay at twenty-five. Forever!”

As the woman laughed, a sweet yet hearty laugh that reminded him so much of Imelda, Héctor finally started to relax a little. Her features were familiar too. The same long face as Oscar and Felipe, the prim little smile like Imelda. “Mama Mirasol?”

Mirasol smiled back at Héctor, leaning down a little to meet his eyeline. “Hola, Héctor. It is so nice to finally meet you.”

Héctor blinked back dumbly. “… N-nice to meet you too…”

Now that he knew their names, knew who he was talking to, it made him feel less panicked. Imelda had told him enough stories from her childhood to know basic information about her parents. Gaspar was a great farmer who was able to grow a pumpkin once that was so big he had it fashioned into an actual carriage for Imelda when she was a toddler and pulled her around in it like she was a princess.

Mirasol made the best dishes out of whatever fruits and vegetables Gaspar didn’t sell. She was always constantly drawing on scraps of papers and napkins, some of which Imelda still had in box with other precious items. Her favorite one was a handkerchief that Mirasol had sketched the actual likeness of all three of her children when they were newborns, each child on three corners and ‘Mis amores’ on the fourth.

He was stern yet clumsy, she was sweet yet soft-spoken.

And they had both let their young children take the limited medication that the town had that saved their lives during a malaria outbreak, while they themselves went without and had died young.

“You calmed down now, payaso?” Gaspar asked. At Héctor’s slow nod, he held out a hand to him. “Good. Up you get, then.”

Héctor took Gaspar’s hand, wincing a little as the loose bones shifted unnaturally in his grip, and allowed him to hoist him off the ground. Gathering himself and  trying to look as dignified as he could after his embarrassing meltdown in front of his in-laws, Héctor smoothed back his unkempt hair and mumbled, “Gracias… I-I can’t believe it. Imelda’s parents… I’ve always wondered what you both were like.”

Mirasol smiled. “Ay, Héctor. We’ve also always wondered what it would be like to finally meet you. This is a little unorthodox, you not being a skeleton, but still. There’s so many things we always wanted to thank you for: Being a loving husband to our daughter, a wonderful father to our grandchildren, a great provider-”

“Sí sí, that’s all very well and good.” Gaspar interrupted. “But first things first. There is something I’ve been wanting to do for the last thirty-three years, and I hope you’ll oblige me Héctor.”

Héctor gulped a little and managed to bring up a corner of his mouth nervously. “O-okay. What do you want-”_

*SMACK*

“AY!” Héctor reeled back and immediately grabbed his left cheek as it stung harshly for the second time in one night. Managing to force a watery eye open he saw a boney finger pointing directly at his face.

“That is for getting my teenage daughter pregnant out of wedlock, you perverted little-”

“Gaspar! Ay Dios mio…” Mirasol grabbed her husband by the shoulders and forced him to back off, giving Héctor a weak grin. “I’m so sorry, Héctor. He’s been clamoring about that for years.”

Héctor nodded, eyes wide as he brought his hand back down. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean- That was an accident! I would never- AY, CARAJO!” His abused cheek was struck for a third time, and this time the finger pointing at him was Mirasol’s.

“Don’t ever call our little Coco an accident, niño!” Mirasol barked out, her sweet timid voice all of a sudden sounding as loud and forceful as her own daughter’s. But the moment quickly passed and she pinched her nasion in shame. “Ugh, I’m so sorry Héctor. We are not making the best first impression to you.”

As Héctor rubbed his reddened cheek, wondering why everyone who had slapped him happened to be right-handed, Héctor managed a chuckle. “Heh, it’s all right. I always thought that if I ever did meet my in-laws they’d want to slap me. I remember when Coco first started dating Julio I was- WAIT A MINUTE!”

The two skeletons and Dante flinched as Héctor started to rave again. “What the hell am I doing?! Chatting with two people I have never met before, and who have been dead for nearly half a century! I’m seeing skeletons everywhere I turn, no one can see me, I’m glowing, and Miguel thinks I’m… Oh no, Miguel! He’s thinks-! He’s been taken away! I have to go get him!”

“Héctor he’ll be fine!”

“No!” Héctor brushed Mirasol off of him and tried to walk back to the exit. “He’s in trouble! I have to save my-erk!” With a jolt Héctor stopped in his tracks. Looking down he saw Dante had grabbed him by the hem of his jacket, teeth clamped tight around the fabric. He tried to yank it free, but the dog refused to let up.

“Miguel is fine.” Gaspar said, his hand on Héctor’s shoulder. “He’ll be with his family tonight. They’ll take care of him. The one you need to save is yourself, tonto. Because what’s happened to you is not normal, and we need to find out what it is exactly.”

His word sinking in, Héctor nodded a little and Dante released his jacket with a happy snort. Looking down at himself, he patted his chest and groaned at the eerie glow he was emitting. This was definitely not normal. “So, what happened to me? Am I dead?”

“No.” Mirasol shook her head emphatically. “No… I don’t… think.”

“That’s not very reassuring.”

“You aren’t dead, Héctor.” Gaspar affirmed. “Believe me, you’ll know you’re dead when you’re filling out enough paperwork to make you wish you’d die again. No no, this is something different. Now I’m no expert on the matter, but if I were to guess I’d say whatever has happened has to do with that guitar.”

“Wh- guitar?” Looking down Héctor was astonished to see that, during all the craziness and emotional scarring that he had been exposed to in the last ten minutes, he had been clutching Ernesto’s golden guitar the entire time. He had not even noticed that he had still kept a grip on the blasted thing. “Why am I still holding this?!”

“Well it is a beautiful guitar.”

“No no! I want nothing to do with-wait…” Héctor stared into space for a few seconds, the gears slowly turning. “I grabbed the guitar. Then the flowers went crazy, flying in the air. That’s when-” With a gasp, Héctor smiled widely and pointed at the guitar giddily. “That’s when it happened! I got all glowy and see-through-y! It’s because of this pinche guitar!”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Gaspar grumbled. Next to him Dante whined in worry at Héctor’s train of thought. Why was he fighting this so hard? This was becoming more difficult than this simple dog could handle.

“So, it comes to reason that once I let go of the guitar… Then everything will turn back to normal! Ha HA!” Héctor held out the instrument at arm’s length and gave a slight bow. “Well then, so long Señor and Señora Rivera. This has been a de-lightful visit. But I must go back to a world of living, breathing human beings and sanity. Adios, and I hope you enjoy the offerings. And as for you, you useless instrument- Begone!”

Releasing his grip from the neck, the guitar dropped to the ground. Good, this nightmare was over. Now he could go home, forget this whole ever happened, and go on liv-

*zip*

There was no clanging of wood against the ground. It hadn’t even made contact. It had stopped less than a millimeter away from reaching it and then had magically flew back up into Héctor’s hand. Dante panted happily as once again the plan was back in motion. The other three, however, blinked for several seconds as they gawked at the guitar. Again, Héctor let the guitar drop, only for it to come back. Again. And again. Finally Héctor was practically chucking it to the ground, each attempt more frenzied than the last, and panting hard.

“Wow.” Mirasol couldn’t help but giggle as Héctor kept trying to force the guitar out of his hands. “It’s like a big, oddly shaped yo-yo.”

Héctor stopped what he was doing to glare at his in-laws, who were both snickering to themselves. “This is not funny! I’m trying to get back to my family, to my life, and you’re laughing at me?! This is bad! Really bad! What am I going to do?!”

“I don’t know, Héctor. But maybe someone else will be able to tell us.” Gaspar said before turning to Mirasol. “If he can see skeletons, then he might be able to cross the bridge. Then we can take him to Marigold station.”

“The Department of Family Reunions?”

“Exactamente.”

“Stop having conversations without me!” Héctor shouted. “Bridge? Department of Family Reunions? Where’s that?! Where are you taking me?!”

“The Land of the Dead, mijo.”

Héctor was taken aback from that. He looked at the two of them in shock. “The Land of the?-… No… No no no no…”

“Héctor-”

“No!” Héctor shouted, pointing at them both wildly. “No! You said I wasn’t dead! I’m not dead! I’m not going there, especially with people I have never even met before in my life! I’m not even convinced this is real. I’m dreaming or-or hallucinating or I have a huge tumor growing in my brain, all of those are more believable than this basura you’re spouting. I’m not going anywhere with you, so you and this dumb guitar can go straight back to hell together!”

With a mighty heave Héctor flung the guitar as hard as he could into the air. The sight of it spinning freely and high through the night sky was enough proof that he was finally rid of it, and with a mighty whoop of triumph he turned tail and started sprinting towards the exit of the cemetery. He heard Mirasol and Gaspar shouting after him, but he paid them no heed. He was not going to come back, not going to stop, not going to duck or whatever it was they screaming at him. He was going home! And nothing was going to stop-

*KA-BONG*

Several skeletons shouted in alarm as all of a sudden a large clanging sound shot through the air and a tall, gangly man went head over heels tumbling down their path. The body performed several impressive yet dangerous looking somersaults before crashing hard against one of the many protruding tombstones, resting into a mangled heap of long limbs, dust and mud. Héctor let out a small high-pitched whine as he collapsed onto his back and then was still. The only thing seemingly undamaged was the beautiful golden guitar as it magically shimmied itself back into the unconscious man’s hand like it was always meant to be there.

Gaspar and Mirasol caught up to Héctor, placating the nervous crowd with uneasy smiles. “Ah, lo siento everyone.” Gaspar chuckled. “This is a small family matter but we’re going to deal with it. J-just go about your business and enjoy the holiday, bueno? Bueno.”

The other skeletons were still skeptical but murmured in agreement and went back to their families and offerings, leaving the dead Riveras standing over Héctor. Dante came over and licked wet trails thick with slobber all over Héctor’s cheeks, his hair, even into his nose and mouth. Héctor didn’t even flinch, but he was still breathing normally.

Héctor was out cold.

Gaspar sighed. “So… This is who our daughter decided to marry.”

“I blame myself.” Mirasol replied wearily. “She gets it from me, I’m afraid. We both have strange tastes in men.”

“Sí, I guess you’re right… Hey!”

Ignoring her husband’s offense, Mirasol bent down to place her hand on Héctor’s forehead. “Gaspar, would you be a dear and go fetch Dr. Rosales? He’ll be either at his home or Imelda’s museum, but I’d check the museum first. I’ll stay with Héctor in case he comes to and ward off anyone else who gets to close.”

Gaspar winced a little at that and groaned. “Him? Are you sure?”

“Well, Héctor is obviously very traumatized by all of this, understandably. Trauma is his specialty, after all.”

“Ay, all right.” Gaspar started to head off, but paused and wavered a little. “Hey, um… should I tell… um…”

“I don’t know.” Mirasol said. “Maybe not. It might be to much for him, it might push him over the edge. Ask Dr. Rosales first about whether… she should come.”

With a quiet, sad nod Gaspar left his wife alone with Héctor and made his way out of the cemetery. As Mirasol quietly stroked Héctor’s hair and spoke softly to him, she didn’t notice Dante staring them both down.

Dante huffed in annoyance. He may not be the smartest dog in the world, as the little weird looking dog that guided his boy’s mate always told him, but he knew enough. They were not going along with the plan at all! Whatever the plan was. Did he even know the plan? Well whatever. Dante knew that his boy was scared and sad and angry. And if he was ever going to go to the world of the delicious bone people, he would not go with these bone people who scared him. No.

But he would go if he were to be reunited with his puppy. His daughter. His Leti.

So, like any good dog would, he would go and fetch his Leti for him if no one else was going to do it. With a yip he bounded out unnoticed by the bone woman and raced off to find the boney puppy.

Yes, Héctor would love to see his Leti! After all, Leti was the best girl-boy in the world!

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I am truly sorry for the lack of updates. These past few months have a kind of mental health break for me. For someone whose story kind of morphed itself into a study of mental health it was high tome I got some for myself! Hope it made you laugh, though.

[universal-kitty]

Talk about yo MHA Bunny OC! 🎉👀

   THANK YOU, NONNIE~!!

   Meet Usagi, aka Bunny Daughter~! [Last name pending.] She’s a student at U.A., though doubts herself quite a bit at her hero dedication. (Reasons to be explained in a moment.) She’s got Rabbit Quirk, Mutant-type, and powers associated. (Fast runner, quick brain to match and process the speeding environment, and quite the powerful kick! Hop high and kick people harder! Easily stressed, though.)

   So, here’s what I’ve got about her so far...

Not seen, but she has buckteeth; strong chompers, too! More parts of her rabbit Quirk.

Her ears are based off of lop bunnies! Gotta love those floppy ears...

Sweet princess, lovely angel.

Her mama is a fashion designer! So Usagi gets a lot of her clothes custom from her mom's business.

....Is lonely at home. Father isn't around and her mom works a lot. Started paying more attention to heroes to keep her day distracted.

You think Deku cries easy? Anyone raises their voice at her, and she will cry.

Loves being fashionable, but also will melt into the big shirts she hoards.

Is a thing soft? It's hers now. Thank you~!

Quite the singer, but wants to make fashion like her mom, if the hero stuff doesn't work out...!

Hides her eyes behind her bangs. It’s her on the go safety blanket and helps her cope with stressful situations.

Will also pet her ears if stressed. This is her big tell.

“Is there a bunny tail?” Damn right there’s a bunny tail. Good luck seeing it most of the time, though; her mother instilled a paranoia that people will forever pull her tail (and not just those jerk kids who are meanies, anyways), so Usagi does her best to always hide it, as much as she can.

Was totally inspired by Hinata Hyuga [Naruto] and a little bit of Usagi Tsukino [Sailor Moon].

Bisexual disaster impending; everyone’s cute and she doesn’t know why... Yet.

[millikan-tarkatanson]

real name: Millikan Mosi

▌single or taken: Millikan 

▌abilities or powers: Born with arm-blades and teeth like regular Tarkatan, Millikan is just as skilled a fighter as his father. Possibly better in some aspects. Aside from his usual Tarkatan fight style, Millikan also trained in other techniques, his favorite being Muay Thai, nothing hurts worst then a knee to the face and Millikan has strong ass legs. He does like to wrestle, he took down Jabari a few times during their sparring sessions. Millikan can use sais and a sword, both who he learned from his mother. He can also teleport which proves quite troublesome for the unprepared opponent, a teleporting muscle bound tark, oh hell.

▌eye colour: Golden yellow

▌hair colour: Raven black, only grows on the left side of his head.

▌family members: Father- Baraka, Mother-Mileena. Has three blood related brothers and one adopted sister Kali whom he favors over all his siblings. 

▌pets: A demon wolf named Timan.

▌something they don’t like: Strangers touching his hair

▌hobbies/activities: Hunting, Travelling to other realms, card games

▌ever hurt anyone before: Yep

▌ever killed anyone before: Yep

▌animal that represents them: Hyena, Vicious but humorous in a way.

▌worst habits: Talking over others or back talking a lot.

▌sexual orientation: Bisexual

▌thoughts on marriage/kids: Millikan is not opposed to marriage, he will get married if its part of his partner custom. But he doesn’t like to be tied down completely since tarkatan way of life is polygamous. He willing to put up with it for awhile, but a tark like him can handle the ball-and-chain for so long. He hopes to have kids of his own someday

▌fears: Losing those close to him

▌style preferences: Millikan is a mix of tarkatan attire and other cultures that mostly consist of pants and dress shirts. He sometimes wear a silk mask in public, mostly for the sake of others.

▌someone they love: Hes a mama boy to the end

▌approach to friendships: Millikan is extroverted so he has plenty of friends, some who use to be enemies or now his closest comrades.

▌thoughts on pie: Peach pie

▌favorite drink: Shokan Ale

▌favorite place to spend time at: Local Pubs in Out-world, his favorite one is in the Shokan mines.

▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: Ocean

▌their type: Hes attracted to those with a fit physique and pretty face, woman with well-defined muscles are a bonus for him.

▌camping or indoors: Camping

[artificialqueens]

Beyond My Wildest Dreams Ch. 4 (Nina West/OC) - multifandomgeek

Nina is known for being kind. The Miss Congeniality of all Miss Congenialities, people have been saying. Not that she would ever acknowledge that and discredit the title of the queens that came before her and are just as amazing and kind and important as her, if not more. But she loves it, and sometimes has to check in to make sure she’s not getting a little cocky about it.

Of course, she can be shady too, if she’s not too worried about the public eye. Especially a few drinks in and with a couple of minutes to think about it. She can also be mean and resentful when she’s hurt like any other human being on this planet. But that’s part of her as a person, not her as a brand, and people don’t see it that often. Which is good, if a little scary. After all, even if she’s loud and clear about not being perfect, sometimes it seems like people see her that way, and that’s just too much pressure to keep up with.

But that’s a thought for another day. Today, as she pretends not to see Vanjie and Brooke with their heads together whispering in the corner of their shared dressing room, Nina tucks a triumphant smile on the corner of her mouth and doesn’t think about being kind at all.

She’s playing with them, pretending to have a secret that’s not really a secret so much as something she wants to shout from the rooftops. She’s acting that way to have a bargaining chip. Maybe that’s not the best way to treat your friends but she couldn’t help herself, but it’s way too much fun.

The bargaining thing came as an idea to have both Brooke and Vanjie’s collaboration on the Big Project (that still doesn’t have a name). Kevin had mentioned how much buzz it would generate if they could have them together, not only at the same time but at the same place. He had said it as a passing thought, but Nina was well aware of the power of the thirsty fans and her gears were already working on making that happen.

Of course, making money while playing with your friends’ feelings was more than morally questionable, but it was for charity. Besides, she had a feeling they were still fucking on the side, maybe when the alcohol was running high or maybe even when they were both dead sober, and she wanted in on that secret. So it was a matter of hitting two birds with one stone. Two lovesick birds, to be precise.

In any case, the project wouldn’t be happening for a while, at least by the end of the year. She didn’t really know exactly, Kevin had the schedule. Nina was sure Brooke and Vanjie could sort their shit until there, or at least brace themselves to have a friendly interaction about their past relationship by then. In any case, having that exclusive content could be the key to a huge bump on Nina’s audience, and even if Brooke and Vanjie months from now would be fine with that, she needed Brooke and Vanjie from right now to sign the deal.

Honestly, though, she didn’t think it would be that easy to play with them. She didn’t even have a plan, just the fact she was acting a little more cheerfully than usual and maybe got away to call Kevin so nobody would pry on their conversation earlier in the evening already had Brooke all curious and frustrated that Nina wouldn’t say anything. Next thing she knew, she was conspiring with Vanjie about it.

Nina liked seeing them liked this. Fucking or not, the relationship they had now was way better than the official one they had before. They were too intense back then, now they were lighter and laughed more. It was refreshing.

After they all performed and de-dragged, they found themselves waiting outside of the club for a van to take them to their hotel. They were a big group, with assistants, local queens, staff, and friends waiting with them to catch a ride too or just to milk their time with the Ru girls until the very last minute. Vanessa was chatting with a group of people, her voice always the loudest. Brooke was having a cigarette and listening to another queen.

Nina had been talking with everybody, but she decided to pull a little stunt. Vanjie would catch an early flight she didn’t know when she would have the chance to talk to both of them again. She excused herself pointing to her phone and took a few steps outside of the group. She called Kevin but acted like she was answering a call, making sure to be right at the line of sight from both Brooke and Vanjie.

“Hey, baby, are you done with work?” asked Kevin in a sleepy voice. They had been officially dating a little over a month, and the pet names still got to Nina every time.

“Yeah, did I wake you?” she said, keeping her voice down but not hiding the foolish expressions that must be coming to her face.

“No, not at all,” lied Kevin, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” said Nina sighing. “Listen, if I start to sound crazy all of a sudden it’s because I’m trying to fool Brooke,” she said hurriedly. She noticed on the corner of her eye that Brooke perked her neck at her and was making her way to Vanjie. Nina kept talking, not reacting.

Kevin chuckled on the phone. “I love this mysterious boyfriend schtick, it’s so Disney Channel.”

“Very on brand for me,” said Nina, chuckling too. She noticed two people coming closer to her and schooled her posture not to change. “I can’t though, I don’t want them to know,” she said seriously to the phone, despite Kevin’s laughter on the other side. She paused for effect. “I know, I’m sorry, but I think it’s too much for them right now,” she continued in an apologetical tone, “they pretend to be fine but they’re really sensitive people! I don’t wanna hurt them!” She turned as she talked so she would have her back turned at the two queens, who were now so close Nina was sure they could hear her even if she whispered. She sighed dramatically. “I won’t, I’m sorry but I won’t, not until they prove to me that they’re fine. Besides, if they’re keeping secrets from me why can’t I keep secrets from them?” she finished with a little bit more truth than she meant.

“Ooh, I think you forgot you were pretending, there,” said Kevin, still laughing.

“Shut up,” said Nina, not able to contain a chuckle herself. “Anyway, I-” She turned then, jumping slightly at seeing Brooke and Vanjie behind her, keeping up with the act. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said to the phone.

“Ok, bye,” said Kevin, knowing what it probably meant and disconnecting.

“Hey guys,” said Nina with an adorable smile. She was having so much fun. “Why are you creeping up on me?”

“Why are you sneaking around and keeping secrets is what’s really the question,” said Brooke, crossing her arms and squinting.

“It doesn’t seem like much of a secret to me,” said Vanjie. She clearly wasn’t taking it so seriously, probably treating it like a game, something fun to pass the time with friends rather than a mystery or a friendship-issue like Brooke. “Nina has a boyfriend,” she said matter-of-factly, putting a hand on her hip.

“Why don’t you just say so, then?” asked Brooke, turning to Vanessa.

“Didn’t you hear her? She thinks we can’t handle it because of our own drama with each other,” said Vanjie.

“That’s stupid,” dismissed Brooke.

“What did you just call me?” said Vanjie.

“What? No! I-” Brooke fumbled to apologized.

“I’m just playing with you,” said Vanessa, immediately smiling wide and giving the blonde a playful push. Brooke rolled her eyes and smiled too.

Nina was just watching them like a tennis match. She had to make a move, though, or it would all be in vain. “I’ll tell you if you promise to be part of a project I’m putting together,” she challenged.

“Deal,” said Brooke immediately.

“Ah, ah, it has to be the two of you, together,” said Nina, pointing at them.

Vanjie looked at her suspiciously. “Why do you have to trick us into it?” she said, now with both hands on her hips, “is it porn?” she asked with a gasp.

“What?” Nina yelled, laughing loudly. “Who do you think I am?”

“Well is it?” asked Brooke.

“No! Jesus! It’s just a regular livestream, a youtube livestream! I’ll explain it to you better, but it’s a huge project we’re putting together for charity. It would be an hour-ish live with fans making questions and stuff, you can do whatever you want, do each other’s make-up, something like that. But if we can have you two in the same room, we all know the audience would be crazy.”

“How do you make money from that?” asked Brooke.

“It’s gonna be an event, you would be promoting some exclusive merch we’ll be selling, and also there would be a few things you would use just so we could sell later, like shirts, props, stuff like that. We’ll sell the live itself too, the video file in HD,” Nina was trying to checklist all the things that went into it as she talked. “Also, there’s gonna be a place for donations and the super chats, where people pay to have their questions more visible so they make sure you answer them. You can also sign things or make things if you want, like painting or customize stuff, that’s up to you, whatever it is it becomes a collectible and people want to buy it. I don’t know if I’m forgetting something, I can send you an email with the details, but that’s basically it.”

“What if they ask us to do something we don’t want to?” said Vanjie.

“You don’t. It’s just a live, not slavery,” responded Nina.

“It doesn’t sound that bad,” said Vanjie, considering, “I mean, we could probably just stand there and talk about tacos and people would already be going nuts, the crazy motherfuckers. We’re in!” She declared with finality.

“What, I don’t get an opinion?” said Brooke.

“You already agreed before she even told you what it was,” said Vanessa laughing.

“I was going to agree too, just to be clear,” said Brooke, “You didn’t have to play games to get us into it, Nina.”

“Thanks, guys!” said Nina, hugging them. “I know I didn’t, but it was so funny!” she said, apologetically, earning a eye-roll from Brooke and a scream from Vanessa.

“Well, what is it then, spill it,” said Brooke, excited.

“Yeah, what’s the T, mama?” said Vanjie.

“I have a boyfriend,” said Nina, shrugging and giggling. Vanessa threw her arms into the air and walked around, making the two of them burst into laughter.

“Call me Vanessa motherfucking Holmes!” she shouted.

“Who is it?” asked Brooke, but Nina didn’t have time to tell, they were called to head inside the Van. She ended up talking about Kevin already in Vanjie’s hotel room while she packed for her early flight. Brooke was surprised to learn that it was the same guy they had talked about months ago, while Vanessa said she already suspected so. The ended up waking Kevin up again so the two of them could harass him through facetime.

Nina was so happy she didn’t even remember she wanted to ask about the status of Brooke and Vanjie’s relationship. She supposed it didn’t really matter, after all. She really felt like they were happy, and maybe it wouldn’t be very congenial of her to be another person probing them about it, they certainly had enough of those. She wanted them together for the project because it would be better for the project, it was a capitalist’s decision.

As a friend, she wanted them to be okay, to be successful, to be happy, to be whatever they wanted to be, individually and separately first and foremost. She couldn’t help but root for their love when she saw them interacting, but that could remain safely hidden inside her head. She had her own love story now, anyway. Her own little compilation of moments and kisses and smiles to go through and think about in her free time.

Now that pride was over, work should get little less intense, and her days at home a little more frequent. She was looking forward to that, for more than one reason, but for one more than the others. A nice and steamy green-eyed reason.

Andrew: Jamie says I’ll be in Columbus next Monday!

Kevin: Don’t tell anyone but I have your schedule printed on my fridge <3

The three little words Nina felt like saying next would have to wait to be said in person.

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[nadal-designer]

[whiiskeys]

— STATISTICS

“APPROACH THAT ONE AT YOUR OWN RISK. SHE SHOULD COME WITH A CAUTION SIGN.”                                       — A WISE BASTARD WHO LEARNED THE HARD WAY 

BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME: Virginia May Crowder — nicknamed NIA since childhood.

NICKNAME(S): To those who are familiar to her, RYE is her chosen name. Otherwise, she’s strictly WHISKEY or MS. WHISKEY (depending on how formal the situation is). To a lucky (very) few, she’s Nia. If she allows you to call her by her given name, you’re in.

AGE: Thirty-eight.

D.O.B.: March 7th, 1980.  

HOMETOWN: Dertosa, California.

CURRENT LOCATION: Detrosa, California.

ETHNICITY: White (primarily Irish) on her father’s side. Black on her mother’s (Ethiopian).

NATIONALITY: American.

GENDER: Cisgender female.

PRONOUNS: She/her.

ORIENTATION: Bi(romantic/sexual).

RELIGION: None. There was no mention of God in her household, and she sees no reason in crawling to him on her knees now.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Independent, though she seldom participates in politics.

OCCUPATION: Co-owners of Vices (and, by extension, Forbidden Vices).

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Lives in a comfortable loft in the city. She likes the bustle, the energy, the noise, and would be hard pressed to give that up in favor of the seclusion of the suburbs. She grew up in a house with quite a bit of property, and she now associates the quiet with unnerving memories — namely, the one that got her father taken away from good.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, a small amount of Spanish.

ACCENT: The slightest hint of a Georgia twang, picked up because she mimicked her father when she was younger. Because she lived a relatively sheltered life, only exposed to California kids during school hours, she learned to speak like her Southern parents.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

FACE CLAIM: Ruth Negga.

HAIR COLOUR: A deep, near-black brown.

EYE COLOUR: Chocolate brown.

HEIGHT: A misleading 5′2 (her presence makes her appear much larger).

WEIGHT: A sinewy, muscled 120 lbs.

BUILD: Strong and sturdy, like a gymnast. Her muscles are short-twitch, compact, made for sprinting. She can pack one hell of a punch, and her kicks could definitely knock a jaw off its hinges. There’s nothing diminutive about her.

TATTOOS: None.

PIERCINGS: One in each ear.

CLOTHING STYLE: If she’s trying to project an air of professionalism, she’ll go for something simple but with a bit of flair — like a dark suit with a bold shirt underneath, or a classic suit in a vibrant color (since she doesn't mind some attention). Otherwise, girl vacillates between dresses and beanies, between jeans and a fringed motorcycle jacket and something a little more girly. Her Doc Martens and moto jacket are definitely her prized possessions, however.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Relatively neutral. She’s not an asshole right off the bat; more than anything, she’s efficient. She’s not going to waste time on small talk, and you better not waste hers.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: The beauty marks that spot her face, like a smattering of stars. The free way she walks, hips swinging. Her voice, which is loud and commanding without any effort. Her stare, which can morph from warm to ice-cold within seconds (a trick she inherited from her father).

HEALTH.

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Only the occasional splits in her knuckles or pulled muscle from running or boxing (her two chosen exercises in order to remain strong enough to defend herself).

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: None.

ALLERGIES: Cats. Get those fuckers away from her.

SLEEPING HABITS: Consistently sleeps about five hours a night. There’s simply too much to be done, too many dreams that need capturing, too many ideas that need to be implemented. She can’t afford to waste nighttime hours — the day is short enough as it is.

EATING HABITS: Much more irregular. Often she foregoes meals in favor of something on-the-go, or something in liquid form (i.e: her favorite dark beer, or even a cabernet if she’s feeling fancy). However, she is partial to a good mac and cheese — her mother’s was her absolute favorite as a child.

EXERCISE HABITS: Runs six miles each morning, every day, without fail. Similarly, she tries to get a couple matches at the boxing gym, or at least knock a few out on a bag. She has a lot of frenetic energy, and a lot of aggression that she tries to keep at bay, so the physical activities are necessary parts of her day.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Rye probably ranks a 10/10 on emotional stability, whereas Nia herself is somewhere around an 8. She has her moments, but she generally manages to keep herself neutral, mild, and unaffected. In truth, she’s father sensitive about certain things, and she’s definitely got a soft interior when it comes to her fellow Drinks. She is joyful when around them, and loves to witness their happiness. Anything happens to them, and she’ll go into efficient Amy-Dunne-frame-a-motherfucker-for-my-murder mode. She’s capable of it, too.

SOCIABILITY: Rye is truthfully a social being, though that doesn’t necessarily extend to everyone. Again, it’s her fellow Drinks that she most prefers (and a select few in particular). Though she doesn’t necessarily tell them, she certainly demonstrates her love for them. She’s a total mama bear.

BODY TEMPERATURE: Despite all her energy, she’s usually cold. It’s like her body knew she would constantly be running around, covering this problem or that, and so gifted her with superhumanly cool blood in order to keep her from sweating profusely. When she’s stationary, her body goes into shock — it demands a blanket, heat, something. She likes to curl up around a fire.

ADDICTIONS: Does moving count? She can’t stop and sit still. Other than that, nothing. She doesn’t allow herself to get too addicted to anything — everything is okay in moderation.

DRUG USE: None, besides the occasional melatonin when her mind simply won’t cease buzzing.

ALCOHOL USE: Regular, but nothing excessive. Definitely not beyond the one-drink-a-night on average, despite her work.

PERSONALITY.

LABEL: The Ambitious, The Mafia Princess, The Pariah, The Loyalist.

POSITIVE TRAITS: adaptive, creative, committed, efficient, determined, flexible, honest.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: aloof, bull-headed, blunt, obsessive, rude, disinterested, distant.

GOALS/DESIRES: To continue to run Vices efficiently, providing a good working environment for her employees (and a positive experience for her customers). Additionally, she wants to expand business, make it even more of a spectacular — she has a few ideas about some underground operations, but she’s keeping that hush hush so far (until she can sway Moonshine over to her side — quite a feat)

FEARS: Failure.

HOBBIES: What are hobbies? Girl is always working.

HABITS: Picking at her cuticles. Absently gnawing on her lip. Leaning her head against her hand; cocking it sideways. Going glassy-eyed when someone bores her (she can’t help it!) Stopping people when she feels they’re wasting her time. Speaking bluntly, which can often come across as rude. Cutting to the chase. Smacking people who are close to her on the shoulder, or otherwise getting physical with them. Laughing too loud.

FAVOURITES.

WEATHER: A warm seventy-five degrees. Alternately, nighttime and storming. She loves a moody sky, smeared with dark blues and grays.

COLOUR: She doesn’t really have a favorite, but blue’s a good one. Purple, too.

MUSIC: Classic rock. Give her some Nirvana and she’s good to go.

MOVIES: The movies from her childhood. Other than that, she doesn’t really watch TV.

SPORT: Give her MMA and she’ll go hog-wild. She’s also partial to Basketball (go Golden State).

BEVERAGE: Despite her name, she rarely enjoys a whiskey. Instead, she’ll opt for a simple Belgian beer or a Cabernet.

FOOD: Mac and cheese. That is all.

ANIMAL: Dogs. She wants one of those fucking Labradoodle things in spite of herself.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Virgil Joe Crowder / Seventy-eight / Infamous Dertosa crime lord (currently imprisoned with over a dozen life sentences).

MOTHER: Aisha Dawit / Sixty / Housewife.  

SIBLING(S): Julius Beau Crowder / Forty-three / who the hell knows? Not Nia.

CHLDREN: N/A.

PET(S): N/A.

FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: Wealthy and then, just as swiftly, impoverished.

EXTRA.

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces.

MBTI: ESTP.

ENNEAGRAM: The Achiever.

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine.

MORAL ALIGNMENT: True neutral.

PRIMARY VICE: Greed.

PRIMARY VIRTUE: Diligence.

ELEMENT: Fire.

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All questions for Taber and co!

actuallyaltaria said: (co being Belasco, Aracelli, and any NPCS you think are relevant here)

Sure thing! Though I’ll only do odd-numbered questions I think! (from here)

1) What’s their favorite types of art? Do any of them make any art themselves?Taber appreciates all forms of visual art but doesn’t make any herself, and idk about the rest of the party. As far as NPC, Zuzanna is a jeweller, and Helia is pretty damn artful at killing people to death

3) Who will buy the others candy and treats if they’re feeling down, and who will comfort them emotionally?Esovera once gave Taber a bottle of whiskey as a “sorry you got crushed by a dragon and nearly died” gift, so I think she counts for the first category. As for the second, Aracelli is good at voicing her emotions and comforting others when their emotions are out of whack, though she doesn’t let others do the same for her, whoops

The rest goes under a cut!

5) What does everyone do in their downtime?Belasco’s most likely to sell shit, solve puzzles, and design new weapons; Aracelli does target practice for hours on end and pets her bird; Taber spends time with her girlfriend and reads; Esovera and Nate fuck behind Esovera’s bar

7) What superpowers would they pick?I’ll just answer for Taber for this one, but I think she’d choose either invisibility or the ability to take wounds from others. She could, you know, heal those wounds instead of taking them for herself, but uh

9) Can one of them bake well?Nobody in the party has tried while in-game, but I imagine Esovera and Zuzanna can both bake decently well

Gonna skip 11 actually

13) Who enjoys parties? Who would rather stay at home?Lmao the gang is neutral leaning negative toward parties in practice, but Taber does like the idea of being at a party. Zuzanna seems to enjoy parties though, and Esovera likes throwing them! Nate would rather be at home I’m sure, and Helia is more of a rave sorta girl I think

15) Who wears cheesy, cliche, embarrassing underwear?Please please please @theraveninhisstudy​ tell me that Nate would wear heart-print boxers

17) How would they react to a call or text from a wrong number?Belasco would probably fuck with whoever called him and keep them on the phone to know what it is they’re calling about, unless he doesn’t know who they are and they aren’t important. Aracelli would probably just hang up immediately, as would Taber

19) Who has the worst puns? How do the others react?God I hope this is Helia

21) Who would dye their hair/dye it again? What color would they go for?The closest I can think of would be Belasco donning the Disguise Cloak to actually give him hair, otherwise I’m not sure anyone would?

23) Who is the biggest nerd of all? What makes them a massive nerd?Your fave is a nerd: Belasco [last name confidential]. Receipts:

Mama’s boy

Loves puzzle books

Thought sending a dragon tooth home to his mom was a great idea

It was not a great idea

Once won a spicy food eating contest by cheating bc crows can’t taste spicy food

Avoids swimming lessons by cheating bc he’d rather invest in a pair of Shoes Shin Guards of Water Walking

Once came down from a dissociative episode by remembering that his tiny kitten loves him

Hates shoes

Runner-up is Esovera, who gets immensely excited for holidays and decorates her bar appropriately a month in advance

25) Who is the most likely to be called an edgelord? -Yml switches campaigns just for this question-

27) What did they get made fun of for when they were younger?Aracelli got made fun of by her clan because she comes from a clan of druids but isn’t a druid herself despite all best efforts; Taber was made fun of by her cousins for her height and heritage; Belasco was probably also got made fun of by his asshole cousin for his height but he was made fun of because he was short lmao

29) Who is the most ticklish?My gut tells me either Helia or Zuzanna and either way I need it

31) One of them buys one of those custom T-shirts where you can choose what words are written on it. What does it say? What do others think?Helia would totally have a shirt that reads “I flexed and the sleeves fell off” and Mason, you can’t argue with me about this because I won’t believe you

33) Who eats tons of plates at an all-you-can-eat buffet? Who gets one small plate, and not much more?Depends on what’s being offered! Aracelli will eat lots if it’s not fancy food, meanwhile Taber will do the same if it Is fancy. Honestly I think Belasco would eat a medium-sized plate of whatever

EDIT:Shay: aracelli is absolutely a five dollar all you can eat buffet kind of girlShay: she’d eat a plate of ten slices of pizza at cicis no problem

35) How would one of them react to another getting them flowers?Taber has already given her gf flowers, specifically silk flowers because Zuzanna is allergic to the real deal. Zuzanna was delighted when she learned who her secret admirer was ;0

37) Who would eat ghost peppers without breaking (too much of) a sweat?Belasco, see point 23

39) Who’s that one person who loves candy corn?Taber probably likes it, and I can see Esovera liking it too if only during Halloween Nightmare’s Eve season

41) Who gets hassled the most to fix computers/technology?I feel like that’s probably Aracelli in a modern AU, since she’s so good at fixing things

EDIT:Shay: also aracelli Isn’t a tech person so: she could fix your car, not your computer ;0

I will thus edit my statement to say probably Belasco ;0

43) Who would be the crazy cat person?Belasco

45) How do they tell their crushes they like them, if at all?Taber gave Zuzanna a flower through Zuzanna’s best friend, disappeared for like two weeks, then came back and honest to god meant to tell Zuzanna herself that she sent the flower, but she’s a bi disaster and wasn’t able to get the words out, leaving Zuzanna to spot the flower on her own. That went pretty well though all things considered

Helia meanwhile is a pan disaster who made a bit of a show of stammering out that she liked Aracelli, and could they go out together sometime? Aracelli thought it was cute though

47) Who stims? What’s their favorite method of stimming?Aracelli stims with archery practice, petting her bird, sitting upside down and occasionally by lying facedown on her bed

49) Who is the sassiest of all?Belasco “Are you just going to tell me to go fuck myself? Because if so, you’re derivative and boring” Belasco

51) What is that one interest they could spend hours talking about? Who listens?Aracelli’s special interest is bows/ archery!! Honestly if she wants to talk about it Taber would be happy to listen as a fellow admirer of weapons, but the problem is it hasn’t come up yet. God damn that would be cute

53) Who makes lunch for who?The gang buys food at Esovera’s bar on the regular, which I say should count toward our rent

55) Who’s not strong enough to open tight jars? Who has to open it for them?

Belasco: 9 STR

Aracelli: 11 STR

Taber: 18 STR

Take a guess

57) What’s their ideal first date? What was/will their actual first date be like?I’ll just answer she second question of these! 

Aracelli and Helia’s first date was an attempt to eat at a fancy restaurant, both of them bailing because it was too uppity for both of them, then going to Helia’s favourite bar and kicking ass in the fighting pit because why not. Aracelli kicked the most ass and I’m so sad I wasn’t actually present for that

Taber’s and Zuzanna’s was also an outing to a fancy restaurant, less fancy than the one the other two picked but still a good choice for these two rich kids. They chatted over wine and Taber walked Zuzanna home and got a kiss on the cheek before Zuzanna left. It was very cute

59) Who would study for days for a test? Who doesn’t do a lick of studying?Honestly I feel like all of our kids would be pretty good as far as studying!

61) Does anyone have an unusually loud or quiet voice? Does anyone never speak sometimes/at all?Aracelli has gone nonverbal a couple of times, and in general her voice is pretty quiet. Taber keeps hers quiet too, as well as pitching it up. Belasco kinda just talks normally, not loud or quiet

63) Who comes to an event super late? Who comes to it super early?Just gonna answer for Taber for this one too! She’d rather be early to an event than late, she’d definitely be super early if given the chance. Also if Nate is late for an event it’s because he didn’t want to come

65) What’s the most annoying thing about living with these characters/people?Aracelli sometimes just doesn’t wear a shirt, and Belasco is cool with joining in on the naked party, too. That’s just how it is sometimes. Taber is always flustered when this happens. Also Belasco will be subtle and pull personal info out of you/ eavesdrop on all sorts of stuff he shouldn’t. Taber sometimes chills in her full suit of paladin armour for no gd reason other than that she likes wearing it, and it baffles the other two so much

67) Who sees an empty playground and can’t resist playing around for awhile?Probably Aracelli and Helia tbh, and that would also be a really cute date

69) Who’s the one that “you can’t take anywhere”?You can’t take Taber to anyplace where you wanna be stealthy, you can’t take Belasco anywhere if you want him to mind his own business, and you can’t take Aracelli anywhere where there’s no trees

71) What’s the dumbest thing they own, and the story behind it?Taber has a bottle of cheap and shitty perfume that she won at a carnival by playing one of those strength games with the mallet, Aracelli has arrows with heads full of peppercorns meant to be fired in people’s faces (and she made them all by herself!!), and when I asked Nidoran what the dumbest thing Belasco owns is they said “a cat” and that’s fair (and then they later added “6 stolen lemons”, which Belasco stole because Ulrich wouldn’t tell him where he got the lemons in the first place)

73) Who wears/would wear the most colorful or extravagant clothing?Out of everyone in the party, Taber and Belasco both, and Belasco might be a little more extravagant. As far as extravagantly fancy, that would be Zuzanna; for just plain extravagant, Esovera, see point 23

75) What’s a secret one of them have been hiding from the rest?For the longest time Aracelli had been hiding the fact that she was spellscarred, and Taber had been hiding the fact that Deniel is her brother and not her cousin. She’s also hiding the details of what she had to do under the Broker’s servitude, and Belasco is not only hiding as much personal information as he fucking can, but he’s hiding it by lying about it

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Child Clothing Basics For The First Year

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In An Omni-Channel Technique, Who Gets The Attribution? Facebook Ads Supervisor Metrics vs. Google Analytics

"Among the most discouraging aspects of marketing today is over-attribution when comparing Facebook reports to Google reports.

Over-attribution is when you log into Facebook and it informs you it made you $100,000 in a period, then Google says it made you $100,000 because same period. $100,000 x 2 = $200,000, and you just received $125,000 worth of orders during that very same time duration."

This reporting circumstance that Meaghan Connell, CEO and co-founder of Praxis Metrics, shared has the capability to send out chills down many Facebook marketer's back.

It brings up the inevitable question, "Why does the attribution data in Facebook not match the information in Google Analytics?"It's not hard to explain the answer-- it's more that the answer isn't black-and-white, and can often raise more questions for digital online marketers and our clients.

Eventually, Facebook and Google are two contending services with their own exclusive tracking and are diametrically opposed.

Meaghan puts it finest:

"When it pertains to Facebook versus Google tracking and reporting, there are a couple of things you have to understand:

Although the 2 platforms integrate with each other, each is completely separate. They have various objectives, definitions, standards, and capabilities for tracking.

Each platform just owns their own information. That indicates, when you enter into the reporting elements of Google Advertisements or Facebook, you will naturally have actually mathematically prejudiced information. Each platform only sees one variable (their ads) as an influence on your sales. Nevertheless, there are always several variables involved-- multi-channel marketing, public relations, organic posts ... even the weather and political climate may possibly affect your sales.

When you log in and see differing information, it's not that they are attempting to be dishonest, it's that they are just presenting you their side of the story.

Anyone who's ever been in a relationship understands that there is your side of the story, their side of the story, and the truth, which is someplace in the middle. When it comes to Facebook and Google reporting, neither is lying, it's just that neither is revealing you the entire photo due to the fact that they both are naturally prejudiced."

Precisely.

I can't inform you how many discussions and analytics sessions I've had with my mate, Jason Linde, EFFECT's resident Google Ads strategist, on this topic:

"Many of the time I see customers make use of Google Analytics unpacked 'as-is,' not fully understanding that it depends on them to feed Google Analytics information back that helps the platform to much better comprehend their particular organisation model," said Jason. "This indicates that both clients and firms need to work together on setting objectives, removing bad data and discovering that attribution design that best fits their buyer's journey. If you are not filtering your funnel to what matters most, then what are you optimizing for?"

Provided this is a hot button for numerous of my mentors and peers throughout the Facebook, Instagram, and Google Ads universe, I thought it would be fascinating to get their take on the matter too.

Let's begin at the beginning-- Facebook and Google Analytics Are Competitors

They both have ad area to offer you and they both want you to believe their platform provides one of the most return.

Now, this isn't the reason that the metrics are various, but it is the reason we will never see the platforms have cohesive reports.

One of my colleagues, Jason Portnoy (who has a great podcast with a who's who lineup of the digital marketing world), described:

"You'll never ever fix up the two until both platforms merge reporting (which will never ever happen). You can get close, however [they'll] never ever be 100% precise and similar. I have actually gone through in this manner more times than required. I've spoken to some of the leading Facebook online marketers and some of the leading Google online marketers, and both sides say the same."

Both platforms wish to paint themselves in the most positive light and with good reason.

Both have their benefits and can provide outcomes.

"If the client is running display screen [Google Ads] and Facebook [Advertisements], Google tracking becomes important," stated Curt Maly, among my coaches and co-founder of Black Box Social Network.

"If your goal is to generate straight-up customers, top-of-funnel, with little to no retargeting ... I would go off of Facebook statistics. If there is a great deal of traffic that is warm that I'm retargeting (including their e-mail lists)... I'll desire to compare Facebook tracking and Google."

Keep in mind, Curt stated "compare"-- not use one over the other.

In other words, we require to take a look at both to quickly see what's working, what's not, and where to put more spending plan.

We're All In This Together

Often, there is a lot information for you to sort through, you can feel paralyzed. Understanding what to monitor and where to get the details from is no simple task.

The whole digital marketing environment requires to collaborate as a single buyer's journey is rarely one-touch; it usually consists of campaigns or material from a range of sources. (More on that in a second.)

Attempting to nail down the specific credit or attribution for a specific channel in an omni-channel marketing effort like this is not only very difficult, but can lead to some really bad decision-making.

In Google Analytics, you will constantly see substantially less purchases attributed to any channel that is not exclusive to Google.

If you stop running your Facebook Ads, you'll see a drop in organic search and direct conversions.

Likewise, while you can't see purchases from other channels in Facebook Ads Supervisor, if you stop running your Google Ads you'll see your Facebook purchases go down.

"Eventually if you are getting an appropriate cost per acquisition, I like to look at it as an integrated marketing effort resulting in a desired outcome, not 'Facebook gets this much credit and Google that much,'" stated Alex Afterman, Facebook Ads coach and trainer for CatHowell.com, and owner of 11:11 Digital.

That makes good sense-- all of it collaborate to result in the sale.

This is in fact shown with Top Conversion Courses in Google Analytics. Here's an example that reveals exactly what Alex implies:

As you can see, there was no single factor that result in the sale; it was a team effort. Alex continues "... ROAS(Return on Advertisement Invest )looks at attribution for private transactions and customer acquisition. So, if you think about the LTV (Lifetime Value) of your consumers, Facebook and Google-- and any of your prospecting channels-- are getting substantially less income credited to them than they are really producing for your business."

In other words, that conversion course example above is probably ONLY going to associate the actual sale to the last click, which is why it can be so destructive to make budgeting decisions without the complete picture.

We need to not take a particular metric from anywhere at face-value without thinking of the total objectives and health of organisation.

Isolated, one-sided information will be the death of growth, and potentially of services.

Let's Talk About Last Click ...

I want you to think of your own individual online purchasing habits.

When is the last time you discovered a brand name and quickly bought from it?I'm guessing never.

I know I haven't. And, obviously, I'm not alone.

A 2018 Inc. short article highlighted that "a study from Episerver showed that most transactions don't take place during an initial visit to a site. According to their report, nine out of 10 (92%) customers visit a brand's site for the very first time to do something besides purchase."

Let's explore this a bit more.

I am a self-confessed shopaholic and, I can inform you, I never purchase immediately. Here's a quick example:

Me [scrolling through Instagram]: Oh, that t-shirt is so adorable. It would look so great on my 10-year-old.

10-Year-Old: Mama, can you assist me reach the cups?

Me: Yeah, one minute. Let me simply add this yellow t-shirt to the cart.

* crash *

Me: ... what was that?!

10-Year-Old: Oops! I was so thirsty, I may have inadvertently, sort of, maybe overturned every cup in the cabinet.

Me: ...

An hour later.

Me: I need to end up a report. Let me see if I got the information I needed.

Open email.

* chime *

Me: Oh, I need to donate to my pal's cause on Facebook. I'm happy I got that suggestion on Messenger recently. Oh wait, there's that yellow shirt! I have to keep in mind to get that! Let me produce an account and make sure I put it in my cart again.

* shouting *

10-Year-Old: The pet dog got out !! Help me, mom!

Me to myself: $%^&& * #)

Me outloud: Okay honey, coming!

The next day.

Me: Time to grab coffee, check e-mail and get moving! Oh! There's that yellow t-shirt once again! And now it's in my inbox! With a discount! Let me get that for my 10-year-old now.

... I purchase the yellow shirt.

BUT WAIT-- Which platform gets credit for the sale?

The Instagram advertisement? The Messenger advertisement on Facebook? Or the e-mail?

In situations like this, the majority of programs (i.e. Google Analytics) default to what's called "last click."

In this lovely regular purchasing situation for my household, email gets the win.

"You're measuring off of 'they clicked and they transformed,' which is not always properly to do it, in my viewpoint," Andrew Foxwell, and co-founder of Foxwell Digital where he has actually dealt with the similarity KIND Snacks, Hilton, The Grand Ole Opry, Blenders Eyewear, Pura Vida Bracelets, said during among his podcasts.

"That can be challenging when you are taking a look at your budgeting. If you're looking simply at last click, you're going to be dedicating more resources to the places where there's less friction towards completion of the funnel, but possibly not crediting enough of the top of the funnel, where you're really opening and generating new individuals."

To put it simply, you'll be making ad spend decisions based upon data that does not tell the whole story.

There needs to be a much better way to understand attribution, right?

Well, excellent news-- there is.

(Side note: is one of my go-to resources and I extremely advise you add it to your must-listen to list.)

Really Comprehending Attribution Data

Meaghan Connell dug deeper into comprehending attribution for me as well:

"There is a lots of data readily available to you. But data alone will not grow your service," Meaghan began. "It's the understanding from the information that will inform your group on how to grow. Business that concentrate on causation will scale. Those that do not, will stop working."

Simply put, Meaghan is saying that acting from information is the brand-new competitive benefit.

As she rolled up her sleeves (actually and figuratively), I understood I was about to get some juicy viewpoint):

"There are two actions to get accurate reporting on your marketing efforts in your systems.

# 1: Tracking

Get as much info as possible. Info is merely numerous points of data brought together to permit you to see patterns and acquire answers to questions, like:

How much overlap do we have in reporting?

Exist customers that have been exposed to multiple marketing efforts?

If so, are we connecting together their consumer journey with accurate tracking efforts?

What are all the possible influence on our sales?

How have they affected sales before?

Exist connections?

How are you going to respond to these concerns to get the insights you want? You must have the data in order to have the ability to evaluate the information to get insight.

That means, tracking is the first and main component of precision in your reporting:

Are you tracking your customer's journey?

Do you have organized UTMs setup?

Are you utilizing pixels?

Do you have special identifiers for your customers that enable you to see their client journey?

If not, that's your first goal.

Start organizing your tracking efforts so that you can begin gathering the data you will require in the future.

# 2: Reporting

When you have tracking in location, you can usually manually develop Excel reports that provide you a much more accurate representation of your marketing efforts (consisting of lift impacts and other variables). Over time, that becomes tiresome and time consuming and permits for too much human error.

The next logical action is to automate via ETL (drawing out, transforming, and packing the details from these systems into a particular location) and after that to picture the integrated, clean information with a control panel.

This allows you to eliminate squandered time, effort, and offer you insights in a quick and digestible manner."

My brain injures a little. And I enjoy information. Thankfully, she graciously shared an extensive video about info optimization so she can explain it much more:

So, What Now?

I asked Meaghan if it's helpless. Will attribution ever truly be clear?

"Everybody has different backgrounds and experience, so when they take a look at a metric they will see one thing and develop an action product based off their experience; however if you bring in another set of eyes, that person might see something completely different and concern a various conclusion," she responded.

It was a little disconcerting to hear it was so subjective, however then she gave me hope:

"Equalizing data and making it accessible to more individuals will cause higher insights and more options for ways to proceed."

Basically, don't analyze in a vacuum. Acknowledge and appreciate the other perspectives so that you can have a collaborative technique.

Plainly, there's no scarcity of viewpoints on attribution, and as Meaghan pointed out, data will constantly be prejudiced within its own channel.

Eventually the objective is comprehending the true consumer's purchase journey to determine the most effective marketing channels for investment ... and, in turn, service development.

Instead of searching for a single, clear cut answer to the question of Facebook Ads Manager metrics or Google Analytics, you require to embrace a more holistic method to attribution. Work with your group and set clear objectives from the outset of your campaigns.

And, when it's all over, never ever rely on a single channel to inform you the whole story.

This content was originally published here.

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