#I can't wait to show you guys pudding especially ^^

[journiland]

Okay, so yesterday. (This is gonna be lonnng.)

I woke up earlier than usual and got the animals done, but Eclipse's udder looked really big and her tail ligaments felt like squish. (Mind you, I'm not great at feeling them.)

So even though it was 5 days early, it looked like she was going to go within 24 hours.

Vampire and I hustled and spent all day building the kidding stall (I'll get pics later), cleaning and putting clean hay on that section, and putting in a heat lamp, hay feeder, and waterer.

Meanwhile, Oldest was ALSO showing multiple signs of imminent labor all day, up in PA. And she really wants me there. (And again, she ALSO was early, not due for another month!)

Vampire and I worked until after dark, then went to clean the church. I had a bunch of milk that expired the next day, so I was making two batches of pudding, plus a double batch of the family favorite ham and potato casserole (for the fam), and ham, sunchoke, and broccoli casserole (for me, the nightshade-intolerant,) all at the same time. (New invention, it's a keeper.)

Oldest went to the hospital because her contractions were getting regular. She was 3-4 cm dilated and having regular contractions. They gave her multiple doses of meds, but she progressed to 5 cm and contractions weren't stopping.

She was really upset and really wanted me there. Her partner was not being very supportive. I hated to leave the goat, but video chat is a thing. I figured I could walk the guys through it if she needed help.

I can't drive in the dark, but I was about to try and just drive really slow. Vampire had skipped an entire night's sleep to build all the goat stuff. (He usually sleeps from early morning to late afternoon.) He wasn't any shape to drive, but he did call his mom, who was just about to go to bed (it was about 12:30 am at this point), and she agreed to drive me to PA. She doesn't mind driving in the dark.

I have distinctively different views than my MIL on many things, but I really appreciate her in times like this. We get along pretty well, though I have to censor myself a lot. (Especially now that the kids aren't little, so my language includes a decent amount of cursing 😂)

We left about 1:30am. Ish. It was very foggy. A few minutes after we left, Oldest said the contractions were slowing down a bit, but still coming. We kept driving, because 5 cm. But they kept slowing and finally stopped. We pulled over about 45 minutes after we left, and I was texting Oldest like mad, trying to figure out what to do. She finally told us to turn back and wait until morning. So we turned around and headed back. Fun little trip in the wee hours of the morning!

I was keyed up, but finally went to bed about 4:30 am. Woke up at 7:30. Goat not in labor.

Oldest was being sent home with a ten-day supply of anti-labor meds. After that, Grandkid will have cooked enough.

Although Grandkid is not due until right after April Fools Day, but he and goat were apparently both tricking me early! 😂

(I can't believe I stayed up and worked all day with no nap, and then went to bed so late. I did have the help of a good bit of caffeine. Possibly a bipolar thing. I was pretty keyed up the second half of the day.)

[gdiwes]

They them girls!!! 

It’s the OG three Mew Mews, Ichigo, Minto, and Retasu! I’m thinking of making keychains of all five of them since I almost have Pudding done--I’ll post her and Zakuro separately. Also I’ll probably add Berry and Ringo, but idk if I’ll make keychains of them too haha

Edit: I added some bushing to Minto’s skin lol

[fillinforlater]

Labyrinth of the Six

Male Reader x Park Jiwon x Kim Yoohyeon x Kim Sihyeon x Kim Bora x Heo Yoorim x Lee Gahyeon (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Length: 8521 words

Tags: pornography, restraints, orgy, gangbang, sexual game, quirky, blowjob, cowgirl, rough, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, fingering, lesbian play, sensual, creampie, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, face fuck, degradation, ruining, spiting, mommy kink, daddy kink, mating press anal, double penetration, tits play, threesome, hair pull, reverse cow girl, dacryphilia, switch, chain play, a lot of sperm, pornactor!You

TW: Read the tags. I promise it's not too crazy, but maybe you don’t like degradation, dacryphilia, chain play, face fuck

(A/N: My 50th fic. Sorry for the long wait, but I hope it's worth it. I hope it's one in a million, for you, for me, for the community.)

"For the contract and the NDA to be effective, you have to sign here—"

Without hesitation, your sweaty fingers carry the black pen across the smooth, expensive paper, leaving the black letters of your signature.

"—and down here, please."

Repeat the process. The slight, still noticeable tremble in your hand makes it deformed as you find your name slightly underneath the line. 

It does not seem to matter though, as the guy in front of you nods approvingly. With a calm hand he collects both pieces you can't believe you just signed, then the same hand is pointed at you. A handshake follows, while you stand up from your chair, knees like pudding.

"Congratulations on taking this final step!" the man says, a bright smile on his face. 

"Thank you very much for this opportunity! I am more thrilled than ever before in my life, and I cannot wait to start!" you respond, extending the handshake a second or two longer.

"Well, I hope you mean this literally—"

The wooden door swings open. A modern, casual office design invades your view, and you feel an uncountable amount of eyes on yourself.

"—because you will start right now."

"A-Are you sure? As a newcomer, with no training?"

"Yes. Please follow Mister Chance over here. He will guide you to the location of the shoot. Good luck out there."

A single wave, and the man in his gray-blue suit disappears back into the room, his office. A smaller, older man stares at you in judging silence and when he walks, you fight through your hesitance and follow him.

A long walk down the hallway. A long wait in the elevator. A long drive in the black Mercedes. All along, your mind hurries back the path that brought you to this place, this company, this job.

#

A young man with a genuine, calm, peaceful smile. With his gray-blue suit, pants the same color, and a regular black suit case, he was definitely on the more professional side of people, especially this late at night in a suburban subway station.

As he passed by you, something urged you to look back; it had to be Fortuna herself, and maybe Aphrodite helped her, because right before your eyes, the man lost his purse. 

You do what everyone should do: return it, without checking what is inside. Life will pay you back one day, you said to yourself, not knowing that it would in just that moment.

"Thank you very much! You have no idea how grateful I am for your sincerity. Say,—"

You did not expect the man to start a conversation. Slightly embarrassed, you turn on your heel and try to show nothing but interest for this kind looking stranger.

"—do you like your job?"

"Uhm, I guess it's alright."

"Excuse me for being so upfront, but that does not sound convincing. In this purse are at least 10,000$ in cash. If you answer my questions in all honesty, this money shall be yours."

The man got hit by an irritated, blank stare. Does he not know that this is very rude, you thought to yourself. What convinced you to listen to him were the copious amounts of checks and bills he pulled out and showed to you in secret.

"I won't get too personal, I swear."

"F-Fine."

"Very well then: How much do you earn in your current job?"

"1,500$ a month."

"Do you enjoy your job? Does it fulfill you?"

You scraped the back of your head, eyes wandering off to somewhere else in the station. You wanted to avoid this weird guy at all costs. Even the grisly graffiti opposite your platform was a hideout for your gaze.

Then again, you agreed to this. You agreed to get money, quite a lot of money, in return for some personal data—it's basically like using an App or any Website, but getting cash for using it. Honesty was your strongest companion that night.

"Uhm, no. Definitely not."

Suddenly, he moved closer, uncomfortably close. You backed off, but only an inch to not give him the idea of not wanting the money. His deep, brown eyes pierced through you like daggers of intensity. A serious tone underlined his final question:

"Would you quit your job right now to become a porn actor?"

#

Tied tightly to the rest of a surprisingly comfortable chair, your reasoning returns for a minute. Maybe it's because of the bitter aftertaste of the libido inducing serum you just swallowed. Maybe it's because the six beautiful faces of the contestants are shown on the large TV positioned right in front of you.

But maybe it's the fact that there are a dozen cameras pointed at you, at the surroundings, the girls—their naked bodies. This is real, this is happening now, and somehow, you are part of this.

The things before are still dreamlike, hazy, unreal to you: the arrival in a Mercedes, the hasty preparation room, the quick, simplistic explanation of your part in this game, the incredibly large labyrinth, the chair and TV in the middle of it. 

Words by Mr. Chance:

"We have arrived, sir. Please follow me."

Words by the stylist:

"This will be your outfit. Some simple adjustments are necessary, so please hurry."

Words by the game master:

"All you need to do is: sit, fuck, tease. Take your time, then hit them with the secret. Act like they broke you—yet try to remain neutral. Most importantly: enjoy it and please, drink this before the shoot."

Words by the architect:

"The labyrinth is 700 meters long, 300 meters wide and filled with all kinds of puzzles, traps, contraptions—but that is not important for you. Please, follow this cameraman to your area."

Words from the TV:

"All contestants, crew, staff and actors, please move to your designated positions immediately! The game will start in one minute and thirty seconds. We are Live in five, four, three, two,..."

Avoid the lenses of each camera—you're not their focus right now anyway. And when you eventually fall into focus, your black dress pants and all-white shirt don't look half-bad. What a surprise that a company producing videos of mostly naked people cares so much about clothing; that shirt is a hundred bucks at least.

The TV screen is split in six sections, showing the two teams with three women each. Partially shaky, partially unfocused cameras and perspectives make it difficult for any viewer to closely look at their faces. It's a lot easier to check out the very different types of nude bodies. 

One of them is exceptionally tall, long hair, long legs, yet she finds herself challenged with another odd puzzle, hindering her advances through the green maze. 

One from the opposing team looks very small in comparison, with big, juicy thighs and speedy steps, yet she finds herself in a frustrating dead end, her second already.

Back to the other team you see one contestant trying to climb the green labyrinth walls. Her full ass-cheeks wobble with every hop her shapely legs take—the camera focuses on it perfectly—yet her attempts at reaching the top are futile.

Back to the first team, where you finally see a focused close-up of a cute, feisty looking face with big, pouty lips. She found a good route with no puzzles, yet a trapdoor sent her down into a pit filled with foam blocks. The fall likely did not hurt her, but it slows her down immensely.

All of these rapid-fire events, chaotic jump-cuts and funny moments that inable you to fully grasp what the-actual-fuck is happening, become secondary, when the cameraman to your right points out an entrance, which connects the labyrinth to your current area. For a second you wonder, why all focus shifts to this quiet, empty spot but then you hear the heavy breaths of someone sprinting at full speed. 

Around a final corner, and she bursts onto the scene. Completely nude, of course, yet focused like an athlete, ready to break her personal best. Even as she tries to catch her breath, she still stands confidently, one hand placed at her beautifully shaped hips and the other on her puffed up chest. Bright, blonde hair falls down her back like a golden waterfall but because of her even brighter grin you barely notice it. 

“Guess I’m first, huh?” she asks, while stepping in front of you. Her thumb wanders over your chin, then up to your lip, as a deep whisper makes your eyes widen instantly: “You will tell me everything, baby. You have no other choice.”

She crashes her lips bluntly onto yours, pushing out pained ‘hmm’ sounds and useless twists of your bound arms and shoulders. An overwhelming tongue invades your mouth, untamable and fast like a cheetah. From teeth to palate to the insides of your cheeks, it’s all hers in no time. The seal her lips form forces you to breathe through your nose and another invasion happens. Her lavender smell, mixed with sweat, makes your head spin and the tent in your pants tighten.

At the same time her face backs away from yours, her hands back away as well—with the hem of your pants in a secure hold. You two gasp in unison.

“Wow, not bad. Not bad at all. This will be fun for me.”

“W-who are you?”

“I’m Jiwon, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is you telling me the secret—” she wraps her left hand around your girth, and pulls down hard. Again, her delicate right fingers glide along your chin, “—to winning this game.”

Just like her initial kiss, her handjob starts out with the same roughness. Every yank down of her hand is fierce and uncontrolled. Maybe she wants to show you her eagerness and dominance. Or she is rather inexperienced with handling a cock and doesn't know that it is more than just a dildo. Either way, you release groans with more pain than pleasure in them, as a mixture of the aphrodisiac and her hot body keeps you hard. Your lack of enjoyment does not go unnoticed by her:

“Hm? You don’t like it?”

“N-no, not really. It’s too rough, it kinda hurts.”

 “R-really? Fuck…”

The tearing at your shaft comes to a halt. Jiwon looks lost. In shame, she avoids your gaze and looks at your throbbing cockhead. You just notice how small her hands look compared to your size. A sudden idea lights up your head. Maybe it will get you out of this awkward dilemma.

“Jiwon…”

“Yes, yes, what is it?” she responds in an unsure voice.

“If you can make me cum before another player arrives, I’ll tell you the secret. Deal?”

Jiwon looks back at the screen. It seems like most of them will definitely still need some time to find their way through this labyrinth. You can see determination fight through an uncertain gaze, while hoping that she does not continue her handjob. A smirk forms on your lips, when she puts her lips onto your tip. 

“Deal. I-I hope you like this…”

If your following sounds aren’t evidence enough of your enjoyment, then your reassurance by caressing her blonde hair should be. Jiwon starts to lick your tip, gently, yet surprisingly skilled, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking the first couple of inches. This might be great beginner's luck or a new found talent or just the impeccable sensation of a hot mouth engulfing your most sensitive part.

What would you give to be free of these constraints? To be able to grab her head and plunge in fully, to fuck yourself into it, to make her sore. The feeling of her sweaty hair on your sweatier palms making this the sweatiest you two have probably ever been. Although life has been good to you the last couple of days, this enjoyment is rejected.

Jiwon tries her best to make you forget this tiny imperfection by going deeper. As you gradually disappear in her, you feel her getting more tense, more anxious, more—

She chokes. She shrieks. Basically simultaneously, and backs off completely, small rivers of drool run down the phallic length and pool at your shaven base. Jiwon's eyes are a pool as well, salty tears collect there, but they are not allowed to burst.

"Hey, you! Get off him. I challenge you to a duel!"

From another entrance, opposite of the one Jiwon entered, a woman shouts to your general direction. Her index finger points at the surprised, teary girl in between your legs.

"Who are you?" you ask, as you haven't seen her on any of the screens. But then you remember: before Jiwon arrived, you had only paid attention to four other girls. As this is a game of three versus three, one must be missing. And it's this absolute beauty.

"My name is Yoohyeon, sweety. Excuse me, but I have to do something first."

She approaches Jiwon, who tries to cover her private parts while looking like an absolute mess. Yoohyeon stretches out a hand and a sudden, booming robotic voice announces the scene to the audience:

"Yoohyeon of Team Dreamcatcher has challenged Jiwon of Team Everglow. You will play rock-paper-scissors. Please start in 3… 2… 1…"

One of them smirks, the other frowns. Without hesitation, two fingers form scissors. With too much hesitation, a hand forms a fist. The robotic voice announces the winner:

“Yoohyeon of Team Dreamcatcher wins, as Jiwon of Team Everglow was not fast enough. Jiwon, please back off for five minutes.”

“Yeah, you better do,” Yoohyeon playfully says, while locking eyes with you, “because it’s my turn now. I will get the secret out of this handsome man here.”

You gasp when Yoohyeon straddles your lap. The chaotic, absurd, hilarious situation made you almost forget to inspect her body, and now that it is this close, you can’t help but to be in awe. No man deserves to be this lucky, to see abs this toned, to feel skin this smooth and to hear a voice this sultry. 

“I will make you feel so good, baby. I am all yours. If you tell me the secret, I’ll get rid of these stupid shakles and let you touch every inch of my body.”

“Tempting, really. But I need some proof that you are any good.”

Yoohyeon smiles and kisses your cheek. No more words are needed as she skillfully lines her pussy up with your dick. Wet, hot folds rub along your tip for a second and make you forget that there is another girl close by, who had your cock in her mouth less than a minute ago. The absurdeties of pornography, and you are right in the middle of it all.

A deep, gorgeous moan right next to your ear by this gorgeous woman tells the viewer that you penetrate her. At first it’s only parts of your cock, but after a small adjustment, Yoohyeon is able to take your entire length and have it seated in her slick cavern. At this moment you do not need any libido increasing serum, as a look into her slowly melting face is stimulating beyond all need. 

“If… fuck, so tight… if I can cum in this god-like pussy, I’ll tell you the secret—”

“Yes! Fuck me, fill me up! Shove your seed in me with your huge cock!”

“But… if you cum before I do, you lose and I will never tell you the secret. Deal?”

Yoohyeon eyes you in shock. She looks stunning, with her contemplative gaze and rosy cheeks and blonde, messy hair—quite similar to Jiwon’s actually. Unlike during the game of rock-paper-scissors, she hesitates to answer. To your surprise, she suddenly starts to rock her hips back and forth to stimulate your cock, while still contemplating her decision. 

Groan at the excellent way she tries to trick you, before proving that you are not naive:

“I know what you are trying to pull, so it won’t work. Deal or no Deal?”

“Ugh, fine,“ Yoohyeon whines. A quick lick from your throat to your jaw, then as she reaches your lips she moans: “Deal. I’ll milk you dry.”

And milking, she does. Furious movements up and down, like she is your hand giving you satisfaction in your bed at midnight, as you watch the greatest porn that any person ever had the joy to watch. This comparison fails massively, as Yoohyeon’s cunt is a million times better than any hand ever could be. It’s also probably still in the early evening and you are not watching porn. No, you are producing it. 

However many men will watch this clip, they will never experience how fucking tight Yoohyeon is and how fast she fucks herself onto you, desperate for your release so she can win this game. The slapping sound is like the rhythmic beat for a song, and her moans are the vocals that are not allowed to reach their high-note, although it feels inevitable. This song definitely has a high-note. 

“I bet you like this pussy, baby. Am I not the tightest you ever had?”

“Hm. And I bet I’m the biggest you ever had.”

Do the only useful move you can on this chair: buckle up your hips. Your crotch meets her ass wonderfully, making the loudest clap sound yet, and Yoohyeon’s hiss is amplified by her fingers digging into your nape. She certainly is closer to the peak than you. Her song runs at 1.5 times the speed, so she slows down the movement of her hips.

A lip bite to muffle her moans before she engages in a wild makeout session with you. But even her skilled tongue swirling inside your mouth and overwhelming your own does not make you cum faster than her. The feeling of her walls squeezing harder and weter tell the truth she is not ready to admit. 

Luckily for her, a high-pitched giggle interrupts her:

“Wow, Yoohyeon! You didn’t even wait for me! Are you that horny?”

Take a second to regain your focus. Only now you recognize the approaching, nude figure: it’s the small woman with the big thighs and speedy legs. Apparently she is in the same team as Yoohyeon, who has completely stopped riding you and tries to catch her breath. 

“S-sua-unnie… you took so long… I—”

“I think you are just very needy~” Sua says, pressing her breasts against Yoohyeon’s back, while wrapping one arm around her waist. The taller blonde squirms at the touch.

“I-I, I’m just needy, needy to win.”

“Yeah, of course, “ Sua moans sarcastically, while rubbing down to Yoohyeon’s thighs, teasing the thoroughly fucked entrance, and collecting samples of the fresh nectar.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you jokingly address the new player, “If she cums before me, you might lose this game.”

The small Sua looks over her teammates shoulder and into your smirking face. Unimpressed by your threat, she inserts her juice covered fingers into your mouth. The unexpected taste makes you lick the digits without giving it a second thought. In an instant, Sua shifts from playful and easy going to dominant and controlling.

“When it comes to sex, I have never lost a game. Believe me, boy, I can make you cum easily. And with these around your wrist,” she points at the constraints that hold you to the chair, “you won’t be able to resist me.”

A chill runs down your spine, while Sua trails down Yoohyeon’s spine and gets on her knees. The base of your cock is right at her mouth and the palm of her tiny hand cups your balls gently, yet threateningly. It would be unwise of her to do something painful to you—but you never know. 

Sloppy licks on your already glistening cock, then pokes on Yoohyeon’s ass; seems like Sua wants her to continue. The double attack might have them at an advantage, but Yoohyeon still looks dangerously close. Not that it was a concern for you: it’s all pleasure for you, it’s all show for the consumer. The five or so cameras on you fade into the background, only the newly bouncing girl on your cock is in your focus.

Sua’s interruption moved back your two climaxes. Temporarily. Yoohyeon goes back to full speed. Every muscle, from the tip of her toes to those in her gorgeous face fights to make this stimulating yet unstimulating. An odd paradox which Sua has to pay no mind to.

The older, small woman puts all her experience, and it seems to be quite a lot of experience, into her tongue and hand action in between your spread legs. From your point of view it is hard to see, yet easy to feel how every square centimeter of your hardness Yoohyeon’s clamping pussy doesn’t reach gets coated in saliva. 

The advantage has shifted; at this pace you might lose. Your calls for unfairness would reach no ear. Who would listen to someone whining that two women try their best to make you burst inside one of them? A man has got to help himself, with the only part he can move; his head.

Yoohyeon adjusts for a moment. In this slight time frame, you take one of her solid nipples into your mouth and suck vigorously, like you want to make her lactate by pure willpower. Your tongue flicks the nub like a light switch, and Yoohyeon’s eyes begin to flicker. 

Screams are stuck in her throat. Victory is yours for sure. The girl has stopped moving, her sweaty thighs rest on yours, her shaven pussy leaks, her swollen chest heaves. There is nothing she can do, except get up and stumble backwards. Away from your mast, away from your mouth, away from—

Into the arms of an opponent.

“Do you mind me helping you?” a sweet voice asks.

“Wha—AH!”

Yoohyeon’s orbs widen to their maximum extent, while two fingers extend themselves into her dripping cunt and a thumb rubs her clit. She probably thought she had escaped, but a gorgeous, barely flushed brunette from the opposing team has caught her. With no mercy, she finishes the blonde girl.

A powerful burst of squirt shoots out of Yoohyeon’s pussy. Her knees buckle, hips tremble as she sinks to the ground. Is she feeling pleasure, or the dread of defeat? Did she see her irresistibly sexy killer, or is her mind blank? Wait, is touching an opponent even allowed? 

As long as the consumer likes it, who cares. The scene was absolutely perfect.

“That was easier than I thought. Can’t complain. Hey, you!” she points to a stunned Sua in between your legs, yet you still react to the call.

“Huh?”

“No, not you. I will take care of your, my God, absolute monster in a second. First off, I challenge this small, yet kinda hot slut to a duel.”

“What the fuck? How dare you call me a slut!”

Sua jumps up. Fury in her eyes, and you are glad her hands shape into a fist away from your rod. The same fist is ready to fight; in a game of rock-paper-scissors that is. A staredown starts as the robotic voice announces the duel:

“Sihyeon of Team Everglow has challenged Sua of Team Dreamcatcher to a duel. You will play rock-paper-scissors. Please start in 3… 2… 1…”

Swiftly, Sua shakes her balled up hand to reveal her pick: it’s rock. 

Sihyeon smiles calmly. Her gentle fingers, a little of Yoohyeon’s juice still stuck on them, are stretched out to form her pick: paper.

“Sihyeon of Team Everglow wins. Sua, please back off for five minutes.”

“That’s bullshit! So fucking unfair…” 

Sua looks like she is about to throw a tantrum, but the calm beauty in front of her makes her shut up—by sealing her lips with her own. And all of a sudden, a potential fight escalates to a make out session, which Sihyeon uses to get past Sua by spinning her around. 

Firm, slappable ass cheeks wrap around your cock as the kiss ends and Sua is left pouting in silence. With sluggish bends, Sihyeon jerks off your dick with nothing but her large, round peach. Needless to say that it is not on the level of Yoohyeon’s pussy, but an impressed groan still leaves your lips. 

Sihyeon gives you a sexy gaze above her shoulder, while brushing away her long, dark brown hair. 

“Hey. I bet you like how your big cock looks at my ass. Imagine it inside me. My pussy wrapping around it~”

“Not bad, not bad,” you say, putting on a facade of toughness, “How about you show me what you got? Spin around for me.”

Sihyeon does so willingly, her now signature smile still on her lips. As she slowly spins around, her hands travel along her perfect curves, wide hips, sizable breasts and to her heat. Seductively, her fingers pass through the well-trimmed above her slit, until she touches her swollen clit. She mewls and giggles softly at her own touch. With this show, her entire being, face to thighs, has embedded itself in your mind forever.

“You like what you see? Does the hair bother you?”

“Not at all. You look excellent. Already very excited, huh?”

“Well,” Sihyeon looks around the room, to Yoohyeon, to Sua, and to Jiwon, who starts to approach her with determined steps and swaying hips, “seeing so many naked bodies and such a big girth does things to me~”

“I see,” you whisper with a smirk, “then how about a deal for you to get that precious information out of—”

To your visible surprise, Sihyeon presses her index on your talkative lips and gets into the same position as Yoohyeon before her. Your cock rests at her folds, but not for long. While gliding down on it, she says with remarkable composure: 

“No deal. I’m only here to pleasure you.”

And that is exactly what she does. Sensually, with all her passion and without raising her hip. She just twists and twirls them, her warm walls grind mind numbingly on your mast, you can’t help but throw your head back. Like a tornado of changing pressure, Sihyeon swirls her hips. She starts to lean forward, pressing her breasts into your chest. Oh, what would you give for the shirt to be—

Open.

It’s open.

A couple of buttons don’t survive the sudden tear of Jiwon at the expensive fabric. Fresh air has no time to hit your chest, because Sihyeon immediately presses hers onto it. It’s hot. 

How did you miss Jiwon though? She did walk over, but even when you threw your head back, you did not see her adorable, highly concentrated, almost stern looking face. Sihyeon’s pussy is at fault. Its grip is just too good, too mesmerizing, your vision must have blurred or gone white. 

“I-is Sihyeon g-good, Mister?”

The response you give the unsure blonde is nothing but irregular hums of enjoyment. She seems to get the message though. 

“I’m… I’m sorry that I w-was so bad… before.”

“Don’t—fuck—sweat it. Train, train a little more, ‘kay?”

“How about,” Sihyeon rises from your chest, her lower body still in full motion to stimulate your cock, “you use that tongue right now?”

And with that, she uses her left palm to press Jiwon’s face onto hers and engages into an explosive attack of her tongue. 

In awe you watch from below as these beautiful women make out. Their eyes are closed, moans suppressed and saliva spills from their mouths, especially Jiwon's. The porbographic clichee is blatently obvious and it would bother you if it weren't so fucking hot.

Sihyeon seems to get the most enjoyment out of this as her nipples grow more erect each second Jiwon gets more into the kiss. Her hands dig into the blonde strands of her friend and it's like she holds on for dear life.

You're about to unload. A tight pussy became even tighter, sexy faces became even sexier, and feral moans became even more feral. An animalistic showing for the viewer—and Sihyeon brings it to perfection.

A sudden, not-before-done slam of her hips onto your cock makes her cum nanoseconds before you. With a freed mouth she screams and easily overwhelms your satisfied howl, understandable, no, necessary, as you pump her full of your seed.

The fulfillment of a carnal desire is apparently enough to make you oblivious to the fact that millions of people can watch your dick fill a stranger's pussy with whiteness. Whiteness that slowly runs out of her in tiny blobs as she falls to the side and into Jiwon's arms. They both sink to the floor, a satisfied girl and a needy girl.

"I-I want ne-next, Mist—"

"Uhm, no!" Sua shouts and storms towards them,"I'll challenge you to a duel, so you can fuck off and have me have a piece of that!"

"Not if I challenge you first," a completely new voice remarks cheekishly.

"Small one, I think you have to go through me first. I challenge you too!" Another new voice from the same direction. 

Moments ago, you gave the most glorious creampie of all time. Now, you find yourself in a shouting match between one, two, three, four, five, six, seven—no, it's only six girls, partially known, partially unknown to you.

Before the situation can escalate further, if multiple confusing rounds of rock-paper-scissors can even be called an escalation, the robotic voice interrupts everyone sharply.

"Attention, attention! Every contestant has arrived at the center of the arena, which is why the rules will be changed. There will be no more duels. The only way to stop an opponent is by stimulating their erogenous zones. Also: Gahyeon of Team Dreamcatcher and Aisha of Team Everglow both get a toy of their choice as they have solved the most puzzles. Please move to the backstage area to receive it."

Everyone is slow to react after the excessive downpour of information. Everyone, except Sua, who takes the opportunity to immediately jump on the free seat that is your lap.

"Fuck, finally you're mine, boy! Tell me: what can I do to make you tell me the secret? Do you want to cum in my pussy too? I bet I'm tighter than that bitch over there."

Sua gives Sihyeon an amused and disgusted look, while reaching for your re-hardening shaft. Her soft hand give slow strokes and you grow and grow as her words get dirtier and dirtier:

"Or I can put your huge dick between my thighs and jerk it off. Did you notice them? I bet you never felt how that soft skin makes you cum."

You wince a little and stare down at the two pieces of pale smoothness that keep Sua upright. They are fucking marvelous, yet…

"Or should I get on my knees again and use my wet tongue to coat your entire cock, before I deepthroat that massive thi—"

"Yes, fuck! Just fucking do it already!"

Those words came out a lot more desperate than they needed to. Maybe they were even unprofessional for a porn actor, but Sua does not seem to mind it in the slightest:

"Oh, needy boy. I will suck you dry. Watch me."

Sua gets out of your sight and down on her knees, like she described. Then she releases her tongue, wrapping and swirling it around your juice covered cock, like she described. Finally, she aligns the base with her throat and glides the entire length down her throat until a violent gag disrupts her. With more time, she would have described this process as well.

Perhaps the serum can keep you hard for hours with no end. But how long can your mind handle this? You feel light headed by the head of Sua, wishing for nothing more than to grab her black hair and fuck her head until your head explodes. Dazed words gasp out of your mouth, again desperate:

"S-Sua, please, fuck; open these shakles, pl-please!"

Sua's slightly sore sounds spell splendid stories:

"Only, only, if you fuck my face like I'm a worthless slut, and drown my in your cum."

"Of course, yes, always!"

She smiles, and while still licking up and down your cock, she opens the knots holding you down. As the ropes loosen and fall to the ground, Sua devours you again, forcing not only gags, but also streams of tears from her eyes this time. 

You never imagined seeing tears of joy mixed with mascara on a woman's face. Time to make more. A lot more.

Your hands run, without thought or guidance, by pure instinct alone, over her messy, stained, soft cheeks and up to her hair. You bundle it to two makeshift pony tails and stand up from the chair. A final look in her eyes; they could not beg better.

Fuck her face onto you, fuck yourself onto her face. Find a rhythm where you reach deep down into her, make her choke, make her flail, before pulling out. Repeat, forever. Make her feel your heat, feel her heat the same. 

Your eyes close instinctively and for the first time since Sua said her final words; your ears pick up sounds from your surroundings again. You hear curses, slurps, slaps, screams, and a fuckton of moans, trumping everything like a choir of lust. 

There is definitely a lot more happening around you. Maybe you are not even the focus of the camera currently. Either way, opening your eyes will definitely reveal a breathtaking scenery of wild, uncontrolled girl-on-girl action that you can't miss.

But you still have a promise to fulfill. You focus only on Sua. Her eyelids flutter like crazy and she starts to grab your thighs tightly for support. She is starting to look like you fucker her silly. Every new gag sounds like hardcore violence, so you lower the pacing and give her jaw some rests. It does not decrease your pleasure: her throat is hot and tight just as before. 

A bold thought overtakes your clouded mind. It alone is so strong that it pushes you inches before orgasm. Acting on it could make for a great scene, a pornographic spectacle, although you're not sure if Sua likes it.

"Ah, fuck it."

You stare deeply into her eyes, while pulling her silky black hair towards your crotch. Sua probably expects a final, heavy thrust before you feed her your seed, but before that, you spit in her face. A final degradation on a thoroughly ruined woman—and now she jokes on your cum.

The first spurts land deep in the back of her throat, the second wave in her mouth, and the finale is on her face and tits, which you have not given any attention. A fucking waste, but whatever. At least they are glazed with your load now.

You should collapse on the floor like Sua does, speechless, spent, sexually satisfied. But the serum from before keeps you hard and with your eyes now unoccupied, you search for your next prey. Comparable to a feral lion, you walk to the first couple you see:

In a mating press: Yoohyeon. The one pressing her: the exceptionally tall girl who was the last to enter the area. The pressing instrument: a huge, purple strap-on.

"Yoorim-mommy, faster! G-give me your cock!"

Yoohyeon's repeated screams get interrupted by Yoorim forcing one of her breasts into her mouth. Yoohyeon doesn't hesitate, and immediately sucks all over it, while gently cupping the other.

"Look, baby, who is here? I think Daddy wants to fuck you too, hm?" Yoorim asks, looking over her shoulder towards you. She winks and mouths a singular word, while still jolting her hips and pleasuring Yoohyeon with the fake-dick.

Ass. 

Does it make sense that these two opponents of different Teams now act out such a kinky and random scene? No.

Does anyone really care? Director, cameraman, actresses, actor, viewer? No.

Does Yoorim reach backwards to spread Yoohyeon's tasty looking, surprisingly big ass cheeks? Yes.

It takes the blink of an eye, and you bury half of your throbbing cock into Yoohyeon's rectum. A booming yelp is forced out of the blonde girl, who now has to deal with two people thrusting in and out of her tight holes.

Yoorim moans satisfied. She picks up the pace and you contemplate keeping up with her but then realize that the current feeling is more than enough for your thoroughly used phallus.

You feel Yoohyeon squeeze down naturally and you feel Yoorim's thrusts throw the thin inside walls. You feel their asses and legs on your digits as you run them all over it. Last but not least, you ears feel each of their unreasonable, feral, mindless words of sexual bliss:

"Daddy, Mommy, you are so big! Please fuck baby!"

"Baby, you are so tight! If you scream louder, you deserve Daddy's load."

"Yes! Daddy, give me your load! Breed my ass, Daddy!"

"Such a dumb Baby. Mommy needs to punish you."

A loud clap. Not the applause of the audience, but Yoorim's hand meeting Yoohyeon's ass with a singular strike. Then another, a third one. 

At this point you have to grit your teeth to not join the cacophony of moans. As your third orgasm approaches, you finally penetrate Yoohyeon fully. The depths you reach make her quiver and shout in ecstasy.

"I'm cumming, Mommy! Daddy, please! Cum too!"

Spread her cheeks, pound her with Yoorim's rhythm and unload an unholy amount in her godly ass. You rest your base at Yoohyeon's puckered hole and watch girl-cum stream out of her pussy when Yoorim removes the strap-on from it. 

"Is it deep, baby? Is that a good cock?"

"Y-yes. Th-thank you, Daddy."

Yoohyeon mewls cutely, when you pull your solid shaft out of her. The gaping hole doesn't even leak white; it's too deep inside her. Heavy breaths from each of you to recollect yourselves.

"That serum is insane. You're still hard as a rock," Yoorim whispers in awe, while staring back over her shoulder. This position prevents you from seeing her entire face, so with no warning issued, you grab her wrist and spin her around. 

"You like looking back over your shoulder?" you ask jokingly, trying to ignore the pulsing of your rigid manhood.

"Yeah, I do. What about it?"

"I couldn't see your face. You look hella pretty. It's a shame to hide it."

Yoorim laughs while she wraps her hands around your nape: "Are you flirting with me? No need for flattery, you're here to fuck me anyways."

You quickly press a kiss on her lips. She actually starts to blush a little and avoids your gaze, until you groan into her ear:

"I'll fuck you in the ass, doggy. Don't forget to look back, pretty."

The two of you act synchronized like olympic team swimmers and your dick is parting her tiny back entrance. She hisses in pain. You stop your advances and wait for her to do her signature look back. Doey orbs and pouty lips greet you:

"Let me, let me adjust. It's been long, you know."

"If Yoohyeon was still paying attention, she'd be disappointed in her Mommy," you say in a deep, soothing voice while kissing down her wonderful, long back. "Be a good Mommy and relax for Daddy, okay?"

Yoorim nods and sighs. Deep breath. Deep breath. You're able to enter her, gradually, with all the care in the world. Yoohyeon in comparison must be an anal freak, but the difference doesn't matter. Some viewers will enjoy the change of pace and the slow and sensual stuff.

"Hm, damn."

"Does it hurt?"

"Fuck, yes. But at the same time, it feels weirdly good. Can you pull my hair a little?"

"Uhm, sure. Tell me, if I'm too hard, fast, whatever."

Another peek of Yoorim. It feels almost iconic now.

"Give them a show, Daddy."

That is what you are here for: to make a show out of fondling her hair and getting a hold of it. To make a show out of stroking her hips and jamming them down on it. To make a show out of forcing her to squeal and tremble under the might of your cock. 

Her rectum is the show for you. It wrings, squeezes, and imprints itself on you, from tip to base. It overwhelms your senses, thrust after thrust, as you widen the entrance. She will remember you forever.

Pull harder to mess up the strands at her back even more. Take a handful of her butt and knead it like the perfect dough it is. Yoorim is a full package, a great experience, a 10/10 ride in a wild amusement park. Sadly, those rides are always short.

"I'm close, Yoorim. Where do you want Daddy's load?"

"Inside. Paint Mommy's asshole white, Daddy. Mark me for today."

A couple of jolts later, and you release it. A squirm of joy shoots through Yoorim, her body flies upwards, then it comes gliding down. Her body lost all of its tension, and when you slowly drag out of her red hole, she falls to the side. Closed eyes, a smile on her face.

"Did you even cum?"

"No," she shakes her head, long legs resting atop each other, long torso expanding with each exasperated breath. "It doesn't matter though. I had fun."

A flurry of taps on your nape pulls you out of this somewhat wonderful moment too soon. Work is calling, and you still need to get used to it. There will be another naked woman behind you, and you will have sex with her.

Damn, you couldn't even ask why Yoorim picked a strap-on. At least you can ask the final player why she chose the toy she chose. What will it be?

You get up, then spin around. In front of you is the girl with the big pouty lips, Gahyeon of Team Dreamcatcher. Short, dark brown hair, feisty looking, although she tries to make it look sinister, vicious, controlling. 

"You're Gahyeon? Sorry, if you're trying to look threatening; it's not really working. The only 'scary' thing about you is that thing in your hand."

Gahyeon raises the object up to your face: a dog's collar with a metal chain attached to it. Whatever her small rattle with it is supposed to indicate to you, you object to her and push it back down.

"Not interested."

"Damn. Well, I'll get my satisfaction elsewhere then. Anyways," Gahyeon turns her head to look through the room, still talking to you,"I think you haven't told anyone the secret yet."

"Oh fuck. I kinda forgot."

"Idiot. Is it too late already?"

"Actually, no. But to level the playing field for the finale we need to find Jiwon."

"Jiwon? Who is that and why do we need her?"

You grin and carefully move over to where Jiwon sits, at the edge of the one and only chair in this room. Gahyeon follows, annoyance written all over her face. 

"M-mister," Jiwon stands up when she sees you,"please tell me: W-what can I do to win us the game?"

"Glad you ask. I was just about to tell you. Listen closely:" You should feel stupid or awkward for standing naked and erect between two very attractive strangers, nude and aroused as well, while telling them how to fuck you. But all awkwardness is rendered obsolete by pure, unquenched horniness.

"The secret to winning is that each Team has to have the three holes, ass, pussy, mouth filled. But only one member is eligible for one hole. Now you just have to find out which of your holes has to be filled."

Sounds about right, you tell yourself. The two beauties still haven't found the answer, so you take your time to inspect their bodies thoroughly:

They are both about the same height. Gahyeon stands proud, her remarkable breasts and well-groomed pussy on full display. You assume she hides her focus beneath a cool layer of boredom, emphasized by her unimpressed features and chain rattling. 

Jiwon on the other hand looks a lot less collected and more ashamed. Her posture is timid, her arms hide her bosom, which is smaller than Gahyeon's, and the way her legs entangle, her shaven pussy is barely visible. You assume that when you criticized her handjob skills and she (literally) choked at her blowjob, her confident facade fell apart. 

Suddenly, an equally terrified and excited Jiwon falls to her knees and crawls towards you. Pressing her cheek on your cock, she whisper cutely:

"You, you need to cum in my mouth, Mister. S-so please, fill my face."

Her plea is hot and without a doubt tempting, but what really catches your aroused attention is Gahyeon, when she grabs Jiwon's throat to put the collar on it. 

"Hey! What—"

"Shut up, bitch! Stay on your fucking knees, like the bitch dog you are! You don't deserve that dick."

Gahyeon's intimidation works on at least one person, likely the only one in this room. Jiwoo whines in terror. She looks to you for help, some sort of salvation, but it's nowhere to be found.

At this moment, you have to let the show just be show. Your paycheck is the same, no matter if Team Everglow or Team Dreamcatcher wins. For her it's the same. In conclusion, this can only be about her pride.

Gahyeon's demanding, aggressive voice attacks Jiwon again:

"Your words, your voice, your attitude is pathetic. How dare you bitch think that stuttering and a tiny plea is enough! I only need a couple of words, a single phrase, and every man would fuck my pussy, while groaning my name and filling me up. You are so useless!"

With wide open eyes and amused by the entertainment, you sit down on the chair. It feels a lot more like a throne now. You are the king who has the power to decide who wins. A magnificent turn of events.

"S-sorry, I… I want to—" Jiwon gets interrupted by a hard pull on the collar. Gahyeon restricts her air flow, before slamming her upper body down to the floor.

"Did I tell you to speak, bitch? Are you that stupid? My God, you're lucky I don't care that much about winning or else I would end the game right now."

Gahyeon bends down to a teary eyed Jiwon, ready to start crying and apologizing. Two fingers at her chin raise her up, and like a literal dog on a chain, Jiwon gets guided towards you. More precisely: to your rigid cock.

"Not a lot of bitches get a second chance. Now, bitch, do better! Beg for it."

Jiwon hesitates. For some reason, she accidentally starts to cross eye your length and stutters heavier than before:

"G-give me your, your co-cock, Mister, please, I n-need it…"

A yank at her collar and the reoccuring lack of air makes Jiwon burst. Streams of tears run down her otherwise flawless rosy cheeks. You watch closely as Gahyeon stares at Jiwon in anger and hate, but the more salty rivers cross her face, the more lustful Gahyeon's gaze appears.

With her digits, she quickly rubs Jiwon's cheeks and collects a couple of droplets. She makes a whole celebration watching the usually unspectacular water, before licking the droplets off of her fingers.

"Hm, fuck yeah. Take your final chance, whiny slut, before I fuck him and make you eat my ass. Go go!"

Jiwon trips the short way back to you, and almost lands on either of her sides. Crawling has to be painful by now, her knees sore and legs contorted. Maybe it's a partial reason why she still cries at your feet:

"Please, I need, fuck. Use me, fuck, face, my face—please, fuck…"

Gahyeon doesn't even need to pull at her chain; Jiwon breaks down on her own and just cries at your feet. Triumphantly, her rival, her tormentor, walks over, hips sexily swaying side to side. She sits down on your lap like Yoohyeon and Sihyeon did before her.

"I had two girls like that already," you complain jokingly.

"But if I sit down the other way, she can't eat my ass," Gahyeon replies the same, while adjusting to the just "rejected" position. 

As she aligns her pink entrance with your cockhead, you fondle her tits. Their softness is even more impeccable than you assumed. What a waste that you ignored most of the other bosoms but who are you to complain. After all, yet another girl starts to bounce on your rigid member.

"Fuck, that is huge. You fill me up so well."

"Fuck, that is hot. You are a volcano inside."

From the corner of your eyes you see a distressed cameraman flailing his arms. They want to wrap up things quickly. A good reason to fuck Gahyeon faster and getting a hold of her amazing waist-hip-thigh ratio. Although she could provide even more pleasure than just being a well-formed fleshlight.

"So you can make me feral with just a couple of words? Get me in heat then!"

"I'm your cocksleeve, your cockslave! Defile me, breed me, own me, Master!"

That switch in her tone, facial expression and of course, choice of words, give you a glimpse of what animalistic heat must feel like. No reason, no rhythm, no control, as your dick disappears in her pussy, kisses her womb, and appears, covered in slick. 

Sadly, there is no time to suck on her tits, salivate over her thighs, or spank her buttocks. Make up for it by sucking on her neck and collarbone, to make her scream in pleasure. It would be a shame if she didn't—

"Ah, I'm cumming!"

Good thing that she is a porn actress and knows how to perfectly announce her climax, although the following abundance of squirt makes it very obvious. It splashes and streams everywhere, you feel it on your skin and you see it land on a completely broken Jiwon.

Wrap your arms around Gahyeon's waist and press her down on your cock. Pulsating insides, a pulsating rod. In pulses, ropes of your final load paint her inside the color of her milky skin. 

"Shit, that was good. Hey! Don't forget to breathe, newbie! You did it."

Gahyeon's words fall on unconscious ears. A final flicker, then your orbs shut down like the rest of your body. What will your dazed mind dream of? Nude, sweaty bodies? Warm, tight holes? Or the absurd, undeserved luck?

"Team Dreamcatcher wins!"

"The shooting is ov—"

#

Night has fallen onto the city. In a parking lot is still commotion, as two people still engage in conversation next to a black Mercedes:

"Hey…"

"Oh, hi Jiwon. You still here?"

"Yeah. I wanted to ask you something…"

"Uhm, sure. What is it?"

"About the shooting… I…"

"Hey, I'm sorry if that was too hard on you. We should have—"

"No! That's not it. Please just—"

She opens her overcoat, revealing the bare body you are already familiar with to you.

"—show me how to become a good cockslave for you, Master. Use me!"

[t0wnspersonb]

Just wanted to let you know your writing is AMAZING. dunno if you take requests or not but if you do I'd love one of protective kuroo, kind of like the akaashi fic you did! I know you just did a kuroo one (which was also amazing, I loved it) but I'm a kuroo girl so i can't get enough haha

Thank you so much for the kind words! I am taking requests on top of the other stuff I’m writing:) everyone is low key a Kuroo girl and if someone disagrees with that they can fight me lmao just kidding! But here you go! I hope you enjoy the story:)

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You hummed softly to yourself as you watched your legs swing back and forth, the bench you were sitting on kept your feet off the ground.

 You looked around and sighed softly, Kuroo was running late. 

 It had been a long time since you guys had gone on a date, he was busy preparing for the Spring Tournament, and you were busy with your extra college prep courses.

 So when he had suggested going to the amusement park that recently opened up, you definitely couldn’t refuse. 

 You were waiting in front of the entrance for Kuroo to arrive, considering he was the one who had bought the tickets.

 “Y/n!” you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend call out. You looked up to see him waving an arm in the air, smiling at you. Behind him you saw Kenma grumbling to himself as he stuffed his hands further into the hoodie he was wearing.

 Your lips twitched in amusement. That was probably why he was late.

 “Hi Kenma!” you said brightly once they reached you, wrapping the second year in a tight hug.

 “Hi Y/n.” he mumbled quietly, softly returning the hug. 

 “Oi! Why does Kenma get a hug before your boyfriend?” Kuroo grumbled, an annoyed expression taking over his features.

 “Because Kenma wasn’t the one who was late.” you retorted, sticking out your tongue. 

 He huffed angrily and reached a hand out to grab you away from the setter, only for you to slap his hand away, continuing to cling to the pudding haired male.

 “Damn you Kenma!” 

 “Be quiet Kuroo.” Kenma sighed. “I didn’t even want to go. You dragged me out of the house.”

 “That’s because if I didn’t you’d be stuck inside all day playing video games. It’s good to have fun once in a while.” Kuroo stated simply, finally pulling you away from his teammate and into his arms.

 “Playing video games is fun Kuroo.” Kenma shot back, taking out his phone. “Besides, isn’t this supposed to be a date? Why would you have me tag along? You and Y/n haven’t spent much time together recently.” he glanced up looking between the two of you.

 You had forgotten about your annoyance towards Kuroo for being late now that you were wrapped up in his arms. Right now you were incredibly content as you leaned against his tall form.

 “It’ll be fun Kenma! I haven’t seen you much either. Let’s go enjoy the park together!” You said happily.

 You had known the two boys since you were in middle school, and quite frankly once you had started dating Kuroo you kind of expected Kenma to be there half the time. They were a package deal, and you honestly didn’t mind, sometimes preferring the quiet second year’s presence more than your boyfriend’s.

 Kenma sighed in defeat and trailed after you guys as you made the way to the counter to hand in your tickets.

 Once you guys were actually inside the park Kenma seemed to have perked up just a bit.

 You talked animatedly towards Kuroo about what you wanted to do for the day. Your hands intertwined together as you spoke.

 You hadn’t noticed the soft gaze that came over the tall third year. Kuroo couldn’t help but to stare at you. It had definitely been too long since the last time you guys got to be together. He missed you terribly. He missed the ridiculous facial expressions that came over your face when you were talking, he missed the way you pouted whenever he teased you, he missed the way you would play with your long hair whenever you were nervous. 

 Fuck, he just missed you entirely. He felt guilty about how busy he was with the volleyball club, feeling like he was being a terrible boyfriend for neglecting you for so long.

 But you understood completely, you knew how important volleyball was to him and you just wanted to be able to give him unconditional love and support. 

 Plus, those extra courses were brutal. While you loved spending time with Kuroo, you also knew how incredibly distracting he was during homework. So you were grateful for the time apart to get everything done.

 “Do you guys want food?” Kuroo asked, staring at the food stalls. You guys had finished riding the thrill rides, and playing most of the game stalls at the park. 

 You were having a wonderful time, and there were those rare moments where you saw Kenma smiling to himself, he had the most fun playing the stall games, and he was actually pretty good at it. He had won the majority of the prices that were now in your grasp. Much to Kuroo’s distaste. 

 But Kuroo had won you a black cat plushy. Despite the frustration he felt at only being able to win you the small stuffed animal, the look on your face was worth it. 

 He had never seen anything more beautiful; the way your eyes lit up and the wide smile that stretched across your face. It was definitely worth it. Especially when you declared that the cat’s name was going to be Tetsu. 

 While Kuroo went off to go get food, you and Kenma found a place to sit. “You’re really good at those shooting games Kenma.” You stated, sitting across from the quiet male.

 He looked up at you from his phone and smiled slightly. “It’s not that hard, it’s just like some of the video games I play.”

 “I suck at video games.” you sighed, frowning slightly. “Tetsuro always makes fun of me because of it.”

 “I know.”

 “Don’t be mean.” you pouted. Kenma laughed slightly at your expression before closing his phone and standing up. 

“I’m going to the restroom real quick, are you going to be okay by yourself?” Kenma asked.

 You waved him off as you settled down into your seat. You would be fine, this was an amusement park afterall. Nothing bad ever happened at these kinds of places right?

 You were wrong.

 You were definitely wrong about that statement. 

 It had only been a couple of minutes of being alone before an arm draped over your shoulders. 

 You stiffened and looked to see a guy around your age sitting next to you. His friend sitting  across from you.

 “What’s a cute girl like you sitting all alone for? Did your boyfriend leave you?” he teased. 

 You frowned, shifting your body away from the male. “No. He went to go get us food.” 

 “Where? I don’t see him.” his friend said looking around halfheartedly. “Why don’t you come hang out with us?”

 You glanced around to see that people weren’t paying attention to the uncomfortable situation you were in. 

 And Kuroo and Kenma were still gone…

 “No thanks. I suggest you leave before my boyfriend gets here.” you said dryly, crossing your arms over your chest. A hard expression covering your face.

 “Oh come on, don’t be like that.” the one that was sitting next to you cooed, shifting closer to you and grabbing your chin. “We can show you a real good time…”

 You flinched away from his touch, fear and annoyance overtaking your body. 

 While you didn’t tolerate being talked to this way, it was still incredibly scary considering that you were outmatched right now.

You ignored the feeling of dread sinking deep within your stomach and was about to start telling off the two males when a tray full of food was slammed down in front of you, causing you to jump in fright.

 “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to my girlfriend?” 

 You had never seen Kuroo so pissed before. His cat-like eyes were piercing as they glared down at the unwelcomed males. His expression was dark and angry. 

 It was a frightening image to behold.

 Behind the angry and towering male was Kenma. His eyes watching the two males with a calculating expression before flickering over to you, walking from around Kuroo he stood next to you, carefully pressing his hand against your elbow and tugging you gently away from the table. 

 Kuroo’s eyes briefly moved to yours checking to make sure you were okay and not hurt before moving back to the males that were beginning to look frightened.

 Kuroo’s confrontation finally brought other eyes to your area, the people around you looking on which made the harassers even more nervous.

 “Do you two losers usually go around touching girls that don’t want to be touched?” Kuroo asked coldly, this caused an eruption of whispers to take place around you guys, older adults getting ready to step into the situation.

 “How about I show you guys a good time…” he said darkly, cracking the knuckles of his right hand.

 You have never seen boys run away as fast as they just did. 

 You released the breath you had apparently been holding during that encounter. You watched Kuroo’s expression go from dark and cold to loving and worried as he turned his attention to you.

 “You okay doll?” he asked gently cupping your face. 

 You nodded softly. “Y-Yeah. Let’s eat. I don’t want this to ruin our day.” you smiled slightly.

Kuroo stared at you for a moment before nodding slowly. He shared a pointed look with Kenma but didn’t press the matter further.

 You were definitely not okay.

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 All too soon the day had ended. You and Kuroo found yourselves outside of your house.

 “Do you want to come in? My parents won’t be home until later tonight.” you said quietly.

 “Oya? Are you trying to seduce me Y/n-chan?” Kuroo smirked leaning down towards you.

 You flushed brightly, slapping his chest. “Shut up Tetsuro. Do you want to come in or not?”

 He laughed loudly at your embarrassed face. “Fine. Fine.”

 You rolled your eyes as you guys stepped into your house. It wasn’t the first time Kuroo had been to your home, he immediately made himself comfortable as he went upstairs to your bedroom.

 “I feel gross. Will you be fine out here if I go shower?” you asked, setting down the prizes you had gotten at the park.

 Kuroo dismissed you as he picked up one of your comics you had laying around, making himself comfortable on top of your bed. You rolled your eyes as you left to the bathroom after grabbing a change of clothes.

 Kuroo felt his phone buzz in his pocket. 

 Don’t leave Y/n alone tonight. She definitely wasn’t okay after what had happened. Kenma texted.

 Kuroo frowned and glanced towards the closed bedroom door, he knew that you weren’t okay. If he was being honest, the rest of the day he was waiting for you to break down crying.

 Kuroo knew that you were a strong person, that was one of the many things he loved about you. But a situation like that, would leave anyone frightened. He noticed that too, the way you would jump slightly at his sudden touch, and the way that you would glance around worriedly.

 Of course he wasn’t going to leave you alone tonight. Before that had happened he had planned on coming over anyway, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, and considering that tomorrow was the weekend, he thought it was the perfect time. 

 Kuroo didn’t notice you walk in until you plopped yourself on the bed, drying your damp hair.

 He smirked slightly as he took in your clothes, your soft legs were exposed due to the shorts you opted to wear to bed, and his familiar volleyball shirt hung down your body.

 “Did you steal that?” he teased, setting down the comic book. “I was wondering where that shirt went.”

 “Nooo…” you said, averting your eyes. “You left it here.”

 “Lying doesn’t suit your sweet face doll,” Kuroo drawled out, sitting up from the many pillows on your bed and clasping warm fingers around your wrist. “Who knew that my girlfriend was a thief.” he smirked and yanked you into his lap.

 You fell into him with a loud ‘oomph,’ your face squishing against his hard chest, and then you melted against him.

 Sighing softly to yourself, you shifted against him comfortably, straddling his hips as you wrapped your arms around his muscular shoulders, your head laying against his chest.

 Kuroo’s hands rested on your upper thighs carefully, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the skin.

 You both were quiet for a moment, just appreciating the comfort and warmth of being in each other’s arms.

 “You know, you don’t have to act tough around me right?” he said suddenly. “I know what happened earlier freaked you out.”

You stiffened and relaxed against his chest. Kuroo just knew you too well.

 “Yeah.” you said quietly. “I just didn’t want you to worry… and I didn’t want to ruin the day…”

 You remembered the way that guy had touched you so casually, and despite the shower you had taken, and the way you had all but scrubbed your skin raw, you still felt gross.

 Kuroo sighed, pushing you back slightly so he could stare at your face. “I already know that you’re a crybaby. Kenma does too. You’re forgetting that we’ve known each other since we were kids.” he said bluntly.

 You huffed angrily at his statement and whacked his chest with your palm, causing a wide smirk to appear on his face. “I’m not a crybaby!”

 “If you’re not feeling okay, it’s okay to tell us,” he finished, ignoring you completely. “It’s okay to tell me, because I’m always going to take care of you. Yeah?”

 The sincerity in his voice and the gentle expression on his handsome face caused you to blush. Your eyes moved away from his and settled on staring at his chin as you tried to get your racing heart under control.

 Your fingers played with his hair at the nape of his neck. The way you felt about Kuroo was indescribable, the admiration and adoration you had for the third year volleyball captain was too much. It felt like your heart was about to explode from how much you just loved him.

 “Thank you Tetsuro.” You said finally meeting his gaze. “I love you a lot.” you confessed.

 He smiled gently at you, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. “I love you too.”

 It was quiet for a moment as you rested your head against his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent.

 “If you want to thank me properly, you should take off your shirt. Well actually it’s my shirt.”

 ....

 “Shut up Tetsuro or I’ll tell Kenma."

[mamawolfblood]

Total drama Surprise

14 Brunch of Disgustingness

Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island… A note from a secret admirer got Gwen and Bridgette up in each other’s business. DJ accidentally knocked his boy Trent off the airplane, sending him deep into the Earth’s crust. Leshawna showed everybody how to hang on for dear life on the moose ride. Harold showed himself to be an ace flag-catcher, until he caught sight of Heather’s… unmentionables, causing him to crash his way right off the island, but not without a little canoodling time with the fair Leshawna. And now, let’s see what’s in store for our campers on this week’s episode of Total. Drama. Island!

Iris found it odd that Chef did want her help today for breakfast. Walking and sat on the dock looking at the moon. It was calm a peaceful just the gentle sound of water. "You couldn't sleep either?" Duncan said making the teen jump. He chuckled sitting behind me. His arms wrapped me into a warm embrace. His chin ontop of her head. No words needed to be spoken they just watch the sun rise.

It was something she didn't want to end but nothing lasts forever. The campers made their way to the mess hall. Before Iris could enter Duncan grabbed her arm. "Duncan what is it?" She asked looking up at him. But the carage he gathered soon turned to cold feet making him let go. "Nothing let's see what your dad has up his sleeve today." Damb so close but no big deal. The girl thought stepping inside sitting with her team.

Iris pov

My dad  Was acting weird whenever someone tried to ask about food.  Chef would snicker and laugh along with him. " OK seriously enough, what is wrong with the two of you?" I asked making them look at me. Its no secret I get cranky when I don't get food.

Chris: Congratulations to the remaining ten campers for reaching the halfway mark in the competition! You’ll all be on the jury for the final episode.

Geoff: We got the power! Yeah!

Chris: The two teams will become one next week. But first, all the girls will be moved to the Gopher cabin and all the guys will stay in the Bass cabin. This week’s challenge is as old as history itself. A battle of the sexes [Lindsay blows a raspberry at the guys] After everyone is settled in, I’ll announce the challenge. And then, you’ll have an uh… bite to eat.[He and Chef snicker] Ready for a little good news? This week, no one will be kicked off. [everyone cheers] It’s all for reward and it’s a good one. Okay, time to relocate. Let’s move! [He and Chef snicker]

Heather started kissing up to Bridgette. It was sickening to watch so I got up and left.

(Confessional: Bridgette)

Bridgette: I was a bit worried about being the only new girl on the team. Then I figured it can’t be that bad. I don’t buy that hype about how well guys get along and how catty girls can be.

(Confessional Off)

I was sitting outside when Bridgette walked over. "Hi Bridgette have fun in the lions den." I said before laughing.

Leshawna: Nobody’s leaving until I find out who ate my pudding pockets!

Heather: I ate them. So what?

Leshawna: Whoa! Pump the brakes a minute! You’re “so what”ing me? That’s my food. No one touches my food!

Heather: Whatever, deal with it. It serves you right for leaving your junk everywhere, especially that. That is bugging me.

Leshawna: Yeah, it’d bug me too if I didn’t have anything in the front or in the back to shake.

Heather: Yeah? Well, you’ve got so much junk in your trunk, your jeans should come with a trash compactor!

Leshawna: Ooh! You want a piece of this?

Bridgette: Uh-oh.

Heather: Bridgette! It’s so good to see you! Come in, come in! Welcome to our cabin. We’re like a big family in here.

Gwen: Big and dysfunctional.

Heather: Anything you need, just yell.

Bridgette: Thanks for the awesome welcome, Heather.

Lindsay: Welcome to the club! It’ll be so much fun! As long as you do everything Heather says. Ow!

Heather [after she laughs] : Yeah, we love joking around here at girls cabin. I made sure your bunk was next to mine–

Lindsay: Hey! That’s my bed. Ow!

Heather: So we can talk and share and really get to know each other.

Bridgette: Okay, yeah! Hey, thanks everybody, I can’t wait to get to know all of–

Heather: Okay! Plenty of time to chat later! Let’s unpack.

Lindsay: This is great! I bet we’re getting along way better than the guys.

I honestly hope things are going well. This den of vipers is about to explode. If on cue I heard this.

Bridgette: Let’s build bridges, not walls!

Heather: Take your pick.

dramatic music plays as Bridgette picks Gwen and Leshwana's side

Heather: You just dug your own grave.

Bridgette: Let’s try to get along, okay? Otherwise, the guys are going to cream us, don’t you get it? Tough room.

[Chef and Chris snicker]

Heather: Stop doing that!

Chris: Let’s just tell them… Today’s challenge is… The Brunch of Disgustingness! You’ll be getting a nine-course meal. Each member of each team must finish each dish. You will not know if the next dish is grosser than the last, not as gross, or just as gross. Just that it’ll likely be… gross.

Chef: Tell them what they’ll get if they win, Chris!

Chris: The winning team spends two days at a local five-star resort where they’ll be pampered, eat gourmet nosh, and be given antibiotics against anything they may have caught while participating in this challenge! The losing team will go hungry tonight and spend the next two days here. On Total Drama Island. With Chef.

The first round was bull testicles and the point went to the girls. Oh those boys could handle a little meatball.

Chris: The score now stands at one for the girls and zero for the guys! And now, the next course in… The Brunch of Disgustingness! You guys like pizza?

Owen: I could eat pizza any time with anything on it!

Chris: Anything? How about live grasshopper pizza with tangy jellyfish sauce and live anchovies?

Owen: I could eat pizza any time with anything on it!

Chris: How about live grasshopper pizza with tangy jellyfish sauce and live anchovies?

Ok even I thought it was gross please do let me get sick.

Leshawna couldn't eat it giving the guys a point making us tied. The girls freaked on her but honestly not a big deal. "Guys its not a big deal. We will win the next round so stop complaining.

(Confessional: Chef)

Chef: I was excited about the next dish. I made it from scratch.

(Confessional Off)

Chris: All right, who’s ready for the third course? Spaghetti! Well, actually, Earthworms covered in snail slime sauce and hairballs.

I barfed when it was placed infront of me.

(Confessional )

Iris- WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?! THIS SHIT IS FUCKING DISGUSTING!

*static *

(End of Confessionals)

The guys got another point and now I am getting aggravated.

Chris: All right everybody. Time for course number four. No nine-course meal would be complete without soup. Today’s special is French Bunyon soup with hangnail crackers.

(Confessional: Geoff)

Geoff: I think they just use stuff from Chef’s bathroom floor.

(Confessional Off)

Bridgette gasps

DJ strains to eat

Trent gags

Lindsay: I didn’t even taste it.

Chris: The girls win again![Gwen, Heather, Leshawna, and Lindsay cheer] The score’s now tied up at two.

(Confessional: Bridgette)

Bridgette: I think the girls really made a breakthrough as a team.

(Confessional Off)

The rounds continue and the barfing too. But we made it to the final round.

"Oh god I think I'm going to be sick." I said trying to hold it down but I dont think I can.

C

hris: Wow, it’s still tied up. We’re down to the last course in the challenge. It’s delicious dolphin wieners. Hot dogs made of dolphin.

Bridgette [after she gasps] : But dolphins are our friends!

Heather: What are you waiting for? It’s already dead. If you don’t eat it, we don’t win.

Bridgette: Ooh, I can’t! I’m a surfer! I swim with dolphins!

Heather: Eat it!

Bridgette: No! I’m not doing it. You can’t pressure me.

The hell we can't grabbing a hot dog off the plate, and then proceeded to shove it down her throat.

"I'M NOT LOSING THIS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T GROW A PAIR! THE DAMB THING IS DEAD SO SUCK IT UP AND STUFF YOU FUCKING FACE!" They all looked at me Bridgette had tears in her eyes. She coughed it all up.

DJ: I’m with you sister. I’m not eating no dolphin.

(Confessional : Chef)

Chef: I slave over a hot stove cooking dolphin. No appreciation!

(Confessional Off)

Chris: Okay, enough. We’ll solve this by having an eat-off. The one who can drink the most shot glasses of fresh, delicious blended cockroach will be the winner. This unlikely satisfying blend of eight different cockroaches is vitamin rich for your balanced lifestyle. On your mark, get set, go!

Owen and Leshwana drink the cockroaches.

Leshawna groans two times

Chris: Owen wins!

DJ, Duncan, Geoff, and Trent cheer

Leshawna groans

Heather: Leshawna, you are completely useless!

Leshawna: Oh, uh-oh, something’s coming up. [puking]

DJ pukes

Trent:pukes

Chef: Grr… [retches]

Chris retches

Duncan and Geoff Puke

The “elimination” music plays.

Chris: The guys are the big winners today. And the girls go their separate ways. Two definitive cliques have been cemented. [Heather grunts and the door rattles] For now. What shocking surprises are in store for our campers next week as they head for the big merge? Tune in on Total. Drama. Island!

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Back to School

Literature Professor! Robert De Niro x Reader

Based on a weird dream I had! But I've developed it into a whole thing 😘

Word count: 2k

TW: none, it's all fluff--part 2, not so much

As you walk through the literature building on campus looking for your classroom, you check your schedule one last time to make sure you end up at the right classroom.

As you're looking at the schedule you can't help but feel like you're taking a chance with this course, because the professor is listed as TBD: To Be Determined. At the time of scheduling your classes, it's normal for the professor slot to say TBD, but normally, as summer was coming to an end, you knew who all of your professors would be.

At the end of the day, the class was only an elective, and you could drop it and work out the problems later if it was that bad.

Before you know it, your feet have carried you to your classroom and you pop your head in the door to peak at what's going on inside. There are a few students, most of them sitting in the front desks, probably hoping to do well in the class by sitting up front.

You walk in and take a seat by the professors desk--taking another chance,-- but you like to try to get to know your professors, especially in a small class like this. A few more people come in and find their seats, but there's still several minutes before class starts.

Just as you were pulling books out of your bag for class, Robert De Niro walks in and asks, "Is this is the Film Lit class?" All of your books hit the floor.

One of your classmates spoke up, "Yeah, this is your class. Nice to meet ya, Professor De Niro!"

"Nice to meet you, too," he says, shaking the kid's hand.

You tap the girl in front of you on the shoulder and ask, "That's the professor?!" She laughs a little and says, "Yeah, you didn't get the message? They're letting him teach a class on the books he's studied for roles."

You felt like you were in a dream. Everyone was so casual with this, but then again, they had all gotten some kind of notification about it.

Trying to pull it together, you reach down and scramble to pick all of your books up and set them on your desk. Suddenly, you hear your professor's voice coming from beside you, "Do you need any help with that?"

You look over to see him standing at his desk, giving you a concerned look.

His desk; the one you chose to sit near.

You now have a panicky feeling of regret about the seat you chose.

"Um, no, I can get it," you shoot back to him quickly before grabbing the last books from the floor.

You could feel his eyes on you though, and you tried to pretend you didn't and focus on writing something in your notebook, but it wasn't long before you gave in and looked at him. He was sat back in his chair, just watching you for the small moment it took to get your books. He gave you a charming smile.

"Do you need something, professor?" It came out of your mouth without thinking.

"Hmm, just your name," he replied smugly. Was he flirting with you?

"(Y/N)."

"Well, (Y/N), it's nice to meet you," he stands and reaches across his desk to shake your hand, "you can call me Robert."

Before you could get your thoughts straight, he had walked up to the front of the classroom and begun class.

He started class with the simple exercise of each person telling the class their name, which book was their favorite from the summer reading, and to read their favorite passage. This took up a majority of class, because he would ask each person questions and discuss the passage with them.

He wrapped class up early by telling everyone that the first week's homework was to finish the summer reading if they hadn't, and handing out the syllabus, which was small and very simple. You take note that his office hours work pretty well with your schedule.

The class was only about 15 people, but nearly everyone wanted to talk to the professor after class; he's Robert De Niro after all. You stayed in your desk to pull out your schedule and make sure about when your next class was; you have a big break before that class.

By the time you've shoved your books in your book bag, your professor has somehow gotten out of talking to ask the other students and he makes his way over to his desk. He looks at you with a big smile and says, "Aw, were you waiting to see me?"

The last few students leave. It's just you and him.

"Oh, uh, no, I was just looking at some papers. I'm sorry." You stand up and put your back pack on.

"Oh, well, that's sad because I was hoping to see you," he starts. When he sees you're not going to respond, he continues, "It seems like you're kind of shy, and you didn't want to interact as much as the other students. Class will be highly discussion based, so I want to make sure that you'll be okay with that structure. I'd really rather not grade papers, ya know?" he ends with a small chuckle.

"I'll be okay with class discussions. Truthfully, I was just a little caught off guard because I didn't know you were the professor."

"Oh no! You didn't get the memo that went out?! That won't do. Would you mind coming to my office to make sure I have all of your contact info correct?"

"Um, sure. I have time." Truthfully, you're still kind of reeling just from his presence, and now he wants you to go to his office.

"Come on!" he says, while coming around his desk, "Oh, and give me your back pack, it looks heavy."

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. It's a long walk to my office, and I would be no gentleman if I let you carry that heavy bag all the way there."

He certainly didn't act like a professor. Especially not towards you, but maybe your mind was playing tricks on you there.

You hand over your back pack, and he puts it on, then gestures for you to leave the classroom before him. On the walk to his office, you insist on carrying his notebook, since he has your back pack. He was glad to see you open up to him a bit, and since he no longer has his notebook, this meant he was able to place his hand on your back... to make sure you walk the right way, no other reason, right? Why would he have another reason to do that?

You make light conversation all the way to his office, discussing your major and why he decided to teach a class here at the college. The walk to his office was over in no time, but maybe that was due to the good conversation. You enter the small office and see that there isn't much inside, but then again, he's only teaching for one semester. He has an L-shaped desk, a table, a couple of filing cabinets, a mini fridge, and a small couch for office guests.

He nods to the couch for you to sit, and he places your back pack by your feet. You place his notebook on his desk next to you. He opens a drawer on the filing cabinet; it's very empty except for a few manila folders. "(Y/N)! There you are!" he exclaims while whipping your file out, "There's not much in these files yet, but they'll be filled with your papers and grades by the end of the term." He gives you a warm smile before opening the file on his desk.

You go over your contact information with him; turns out he had it all wrong somehow, so he corrects the file and returns it to his cabinet.

"Well, I've run out of excuses to keep you in my company, but you're welcome to stay and hangout here if you'd like," he says as he takes one of your hands in his.

"Well, I have another class in about an hour, and I really should eat lunch, so unfortunately, I think I've got to go."

He jumps up and opens his mini fridge, "I brought PB and J's! And I have other little snacks if you want some, like fruit cups or... whatever..." He trails off and smiles awkwardly, realizing he may have gotten a little too excited.

You giggle at him, "Seems like you really want me to stick around... I'll stay as long as you don't mind sharing." You're doing your best to keep your cool, and it helps that Robert isn't keeping his very well, but you are a little nervous, nonetheless.

Without hesitation, he hands you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Do you want a fruit cup or pudding? Or both? I also have chips." His need to impress you elicits another giggle from you, and you ask for chips.

After getting his own sandwich and pulling out the chips, you enjoy lunch together. Him at his desk and you on the little couch.

This becomes your regular Tuesday/Thursday thing. After Robert's class, you go to his office for lunch; sometimes you bring food to share with him, too. Sometimes people stop in, students and other professors, because they all want to meet Robert De Niro. He's very good about meeting people and then getting them to leave without being rude.

Sometimes on Thursday's you pop back by his office after your other Tuesday/Thursday class, and technically his office hours have ended, but he has no problem with you being there. Typically you just see each other for a few minutes while he's packing up to leave campus, but one Thursday, you both sat on the little couch and talked for a while.

"Do you think I'm doing okay with this class? I mean I don't want it to be too easy, but I don't want to make it hard. It's an elective for most of you." He really did care about what he was teaching you from those biographies of boxers and mobsters.

"I think your discussions challenge us more than you think. I've never seen a class of students show up so prepared for every single lecture. Then again, I think we all know we'll never get a chance to take a class like this again."

"Yeah I know I don't have the normal professor experience, because I don't have any degrees and you guys all know who I am."

"You also get to pick favorites and don't get in trouble for it, because of who you are," you say giving him a side eye.

"Hey! Just because you're my favorite doesn't mean you get good grades..." He leans in a bit closer to you.

"Hmmm, so I am your favorite?"

"Of course, you are. You eat lunch with me in my office."

"Any other perks of being Mr. De Niro's favorite student?"

"Mmm, Mr. De Niro, huh? I thought I told you to call me Robert, young lady," he places a hand on your cheek with his thumb on your chin.

You give him a cheeky smile. "I'll call you Robert after you answer my question."

"Hmmm... Any other perks to being my favorite student? Besides hanging out with me and eating lunch with me..." His other arm snakes around your shoulders. "What about this?"

Before you can say anything, he pulls you close to him and lightly presses his lips to yours. You both stay like that for a long second before moving your lips together, kissing lightly over and over again.

[elanorsparkles]

tagged by: @snowcatmoon

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 people.

LAST:

1. Drink: I literally have my water bottle 6" away from me

2. Phone call: My dad

3. Text message: A friend from a church we used to go to

4. Song you listened to: uhh, my mom has had praise music playing all day?

5. Time you cried: A surprisingly long while ago. Maybe a month??

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: Never dated at all

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: ^^same as above

8. Been cheated on: Can't be cheated on if you don't get in a relationship to begin with

9. Lost someone special: Probably

10. Been depressed: Yeah :/

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: lol no

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. Glitter!

13. Pink

14. Blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Online and irl :D

16. Fallen out of love: As I said earlier.

17. Laughed until you cried: Only all the time. I live for the lolz

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Since I'm not sure what this means, I'm going to assume not

20. Found out who your friends are: I guess?

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I've. Never. Been. Kissed.

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Gurl, I'm never on that site.

23. Do you have any pets: 3 mini goats, 13 chickens, and a dog :)

24. Do you want to change your name: Nah

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Oh boy. Well, I broke dress code to wear my favorite outfit. I had classes that day and long story short: I cleaned an Olaf waffle iron with a toothpick, and had a Banana Hold-Up in a hallway with two of my best friends.

26. What time do you wake up: 7 am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Getting ready to sleep

28. Name something you can’t wait for: Classes to start again. I love learning, and I love people!

29. When was the last time you saw your mom?: Like, fifteen minutes ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish my family were in a better financial situation so my little sister could do drill team without feeling bad, and she could go to the church she wants more often. It takes too much gas money right now...

31. What are you listening to right now: That one bug that sounds like a dog dry-heaving just stopped

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: A few

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: That confounded bug

34. Most visited website: Tumblr? Twitter? iFunny?

35. Mole/s: Yep. One of which is a beauty mark

36. Mark/s: Birthmark? A few. I have a reverse one where the skin is lighter instead of darker!

37. Childhood dream: Inventor

38. Hair color: Currently a blonde-ish red

39. Long or short hair: Short!

40. Do you have a crush on someone: Thank heavens,no

41. What do you like about yourself: Physically or character-wise?

42. Piercings: Basic ear piercings

43. Blood type: I'm not sure

44. Nicknames?: Most people call me Ela. Kori calls me CinderEla

45. Relationship status: Single

46. -Zodiac- MBTI: ESFJ

47. Pronouns: She/her

48. Favorite TV Show: I don’t know

50. Right or left hand: Right-handed, although as a kid, I used my left hand for sports

51. Surgery: I had my wisdom teeth removed

52. Hair dyed in different color: It's dyed right now, but I've also had pink as well as purtple hair

53. Sport: lol NO

55. Vacation: Ideal vacation or place I’ve been to?

56. Pair of trainers: *googles trainers* Apparently six? I somehow ended up with four pairs of tennis shoes (that's a story), one pair of Converse, and a knock-off Keds

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Hopefully my mom's banana pudding soon

58. Drinking: Water

59. I’m about to: See if the guy who my parents invited over is here yet

62. Want: Tbh, money. I want to take care of my family, and be able to go to my friend's wedding and also finally meet my best friend

63. Get married: maybe someday

64. Career: Researcher in cognitive science while perhaps doing something like counseling

65. Hugs or kisses: From people in general? I'm gonna have to say hugs

66. Lips or eyes: For my future guy? Lips

67. Shorter or taller: taller

68. Older or younger: Slightly older

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach, I guess

71. Sensitive or loud: um, I don't know

72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship. I'm a dating-for-marriage kind of gal

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: IDK

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: what the frick, no

75. Drank hard liquor: Not that I can recall

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Nope

77. Turned someone down: Kinda?

78. Sex on the first date: Heck to the no

79. Broken someone’s heart: Probably :/

80. Had your heart broken: Does breaking my own heart because I know he wouldn't be good for me count?

81. Been arrested: No

82. Cried when someone died: Yes

83. Fallen for a friend: Unfortunately

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: I think so?

85. Miracles: Yes

86. Love at first sight: Sure

87. Santa Claus: I never believed in Santa

88. Kiss on the first date: NO

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: I have many best friends...

91. Eye color: Blue hazel

92. Favorite movies: The whole Avengers saga (especially CA:TWS), Les Mis, LotR

(totally not tagging 20 people)