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goodlucktai · 1 year ago

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in the mouth of the world

one piece word count: 1k written for @op-secret-santa 2023 and my giftee was @viktorclawthorne ! viktor, two of your favorite characters are zoro and sanji, and one of your favorite pairings is platonic zolu, so this is what i came up with. i really, really hope you like it !

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Sanji is in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair tied back with one of Usopp’s scrunchies, trying to remember if the raspberry or the pistachio macarons went over better last time. His friends inhaled them all in a matter of minutes, but Sanji can’t recall which ones went first.

In the end, he goes with mango. The fruits are ripe, cheerful orange, and their color pings as appropriate in his mind.

These pastries are finicky at best, and a punishment from god at worst, so leveling the battlefield by removing extra heat and moisture from his workstation is always step one. As a result, the room is very cool, the door propped open to let in the crisp winter air, a fan borrowed from Franky’s workshop whirring away in the corner.

Zoro and Luffy are in the galley, sitting around the scarred kitchen table—ostensibly to keep Sanji company while he works, but more likely just waiting around to see if they get tossed any scraps.

As Sanji whips meringue, he finds his attention wandering back to the two of them in time to pick up part of their conversation.

“—be anything,” Luffy is saying, spreading his arms out wide as if to encompass the full scope of just how big the concept is he’s talking about. “There are no rules and it can be as weird or funny as you want! What would you pick?”

Zoro hums, giving it some thought. A stranger might be surprised to learn it, Sanji thinks, given how severe and forbidding their first mate appears at a glance, but he is generally the first to fold when it comes to catering to their captain’s whims. This terror of a swordsman, this nightmare of a pirate, simply follows Luffy’s every step without even looking to see where it might lead, like a no-nonsense Belgian Shepherd plodding along behind a bouncy border collie.

That’s true for battle and danger as much as it’s true for shenanigans. Zoro is worth millions, is as much a killer and a criminal as any of those other Wanted men his posters are displayed beside, but he isn’t afraid to look silly. Not if it’s Luffy reaching back for him, sunny grin amped up to eleven, calling Zoro, you too! Come with me!

Zoro says, “Time, then.”

Luffy rocks up in his seat, eyes round and impressed, and says, “Time travel? Like the Fruit that Momonosuke’s mom ate, that sends you forward?”

“Mm. But mine would go backwards,” Zoro explains, leaning into the game of make-believe. “It would only work one time and it would start me back at the very beginning.”

Zoro’s birthday was a month ago, and Sanji made a dark chocolate truffle cake infused with enough liqueur that he guiltily baked a lighter version for the younger half of the crew. But Zoro had taken one bite of the boozy dessert and his eyebrows flew up to his hairline. He doesn’t usually go in for sweets, but the bitterness of the chocolate paired with the velvet smoothness of the liqueur seemed to win him over instantly.

It isn’t in their nature to thank each other openly. From as far back as Thriller Bark, the best things they know about each other are secrets kept from everyone else. But Zoro took a second piece when Robin’s extra hands offered him one, which said much more than any effusive praise would have anyway.

Just last week, it was Chopper’s birthday, and Sanji whipped up about a hundred triple-strawberry cupcakes, filled with ganache, topped with cloud-like icing and sugared fruit and sprinkles, and it was worth it for the way his little brother’s face went slack with awe when he took in the spread.

Until Robin and Vivi’s birthdays in February, there are no specialized desserts Sanji needs to prepare. His nakama will sometimes have a craving, and he tends to keep sweet things on deck for those nights when sleep is not forthcoming, for those cloudy days when it’s hard to see the sun waiting for them beyond the storm, but he rarely makes macarons just for fun.

The timing, the temperature, the moisture, all of it has to be exact, or the shells will crack, or the feet will spread, or they’ll come out hollow. It’s not a hard recipe, it’s just annoying. It’s the last thing he learned from Zeff, because he perfected every other dish on the menu well before he made a halfway decent batch of macarons.

No one asked for these. Sanji is well-aware that he doesn’t have to be standing here, sacrificing the bulk of his day to this thankless task, but he’s already in it now. The buttercream and mango curd are ready, and the shells are about to go in the oven.

“A one-time Fruit!” Luffy exclaims. Zoro could have said he would pick a Fruit that would turn his hair a different color every day and Luffy would have sounded equally as fascinated. “You would go all the way back? Do you want to change that much?”

“My Fruit wouldn’t work that way,” Zoro explains simply. “I wouldn’t be able to change anything or the future I was from where I used the Fruit wouldn’t exist, would it? It would have to stay exactly the same for me to get back there.”

Zoro doesn’t want a Fruit—neither does Sanji. They spend half their lives dragging their nakama who are already anchors out of the sea.

Besides that, Sanji wants to meet All Blue properly the day he finds her. He’s going to swim for hours and hours and barely remember to come up for air. A Fruit would only take from him more than it could ever give.

And Zoro has never cut corners when it comes to his own strength. But there’s something in his tone that makes Sanji wonder if he’s thought about this before.

“What if you wanted to, though?” Luffy asks. “Or what if you had the chance to stop something bad before it happened?”

“No changes,” Zoro says adamantly. “No diversions. I would have to live it all over again.”

Sanji remembers all the stories Luffy tells his crew about the trouble he and his brothers got into when they were children. He said there was a pâtisserie in High Town where chefs and bakers created decadent desserts catered only to the nobles. When they snuck around that part of the kingdom, a brightly-colored dessert in the display window there would always catch Ace’s eye.

Once, Sabo and Luffy broke into that pastry shop in the dead of night at the end of December, and made off with as many of those colorful macarons as they could carry.

“Ace was angry,” Luffy laughed through his retelling. “He told Sabo we were lucky we didn’t get caught and have our hands chopped off. But he hugged me for a long time after he yelled at me. The cookies were for him, you know? For his birthday! You have to have your favorite on your birthday.” Luffy had smiled as if it didn’t hurt at all when he added, “Even back then, Ace was bad at being loved. Sabo said he just needed more practice. He said that’s what Ace had us for.”

“And then at the end,” Zoro says, “when I catch up to the future, and I’m back where I started, I would have more time.”

“How much more time?” Luffy asks.

“Not much,” Zoro admits. “Maybe a few minutes. The time I took to use the Fruit before would be free for me to use differently.”

“You’d relive your whole adventure for a few extra minutes at the end?” their captain says, brow furrowing while he makes sense of it. “Would it be worth it?”

Zoro sits back in his chair, his dark eye fixed on his captain the same way sailors follow Polaris relentlessly across the fathomless sea, and says, “Yes.”

The final baking tray goes into the oven. The macarons will be ready for tomorrow night, for the party they’re going to throw at the close of the year. At midnight, Sanji will cart them out—bright orange, each of them painted with whimsical little whorls of red—and they’ll wish Ace a happy birthday, wherever he is. They’ll wish he was still here to scold his baby brother and eat stolen pastries at midnight with the people who loved him best. They’ll resolve to protect Luffy and enjoy sweets in his name.

It’ll be a good night. Luffy will be surrounded by his nakama and the open arms of the sea. If the macarons make him remember something sad, he won’t be alone. Luffy—unlike his brothers—is very good at being loved.

Sanji washes his hands, sets the timer, and then calls over, “Hey, idiots, what do you want for dinner?”

Luffy appears beside him as if summoned by a magic spell, hopping up to sit on the counter before Sanji has a chance to wipe it down, sending up a little cloud of almond flour.

“Beef!” he declares predictably.

“That stew you made with red wine that one time,” comes Zoro’s contribution from where he’s still lounging at the table.

Beef burgundy it is, Sanji thinks, hauling out his biggest soup pot. He nudges Luffy’s knee out of the way so he can close the cabinet door but otherwise leaves the young captain where he is.

“Sanji,” Luffy asks brightly, “if you could have any Devil’s Fruit in the whole world, what would you choose?”

“One that would make me a better swimmer,” Sanji replies without missing a beat, and turns his head to hide his smile when Luffy bursts into loud, ringing peals of laughter.

But that strange, tricky, highly specific Fruit that Zoro dreamed up—one that would make him relive his life and everything he’s ever done, everything he’s endured, all the pain and fear and joy and breathless wonder, all for the sake of an extra minute at the end—a minute he could use to look up at Polaris one last time and say thanks for taking me with you. You didn’t have to do that. I hope I was everything to you that you were to me—

That wouldn’t be so bad, either.

#op-secret-santa-2023 #op #opfic #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #my writing #viktorclawthorne #title borrowed from 'cold solace' by anna belle kaufman #just in case u needed a good cry lol

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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A pill

A/N: Hooooly shit is this my kinkiest fic yet, and my first Dio one too, I didn't hold back in this one, enjoy the filth. Also never have I ever used actual aphrodisiacs so I kinda tried to replicate what I see in sex pollen fics.

Pairing: sub!male!reader x dom!Dio Morissey

Warnings: SMUT, use of aphrodisiacs (consensual btw), edging, blindfolds, multiple orgasms, praising, use of "good boy", heavy teasing Summary: Dio decides to use a pill on you, to toy with your pleasure even more than he already does...

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Dio was jerking you off slowly while you were tied to the bed. Your stomach rising and falling along with your hips, you squirm in pleasure, trying to get more pleasure out of this, Dio just looked at you with a dominant face as he slowed down even more. You let out a soft whimper. As he rarely brought his tongue to your tip and licked it ever so softly, like an ice cream that’s too cold. “Wait right here” he said as he got up to grab something, you heard him fidgeting with plastic and he came back with a pill in his hand.

“What 's that?” you asked, genuinely wanting to know, “Don’t worry, this isn’t illegal or anything, it’s just something to… make your feelings more intense” he replied, oh, was he talking about an aphrodisiac? He put the pill close to your mouth, getting the glass of water in your nightstand so you could gulp it down, “If you want to, of course” Dio was a kinky guy, but he believed firmly in consent. You nodded and opened your mouth, you barely tasted the pill as he put the glass to your lips and you drank it, “Good boy” he said as he went back between your legs.

A few minutes later your body started getting overwhelmed with a desperate feeling of horniness and a need for release never before felt, “Dio- please-” you were no longer grateful for the slow strokes he gave you, you needed more. He stroked ever so slightly faster, “You want pleasure? Get it yourself” he said, wrapping his hand around your cock as you lazily started thrusting up, fucking his hand. You looked pathetic, which turned Dio on and finally started to stroke you, he brought his head to your tip and started to lick it at it with the most wicked smirk on his face. He started to stroke you as fast as he could, your breath started to get louder and your moans as well. The feeling was building up, you were so close, yes, yes…

No release.

Dio removed his hand from your cock the second before, “You think I’d let you cum that quickly while you’re so desperate? I want to toy with your pleasure” he said as he went back to your twitching cock and started sucking it, taking the full thing down his throat this time. He didn’t choke, nor could you make him choke, your thrusts upwards were too weak. This repeated itself many many times, Dio edged you for hours as the effects of the sex drugs were at their peak, letting you release yourself maybe once. Your mind was melting in horniness...

It had been 2 hours since then, you were aching for a second orgasm which Dio had been edging for the past hour, “You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he said as he got up and grabbed a blindfold. He put it on you and the lack of a sight amped up your horniness more, he started jerking you off again, knowing you weren’t gonna get that sweet release this time either, you got close to your high, trying to not enjoy too much to be disappointed and he pulled away. He stood up and closed the door, “I’ll be back in a few minutes” Dio said as he left you there, tied up in bed, with a blindfold, your dick throbbing and hard as rock.

You were left there in a few minutes, in extreme horniness, no way of releasing yourself and alone. After what must have been around 10 minutes Dio came back in and opened the door “Dio- please- I can’t- I can’t take it anymore-” your words got into him at last, after the countless pleads you’d muttered as he edged you, he got down and started blowing your dick, giving you a nice, sloppy wet blowjob. He jerked you off as he did this and your moans got super loud, you were so close, and you knew it was gonna be an intense climax.

The feeling started to build up again “Oh- Dio- oh yes- yes-” was all you could moan as he didn’t stop, you couldn’t see his expression through the blindfold. You reached your peak as your vision went white and you experienced one of the most intense orgasms of your life, you were still shaking when you felt Dio untie the last restraint on you and then took off your blindfold, he had prepared to room to not be blinding for you, then he took your face in his hands gently, “Are you okay?” he asked, with genuine kindness. It reminded you of the fact that Dio genuinely loved you and cared for your wellbeing, “Better than ever” you smiled. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled in his arms while he told you you did well and were a very good boy.

#dio morrissey #dio morissey x male reader #nypd blue #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #gay #smut

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bonvoyagenoona · 1 month ago

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Is the SO the pseudo-Yoongi???

Lol the SO is not the pseudo-Yoongi that I was posting about from a couple of years back, but I met him around the same time, and he is arguably even more Yoongi-esque!

Please forgive me, as I will take any and every opportunity to gush about this wonderful human:

He's an old soul, super gentle and very bashful.

He says he's not an audiophile, but that's just because he's humble. He knows a lot about music, recently got me new speakers, and even used to DJ!

His love language is acts of service. Especially cooking.

He's an amazing listener, and he gives me such helpful perspectives on things.

His baseline is stoic and professional unless he's getting really into a song, amped up by a video game, or playing with his/our sweet old man dog!

When we first started dating, we were in the checkout line at the grocery store, and I saw a magazine with BTS on the cover. By this point, he already knew about our beautiful fanfic bubble and my experiences writing and posting, but he didn't really know much about BTS. So I motioned to the magazine cover and asked, "Which do you think is Yoongi?" And he immediately, effortlessly, wordlessly pointed Yoongi out. I asked him how he knew, and he said, "Well, I looked at them all and just kinda picked the person I thought was most similar to me?" 🤣

Our strong compatibility makes life very easy. We've been together for nearly 2 years now. We have lived together for a year and 4 months, and we love each other very much. We're very happy. I'm very, very happy 🥹

In some ways, I feel like writing my stories manifested him? Whatever fantasies I have are more quickly brought to reality because he brings them to life. One day, we'll be entertaining Countermelody Yoongi sexy fun times 🤣😜 and another day, it's more Kittenfishing Yoongi best friend vibes, Arizona Iced Teas in hand as we stroll around and have one of our philosophical chats.

I'm also learning so many new things. I get wisps of inspiration to share more of what I'm experiencing now, in this chapter of my life. But I suspect that before I write a big project again, I need to live more of it.

The works I wrote from 2020-2022 were all these stories that had been piling up in me up until that point, like my experiences in academia, or my switch to industry, or how my experiences as a woman and as an immigrant intersect with those other life themes. So you could say that I'm almost doing another round of life research, making observations and processing new and even bigger emotions.

One really cool thing that he always does is check in with me to make sure I have creative time set aside. And he'll even build story prompts with me the way I used to. I have notes on my phone of one-liners and banter he's shared with me that I think would be particularly nice to sprinkle into a work, haha.

He cheers me on, too. Something funny or interesting will happen, and then he'll say something like, "That's a good one. You could even get pretty smutty with it. You should write it!"

Anyway lol. Thanks for indulging me and my late-night thoughts about my SO, lol. I feel very lucky. I am following where this is leading me. And I can't wait to share more of what I'm experiencing through writing again!

#asks #your asks #anon #istg he's incredible #the yoongiest man i know hahahhaa #personal

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shxtodxroki · 2 years ago

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𝟸00 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚛

Summary: What do various MHA characters act like as your secret admirer?

Warnings: Mentions of food

Characters: Hanta Sero, Izuku Midoriya, Momo Yaoyorozu

Word Count: 2k

These headcanons are part of my 200 Followers “Ice Cream Parlor” event which is still open for requests, so please feel free to read the event rules here and send in your own event headcanon request! :)

♡ Hanta Sero ♡

- Sero being your secret admirer has always just been a stepping stone for him to eventually confess to you, he doesn’t just plan on keeping it a secret forever

- He’s a decently confident guy, so he doesn’t want to stay anonymous in his affections. He’s simply starting off secretly to see if you’re interested at all, and if this part of his plan goes over well, then he’ll start hinting at who he is so that he can eventually confess to you in person

- He’s thought you were attractive ever since his first day at UA, but it honestly didn’t take long for him to develop more serious feelings once he got to know you better, and he soon found himself thinking about you more often than not

- Once he realizes that he likes you enough to actually want to make a move and ask you out, Sero decides to start slow. You two still aren’t super close yet, and he’s not confident enough that you have any sort of feelings for him to be willing to ask you out yet

- So that’s why he starts with the notes, simple but sweet slips of paper he leaves for you wherever he can. There’s no one set spot, that takes too much coordination for Sero to handle. But whenever he’s able to get ahold of your backpack without you noticing he leaves one in there, or if he makes it to class earlier than the other students, or if he gets back to the dorms while you’re still training. Whenever Sero can find an opportunity, he leaves his notes for you

- Like I said, they’re pretty simple. His notes are typically along the lines of, “Your hair looks gorgeous today.” or if he's feeling more bold, “Congrats on getting the highest score on an exam, it must be amazing to be stunning and brilliant. ;)” each one signed, “ - Your Secret Admirer ♡” at the end

- And while he’s leaving you all of these letters, he’s putting in the work when he’s with you to see if you’re interested in him as well. His notes aren’t for nothing, after all, as he plans to use them to eventually confess

- His flirting is subtle at first, complimenting you more often and trying to spend time with you when he sees an open opportunity

- But when he notices that these efforts are going well, allowing the two of you to get closer and bond more, he amps up his efforts

- He calls you cute constantly and even uses pet names on you on occasion, though he’s careful never to use the same compliments he uses in his notes. He doesn’t want to reveal himself before he’s ready, he wants to do this right so he makes sure not to make any stupid mistakes that would give himself away

- Eventually, he escalates his touchiness as well (as long as you’re comfortable), running up to you for a hug or holding onto your hand under the guise of pulling you over to see something, things like that

- And as he continues his efforts and sees your positive responses, a shy smile on your face whenever he takes your hand in his or the way you sometimes stumble over your words after he pulls you into a hug from behind, Sero knows it’s time to finally confess to you

- Once he feels like he has everything perfectly planned out for an amazing confession, he leaves one final note on your door

- “I’ve told you countless times how amazing and wonderful I think you are, but telling you through notes isn’t enough for me anymore. I want to see the look on your face when I tell you these things, so if you want to find out who I am, meet me in the common room of the dorms tonight after training wraps up. Love, Your Secret Admirer ♡”

- Sero makes sure he’s the last one to leave the dorms that morning, sneaking off as the others make their way to class to leave his final note on your door, and he also skips out on the after-class training his classmates are doing together in order to get everything set up for you and get everything hidden from your sight by the time you come back from your training, rushing back out of his dorm to set everything up the moment he hears you head upstairs to your own dorm.

- And when you read the note and make your way down to the common room, only to find Sero dressed in his nicest outfit and your favorite takeout meal on the table for the two of you waiting eagerly for your arrival, you know that you couldn’t have possibly been luckier with who your secret admirer turned out to be :)

♡ Izuku Midoriya ♡

- Izuku’s literally the stereotypical secret admirer that you’d see in any teen movie, he’s so cute and so cheesy lol

- He’s admired you from afar since the beginning of the school year when the two of you first came to UA, and he’s friendly with you just like he is with everyone in the class, but he’s way too nervous to consider confessing his feelings to you upfront

- So this is his way of dealing with them :)

- It started off late one night in his dorm room, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you had held his hand while running away from a “villain” during one of your training exercises and needed some outlet for all the feelings he was bottling up, so he wrote you a letter that he never planned to send

- He wrote about how you made him feel, he wrote down all of the things he adored about you (and believe me, there were a lot), and he wrote about what dates he’d like to be on and what he would do as your boyfriend if he ever got that opportunity

- Of course he was never, ever going to send you that letter, but it did give him an idea.

- The next morning, he left a note on your door long before you’d wake up to get to class

- “Your smile’s so pretty, I get butterflies whenever I see it. :) - Your secret admirer” was all it said, but after seeing the way you were beaming that entire day in class, eyes occasionally drifting to the small note you had left open on your desk throughout class, he knew that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing

- He used his initial letter as his reference, and every day he’d pick out something he admired about you or something about the way you make him feel and write it out on a little post-it note, leaving each note on your door as soon as he wakes up in the morning so that you won’t catch him

- And at first you have no clue who’s sending you the notes, they just leave you with a warm face, a giddy heart and a gentle flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you wonder who could possibly be so interested in you of all people

- But over time dots begin to connect in your mind. Izuku’s the only person in your class who pays attention to people as much as your admirer obviously does (they notice even the smallest of details about you, something you know nobody in your class but Izuku could manage) and he’s always a bit flustered when you two talk, and sometimes you can see him glancing at you from the corner of your eye

- You’ve always had a small crush on Izuku anyways, but realizing that he’s your secret admirer and getting the lovely notes he leaves for you every day only makes your crush grow as you realize how wonderful he and his kind words make you feel

- For a while you don’t say anything, each note leaving you with a little bit of extra joy every morning as you work up the confidence to face your admirer directly

- Eventually, though, you decide to make your move, sneaking out well past curfew after you know for certain that Izuku’s gone to bed to leave a note of your own for him

- The next morning when he wakes up to leave your daily note on your door he feels the color drain from his face as he sees a note left on his own door, fearing the worst until he reads the note and his face is flooded with a beautiful blush

- “I think it’s time for me to turn the tables and leave you a note for once, don’t you Izuku? :) You have the cutest freckles I think I’ve ever seen and you make me smile every day, how does going out for ice cream sound for a first date? Meet me outside the dorms after class today, - Y/n. (Your not-so-secret admirer ;) )

♡ Momo Yaoyorozu ♡

- Momo seems like the type of person to find the idea of secret admirers so endearing.

- She’s a huge reader and has seen the trope thousands of times in books yet still never gets sick of it, and she knows that she’s much too shy and not confident enough in herself to be able to just walk up to someone and confess her feelings to them, so being someone's secret admirer seems pretty perfect in theory

- But she’s never seriously considered the idea, not until she met you

- When you two first met on your first day at UA, Momo finally understood what it was like to have butterflies for the first time ever.

- It was definitely infatuation at first sight, she thought you were absolutely stunning and incredibly kind even when first meeting her

- And when she saw you use your quirk, she thought you were so talented she didn’t even know how to describe it. Momo typically always had the words to describe how she was feeling or what she was thinking, but when she was around you it seemed words failed her, and all she could do was brush brightly as she admired you

- Eventually, Momo grew lonely as she pined for you from afar, but she still knew that she couldn’t confess to you in person. She still found herself a flustered mess every time the two of you talked despite now being good friends, so there was no way she could get any kind of smooth confession out when facing you directly

- But, she realized after some thought, she could use the silly trope she’d read about so many times as a way to flatter you and make you smile. And that’s exactly what she chose to do to help her finally express her feelings rather than keeping them bottled up

- Of course, Momo’s very smart, so she’s amazing at not getting caught.

- Ever since she wrote the first note, one where she simply told you how she thought you were gorgeous inside and out and how she admired more than words could convey, she’d been extra careful, sneaking into the classroom before even Iida could make it there each morning to leave her note on your desk before running back to her dorm so as to not seem suspicious by always being the first one there

- Sometimes, if she can see you struggling with some homework or the material you’re learning at the time, she’ll take a break from the compliments and gushing about you to help you out, still anonymously of course. In times like those she’ll leave a small note explaining the material you’re struggling with so simply that you always manage to understand, along with some little treat/candy she knows you like to help restore your confidence

- Eventually, though, Momo manages to buck up the courage to confess to you, albeit through a letter. All of the other girls convinced her to after she finally cracked and shared her woes of admiring you from afar to them while seeking advice one evening, and with enough pushing, they managed to convince her to finally shoot her shot with you

- Which is why one morning, you enter class to find not just a short, sweet note like you usually do, but a heartfelt letter explaining Momo’s feelings for you, finally signed with your admirer’s real name and paired with a single red rose

- By the time Momo makes her way to class that morning, heart pounding in her ears as she tries to calm her shaky breathing, you’re already waiting at her desk, beaming with joy as you ask her if she’d like to go out with you for dinner over the weekend with the most lovestruck grin she’s ever seen <3

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whatshewrites00 · 2 months ago

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A Season of Us(More to come, stay tuned)

Agent and Nicole’s Story

The bustling anticipation of the AMP Christmas Party in 2024 hung in the air like the sweet aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg. It was a festive promise whispering through the halls. However, in the heart of the chaos, the kitchen was a storm of confusion of cameras and cutlery. The chef, Marcus, typically a maestro orchestrating culinary symphonies, found himself unraveling like an overcooked strand of spaghetti. His resolve crumbled under the weight of outlandish requests and relentless cameras.

The bright lights of the filming crew cast a harsh glow over the once-inviting kitchen, transforming it into a glaring arena of scrutiny. Marcus hadn’t signed up for this theatrical performance; he had envisioned a night of culinary creation, not a reality show. Where every glance was magnified, every stumble recorded. The vibrant clatter of pots and pans reverberated like a war drum, punctuating his internal battle as he fought to keep his composure amidst the chaos.

As the tension crescendoed, Agent, poised at the brink of a successful day, prepared to end his stream. It was a moment that felt like the calm before a tempest, where the air thrummed with unspoken words and unshed frustrations. Just then, the door swung open with a flourish, and Davis strolled in, a beacon of easy confidence.

“Agent, you good?” he inquired, his voice a melodic counterpoint to the discord in the kitchen.

“Just checking on you, man. Are you ready for the party?”

Agent managed a strained smile, though inside, he felt like a juggler with too many flaming torches. He grabbed his phone and headed toward the door.

“Yeah, I’m ready for the party, of course,” he replied, though his voice lacked the conviction he wished to convey.

Once Agent finally stepped into the party, the atmosphere enveloped him like a warm, fuzzy blanket. The music pulsed through the air, a living entity that vibrated against his skin. Almost immediately, he found himself at the bar, where he poured a drink with a flourish, the ice clinking like little bells celebrating the season. Chris, with his charismatic grin, was present, excitement radiating from him like the twinkling lights strung across the room.

“AMP Christmas party man, y'all ready?” he declared, his voice electric with enthusiasm, a spark that ignited the gathering throng.

“Are you ready? You playing your new music tonight?” Agent asked.

“Hell yeah, hey everybody. Excuse me?” Chris says climbing onto the bar top.

He congratulates the group on a successful year and expresses his excitement for the future. He wishes everyone a Merry Christmas and introduces his new album, which will be played throughout the night. The room erupts with cheers and applause. This is Chris' 3rd album coming straight after a sweep at the Grammys this year.

Meanwhile, Agent is sitting at the kitchen bar, talking to Duke. Duke leaned casually, his demeanor cool and detached. Agent animatedly pitched his latest idea, gesturing with the enthusiasm of someone who clearly hadn’t registered Duke’s lack of interest.

"Look, man," Duke interrupted, his voice steady but firm, "We’re at a Christmas party, not a damn board meeting. Can we leave work alone for tonight?"

Agent blinked, taken aback, before offering a sheepish grin. “Alright, alright. Just thought I’d seize the moment.”

Duke chuckled, shaking his head. “Man seize a drink nigga.”

Just then, Davis reappeared, his eyes alight with mischief. "Agent, come on. There’s someone I think you’ll like."

Agent raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Man, I told you, I’m good."

Davis wasn’t deterred. "Just trust me," he said, his voice smooth, almost conspiratorial.

Agent sighed but eventually pushed off the bar, following Davis through the throng of partygoers. The hum of anticipation grew as they wove through the crowd, Agent’s curiosity reluctantly piqued.

As Davis led Agent through the lively party, the pulsating music and flickering lights created an intoxicating atmosphere. The crowd parted slightly as they approached a cozy corner of the room where a group of friends were laughing and sipping on festive cocktails.

There, sitting on a plush loveseat with a glass of wine in hand, was Nicole. She exuded a quiet confidence, her laughter light and infectious. Her dark curls framed her face, and her eyes sparkled like the ornaments hanging from the massive Christmas tree in the center of the room.

“Agent, meet Nicole,” Davis said, gesturing with a wide grin. “She just moved to Atlanta from D.C., and she’s an author.”

Nicole stood and extended her hand, her smile warm and inviting. “Nice to meet you, Agent. Davis has been hyping you up.”

Agent shook her hand, his usual bravado momentarily softened by her presence. “Good looking out bro. I hope it was all good.”

“Mostly,” she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “So, what’s this I hear about you being the brains behind some of AMP’s biggest projects?”

Agent chuckled, a hint of pride creeping into his tone. “I might’ve had a hand in a few things.”

Davis clapped him on the back. “And you’re too modest, bro. Nicole, this man makes sure we all look good. Without him, we’d be a mess.”

Nicole raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like you’re the glue holding everything together.”

Agent shrugged, a playful smirk on his lips. “Someone’s gotta keep these guys in check.”

“And you’re an author. What kind of books do you write?”

“I got my Master’s in Creative Writing. I’m a children’s book author. I love kids,” she replied with a smile.

“Hold on, you write books for kids, you’re smart and beautiful. Don’t tell me you help sick animals ‘cuz now we’re getting into Disney princess territory” Agent says playfully in between a laugh.

Nicole laughed brushing her hand on his shoulder.

They continued to chat, their conversation flowing effortlessly. As the night wore on, the party buzzed around them, but Agent found himself increasingly drawn to Nicole’s wit and charm. The storm outside raged on, but inside, the warmth of connection and the holiday spirit made the night feel magical.

For once, Agent wasn’t thinking about work or pitching a new idea—just the moment, and the promise of what could come next.

2 YEARS LATER

“Babe, the Uber is here. You ready?” Agent calls out to Nicole.

“Yeah, one second,” Nicole called out looking at her phone and then looking at the cameras she was setting up in her daughter's room. Avery was 2 years old and the light of their lives

She moved with purpose, her hands deftly setting up an array of cameras that resembled playful toys more than the serious guardians they were meant to be. Each camera, perched like watchful sentinels, was strategically placed to capture every heartbeat of her daughter’s daily life. A digital eye in nearly every corner of their home, ensuring that not a single moment slipped through her fingers. Nicole, ever the perfectionist, was a whirlwind of Type A energy, her mind a kaleidoscope of worries revolving around the safety and happiness of her child.

As she adjusted the last camera, the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed up the staircase, pulling her from her thoughts. It was Agent, his voice cutting through the air with an almost playful urgency.

“What are you doing? Are you fixing those cameras again?” he teased, though a hint of concern laced his words.

"She’s gonna be fine. Come on, we gotta go!" His tone was a gentle reminder that sometimes, letting go was just as important as watching closely.

With a determined nod, Nicole turned her attention back to the camera, angling it meticulously to ensure it captured the entire expanse of the room, a veritable stage where her daughter would play, dream, and create. Most important to Nicole was safety. “Just a second!” she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of anxiety and love. Agent, impatient yet affectionate, tugged at her hand, urging her toward the door.

In a flurry of activity, Nicole’s daughter appeared, her eyes bright with innocence and excitement.

“Okay, Mom, everything is in there,” she chirped, her small hands holding a bundle of emergency numbers—an arsenal of safety measures that belied her young age.

“Here’s the emergency number. Here’s the hotel contact. Here’s where we’re going on our excursion. And this is the chauffeur’s number.” The list flowed from her lips like a well-rehearsed script, each detail meticulously memorized, an echo of her mother’s diligent preparations.

“Nicole, leave her. I’ve dealt with kids before. She will be fine,” Her mother, Joyce, reassured her, his voice soothing yet firm. He leaned in, planting a kiss on Avery’s forehead, pulling her into a tight embrace, a gesture of love wrapped in the fabric of their family. Nicole mirrored his affection, enveloping her daughter in her arms, holding on as if she could imprint the warmth of that moment into her very soul.

“I love you, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“Have fun, Nicole! Try not to worry so much. We’ll be fine,” her mother’s voice chimed, a blend of encouragement and mild exasperation.

Agent, keen to lighten the mood, assured his mother-in-law,

“We’re going to have fun, I promise. She’s going to relax! His confidence was infectious, a buoyant promise that hung in the air like a fresh breeze.

Stepping outside, the world greeted them with a cacophony of summer sounds. Nicole slid into the back seat of the Uber, the leather cool against her skin, while Agent wrestled with their bags, stowing them away in the trunk with practiced ease. As she rolled down the window, the warm air rushed in, wrapping around her like a familiar embrace.

“Bye, baby! I love you!” she called out, her heart aching with both love and reluctance.

Agent chuckled beside her, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

“How are you even saying that? We in the car,” he asked, incredulous.

“From the cameras, they have audio!”

“Oh my God,” he retorted, his eyes glimmering with a mix of humor and exasperation.

“You’re a helicopter mom, Nicole—this is a new level of control. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were cameras in the bathroom, just to monitor how long I take a shit.”

“Yeah, well, your average is about five minutes,” she shot back, a playful grin spreading across her face. “We need to get you some fiber,” she quipped, a teasing spark lighting her gaze.

“Oh my God, you are not going to control how long I shit, Nic” he began, laughter mingling with frustration.

“I’m not… we’ll get a green juice at the airport,” she says while looking at the cameras on her phone still.

“Nicole, we are going on vacation! Come on!” he exclaimed, trying to pry the phone from her hands.

Their playful banter filled the car, a lighthearted harmony that intertwined with the anticipation of adventure ahead, as the city faded into the background, and the horizon opened up before awaiting their upcoming holiday. It was almost their wedding anniversary, and excitement filled the air. He looked at her and said,

“Don’t you want to have fun? Everyone will be there.” Agent asked passing Nicole a glass of champagne.

She replied eagerly, “Yes, I want to have fun.” He promised her they would have the best time and assured her that Avery was safe.

Not even 3 hours into the journey, she kept checking the cameras, prompting Agent to ask,

“You don’t trust me, bro,” he sighed looking at her.

She explained, “Babe no I do. I’m just looking. Is there any way to call my mom?” He frowned, saying there was no way to do that.

“How are you even getting to the cameras? They’re on a private server,” he asked. She admitted she had bought the plane's Wi-Fi to check on Avery.

He scolded her lightly, “You bought Wi-Fi to watch our daughter? We’re on vacation, and you’re supposed to relax. No cameras, no editors calling about your next book, nothing Nic.”

She replied, “I know, but this is the farthest we have been away from her, and I ju…” He cut her off, emphasizing that it was their anniversary and she should leave work behind.

“Avery is safe with your mom,” he added. She then revealed her phone, showing a camera positioned above their daughter’s crib. Agent grabbed the phone out of her hands.

“Promise me you’ll put it away,” he insisted. She nodded, but when he took her phone and held it up, he said,

“Look around. We’re in first class, flying to an island off Greece. This is the dream.”

“We can pretend to be castaways on an island, with nothing but tropical fruits and wine. Naked…”

“I promise,” she said, wanting her phone back.

“No phone, you can have it back once we go home,” he replied.

“You can’t do that! What if she needs us?” Nicole replied nervously.

“You need to relax and have fun. Maybe we can even join the mile-high club.” She laughed at the idea, but he encouraged her to let loose.

He pulled her closer, kissing her softly and placing his hand softly on her throat. His other hand gilded gently over her body, slipping his hand into her sweatpants. Passing over her panties and gently guiding his fingers to her clit. Nicole moaned softly, she looked around, startled, and grabbed his wrist.

“What are you doing? We’re on a plane…There are people here,” she gasped cupping her hand over her mouth to stop a moan from escaping.

“And I don’t give a fuck.” He whispered and continued, wanting to help her relax. He circled her clit with deep pressure and let her coat his fingers as they became in sync with her hips rolling. Kissing her again deeply.

His touch made her close her eyes, and soft sounds escaped her lips as he whispered into her ear, “This is how I want you to be. Relaxed…” He groaned quietly. “Relaxed and so fucking wet.”

He kissed her neck, increasing the intensity of his movements. She felt a rush of sensations and urged him to go faster. He obliged and increased his pace. As the moment intensified, they lost themselves in each other, and the world around them faded away.

After they disembark from the plane, Kai and Elise greet the group. They all hop into a car and head to one of the resorts owned by Druski, allowing them to get a good deal. Excitedly, Kai announces their plans to celebrate, popping open a bottle of champagne and instructing the driver to turn up the music.

Upon arrival, they admire the beautiful hotel. Elyse mentions that their friends will join them on a private part of the island. They are introduced to two men named Michael and Samson.

"These niggas came straight from the Bible or something?" Agent jokes.

Nicole and Kai laugh quietly and tell him to stop. The men offer to take their bags and meet them on the island.

They board a small, blue boat, and as they glide over the water, Nicole comments on how much she wishes Avery could see this.

"You're right babe, but she's also 2 years old. She'd probably be asking where's The Little Mermaid the whole time."

"Just let me call them so they know we made it. Please, please!" she begs him.

"They have our location, babe. Even then we are on a BOAT!" he exclaims to her, rolling his eyes.

"C'mon y'all- it's shot o'clock!" Kai hands Nicole each 2 shot glasses.

"Bae if you le-" Agent interrupts her and grabs her face.

"Take your shots Nicole!" he tilts her head back and pours one into her mouth. She winces at the burn of the fiery liquid. And Kai and Elyse celebrate. Nicole lets out a deep sigh and looks at her husband.

Once they reach the island, the resort is amazing. It is a waterfront and they step right onto the beach. They are greeted by one of the staff from the resort.

“Welcome to the Ilse of Druski,” she says handing them each a lanyard with a room key attached to it.

“When are our bags arriving?” asks Nicole.

Agent sighs,” Yes my wife would like to observe our daughter. She is being held hostage by Cocomelon.” Kai and Elyse laugh.

“It's crazy and we are very concerned,” he adds with a sarcastic tone. Nicole rolls her eyes at him.

“Your bags should be here any minute. Your other party should be joining you soon.” the woman explains.

“You are safe here. The only people staying on the island, including yourselves, are the staff.” she guides them inside.

Nicole and Agent enter their room that is adorned with rose petals, a bottle of champagne, and a fruit platter. Nicole is impressed and turns to Agent.

"Kai really went all out for us."

"Oh this was not Kai, this was all me."

"Oh really?" Nicole says, grabbing him closer to her.

She kisses him and the taste of alcohol lingers on her lips. He playfully tosses her onto the bed. He climbs on top of her and kisses her lips while tugging at her shirt. She turns and pushes him back onto the bed. Climbing on top of him she flips her long braids back and guides his hands to her breasts. He bites at them, teasing her with small kisses in between. Nicole moans and bites her lip to mute herself.

"No one is here babe, I wanna hear you." Agent bites her lip and trails kisses down to her neck. Nicole moans and throws her head back grabbing at his shoulders.

Just then the door opens and Davis bursts into the room.

"AMP on the island let's go!" he exclaims. They all pause.

"Hi, Davis," Nicole says, breathless.

"Bro, what the fuck?" Agent screams.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Yes, nigga! You don't know how to knock?"

"It's okay, I was just leaving"

"What- no!" Agent yells as Nicole hops off of the bed.

"It's okay," Nicole reaches and grabs her sunglasses. "I was just going to meet the girls."

"Babe, wait wait" Agent leaps off of the bed and grabs Nicole's hand.

"I thought we were gonna finish what we started on the plane?" he whispers to her.

"Relax baby, we got all the time in the world," Nicole replies mockingly, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I see what you're doing. That's cute." Agent laughs back, kissing her again. Nicole hugs Davis and waves to them both as she exits.

Davis looks at Agent.

"I didn't know y'all was," Davis says in a meek tone making a kissing face gesture with his hands.

"You didn't knock either dumbass nigga" Agent screams at him.

Nicole stepped into the lively atmosphere, her heart racing with excitement as she spotted Elyse and Davis’s girlfriend. They rushed toward each other, arms wide open, embracing in a joyful hug.

“Y'all ready for this week?” Elyse exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Everyone isn’t here yet, but Victoria and Duke just landed, and Fanum and Lucy’s plane is still unloading. They should be here in about thirty minutes.”

“Sounds like we have some time to kill,” Nicole replied, grinning. “Should we grab a drink at the bar?”

“Absolutely!” Elyse chimed, and they made their way downstairs, ready to soak in the vibrant energy of the island.

As they settled at the bar, the clinking of glasses and laughter filled the air. Just then, Davis, Agent, Kai, swaggered up to the bar, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“I can’t wait to explore this island!” Davis declared, a grin plastered on his face.

“Yeah, Agent definitely wants to do some exploring.” Kai joked, nudging Davis playfully.

Before Agent could respond, Duke and Victoria entered, and the group erupted into cheers, rushing to embrace them.

“This place is crazy! Look at the beach man.” Duke exclaimed, his voice booming. “Are you sure this is Druski’s?”

“Right?” Victoria replied, her eyes widening in admiration. “I thought it would just be another ‘Could’ve Been House.’”

Elyse laughed, shaking her head. “No, no, we had all of that taken down! We’re here for a good time!”

As the laughter settled, Fanum strode in, hands in the air. “Hold on, I KNOW Y’ALL NOT STARTING THIS PARTY WITHOUT US!”

They welcomed him and Lucy into the fold, exchanging cheerful banter.

"Aye when did y'all get here?" Duke asked Fanum.

"We was right behind y'all. Wait did y'all see my mans at the door?" Fanum questioned to the group.

"What you mean?" Davis asked.

"The short one asked if we had any guns or something in our bags."

"Yeah he had asked me that too." Duke interjected.

"Yeah no weapons on the island," Kai added.

"Security is tight here. Very private." Kai explained to them.

"So where are the security guards?" Lucy asked to Kai.

"The men that took your bags that's them. And its supposed to be two other guys with them. They are wearing blue." Elyse explained. "Don't worry, they are armed and trained professionals."

Elyse raised her hands to quiet them down, a playful smirk on her face.

“Okay, y’all, here’s the itinerary!” she announced, pulling out a stack of laminated schedules tailored for each couple. The group gathered around, peering at the colorful plans for the weekend.

“Excuse me, Miss Elyse when is the fucking part of the itinerary happening?” Fanum quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Lucy playfully smacked his arm. “Stop it. We love the itinerary, Elyse! Thank you for planning it!”

Kai chuckled, shaking his head. “Why do y'all keep saying that? I planned all of this!”

Laughter erupted once again as they teased him. “Bro, you can’t even plan your next two steps!” one of the guys shot back, eliciting more chuckles.

With the banter still flying, the ladies decided to break off for a spa day on the beach while the guys geared up for a basketball tournament.

“Agent, your cooked!” Duke laughed, planting a quick kiss on Victoria’s cheek. “See you later, ladies!”

“Have fun!” Victoria called after them, a smile dancing on her lips as they all scattered, excitement bubbling in the air. The vacation of adventure had officially begun.

Nicole turned and grabbed Agent “Just let me call her before she goes to bed, please?”, her eyes wide with concern.

Agent smirked, crossing his arms. “If you don’t stop asking, I’ll bury your phone on the beach. "

“Ugh, fine! You’re so mean!” Nicole whined, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Victoria grabbed her and said "Let's go c'mon." Pointing a finger in her face. "No baby talk, Nicky!" ushering her to the beach.

As they settled into their spa treatments, the ladies were enveloped in an atmosphere of relaxation. Lavender-scented oils wafted through the air, and the sound of gentle music played in the background. Lucy sighed, leaning back as a massage therapist worked out the knots in her shoulders. “I really needed this. Like, I might just fall asleep right here.”

Nicole lifted her head, breaking through her cloud of worries. “Does anyone have a phone? I just want to check on Avery, make sure everything's okay.”

Lucy playfully pushed Nicole’s head back down. “Relax, mama! You’re going to give yourself a heart attack at this rate. Just breathe.”

“Seriously, Nic,” Victoria added, her voice dripping with mock seriousness. “You have to trust that she’s fine. And for the love of God, I don’t want to hear about breast pumps or daycare for the rest of the week!”

Nicole sat up straight, her face animated. “But you know the best pump is the—”

Before she could finish, Lucy and Victoria chimed in unison, “The Halo 3! We know, we know!”

Victoria chuckled, pushing Nicole’s head down again. “Just chill, okay? Avery is more calm than you."

“Seriously,” Lucia remarked, shaking her head with a laugh. “Kai planned this trip perfectly for us to unwind, and here you are—”

Nicole interjected, “Hell no! This has ‘Elyse’s Type A personality’ written all over it!”

Suddenly, Elyse emerged from the corner of the spa, a bottle of tequila in hand and a triumphant grin on her face. “Nicky you need to chill girl! Avery is not worried about you having a good time.”

Elyse groaned, rolling her eyes. “How many times did you check on her already?”

Nicole paused, counting on her fingers. “Uhhh… zero? Agent took my phone too!”

“See?” Victoria exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Nic you are supposed to be here relaxing and enjoying your time here. No baby talk Nic”

“But she nee-!” Nicole protested, only to have Elyse push her head back down again, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Just let the masseuse do their magic, will you?”

“Fine, fine!” Nicole relented, groaning as she finally sank into the massage table. “But I’m still going to obsess over her until I can see my phone!”

Elyse laughs while pouring everyone a drink.

“Now that’s the spirit! Do it in silence.” Victoria said with a laugh. “Let’s just enjoy this moment. Cheers to not worrying for at least one hour!”

“Cheers!” echoed the group, as they all surrendered to the tranquility of the waves crashing onto the shore.

Fanum dribbled the ball, glancing back at his friends with a hint of worry. “Hey, did y'all get your bags yet? I mean, we got our passports in there, my chains and shit,"

Kai, chuckling as he feigned a three-point shot, shot back, “Relax, Fanum! They’ll bring them over. Imma just call them right now.” He launched the ball towards Agent, who was strategically positioned near the hoop.

“Catch this fade nigga!” Agent called out at Duke, catching the ball effortlessly. But just as he was about to make his move, Duke piped in, “Wait a second… that dude looked familiar. I think I’ve seen him somewhere before. What's his name? The short one that took our bags?”

“Duke, focus!” Davis interjected, darting towards Agent to play some aggressive defense. “No time to walk down memory lane; we’re trying to win here nigga!”

Duke paused mid-thought, his brow furrowing as he racked his brain. He passes the ball to Davis “I swear, I know him from—”

“Hell yeah, fuck is you talkin' 'bout nigga!” Agent seized the moment, slipping past Davis and sinking a smooth layup. “Two up nigga, c'mon !”

“Yeah, yeah, don't get too cocky nigga,” Duke retorted, shaking off the distraction.

Agent fakes and tries to take the ball from Davis.

"Duke, what's good with the restaurant, my G?" Fanum asks.

“Its good man, Victoria working on prepping the new staff. Just a few things to wrap up before we officially open.”

Agent chuckled, “Of course, your big ass would be talking about food while we playing right now!”

Davis chimed in, “And here you are judging him, nigga? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!”

“Damn, I can't even ask my mans how his businesses going?” Fanum laughed.

Agent approached the water's edge, his sneakers sinking slightly into the damp sand. He spotted Nicole, topless laying in the sun. Her curves silhouetted against the setting sun, a tantalizing sight on the pristine beach. His lips curved into a smile as he took in the scene.

"Now that's what I like to see," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Nicole's head snapped up, her eyes meeting his. A wide grin spread across her face, and she leaped to her feet, closing the distance between them in a few quick strides. Her hands went straight for his shorts, but he guided her wrists down to his length, chuckling.

"You been drinking, huh?" he teased, nodding toward the empty coconut shell beside her towel.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe just a little. You told me to relax, remember?"

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His hands found the strings of her bikini top, deftly untying them. She gasped, her hands moving to his chest, pushing him back towards their towel.

"You're not the only one who knows how to have fun," she said, her voice a sultry purr.

"But it seems you've started without me." His gaze flicked to her bikini top, discarded beside her towel.

He guided her head down, his grip firm yet gentle. She took him in, her eyes never leaving his, a mischievous glint in them. He groaned, his head falling back, fingers tangling in her hair.

"Fuck, Nicky. Just like that."

She pulled back, her lips glistening.

"Come here" he teased, laying her down on the towel. Nicole, reached for the nearby plate as Agent peppered her body with deep kisses. She plucked a ripe mango, biting into it with a moan. She took another piece, tracing it over her nipple, the juice dripping down her sun-kissed skin.

Agent's eyes darkened. He caught her wrist, sucking the juice off her finger, his tongue found her nipple and he began sucking and swirling around it. She gasped, her body arching into his.

"Please, I need you inside me," she begged, her voice a sultry plea.

With his hands finding her neck, his thumb traced her pulse. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. He began to move, slow and steady, their bodies rolling in sync lives the waves crashing onto the shore.

"You feel so fucking good, Nicole," Agent growled, his voice low and rough.

Her nails dug into his back, her body arching into his. "Harder, baby please," she begged, her voice a sultry plea. He obliged, his strokes becoming more powerful, the hand around her neck tightening slightly.

"Yes, just like that," she moaned, her eyes locked onto his.

He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. "Come for me, Nicky," he commanded, my voice a low rumble. She shattered, her body convulsing around his length. He grabbed her neck tighter and kissed her as he finished. They were breathless and glowing in the Grecian sunset.

“Excuse me sir.” a woman called out from the patio.

“Yeah?” Agent yelled turning his back to shield his naked wife.

“Dinner is in 2 hours, on the back deck.”

“Thank you ma’am,” he exclaims waving her off. He turns to look at Nicole.

“2 hours huh?” she said smirking at him. He scanned her body hungrily.

“Round 2?” she questioned to him and before he could answer, she climbed on top of him, kissing him intensely.

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sunnylands-world · 2 years ago

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Can I request shy!reader doing the dirty with draco and he notices that she keeps her moans quiet by using her hand or a pillow maybe so draco has to be rougher in order to hear her moan?

I'M SORRY IF ITS CONFUSING IM BAD AT EXPLAINING THINGS 😭

Cum for me, and scream while you do it

Pairing: draco Malfoy x fem reader

Summary: you're rather shy about the noises you make but your boyfriend won't have any of it…

Word count: 589

Warning: unprotected sex, reader wears glasses, squirting, reader cries, little bit of dirty talk. I think that's it let me know if I missed anything

Universe: Harry Potter

A/n: hope you like it!!

Your lip was tucked in your teeth as His hips slowly met yours, his hands having a gentle grip on your wrist above your head. His eye contact didn't falter; you would occasionally slip up when his tip brushed your spot letting your lips part with a soft moan; he didn't miss the way you seemed to be holding back and his brows knitted in confusion.

You weren't against the thought of screaming for him. letting him know just how good it felt when he rocked into you, letting you memorize the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. you just were far too in your thoughts about it. what if someone heard you or maybe-

You gasp, eyes fluttering a bit till they meet his blue's. His smirk tells you he's up to something, planning mischief. He pulls back leaving you empty, trying to clench down on his tip at the entrance of your pussy before he slams in, your skin touching his like glue between two pieces of paper. And he repeats the motion making you let out an involuntary moan.

He's meeting a fine line of pleasure and pain with his brutal thrust that doesn't take long to have you shaking and twitching under him not used to this type of pace. Your stomach twisted in knots as you let out sounds you never imagined leaving you. It stings in a good way having him just force his cock into you before your wetness can even adjust. The room fills with wet clapping sounds and it brings heat to your cheeks and your boyfriend only wants to add to it.

"You hear that baby, you're so wet" he groans and you let out a whimper. Your head foggy as you try to curl into your little corner again but like before he fucks it out of you.

"Oh fuck" the words leave you with a squeak since you don't curse. Draco's cock invading your tight cunt like the devil driving you nearly to insanity. You're not even sure who you are as your fingers dig into your palm, tears running out from under your dark frames. Draco is so entranced with you, feeling like he's about to lose control looking at your pretty face under him, you're a wreck and it's all his fault.

"Look at you" he cooed and just like before your cheeks flame red. Your walls quiver around his thick length clenching and unclenching with no control. It's becoming too much feeling your pussy run juices from it down to your ass. You are partly embarrassed by all of your behavior but you can't function enough to stop it.

It's like stealing ice cream from a freeze, you're heart's racing and you amped up with adrenaline but the cold sweetness in the fridge is so fucking good you can't be bothered that your stealing it, he'll you might just sit there and eat it knowing you could get caught but your eyes roll when the frozen dessert melts on your tongue and a moan leaves you in appreciation; do you appreciate what draco's doing right now? Of course you do but you'll definitely be paying the price for how Loud you're being right now.

"Cum for me, and scream while you do it" he whispers; and just like that your ears ring, cock still beating against your poor g-spot as you release around him, gushing onto his bed sheets like a filthy whore; screaming into the room.

you think all of Hogwarts heard as you breathe back to life.

Draco's lovers and requests

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marleysfinest · 1 year ago

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Congrats on 300, Mar!!

Could I get Jean with the prompt "show me"? Pretty please? 🙏

I'll send some extra deets to you directly 😘

ur wish is my command!

smut below the cut! jean x @ricecrispiebirb! (she/her)

"c'mon," jean purrs as he strokes along your jaw, "show me. I know you wanna."

you dismiss his advances - again - due to the very busy hotel bar you're both sharing a drink in, leant against the cold marble countertop as you look up to meet jean's lustful gaze. this is your first "official" date, but you've been slowly amping up the flirting for weeks on end. he'd brush past you with a graze across your behind, you'd risk an intense make-out session in the little meeting room on the third floor, you'd even let him slip his hands beneath your waistband before pulling away, teasing him in a way that always elicited a groan.

"show you what, exactly?" you ask, laying on the innocence as thick as possible. jean cocks his head as if to say- you really have to ask?

"you've pretty much finished your drink already, let's just go up to my room. it's too loud here, anyway."

you roll your eyes, and knock around the melting ice in your glass, mulling over jean's proposal. on the one hand, you liked teasing him and drawing out those delightful little whines when you take away what he wants, but on the other, you were growing pretty impatient to see what he was hiding beneath the zipper on his trousers. his confidence was unmatched, this much was clear, but would he be able to practice what he preached? without uttering a word you set down your glass on the bar, and slip the bartender a couple of notes to cover your tab. jean stares at you, eyes wide, realising that he'd finally hit the jackpot. you gently take his had, and pull him up from his seat and head to the lobby to take the elevator up to his room.

you whisper sweet nothings to each other the entire ride up, as you let jean caress and hold you, but decide against delivering him a kiss just quite yet. he'd kissed you before, of course, but you both knew that the evening was heading somewhere neither of you had been before with one another, and so you wanted to draw it out as long as you could. besides, it only seemed to make him more desperate. he peppered your neck with kisses, and his warm break on your collarbone and up to your ears sent shivers down your spine. he's barely able to unlock the door to his room through anticipation, his fingers practically trembling with the anticipation.

once the door is closed, you take a moment to bask in the silence and reality of finally being alone with jean. for all your teasing and drawing the situation out, you had to admit to yourself that you want this as much as he does. he gazes down at you as he steps nearer, brushing a hair from your face.

"you gonna show me now?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, and you swear you feel your breath hitch. you offer no resistance when he rests his palm on your cheek and leans in to kiss you with ferocity. once he susses that you're returning his passion, he wastes no time in making a move to rid you of your clothes. he's unzipped the back of your dress and slipped the spaghetti straps down from your shoulders. you let yourself succumb to him and take the lead, gently pushing you down onto the bed, sinking into the soft bedsheets. you barely have time to take a breath when he's placed his hand between your legs, circling your heat firmly with his long fingers. a groan leaves your throat, spurring him on, and when he slips your panties to one side you feel yourself tense.

"you ok?" he asks, sensing the change in your posture. you nod, unaware of how much your hold on him had change, instantly letting your muscles react.

"sorry," you whisper, "just... didn't think this would be happening tonight.

jean offers you a smile, and lets his fingers find his way to your folds again, revelling in how wet you already are.

"let me relax you then," he whispers, effortlessly slipping two fingers inside, "it's the least I can do."

#jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein smut #marleysthirsty300 #asks

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hetaphilia · 2 years ago

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England & Canada Fic Recs

my fellow royal red bros fans I am here hot and fresh with some fics about the two or majorly involving their dynamic that I enjoy, mostly from ff.net and ao3 (some are probably crossposted)

Golden Child - drunk England going on about how great little America was to Canada’s silent hurt... except maybe he’s not talking about America at all. Oneshot, ending gives me a nice warm feeling.

Industry and Grandeur - 1800s, France invites England and a colonial Canada to his country for an exposition, lots of lovely interactions between the duo. Just wonderfully written, some great historical Hetalia.

Gift of God - England and Canada head to a restaurant after a meeting to chat when they overhear the plight of a human couple tables away. Canada makes a selfless choice. Very sweet, really like how the author writes them.

The Cold We Hate - ACE family overall, but royal red bros too for sure. Details the North American ice storm of 1998 and how the weather affects America and Canada, staying over at England’s house so he can take care of them.

Teatime questioning - little Matthew asks England how to get a girl to like him, except it might not actually be about liking him, nor how to get a girl to in the first place. Toothrottingly cute, love to think this is how Canada gets into tea.

On Love and Loyalty - a look at Canada’s and England’s relationship throughout Canadian history. Just good sold stuff with a sweet ending.

The Frozen Friend - winter in Canada in the early days after England’s acquired him as a colony. Canada apparently has a strange man as an old friend, but England feels wary for some reason. Then he learns who he really is and oh shit. Slightly spooky and has protective Kumajiro, one of my faves lore wise.

Haunting Echoes - snippet of WW1 with kinda snapped Canada and worried England. Short but dark. Poor Canada.

Feverish - might be if not my fave Het fic, then among my top. FACE family centric, but lots of royal red bros throughout. Canada falls ill, tries to persevere through a world meeting, and things snowball from there as America, England, and France are pulled in to care for their brother that seems to keep getting worse after brief bouts of recovery. And Russia’s there too...? Canada’s failing health may be linked to something more subtle but nefarious than any of them initially thought. Great pacing, characterization, lots of character dynamics, knows when to amp up the tension and when to give it a break. Sadly, this fic remains unfinished and is unlikely to ever be completed, but the 20 chapters we do get are wonderful. I recommend it even if just to enjoy the ride.

#hetalia #hws #hws canada #hws england #royal red bros #fic rec #might make another list in the future when I cobble together more

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neotriobrainrot-reborn · 1 year ago

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Guess who's here again holding up Mushroom Girl like my blorbo? Yep, IT WAS ALWAYS ME

(If you saw this posted early on the 11th, no it wasn't)

Also note: I might change her first name. I’m satisfied with her last name since it’s a reference to a fungus (not directly by name, but as a hint, it’s a combination of two words of 1 fungus). Her first name I feel like does need work though

This post has gotten a little long. Not so long that it's massive, but too long for me to comfortably post it without a readmore

So here yee here yee:

KEY:

STAR — ⭐️

ORBIT — 💫

NOVA — ✨️

Mosary Amaniphall (V4)

AGE: 12

HEIGHT: 4’5

BORN: DEC 12TH

STAMINA: ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

PROFICIENCY: ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

CREATIVITY: ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

TENACITY: ⭐️ M A X ⭐️

CLEVERNESS: ✨️ ✨️ ✨️ ✨️ 💫

WISDOM: ⭐️

These are her stats at the start of the series (Museum Arc)

ANIMAL: BEAVER

FAV FOOD: SWEET POTATO

LIKES… STARING AT RANDOM INSECTS, CAMPFIRES, HIKING, PUTTING RANDOM TOYS IN BOILING WATER, EATING CANDY WRAPPERS

EPITHET: BURGEON

The user can rapidly grow anything, from her own capabilities, to even growing plants, fungi, combining the two, and making fungi/plant summons with various effects

Passives

Warmer

Mosary's body temperature is a lot warmer and more resistant to heat than the average person, though the inside of her body is more resistant than the surface. This isn’t a drastic increase, but it’s enough to save her a few seconds of reaching over for covers on a cold night.

Sweet Toxin:

Due to the nature of how Mosary's epithet effects her body, she's immune to most forms of poison. In fact, her body will translate any poison that goes into her body into passive healing and painkillers. This combination slowly heals her and makes her take slightly less damage.

MOVESET

A huff and puff of Bark and Burning Frostbite

The user grows/summons tree bark on the area their hands make contact with (this can include their body). Half of the bark is inhibited by a fungus called “Exidiopsis Effusa”, and the other half by a Puffball Mushroom. The user can grow bark that only inhibits one fungus, but the main feature of the bark is the fungi living in it.

The bark can emit Hair Ice (Sort of) and Puff spores (sort of again)

By creating spores of the Icy hair-like strands emerge from the growing bark that the user can control telekinetically. She can control the temperature of the frost and strengthen it so much that they'll leave burn marks. From being able to control how sharp the strands are (from soft as a pillow to as sharp as blades), to how flexible and malleable they are along with how many strands come out, this is an extremely powerful move Offensive wise that also offers a great amount of utility.

As for the Puff spores, they have a special function — she can ignite the puffball spores for explosions. They are relatively weak explosions, but due to the amount of spores the bark can spit out, the user can spam small explosions, or even combine most of the spores for one large explosion.

These moves are relatively simple, but the user can get extremely creative with its applications

She can:

Use it to slash at opponents for large damage

Can tie the hair ice around herself for mobility

Can use the bark on both of her legs to anchor herself or a target

Can harden and condense the strands of hair ice to make a small durable structure to either use offensively or defensively

Grow the Puffball bark on her shoes and ignite it at any point while she's going in any direction for a dash

Grow the Puffball Bark on her hands and feet to use as a way to amp up her physical attacks

Place the puffball spores on the hair ice for a long range explosion attack

Grow the puffball bark on her hands and concentrate the spore release for a bullet like explosion decent in strength

Grow the Hair-ice bark on her hands and have the ice form and sharpen around them to act as bladed brace knuckles.

Etc.

While the move itself is inherently simple, the user is clever enough to see the sheer utility options of the move.

Legion of Cordyceps

The user manifests a crown shaped fungi on. The crowd itself has 3 long fungi sprouting on top of the crown, acting as its spikes: one on the left, one on the right, and one in the center. Two of these spikes have green gems, with the center spike having a hot-pink gem

The summon has a name/title, which is “Princess Legion”.

The crown itself slowly steadily generates pink spores that the user can telekinetically control for their use. When these spores get onto a summoned creature or construct, it'll take control of that summon and absorb it into the crowned selection. Assuming the user is in a situation where they can fill all the gems, the left spike is filled first, then the right spike, with the center spike being the last one. Each gem can only hold 1 summon, and one of each type. Once a summon is absorbed, the user has to pick a different one to progress through the next gem.

At will, the user can throw the summon off her head, and transform her into one of four states depending on how many gems have summons. When summoned, each absorbed summon/epithet construct incorporated into Prince Cordycep is stronger depending on what form she transforms into

Ex: The summon benefits is non existent in form 1, weak in form 2, average in strength in form 3, and at its strongest in form 4

Form 1: Lonely wannabe (0 summons absorbed)

Stamina – ⭐️; Proficiency – ⭐️⭐️; Creativity – ⭐️

The first, and weakest form, is what happens if the user transforms it with no summons absorbed. A small 4ft tall humanoid figure with multiple tiny strands of pink Cordyceps growing out. Princess Legion possess tiny, but sharp claws to use. The warrior is fast and nimble, allowing them to get off slashes quickly, but it’s fairly weak and is about as dangerous as a child with dull box cutters: a little dangerous, but anyone decently competent can deal with this with one good kick no problem.

Because of this being Princess Legion's weakest form, Mosary uses almost no stamina summoning her. They can summon multiple Princess Legion's, so this is good for overwhelming opponents with a small army of weak summons.

Mosary can summon 8 of these to fight in her defense

Form 2: Grounded Company (1 summon absorbed)

Stamina: ⭐️⭐️; Proficiency: ⭐️⭐️⭐️; Creativity: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Princess Legion is 5'2 feet tall in this form and has longer and sharper claws in this form. Depending on what summon was absorbed, she'll have an extra aspect about herself or even effect the design and appearance of the summon, but the height and the number of gems attached to it never changes.

Ex: If one of Sylvies's sheep are absorbed into legion before she's summoned, she might have her claws coated with sleep dust

She's noticeably tougher than her form 1 counterpart, but still weak. Someone competent may have more trouble, but competent people should still be able to deal with these.

Mosary can summon four of these

Form 3: Hovering Crowd (2 summons/Epitheg constructs absorbed)

Stamina: ⭐️⭐️; Proficiency: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️; Creativity: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This form of Princess Legion, while only slightly tougher in durability, makes up for it with strength and versatility. This form comes in a pair with two summons. Their wooden hands are practically razor-sharp claws, with them both being 6ft tall and appearing more beast like. Even someone extremely skilled will have trouble dealing with this.

This form has two gems applied to both summons, and depending on what summon was absorbed before this form us summoned, Princess Legion will have different features

If Mosary absorbs One of Indus' barriers and Sylvie's sheep, both summons may have a coat of Sleep dust, and have their body made out of barriers, making them more durable

The user can only summon 2 of these.

Form 4: True Legion (3 epithet summons/constructs absorbed)

Stamina ⭐️⭐️⭐️; Proficiency: 💫💫⭐️⭐️⭐️; Creativity: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Princess Legion's true form. 8ft tall, and appears mostly as a fog, yet solid. This appears as one summon, but in nature, Princess Cordyceps is the combined forced of 3 summons and itself into 1 body. This summom is extremely strong, and acts as the user’s final gambit. Summoning this will leave Mosary with closeto zero stamina. This summon functions like the others kicked to 11.

Ex: If Mosary used Princess Cordycep to absorb one of Sylvies's sheep, a barrier from Indus, and a tower construct from Percy, she may have a massive coat of Sleep dust, be capable of hardening her body to endure even the strongest of attacks, and shoot lighting from it's heart

Devil's Lollipop

This summon takes the form of a Devil Cigar Fungus, although it has a large devil-like grin in the center. It's about as small as a flower and doesn't appear to be much, but appearances can be misleading.

This summon can release, minic, and manipulate any kind of sound that it hears. Multiple of these can be summoned, and each one has a small simple on it that's unique for each person it's attached to, making it easy to tell apart which summon is attached to which person. It can also manipulate people into hysteria and lost of control over their actions by laughing with its true voice

The user can apply this sound-based manipulation in an various amount of ways that can help the user in various of situations:

Mosary can tie the flower vines of the summon around their neck with the front of the summon facing the same direction of herself (like a flower bowtie). This would change her voice into anything of her whim

Mosary can have the Flower shoot out pressurized and concentrated sound waves, effectively acting as a powerful invisible ranged attack that can pack a punch if used correctly, though the beam of sound is unfocused. This would hurt her if she doesn't attach this to an instrument (she chooses a clarinet more often than not)

By attaching a Devil Lollipop to someone's body, she can create hyper-focused sounds that only the target can hear. They, in turn , can send hyper-focused messages to Mosary that only she can hear. This allows for effective communication that the opponent cannot hear. This can also be useful against targets to trick them into hearing sounds that aren't there

Despite all the various sounds the summon can make, it does actually have a voice of its own. By laughing with its original voice, it can make those who hear it stir crazy, give them immense hysteria, and create a strong urge inside their subconscious to dance and sing

Sunspot

A small mushroom-Flower fusion grows on Mosary's head, appearing to look like a Death Cap fungus with small sun symbols all over it, and a sunflower sprouting from the top of the fungus. Upon Sunspot (the fungus-Plant) glowing a bright light mimicking that of the sun, Mosary will gain a large growth in strength & speed, with her getting a tremendous boost in all five of her senses. She could see through walls, hear whispers as if it was shouting, and so on. This is a relatively simple move but gives Mosary an array of options.

A benefit of this summon is that if this is used in the day, there's no stamina cost for using it since the flower part of the fungi-plant amalgamation will use the sunlight as an energy source. This only applies to the day, so Mosary will have to be careful about reserving her stamina when trying to use this during the night

Ghostly Sights

Mosary summons what appears to be a Ghost Fungus glowing purple. She can manipulate, absorb, and control the light in the fungus, allowing her to create visual light illusions. They aren’t physical, but they’re made purely out of light, so anyone who decides to try and touch the light will quickly find out that it’s merely an illusion. This move is completely useless as a physical attack, but it's great for throwing your opponent off in an infinite array of situations.

Fun Facts

She has a habit of staring at insects, and if not interrupted, will sit and stare at them until she passes out from need of sleep (This has happened more times then she'd like to admit)

Her “Bounty” was just something she doodled. She's just good enough at art to make it look real (she also immediately crossed out the “dead” part of “dead or alive” since she didn't want someone trying to kill her)

Speaking of, whenever she starts to get overwhelmed (whether that be mentally, physically, or primarily by overusing her epithet), her epithet will start to overheat her body. She'll experience symptoms like nausea, dizziness, weakness, rapid breathing, etc.

Because of her passive “Sweet Toxins”, she didn't know what poison even was for a good portion of her life until her parents rushed her to an ER after getting stung by a scorpion (All she told the Doctor was that she felt like she just woke up)

With her current trajectory, she'll reach orbit Proficiency in high school between the middle of her Freshman year, and the end of her sophomore year. (When she’s 15-16 years old). By the time she graduates high school, she'll have all of her stats in orbit

SHE'S A GOOFY GOOBER—

While she may appear stotic at first glance to others, She has genuine anger problems and also has trouble controlling her reactions to her own emotions. Luckily, she does try visit Sylvie for weekly therapy appointments (Emphasis on try due to her being a 12 year old with barely any money

Graham and Princess Cordyceps would immediately become best friends if they ever met

While Mosary is dumb in terms of academic and book smarts, she’s practically a genius in when it comes to improvisation. She can make simple epithet moves that don’t require much creativity, but gives her immense utility options

She chews Jolly ranchers & Jaw breakers

Miscellaneous:

No promises, but I'm extremely satisfied with this move-set. I didn't want to make her epithet Fungus/Mushroom because that didn't feel too creative, and going “She Mushroom Girl, her epithet is Mushroom/Fungus” felt like a lazy route to go, and Efflorescence didn't feel like it fit her alias enough.

I went with “Burgeon” since it means “Growing Rapidly”, giving me a lot of options while still fitting her Fungus vibe. Plus, it fits more organically

I know it’s a massive stretch to get “Sharp flexible ice blades with exploding spore”, “A Princess Cordycep capitalizing on absorbing summons”, and so on out of “Burgeon”, but I thought it was a fun direction to go with, so I just went with it, and I honestly had a lot of fun thinking through this moveset. I'm mainly going with a nature aesthetic.

Like I said, might change her first name, just tryna think of a better fit

I gave her “Ghostly Sights” so that she would be forced to get creative with a move that does no damage. It's a stretch, but so is literally everything else here, so I don't mind much

She's meant to be leaning much more towards goofy and stupid(ish) than anything else.

And yeah, yeah. That's about it. Bya—

#epithet erased #epithet erased mushroom girl #ee mushroom girl #fungireborn.post

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