#a little sleepy time robot that helps you go to bed

[sleepyseaslug]

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(big fan of your art, hope this helps in the inspiration department!!)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 1

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Happy first day of kinktober everyone. I’ve got a lot more schoolwork this year (curse you psychology) but ill be doing my best to try and keep up with my posting.

I’m gonna be honest I haven’t watched Shadowhunters in a long time, but Alec and Magnus still mean a lot to me. So, this is super vague about background stuff, cuz I can’t remember any of the plot from the show or books.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Alec found himself sighing as he leaned back in the chair behind his desk, his hand reaching up to rub at his aching temples. He took his duty very seriously, but at times it could do nothing but cause pains and aches throughout his body and psyche. Not only that, but his work kept him apart from you, sometimes for days or even weeks at a time. Alec had known at the time when he gained his rank that this work would fill much of his life, but now that he had finally found his way to you, it almost didn’t feel worth it.

Alec sighed softly as he got out of his seat, there was no reason to keep working any more tonight. At this point he had stared at those reports enough that he was seeing double, and the thought of your shared bed was like an angel’s call. With that in mind, the shadowhunter found himself almost floating to your shared room, a new edition to your relationship. Neither of you even had much time to spend in this room, as you were both important people in your circles and both took your duties seriously.

It was because of this that Alec didn’t even think about you being present when he entered the dimly lit room, his eyelids heavy and half shut as he pulled off his clothes robotically, folding it up neatly and placing it off to the side to go in the laundry in the morning. It was only when he fell onto the bed, now only clad his boxers, that he noticed the second presence in the room. He almost jolted up with shock, but your arm wrapped warmly and securely around his waist, pulling your lover close as you nuzzled into the back of his stiff neck.

“there’s my pretty boy” you rumble, your voice thick with sleep but also the love and admiration you have for Alec. Alec only allows himself to huff a little, feeling embarrassed at your sweet words. He had never gotten used to being complimented or praised, so when you peppered sleepy kisses on his neck and mumbled about his beautiful, he was and how strong he was, the shadowhunter felt himself grow hotter in the face.

“Look at you, all tense” you huff, your warm hands running up and down the planes of Alecs torso as you hook your chin over his shoulder, your thumbs rubbing just below his pecs, the action causing him to twitch and exhale sharply. “Always working so hard for everyone, but you never take care of yourself” you mumble, your lips pressed to the side of his neck. You can’t help but nibble on the skin there, letting your tongue flatten against the rune on his neck.

“Guess that’s why you have me, isn’t it” you almost tease, your hands finally grabbing his tight pecs in your palms, giving him a loving squeeze, making your sensitive lover whine. “Always such a diligent, good boy, aren’t you?” you croon, giving both of his nipples a quick pinch and twist, enjoying the punched-out noise that leaves Alec at the action. You had always loved how sensitive he was, and how easily you could work him up with just a few touches and sweet words.

“My good boy” you purr, hands traveling down his torso at a snail’s pace, almost in a worshipping manner as you feel out every shape that makes up his body, basking in the shaky way he breaths and how he can’t seem to keep his legs still. “My pretty boy” you hum, your thumbs teasing at the elastic of his underwear, an almost catlike smirk on your lips as you let your lover stew in the need and want running through his tired body.

“Just lay back Alec, ill take care of you” you mutter, using your grip to pull him further against your chest, your hips grinding into his own from behind. Alec shakily exhales but seems to melt in your arms, his muscles untensing as you fold his boxers down under his sack, releasing his hardness to the darkness of your shared room.

“Ill always take care of you. Because you are so good, and so beautiful. So smart, and so considerate of everyone around you” you keep mumbling, one of your hands wrapping around where Alec craves you the most. The noise that leaves him sounds drawn out and almost painful, like he had wanted you to touch him for so long. There isn’t a need for lube, as you don’t have to do much to work Alec how he needs it, at the moment he doesn’t need anything wild, he just needs your touch and presence.

The loose grip you have around him and the lazy way you stroke him is enough to have Alec twitching and jolting, his mouth open as he gasps and whimpers, words long gone from his person as he arches his hips into your hand. How you feel about him is impossible to express in words, so you keep laying every compliment you can think of on him as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder.

His keens rise in volume, his voice wobbly and almost hoarse as he begs in broken words. “Go on baby. Good boy, come on, be good and give it to me” you rumble, reaching up with your free hand to give one of his nipples a rough pinch and twist. Its all Alec needs to finish, his hips jolting almost painfully into your hand as his essence spills across the sheets in thick white stripes, painting your black sheets in a different shade.

You barely are able to withdraw from his back before Alec is asleep, the exhaustion of the multiple days of nonstop work and the euphoria of his orgasm knocking him out cold. With a soft chuckle, you kiss his temple and start cleaning up, moving him around to change him out of his underwear into a new pair, and getting new sheets on the bed. As you cuddle against his back again, this time under the sheets, you smile softly to yourself as you kiss the back of his neck. “I love you so much, my sweet boy” you whisper before shutting your eyes, burying your face into his hair, and inhaling his scent, letting the familiar scent carry you off into the land of sleep.

[heyitsme1040]

Hiii! I just saw your repost, where you said you're going through writers block, and I want to request an mcu headcanons about

Tony Stark / Bucky Barnes / and Loki Laufeyson (all seperate) X a gn reader who gets extra clingy when they're sleepy/tired!

Have a good night!

This is so cute! Thank you for the request, it was super fun to write.

How Marvel Men Would React to: You Being Clingy When Tired

feat. Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and Loki Laufeyson

AO3 (x)

Tony Stark

He hates how little sleep you get, but he also loves how accepting of his affection you are. Tony hates when you don't get enough sleep. He's no example of a healthy sleep schedule, but you're just barely doing better than he is. It's obvious when it happens. You rub your eyes harshly throughout the day, words seem to escape your thoughts when explaining your latest idea, and you become clumsy.  When well rested you enjoy Tony's company. Always greeting each other with kisses, spending most of the day together, but still managing to do your own things. But when you're tired, you crave his presence. You'll slip in front of him when he tinkers and wrap your arms around him. You'll settle into his space and he'll continue working. It isn't an uncommon sight for you to be straddling his lap, face against his shoulder, while he sits in an office chair. Right now Tony wants nothing more than to scoop you up and carry you to bed, except he's in important meetings that have already been rescheduled four times. He kisses you before going into his office to be ready for the video conferences. You pout as he crosses the hall.  Not wanting to go far away, you work on the project you've been thinking over. It's as you're writing down the last portion of your formula that your focus is gone. Frustration builds as you cross out more and more of what you'd just written. Slowly, the lack of sleep catches up to you. You were crashing, and any more coffee was a bad idea. Finally giving in you drop the pen. You unlocked your phone, squinting at the harsh brightness of the screen, and sent Tony a text. You didn't want to interrupt his meetings, but you also knew trying to fall asleep without him would be difficult. Tony is relieved when the meetings go by faster than he was expecting them to. Once he disconnects from the last video conference, he goes across the hall to the workshop. Surprised by its emptiness, he grabs his phone to call you only to see your text. He smiles, rushing upstairs to the bedroom. You're curled up in one of his sweatshirts while laying on his side of the bed, face squished against his pillow. He steps out of his shoes while crossing the room. You lift your head as soon as his steps ring through the room. The moment he sits on the bed to lay down, you move to wrap your arms around his waist with a huff. Tony can't help the fond chuckle that escapes him. He'll pull your hands away for a moment, a quiet whine escaping you, before scooping you into his lap. He'll lay down, shifting you so that his chin is just above your head. His breaths cause you to be gently rocked. Your legs tangle together, and he makes a dramatic gasp when your cold toes press against his ankles.  "Not close enough,” you mumble against the column of his throat. His responding hum vibrates against your lips. You bury your head further into his neck. Tony's arms slip beneath his hoodie you're wearing and rub your back while holding you tighter to him. The content sigh you release makes him feel more accomplished than any of those meetings did. He presses his lips against your hair. He doesn't pull away, just enjoying having his lips against you while feeling the warmth of your skin. "You should sleep,” he mumbles against you. You fight off a yawn before replying, "You should, too.” "Deal. JARVIS, enter black out mode.” "Certainly sir,” the robotic voice acknowledges. "Black out mode engaged.” The lights turn off and the shutters close, plunging the room into darkness. A projection of the stars dimly covers the ceiling. Tony pulls a cover over the both of you. 

Bucky Barnes

You sat in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee, and watching the sun rise higher by the hour. Your nightmares were getting worse. You were glad Bucky was on a mission until this afternoon, not wanting to disturb the little sleep he could get. It was a long week, but you could manage. You couldn't help the nightmares that plagued your sleeping mind. They left their mark against you, the dark circles under your eyes anything but subtle. It was a surprise when you heard the lock in the door. Just as you whipped around to look, the door swung open, revealing Bucky. He dropped his bag as you hurried across the room. In your rush, you tripped over the small rug in your hallway. Bucky's arms were quick to be around you. He picked you up, your legs going around his waist. "Hi,” you breathed out. "I've got you,” Bucky kissed you while kicking the door closed. "What are you doing up?” "Couldn't sleep.” You felt Bucky's shoulders slump as he gently traced the circles under your eyes.  "How many?” You bit your lip, not wanting to worry him. But you also knew he understood. While you debated, Bucky sat on the couch. The sunlight cast golden beams into the room, making you feel safe. "It was just eleven…” you trailed off. Bucky frowned, a small crease appearing between his brows. “Sweetheart, why didn't you let me know you needed me? I would have been here as fast as possible.” You sagged against him, using his large frame as your personal pillow. “Because I didn't want to worry you, and your mission was important…”  “You're important,” he said disapprovingly.  “I know,” you promise. "But your mission was so short.” He gave you an unimpressed look. “I was gone four days.”  You sagged against him further, no longer supporting your weight. Bucky sighed as snores came from you. He hated that you didn't sleep while he was away. Both of you suffered from nightmares. The only solution that kept them away was when the two of you slept beside each other. He knew your nightmares, just as you knew his. He slowly stood up, cradling you against him. Going to the bed, he tucked you in. The small whimper that left you as he moved around the bed made his heart clinch. Even asleep you were reaching out for him. He laid down, pulling your malleable body into his hold. His heart always soared when you were tired, loving how touchy you became. Usually you would wait for him to initiate physical touches, but when you were asleep? All you wanted to do was touch him. The first time he discovered this made his heart melt. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable, and all you wanted when sleeping was him. The trust you had in him to protect you while slept was the best feeling possible to him.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki's adoration of you grew daily. You were self assured and confident, easily seeming like an immovable force. And you were, but Loki got to see what you were like behind closed doors. Loki witnessed you when the bravado was washed away. Witnessed how dedicated you were to the people in your life. He was lucky enough to be one of those people.  Loki's favorite time was the evening. Getting to relax with you after a long day was perfection to him. Being around you energized him from the tiring tasks of the day. Learning your quirks was an added bonus of spending evenings together.  His favorite was when you were tired. He was used to falling asleep in each other's arms, but what he didn't expect was your nightly request that he speak. Anything from tales of Asgard to having him ramble about seemingly nothing. Each night he looked forward to lulling you to sleep with his stories. He learned, slowly, that his voice was what allowed you to sleep peacefully. Some nights, when your breathing was evened out, he'd stop talking. It was these nights you would hold onto him tighter, angling your body as if you were trying to shield him from something. He would stroke your hair and begin talking again, and you would relax against him. Instead of your hands clinging to his shirt, they would lay flat against his chest.  He loved the way you would ask him to tell you something. Your eyes would flutter shut, but then you were jerking awake again as if you wanted to avoid sleeping for as long as possible. You would finally give in, resting your forehead against his.  “Tell me something,” you'd whisper. “What would you like to hear?” He'd brush your hair away from your eyes. It became a game for him, guessing what your reply would be. If you'd want him to finish a story you fell asleep in the midst of, or to start a new story. Maybe you would want to hear about his thoughts on a book, or request he talk about anything. It didn't matter to him, just as long as you were relaxed. Clinging onto his words more than consciousness was a gift you weren't even aware you were giving him. He relished these moments, committing them to his memory.

©heyitsme1040 If you find this post on any platform under a username different than heyitsme1040 it is not their work.

[in1-nutshell]

Hi is been a while since I requested can you do lost light Fort max has a son that is weak and gets really sick really easily

I hope you have a nice day

Mid way through writing I realized I didn't know which Buddy you wanted, so this is going to be Human Buddy.

If this is not what you want, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Fortress Maximus with a human son who gets sick easily

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight Angst, Human reader

IDW

Fortress Maximus officially became Buddy’s Guardian when his parents had passed away on a mission.

According to the will, they had left Buddy in the care of Fortress Maximus, their dear friend and companion.

Max took on the duty full-heartedly.

It did take a while for him and Buddy to officially get used to the new normal.

With his night terrors and with Buddy’s physical state.

Yes, the bot did know about the child’s health before he became his guardian.

He felt appalled to hear how many Earth parents would abandon their kids in the times they need them the most.

Now, because of Buddy’s physical state, he is not allowed to walk on the floor.

It’s too much of a risk.

Instead, if he wants to try walking (with supervision) there are catwalks around.

If not, then Fort Max is just going to pick him up and keep him in his servo.

Red Alert has babyproofed and updated all the guard railings with the arrival of Buddy.

Cerebros helps Fort Max understand what he needs to do with Buddy’s medications or physical therapy.

Holoforms become a necessity with Buddy.

While being hugged by a giant robot is awesome, it’s not the same as getting a hug from a human.

It also helps with any massages on any strained muscle.

Prowl does come by every now and then to check how things are with Buddy and Fort Max.

Has Fortress Maximus found Prowl giving a digit massage to Buddy’s back when he complained about the pain?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Rung is happy to see how far Fort Max has come since they last met on the Lost Light.

Buddy sometimes joins in on the calls happy to see Uncle Rung again.

Fort Max: “All right time for bed.” Buddy with sleepy eyes: “I can *yawn* stay up a little longer.”

Fort Max chuckles a bit as he gently plucks the boy up and gently places him back in bed.

Fort Max: “Maybe another time we try and stay up later. Now rest.”

Fort Max turns on the little stary night light and turns to the door.

Buddy: “Max? Do you think I’ll be strong like you one day?” The bot stops and turns to his boy. Fort Max: “Sure kid and I bet you’ll grow even strong.” Buddy: “… Do you really think I’ll get better?”

Fort Max comes back into the room and takes a seat by the berth and gently places one of his digits and gently wipes the falling tear from his face.

Fort Max: “You are going to get better. You will get better. You’re a fighter Buddy, stubborn like—” Buddy: “Like Uncle Prowl?”

Fort Max holds the wince at the words ‘Uncle’ and ‘Prowl’ for Buddy’s sake.

Fort Max: “Sure kiddo.”

Buddy seems happy with that.

Buddy: “When can Uncle Prowl come back?” Fort Max: “Whenever he has time kiddo, now bed time.” Buddy: “Can you stay until I fall asleep?”

Fort Max leaves his digit by Buddy’s side. The little boy turns and hugs the digit the best he can and slowly begins closing his eyes.

Buddy: “Mmm… Love you Dad…” Fort Max smiles warmly at his son: “Night… my son.”

[tvhsleb3ww]

A LIFETIME BLESSING — ISSEI MATSUKAWA

tw : mentions of the deceased, funeral, pda, allergic reaction

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matsukawa issei never thought he'd find the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. he always thought he was destined to be alone and he really doesn't like to socialise with women that much.

some might say he's a nonchalant robot who doesn't care about others unless they are important to him, some might say he's a wild fuckboy who hooks up with a lot of women. but in reality— both aren't true. (or at least he thinks so)

to summarize, he doesn't think he's a loverboy at heart and no woman would make him lovestruck.

yet here he was.

it was the wee hours of the morning, around 6am or so. he can be a lot of things but an early bird is not him. bonus points, he's a heavy sleeper too. so, it'd take him a long time to wake up.

he has a busy day arriving. a newly delivered deceased had arrived at the funeral home yesterday evening and today is the day of the funeral. his boss wouldn't want him to slack off and actually arrange the funeral properly.

a ringing sound broke the tranquility of your shared bedroom. it must be your alarm. he groans lightly as his eyes started to flutter open, it's always your alarm that wakes him up with a sour mood.

he sighed and sat up on the bed, careful not to wake you up. he had one hand behind your head so you could stay rested on his chest while he deals with your phone.

before he could press the button— you had fluttered your eyes open. you brought your hands to your eyes to rub the sleepiness away. "mmh— issei?" you mumbled followed by a yawn.

he huffs as the alarm stopped ringing before joining to lie down beside you. he leaned down a little to press a kiss on your forehead. his fingers gently stroke your cheek. "m' sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you up" he murmured against your skin.

but something wasn't right. when he attached his lips onto your skin, he felt like his lips were burning. it couldn't be that he had an allergic reaction, right? that doesn't make sense. he really shouldn't have slept during biology class back in high school.

his fingers that were stroking your cheek also felt hot. then, he moved his hands to feel the rest of your skin. your whole body was burning!

he pulled away slightly to take a good look at you.

"baby, are you having a fever?" he asks gently, his eyebrows furrowed together. a small cough escapes pass your lips. that was enough proof to let him know that you are in fact— sick.

in a flash, he gently gets out of bed— making you confused. "issei?" you called out, where is he going? he walks to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

"i'm gonna take some pills and make you breakfast, okay? just lie down and rest your pretty head" he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

despite his usual affection, you can't help but to let the blood rush in your cheeks. not just because of the fever.

"thank you, 'sei" you mumbled as he smiles against your skin.

the next thing he knew— he had to call his boss to let him know about his absence today. yeah, he didn't like hearing the old man's nagging first thing in the morning but on the plus side, he gets to take care of you.

and it was so worth it when he got sick the day after. now, it's your turn to take care of him!

(sorry for the disappearance, ive been busy)

[harunade]

imagine you’re having a silly little sleep over with gyuvin for your anniversary and it ends with him fingering you and eating you out under your blankets 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[ 🎀 anon ]

GIRL I HAD TO PHYSICALLY PUT MY PHONE DOWN AT THE THOUGHT OF THIS…. also this bed selca is the best thing that i have ever seen pls imagine this as youre readinf !..!!?’m

“Are you tired yet?” Gyuvin asked you as you snuggled into his arms. He had invited you for a sleepover as it was almosr your one year aniversary. Unfortunately for him, you were trying to fix your sleeping schedule and were already sleepy. “a little”you mumbled, trying to keep your eyes on the movie in front of you. The both of you were in his king sized bed, covered in a thick warm blanket and cuddled up, so how could you not fall asleep?

Gyuvin kept quiet for a moment before lifting himself up with his elbows. “Let me help you stay awake” he smiled at. “tell me when to stop” you nodded and gave him a confused look. Right after, his lips connected with your, in a rushed kiss. He didn’t even give you time to process what was going on as his tongue slipped in your mouth, moaning at the taste of candy the two of you munched on earlier. One of his big hands went down to your shorts, rubbing your heat through them and your panties. Being caught off guard, you moaned out at the feeling of your clit being rubbed. “Would you like to proceed, my dear y/n” the boy above you said in a robot-like joking tone, which made you laugh and smack his arm. “shut up, loser. eat me out or i’ll fall asleep” you joked back, but Gyuvin took it as a sign to go under the covers.

You were thankful he couldn’t see you, as you were blushing and squirming at the anticipation. You felt soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly creeping up to your cunt. you discarded of your short in an instant, and your boyfriend started licking you through your panties. Your mind was too fogged to keep quiet, so you just moaned out loudly. He didn’t mind, though. As he finally got rid of your last piece of clothing, two of his fingers rubbed up and down your folds, collecting your slick before pushing into you. His fingers were so long and thin, that he started thrusting in your sweet spot on his 3rd try. One of your hands sneaked down to his hair and his lips attached to your clit. “Fuck- Gyuvin..” you weren’t sure if he could even hear you, but he knew you enjoyed it by the way you were thrusting your hips up in his face.

As he felt you clench around his now 3 fingers, he knew you were close. Therefore, he removed them, hearing a loud groan from you, but quickly started shoving his tongue into your hole. He moaned at the taste of you he dearly loved, and continued thrusting in at a rapid rough pace until his mouth got filled with your cum. he made sure to clean you up nicely, savouring the very last drop of you.

When he got up again, his face was red from the warmth. “still sleepy?” he titled his head giving you a smile, but you could only focus on the wetness around his mouth. You pulled him into a kiss, moaning at the taste of your own releases on his tongue. “thank you, pup” you told him as you pecked his lips once more.

As if you thought the same thing, you both turned at the clock on the wall. it read 00:02 . “happy anniversary, baby. we can sleep now” Gyuvin told you before placing his head on your chest, hugging your waist. Before you could respond, you heard soft snores from him. cutie

[wilderness-of-thoughts]

Before:

"kill me..." Gojo was now moaning in his pink pajamas on the fluffy pillow you had prepared for him on the couch. Good thing most of the doll clothes fit him.

"With great pleasure. So, hemlock, arsenic, or maybe we should go classic and I'll slit your throat?" You asked, searching the cupboard for something that would serve as a blanket.

"Yhhhhh y/n! This day is the worst! I'm little and I had to bathe in a pot! And now I'm wearing half-plastic Barbie pajamas. I'm suffering here! Hey! Look how bad I feel!" he had been complaining for some time now. You looked at him, lying on your biggest, favorite pillow, fresh, clean, maybe not yet full but you'll fix that in the morning. Drama Queen is not enough. Gojo is the Emperor of Dramas.

"Yes, yes, you have it the worst. Right. My poor little Satoru Gojo. Be glad that I am the only one to witness your despair." saying this you put a piece of cloth on him so that he could cover himself with something at night.

Your eyes were closing by themselves, so with the last of your strength you started to walk towards your bedroom. After a short "good night" - to which you received no answer - you went to sleep, tapping your face against your beloved teddy bear. Maybe it was childish, but you lived alone and you didn't have to explain your strangeness to anyone.

Gojo couldn't sleep at that time. Insomnia was one of the silent curses that even the Chosen One suffered from. He knew there was no point in complaining since no one was listening to him, he wasn't able to go to the temple himself. Well, he was able to, but he doubted he would find anything new there. So he had to wait for you. Condemned to the functioning of your body. He even thought you weren't taking it seriously, but he knew that it's not true.

And it's not like he didn't appreciate it. But no one ever taught him to thank you for anything. Especially since part of your job was to serve him.... I mean, help him. It's like thanking a store clerk for being so kind as to stand behind the cash register. That was his reasoning. Why should he thank you for doing what is your duty?

Insomnia.

Campaigning in the tap was hellish torture. The rustle of curtains moved by a slight draft aroused in him the desire to kill. At his apartament he had a blindfold and earplugs and lavender oils, and at a critical moment even sleeping pills. Sleep for the Strongest is a luxury.

You were already snoring.

Another incentive to go on a killing spree.

You snored.

Insomnia.

Drip drip.

You snored.

Drip drip.

You snored.

Drip drip.

FUCK!

Not even half an hour of this torture had passed and Satoru had enough. He was tossing and turning on his pillow, cursing the universe under his breath for existing. After another few hours, which in reality were minutes, he stood up with a bang and sighed loudly through his nose. He had enough.

He didn't know what to do, but he knew he had enough.

You were woken from your sleep by a quiet murmur, then a bang, and then another murmur. You frowned, slowly lifting your eyelids. You were still sleepy.

"mmmyh-oru? What are you doing?" You asked, barely conscious as you saw the small figure of your superior standing on your bed. Only his eyes stared at you with intensity.

"Nothing. I can't sleep." He replied dryly, like a robot. You yawned and smiled slightly. Sighing heavily, you leaned out to grab a small speaker from the desk.

"I listen to this when I can't sleep" you said turning on speaker. You put the speaker above your head and fell face down on the pillow already returning to the arms of Morpheus. Gojo watched in surprise and waited until someone's low, soft voice, masculine, velvety and clear, came from the speaker. It wasn't an audiobook or a song. It was an asmr affirmation. The voice spoke only praise. How brave you are, how great you are at handling everything, how proud he is of you. The voice said that it knew how hard it was for you and that it admired you for still managing.

Gojo wanted to laugh. A sour laugh twisted his lips and his eyes of contempt landed on you. You're so weak that you're lulled to sleep by praise from a random guy who doesn't really know what you're going through, doesn't know you, and talks nonsense. And yet, his eyes were not deceiving. He looked at you smiling wonderfully sweetly, as a light blush appeared on your cheeks, and your facial expression calmed down. You sighed quietly in your sleep.

Gojo didn't understand. He turned off the speaker and threw it off the bed. He still couldn't sleep and the new discovery about you only made the blood in his veins sicker. Maybe he was wrong to call you? Why did You need to listen to this random anyway. Gojo's voice was much nicer. If you asked him, he would record something like this for you. A lullaby for you. And then he understood. He wouldn't do that if he found out he'd probably laugh at you for months. And Gojo sat on your bed, staring at you intensely, no trace of contempt in his gaze. He watched you with consternation. Why did he want to record something like that for you? Why did he feel sad and... Angry when he realized he wouldn't do it? Why do you even need it to sleep? Why is he thinking about this?

He pinched his cheek. He's going crazy. Still, he didn't get off your bed. He involuntarily curled up next to your pillow, he could smell your shampoo, your quiet snoring no longer annoyed him. It calmed him down. And before he knew it, he fell asleep. It turned out that his lullaby was the sound of your breathing that he focused on.

Morning came too soon, but Gojo hadn't slept this long in a long time. When he got up, you weren't in bed anymore.

"Gojo! Did you destroy my Tap!?" Oh... Fuck.

[rabbitblackx]

hi! omg i love your blog! can i request something cute with ben drowned? maybe the reader has a nightmare and is scared to fall back to sleep. or is paranoid at night? thank you <33

Thank u that’s so sweet!! <33

BEN Drowned when Reader has a nightmare

No matter how far you ran or how well you hid, whatever it was that was chasing you always caught up. Frustrated tears threatened to spill as you sprinted down a dim hallway. Just as you thought you were finally far enough from this monster, you could hear it creeping up behind you. You whipped around and tried to scream, but it was cut short when long, sharp claws sliced into your belly

You noisily gasped for air as you shot up from bed, beads of sweat forming along your forehead. Your heart was pounding through your top, where you then shakily clutched it through the fabric

What a dumb nightmare… still scared the hell outta you though. You just hoped nobody heard your rather dramatic awakening…

You wiped the cold tears from your cheeks as you slowly began to calm down. Lucky for you, you didn’t awaken or alert anyone within the large mansion. Well, all but a certain demonic creature that slept within your computer

You then had a second fright that night. You jumped in surprise when your computer from across the room suddenly lit up. Much like a horror movie you once saw, harmless water began to pour out from the screen and along your desk, where it then drizzled to the floor

“BEN?” You whisper yelled. BEN Drowned appeared within the screen, glowing eyes staring curiously at you in the dark. “What’re you doing in there?” You asked

BEN climbed through the computer, hoisting himself out and setting his feet onto the floor. A puddle of water was forming around him, but you would scold him for that in the morning

“I heard you gasp. Are you okay?” BEN whispered

His red eyes squinted subtly when he noticed the faint streaks of tears running down your cheeks

“Oh,” you chuckled nervously. “I had a nightmare.” You waved it off like you weren’t still spooked by it or anything

BEN didn’t look convinced

You shook your head slightly, gazing upon him through teary, sleepy eyes. “It’s dumb.” You whispered with a sad smile

BEN felt stiff and awkward. Probably didn’t help that he was dripping all over your nice floor either. Something in him felt a bit pitiful at the glum features on your face, with your breathing still a little quicker than normal also

A loud silence fell upon you two. You adverted your eyes, an embarrassed blush creeping up your neck. Just when BEN thought he was absolutely useless in comforting you, an idea sprung into his head

“Wait here.” He uttered quietly

You watched in confusion as BEN vaulted himself back into your computer screen. He was only in there for a few moments, before popping his head back out with a mischievous grin. His smile was contagious, because one was forming on your own face too

BEN disappeared within the screen one more time, and you only grew more curious. What was this silly boy doing?

BEN finally climbed fully out of the computer again, holding something behind his back. Before you could ask, he pulled the strange object out from behind and out for you. Your eyes lit up in excitement and wonder

This was no mere object. What BEN held out for you was a cute little character from one of Sally’s video games. It was a pink, robotic dog made from glowing pixels. BEN stole it straight from the game’s code, just to comfort you. You let out a happy little gasp when the fake dog barked gleefully, wagging its tail impossibly fast

“BEN!” You squealed in a hushed tone. The pixelated creature leaped from BEN’s arms and into your own, licking you with its glitchy tongue. “Are you kidding me?” You laughed breathily. “This is freaking awesome!”

BEN smiled, glad you liked it. “He’s gonna have to go back into the game later. Sally would kill me if she saw he wasn’t there anymore.” He explained. “But he can stay with you for the night. He’ll keep the nightmares away.”

The pink dog curled up into your lap, closing its sparkly eyes as it drifted off into a fake sleep. BEN stood by the side of your bed, peering down at the video game creature proudly

When he least expected it, you leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to his bloody cheek. BEN’s creepy eyes grew wide as a blush spread across his young features

“Thank you, BEN. You’re a sweetheart.”

[banes-favourite]

You have mentioned regressed Gortash before… tell me more… all your thoughts 👀

Ok so since this man never got to have a childhood, he would love nothing more than to let his guard down and get to be a child again. I think Durge would be a great CG tbh

- I think he'd regress to the age of 5-6. It was a relatively safe time for him before he got sold.

- He'd have trouble bringing this up with Durge but they love each other and he's willing to try it if it truly helps Gortash with his mental health. And he's damn good at it actually, he'd make an excellent dad.

- Little Gort just wants a hug. Seriously. He asks to be picked up and held all the time and cannot go to sleep without being in Durge's lap or arms. It's also the only way to get him to stop crying

- He speaks. so. much. This man never stops yapping but my god, being in the mindset of a kid? Feeling comfortable sharing his thoughts? Mans doesn't shut up and if you let him, he will infodump for hours

- Durge gives him crayons and papers to pass the time and little Gort draws soo many robots. Sometimes he draws demons and devils as a way to feel better and Durge rips them up behind his back cause he really doesn't need to be remembering those times

- He's a relatively calm kid, despite everything. He eats when and what he's told, dresses himself no problem, doesn't speak unless invited to, listens to authority figures, puts his toys away. But bedtime. my god. you do not want to be around for his bedtime. Durge needs to wrestle him into the bed and even then, he always slips away, saying he's not sleepy. HE'S NEVER SLEEPY. Durge has thought seriously about putting alcohol in his milk to get him to sleep for once.

- He has so many toy robots. He loves to take them apart and put them back together but most of the time he's just playing pretend with them

[sorrowfulrosebud]

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: Yandere Frost Headcannons

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: Yandere

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Yandere content, take that as you will, mentions of murder and beheading, forced amputation, mentions of pneumonia, abuse (physical and verbal), isolation, punishments

༒ Frost is a… tricky yandere to deal with.

༒ She isn’t necessarily the nicest yandere, very cold (haha funny joke) and unaccommodating to her darling.

༒ She is desperate to be the centre of her darling’s attention, and will slowly remove “distractions” from their prison until she is the only thing they get to interact with.

༒ She is not above hurting her darling with her powers in order to get them to behave. Frost often forgets that they’re human, not a cryokinetic cyborg so you better stock up on cold and flu tablets.

༒ Due to her backstory and her need to be the best, she goes out of her way to bring her darling things she thinks they need, but throws tantrums when they don’t like it or new clothes don’t fit. It’s difficult enough surviving in the Netherrealm as a cyborg, so she struggles trying to keep you alive.

༒ You have to obey her every command if you want to keep your limbs. Her demanding nature requires you to obey her in order for her to feel powerful and respected, so unless you want pneumonia and a frozen leg you better listen.

༒ She DOES love you very much, but she has immense trouble demonstrating it. Her only real love language is acts of service since it doesn’t require her saying “I love you”. Any attempt to compliment you ends in insults if you look uncomfortable or stare at her weirdly.

༒ Very very easy to trigger. If you do or say something that irritates her, she will let it be known.

༒ It’s jarring being her captive. One day she can be slightly relaxed, sitting in the same room as you and staring at you (hey, I never said she was lovey-dovey or aware of social cues), or angrily yelling if you roll your eyes at you.

༒ She is a very commanding yandere. Frost doesn’t care that you had a life before her or that you want to go back home. In fact, she’s more likely to behead any of your loved ones as a statement of ownership and keep the head in your icy prison.

༒ Frost would 10000% freeze your legs off and get Kronika to create you robotic legs that she can create, but that’s only if you do something so unforgivable such as trying to escape.

“(Y/N) YOU LITTLE BITCH! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW IF YOU WANT TO FUCKING LIVE!” Frost screamed as she chased you, trying to find you so she could rain hell down on you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, short panicked breaths turning into white puffs in the crisp frozen air. You had managed to escape the cuffs, but panicked when you heard Frost’s heavy metal legs cross the threshold.

Your eyes flitted across the Lin Kuei cottage, locking onto a window. Frost was growing more and more angry, her powers freezing nearly everything. You ran, opening the window…

Only to yelp in pure pain as your bottom half was stuck in the cottage. You whimpered in pain and fear, wriggling and yelling for help as the other Lin Kuei members just went about their lives.

“You stupid fucking bastard. You thought you could run away from me?! You better say your fucking prayers, because by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for mercy!” She screamed.

You ended up passing out from the pain, only to wake up a few hours later.

Everything stung, but you were dowsed in sleepiness. Frost enters the room, causing you to freak out. Heavy metallic clanging made you look at your wrists. Both were encased in thick metal cuffs. Your heart was pounding, scared to death of Frost and her wrath.

She seems unbothered as you struggle, only throwing you a glare which makes you tearfully simmer down.

“You tried to escape.” She says bluntly, standing near the bed you were chained to. You began to stammer out excuses, before shutting up as Frost punches the wall near your face.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP. You tried running, now look at the consequences.” She snarls lowly as she rips back the sheets.

Instead of your legs, you were greeted with…

Nothing. From below the stump of your thighs, your knees were completely gone. No calves, no feet, no toes. No way out.

Bile rises in your throat as you begin sobbing uncontrollably. Frost just looks on in slight discomfort. She clears her throat.

“You knew the rules, and you broke them. Kronika is creating a new pair of legs that match mine and that will be under my control. Use this lesson wisely,” she reprimands. You barely heard her through your panic attack, turning your head to vomit.

Frost only looks on in disgust, only feeling slightly guilty. She wanted you to love her and worship her the way she does you, but you couldn’t do that. Now,

You have no choice.

[tobythesudriantram]

Learning with Mingle and Friends: Neighbors Part 2: Hammer and Tail

Last time on Learning with Mingle and Friends...

???: Uhm... Four...? Did I come in... TWO early...?

??? #2: Heheh...

...And now, part two!

*Standing in the doorway are two more new friends… One with a red scarf and cat ears and the other one looking relatively human like compared to his number shaped pals. They walk in and sit with Mingle and her friends*

Fourbot: ...Actually, no, you two arrived pretty late actually...

X Sans: Tony! Did you remember my socks? PLEASE TELL ME YOU REMEMBERED MY SOCKS! PLEEEEEEASE! *X Sans tightly hugs onto the tall ginger mechanic guy-*

Tony: Jeez, dude, chill... Of course I didn't forget them.

X Sans: EEEEEEE, THANK YOU! *X hugs him even tighter-*

Tony: ...SWEET CRISPIES, X, CHILL OUT!-

Mingle: ...Four? Who are these guys...?

Fourbot: Oh, they're just our friends... The green one is Two Undyne.

Two Undyne: That's me! *They wave happily.*

Fourbot: ...Guy in the overalls is Tony. He helps us out with various mechanical problems...

Tony: Hey, what's up?

Mingle: ...Hey, you guys are kinda similar to us, actually!

Fourbot: Really?

Mingle: Yeah! You are kinda like a leader like me... Tony's kinda like Donk in that he's tall yet clumsy... Two is kinda similar to Dingle considering they both seem pretty excitable and good-mooded... And X is kinda similar to Boyfriend in that they're both small yet energetic!

X Sans: ...You know, now that I think about it, you are kinda right!

Two Undyne: Hah! Heck yeah i'm good-mooded!

Tony: Does your gang have a little helper too?

Mingle: A what now...?

*Tony takes out a small metal whistle and blows into it, causing a small orange robot with one wheel to quickly move inside and stop next to him.*

Tony: ...This is TIN-E. I ended up making him out of some spare parts I had laying around in my toolbox. TIN-E, Protocol 68.

*The little robot quickly moves up to Mingle before extending it's small hand and lightly waving it in a stiff yet oddly friendly way.*

*Mingle, in order to not seem mean, waves back...*

Tony: You think that's cool? You should honestly see some of my other creations.

Mingle: Really? You've got more?

Tony: Yeah. I can show you some of them in a few days if you want me to...

Dingle: Awww, in a few days? But I wanna see them nowwwww!

Tony: Don't worry, I'll show 'em all off to you when they're ready. Slow 'n steady wins the race after all.

Mingle: That's okay! We can wait!

Tony: Alright, great. TIN-E, Protocol 2157!

*TIN-E's eyes flicker lightly, seemingly merging into one rectangular digital display that shows the current time: 8:33 PM.*

Mingle: Oh! Seems like it's getting pretty late... Should we go home?

Donk: Yeah... I'm getting a bit sleepy...

Mingle: Alright... It was nice meeting you guys! See you soon! *Mingle and her friends walk out of their new friends' house, waving goodbye...*

*The next day...*

*Mingle is still sleeping since it's pretty early. However, she's suddenly woken up by a loud whirring sound...*

Mingle: WAH!- *She falls out of her bed, getting up and feeling her way around her dark bedroom, trying to find the light switch. Once she finds it, she figures out that the sound's coming from the outside...*

*She sees that a large purple robot is driving across her front lawn, making a ton of noise, with Tony standing behind the fence separating his and Mingle's lawns, seemingly steering the robot with some kind of remote control doohickey.*

*Mingle opens her window.* Mingle: Hey! What are you doing up this early?

Tony: Huh? *He briefly turns off his robot.* What?

Mingle: I was asking what you are doing up this early?

Tony: Oh, I just wanted to do something nice 'n get your grass trimmed! I'd always do that kinda thing for my old neighbors!

Mingle: Oh... Well, thank you, but can you please be a bit more quiet? We can't sleep if you're making this much noise!

Tony: Oh. My mistake! Sorry! *Tony fiddles around with the robot's remote control a bit, causing it to start moving much slower, but quieter.* Aight, g'night!

Mingle: Thank you! Night! *Mingle closes her window and goes back to bed...*

*A few hours later, morning arrives...*

*Mingle gets up out of bed and walks off to the kitchen to get herself some food... However, what she ends up finding is a lobster roll on the kitchen counter along with the note... She picks it up and reads it out...*

Mingle: "Sorry about today's morning situation. I hope this makes up for it. T-Ball"... Hm.

*Dingle and Donk walk out of their room.*

Dingle: Hey Mingle!

Donk: Anyone else heard that weird noise outside earlier today...? Or was that just my tummy rumbling...?

Mingle: No, don't worry, I heard it too. It was just our new neighbors...

Dingle: What happened...?

Mingle: Oh, nothing to worry about...

*A few hours later, Mingle and her friends are ready for the day... They come outside to play, only to hear some racket from the other side of the fence.*

Mingle: Hm? What's that sound?

Boyfriend: beebop...?

*The four of them walk over to their neighbors' house and knock on the door.*

*Tony ends up opening the door, with some kind of odd metallic hat on his head...*

Tony: ...Yo, what's up... You found the-

Mingle: Hey, what's that on your head...?

Tony: Oh, just a lil' thing I whipped up out of some spare parts... *Yawn* It does my hair for me...

Mingle: Really?

Tony: Yeah, i've got a few more of them if you wanna use 'em... Come on in. *He invites them inside. Mingle and her friends end up coming inside to see what kind of stuff is there.*

*Tony leads them into the living room, where Fourbot, X Sans and Two Undyne are already on the couch watching cartoons on TV, with TIN-E wheeling around the room, passing each one of them small cups of juice.*

Mingle: Wow... *She can't help but catch a glimpse of the other rooms, seeing various mechanical things in them.* Did you really make all this yourself...?

Tony: What, surprised? C'mon, it's not like it's rocket science or anything... *He sits down on the couch on the far left next to X Sans.* Go ahead, take a seat.

Donk: But there's no room! We won't f-

Tony: Large Charge - Protocol 99.

*The big purple robot pulls a lever situated near the couch, causing it to double up in size... Complete with a few cup holders popping out.*

Tony: ...You were saying?

Donk: ...Nevermind. *Mingle and her friends sit down on the couch...*

Mingle: How did you build all this anyway...? In just a single day too?

Tony: Ehhhh... Not to brag, but my parents were pretty skilled racecar drivers who did a ton of engineering on the side to make a few extra pennies. Too bad they're not with the rest of the family anymore...

Mingle: ...Oh... I'm... Really sorry for your-

Tony: Oh, nononono, I should've worded it a bit better - They moved out to Europe! Apparently they're participating in some kind of world-wide racing tournament...

Mingle: ...Oh, my bad!

Donk: ...You know, this is cool and all... But what else does this house have to offer...?

Tony: I'm glad you asked. Here, lemme show you...

*What follows is a montage of Tony showing off various fun things around the house. These include the automatic hair-doer he used earlier (Comes with 427 different hairstyle presets), a smart toaster (he made it after being inspired by a certain Nutflex show he enjoys watching), a fully automated electric toothbrush (you just stick it in your mouth and it does all the brushing for you), a shoe-tying robot (he uses it whenever he has to wear non-velcro shoes since he doesn't know how to tie shoelaces himself) and way, way, way more.*

*By the end of it all, Mingle and her friends are pretty winded from all that fun... The four of them flop down onto the Neighbors' couch, with Dingle, Donk and Boyfriend falling asleep near immediately...*

Mingle: "Phew... That was quite a lot of stuff..."

Tony: "A lot? Pshhh... That's just the tip of the iceberg, trust me."

Mingle: "Gee, you must really like this mechanical work?"

Tony: "Trust me - If it exists, I will find a way to stylize and automate it."

Mingle: "Heh..." *She looks over at Fourbot, X Sans and Two Undyne.* "Don't worry, you guys are awesome too!"

Fourbot: "Aww, thanks..."

*Tony sits down on the couch next to Mingle, smiling lightly.*

Tony: Heh, I know what this calls for. Large Charge, Protocol 47HW411!

*The big purple robot pulls a lever on the other end of the couch, triggering the closing iris and ending the episode.*

Credits:

@friendlyfox34 - The OG Mingle and Friends stories, along with Fourbot, Two Undyne and X Sans

Cary Kaiming Huang - The original Four and X

BBC/Cbeebies - Inspiration behind TIN-E and Large Charge (Who are modelled after Big and Small)

And, of course, me! - For making this real.

[fillinforlater]

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 10: A Train to Drain

Male Reader x Kwon Nayeon (Nana), Nicha Yontararak (Minnie), Lee Chaeyoung (Isa), Kang Mina, Kim Yeonhee, Jung Chaeyeon, Im Yoona (ft. Kim Yerim, Choi Yena, Miyawaki Sakura)

Length: 6066 words

Tags: 8some, exhibitionism, post-sex, danger lol, aphrodisiac, possibly drunk sex, making out, kissing, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, no gag reflex, cum swallowing, snow balling I guess, sharing is caring <3, undressing, bend-over, daddy kink, hard sex, voyeurism, lingerie, hairy, cumming inside, breeding kink maybe, mommy kink, sweet sex, fingering, titjob, titsplay, very rough sex, degrading language, braids as handles, cum everywhere lmao, missionary, lesbian play, butt-plug, cursing, squirting, femdom, femsub, female mommy kink, clit play, forced sex maybe, hair pulling, female orgasms en mass, anal, stand and carry (with help), fainting, too much sex, too many tags, I probably forgot like ten   

TW: a little bit of drugs (aphrodisiac), and exhibitionism and little degradation, also polygamy lmao

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. What would I do without you? Thank you, as always!

(A/N: Yes, this is an 8some. Seven idols of seven groups I haven’t written yet. This is also the setup for the season finale! Enjoy!)

“Attention, everyone! Head to your sleeping quarters or headquarter immediately! This is an order. Those that will not arrive at their respective quarters within fifteen minutes will be punished severely. Achtung an alle—”

The roaring siren wakes you up. It lasts only for about ten seconds, before Helper’s robotic, threatening voice interjects. In multiple languages he repeats the warning—at least, it’s what you assume in your half-sleepy, half-exhausted state.

Yeri is the little spoon to your big spoon. Except for her beautiful legs and feet, she is covered by a yellow blanket. Your flaccid dick rests on her firm ass cheeks, enjoying their smoothness after long sessions of usage. The two of you made a mess underneath the blanket, and by removing it, it's revealed. 

“Yeri, get up. This sounds serious.”

“Five more minutes,” she says, a few wrinkles appearing on her forehead.

“Stop joking, we have no time for this shit!”

You jump up and take the blanket with you. Yeri mewls and squirms on the bed in need of the cozy object. Just like you, she is completely naked, but unlike you, she is not scrambling to get all of her clothes back on.

“Why are you in such a hurry? What are they going to do, kill us?”

“Uhm, yeah? Maybe they are doing this as an experiment? A test, to find those that are disobedient and execute the—where the fuck is my shirt?”

It’s seemingly nowhere. No matter how thoroughly your eyes scan the room, you cannot find it. You don’t even remember where Yeri tore the garment off your torso. In front of the large mirror? At the end of the creaking bed? Behind that shaky stool? Even after scanning them two times, three times, you’re still shirtless.

“Aw~ Are you looking for this?” Yeri asks in a playful voice. She leans backwards and makes a show out of pulling the striped shirt from in between her legs. 

“Do you still want to wear this? Look—”

She points at streaks of glassy, white liquid at the hem of the shirt.

“—that’s yours! Oh, and this—”

Yeri points at large stains of wetness all over the blue and white fabric.

“—is mine. Damn, it smells nice—”

With a scoff you tear it from her hands. The piece of clothing feels unusable. Yeri giggles and stretches her limbs across the equally unusable bed—if you were able to sleep in this, you might as well put the shirt on. It might save you a lot of trouble after all.

“Hello! Oh my, am I interrupting something?”

A distinctive, ecstatic voice booms over the monotonous repetition of the speaker. Yena���s smile is distinctive, equally happy and sly, as she slowly walks towards you. You flail backwards, before narrowing your eyes. Embarrassment and anger rise in your head for just a moment, but then you resign yourself to utter confusion.

“Ah, fuck it!” you shout out and sink into the chair on which you pounded Yeri, “I give up, do whatever you want, I—"

"Nice, next round?" Yeri asks. Seductively, she spreads her legs and uses her fingers to show off her folds. Despite the exhibitionistic behavior, both Yeri and Yean do not pay attention to one another. The latter is much more focused on getting information across to you.

"You two will have to wait for that. We have to win before that."

You roll your eyes. Yena's words leave you utterly lost in their mysteriousness. She sounds like an edgy teenager in their rebellious phase and you have no time for it. In only a couple of minutes, you might be in big trouble.

"Yena, I'll go now. This is too stupid for me."

"They won't come. They won't do anything to you, they can't."

"What the fuck? Explain! You sound like a conspiracy theorist or some moron—"

Yena raises her fist. A sparkle of determination and joy shines in her eyes. Her appearance is cute yet her behavior is still as vague as one can be.

"Okay, I'll give you a very brief, unsatisfactory explanation now. If you follow through, I'll give you a ten hour lecture about—literally everything you want."

"Really, now? Fuck you, Yena, you’re so annoying. Is it that hard to tell me—"

A moan in the background interrupts your one-sided fight with Yena. Yeri starts to masturbate by rubbing her clit in gradual circles. Yeah, this was to be expected of her. Somehow, she is not yet satisfied, even after hours of sex. 

"One more video—"

Yena's voice is suddenly deep and honest. A weird, unfitting change with Yeri's moans and the wet sounds of her pussy in the background, but with every passing second, things seem to make less and less sense.

"One more video and we will be free from them. Make the craziest fuck session ever and they will all disappear."

#

"Your drinks, ladies."

With elegant steps and a swing of your hips, you glide through the delighted crowd towards the full table in this crowded bar. The tone of your voice is not as elegant. It's been an hectic evening after all. Dozens of customers want to be served and your colleagues are eager to do their bare minimum for some reason. Would've been nice if they at least increased their speed by a factor of 1.2, but no, they still move at a snail's pace.

A cynical person might call the table you're serving a 'consolation prize'. Sure, the seven women order drink after drink and put you under severe pressure, but they all look absolutely stunning. Beautiful girl after beautiful girl, all very distinct, with their own style, yet their synergy is immaculate. They laugh, bicker and raise glasses with no end in sight.

"Hey, Mina! That's mine—stop!" Chaeyeon complains.

"Chill, you can have a sip of mine too," Yeonhee interrupts the arising argument.

While you place down the next round of drinks, your eyes scan the seven faces quickly. Should I go for it and ask for her number? Ah, no, they all look too rich or out of your league to tell you. It's no use, and work is still going to keep you occupied for a couple of hours.

"You two, always sticking tongues in the same thing…" Nicha’s witty response finds a quick counter by Chaeyeon.

"Nicha, you too kissed guys who had girlfriends before, so—"

"That's totally different!"

"Uhm, hey. I'd like to order an, uhm."

Oh, this one is directed at you. The quietest girl looks at you with her puppy eyes. She is adorable, but her extremely expensive outfit forces you to throw out every fantasy of ever asking her out.

"Ah, yes. What can I get for you?" you eventually respond with a shy smile.

"Nana, do you really think you can take another?" Yoona, the oldest, says worriedly. 

"Yes!” Nana oozes confidence, “I want the, what's it called, oh yes! Limoncello Martini, with extra lemon juice, please."

"Sure, thing," you say. To your surprise, the background noise gets louder as the seven beauties fall quiet. Fourteen eyes in different sizes and colors fly open wide. A feeling of uncomfortableness creeps up your spine and you quickly leave the table. 

That was creepy. Ah, whatever. Probably just an inside joke. 

A cocktail here, a beer there, a bowl of peanuts to the back. Water, vodka, wine, cola, then a tequila-filled glass hits the floor. A lot can happen in ten minutes, but eventually the Limoncello Martini reaches Nana. Its strong lemon smell reaches your nose and you can't help but to grimace at the acidity. Her friends are caught up in an excited chatter that quiets down when you arrive.

"The Limoncello, extra lemon, for you."

"Thank you very much~" Nana responds with a bright smile. Her eyes show signs of the alcohol taking its well-known effect: unfocused, slightly dizzy, yet just as sparkling as when she first entered the bar. Why shouldn’t this be the perfect time to ask h—

“Give me some too!”

“Hey, Yeonhee, stop! Order your own drink!”

“Give me money then.”

“You have your own money!”

“Stop fighting, you two.”

A calm, confident voice interrupts the two girls before they can spill the drink. Yeonhee, a blonde girl with pure features and cute lips that now furrow to a pout, leaves the cocktail glass alone and Nana immediately dives in to take a sip. The muscles on her cheeks and forehead contort as the boozy liquid finds its way down her throat. You chuckle.

“I thought so. I never saw someone order extra lemon. Is it too sour? Can I get you a new one?”

“No,” Nana whispers while putting the glass down, “but you can give me your number, hm?”

#

The bar is closed. Most people left hours ago. The sun has been up for a couple of hours now and everyone who drank one or two cocktails over their limit is dozing at home. Behind the counter, your boss is counting stacks of cash, while your co-worker cleans the remaining glasses and tables.

You’re not helping them today. You always do, but your luck is beyond reason this morning. Nana’s arms wrap around your neck while yours are on her exposed waist. In short intervals, you two engage in a wild battle of tongues, before pulling back with groans. Her hands find your back, abs, pecs, whereas yours go down from her breast, to her ass, and end at her thighs. 

“Touch me more,” Nana moans. You’d respond, but she leaves you speechless with her lips as a seal and tongue as a plug. Answering isn’t necessary of course, since you can just continue to squeeze her delicious curves. Her breasts are a nice handful, but a white top with weird, wide see-through plastic straps keeps you from feeling their texture. 

All it takes is a pull and the straps glide down Nana’s arm and the top down to her midriff. No bra. You both smile into the kiss. She frees her arms and unbuckles her pants to let both pieces of garment drop to the floor. You want to dive in immediately—

“Did you know I like sharing~?”

“Uhm, well you didn’t share your drink back then.”

“Just because I knew she wouldn’t like it.” Nana unbuttons your shirt, then continues her explanation in a sultry tone, “I share different things. Men like you, for example.”

Your heart has been racing ever since Nana pulled out her phone to type in your ten digit number and now it picked up the pace once more. The question of if she is serious becomes unnecessary when you see the door slowly open to reveal one of her friends—Nicha. The punk-like outfit she wore back at the table is nowhere to be seen. Her hair is a mess, the same goes for her loosely-hanging bra and drenched crimson panties.

“She’s hot, huh?” Nana whispers. Sucks at your now-bare collarbone can’t distract you from the tipsy Nicha walking towards you. The sway of her hips is deadly, the same for her lips. Never before have you seen a woman with matching lingerie and lipstick. It’s an insane sight. 

“Sit down,” Nicha orders. Nana struggles to get your belt open, leaving her friend's waiting. An eye roll later and the girl in black hair yanks down your pants. As these pants still fall, she shoves you into the couch. Your gasp again when Nicha goes down to her knees before you and frees your cock from its underwear cage with nothing but her mouth.

“You’ll love this. Her tongue and mouth are incredible.”

Nana’s statement is confirmed instantaneously. Nicha licks your cockhead in swirls like she is engaging in a passionate kiss with it. The texture of her tongue is all over your sensitive tip, then proceeds to move further down the shaft to reach your base. To your surprise, Nicha doesn’t gag, even with multiple inches in her throat. It takes her little effort to leave red imprints on your shaven base.

Nana nibbles and licks on your earlobe. It sends a shiver down your spine, but you still can't stop staring down at Nicha and her black bangs as they move through her blowjob. The sound of wet sloshes of saliva mixes with Nana's whisper right next to your ear.

"Do you like that? Two girls, all over you? I can make it more, if you just… cum.”

“Fuck.”

Your groan encourages Nicha to smear more of her lipstick on you. Your arousal and sensitivity reach their peak when Nicha does a quick corkscrew motion with mouth and Nana drags her tongue along your jaw. Nana moves down your throat to your chest, her black-haired friend down your length to your balls. Nicha takes them into her mouth. Pop, pop. They are full and you’re close to unleashing what's inside them.

“F-fuck,” your groan out in bliss.

“Nicha~” 

Nana’s cutesy voice resonates from your navel where the journey of her tongue ended. 

“I know you want it all. Take it.”

“Shut up!”

Angrily, she goes down on you again, the chin grazes your saliva-glazed balls. With an elongated hiss you announce what they both know: your orgasm is imminent. In a moment of blind enthusiasm, you grab Nicha’s sweaty hair and pull it down. A gasp from Nana, as she is cheek-to-cheek with Nicha comes simultaneously to your final groan. 

Gulp, gulp, gulp. Three times is not enough for Nicha to fully swallow the sticky whiteness. She backs off and the rest drips from her mouth, only to be caught by an eager Nana. Coos and giggles in between slurps of semen are Nicha’s song before she finishes it with a shout.

“Next~!”

Your vision is dizzy. Your eyes switch from an exhausted Nicha to an amused Nana to your hard cock to foreign hands on your cock to massive thighs to covered breasts. After a short recovery you recognize the new faces with their respective attributes: Isa and Mina, also part of the friend group from last night.

Isa’s gorgeous face does not include her familiar smile, but a red hue, probably from the copious amounts of liquor she consumed. She is almost brash, completely different from Mina. Isa does not hesitate to put her fingers around your cock to stroke it. You groan in surprise at the pleasure and Isa takes the chance to kiss you. However, her dance is a mess and her teeth are a constant obstacle. A sting when she accidentally bites your lip interrupts the attempt.

“I’m sorry, fuck.”

“It’s fine, I—”

“No, no, I know I’m bad at that. Can I still get uhm…?”

She nods towards your phallus and you chuckle.

“Sure. How would you like it?”

“How about—”

Isa climbs off from the couch, her right hand lingering on your chest a little, her left hand lingering around your cock a little longer, and stands up straight. She looks lost and stressed, her eyes darting around the room. With every step her breasts jiggle a little and her thighs jiggle a little more, as she walks towards a dark oak dresser in the corner of the room.

“—here?”

Isa ignores the vase, mirror, and glass beads atop the dresser and rests her elbows in between them, then she shakes her head to free her stupidly gorgeous face from any stray locks, spreads her wobbly, smooth legs and looks back at you. It works like an aphrodisiac.

Mindlessly, you jump up and almost butt heads with Mina. Fuck. Isa had occupied your brain to the point that you forgot about the busty cutie before you. Unlike Isa, she is still wearing something: a simple white bra with matching panties. Conservative, but beautiful. It fits her. After all, she is still covering her cheeks and timidly looks away. What gives away her hidden desire is a wet spot of arousal on said panties.

“Damn, you're beautiful.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Wanna join us?”

“Uh, I, uhm, don’t—”

“You don’t have to—”

“No! S-sure, I’ll c-come with you.”

You stretch out your hand as an invitation. It must look odd when you're completely naked and your cock swings. Nevertheless, Mina’s shyness subsides a little and she reaches for your hand. As your digits entwine, you hear a desperate cry from Isa.

“Pleeeeease, hurry!”

Mina follows after you and rests on the wall next to the dresser. Though she looks shy and flushed, her eyes still follow your body and Isa’s body when they meet in a backhug. Your dick glides into the gap beneath Isa’s leaking pussy. Her velvety insides might not squeeze you right now, but her thighs, her godly thighs create suffocating pressure.

“Fuck, your thigh—”

“I know. Can you fuck me now?”

“Hm? Am I not fucking you?” you joke, thrusting into the gap while gently caressing her hair. If you’re honest, this is easily enough pleasure to make you ignore the risky fuck of a pussy. After about ten thrusts, ten claps on her firm butt, Isa breaks:

“No! Fuck. My. Pussy! Hard, no more bulls—ah!”

Isa screams out in pleasure. Finally, your cock has found its way between her slick folds and then into her hot depth. Your fingers now entwine with her silken hair and pull. There is no turning back for her, for you, for Mina, as she gawks at the rapid fire jolts of your hip. 

Ripple after ripple turn Isa’s thighs into an ocean of waves. Your heavy thrusts of your pelvis against her ass, causes her to whine adorably. Isa’s whines turn to moans when you hit the entrance to her womb with hard smacks of your leaking tip. The glass beads tremble, the vase almost tumbles, the mirror shakes dangerously. Isa’s hot, rampant breaths cause it to mist up and your relentless pounding almost causes its downfall. 

Unbeknownst to you and beyond her self-control, Mina leans in closer. Drool leaks from her lips and onto the brown wooden surface. Her face is visibly heating up and her legs rub together frantically. The friction makes her panties become a useless towel. They fail to hold the nectar dripping from her pussy as she tries to hold onto the shaking dresser.

“Good, good, Daddy! Fuck me, fill me!”

“Wh-what?”

“Yes, Daddy! Give me your milk!”

Confusion and fear overtakes your head. You spin it to the side; this plain, gray wall won’t help you. To the other; an undressing Mina is no help either. Over your shoulder; Nana fortunately provides an explanation:

“She is on birth control, don’t worry! She just likes being full.”

And you definitely like her pussy, its divine texture, glorious heat and virgin-like grip. This is a gift you cannot refuse. Isa is not only begging for it with her words, her body also moves to match your pace. Only second until you cum for a second time, yet you don’t want to leave the second girl unsatisfied. Use your unoccupied hand and go on an adventure. The treasure is her clit, which you stimulate with quick rubs to push her into climax. It should always be this easy.

“Oh my God, fuck!”

Cross the finish line together with Isa. It feels like pumping a week's worth of semen into the twitching, unstable girl. When you pull out of her and back off, Isa slowly sinks to the ground. Her breaths are deep, quick and satisfied. Something is off though. For some reason, you’re still energetic, still hard, still feral—or is it actually the other way around?

You somehow turned into an animal in heat. Nothing can stop you.

Mina gaps when you grab her hand and throw her onto the sofa. She mewls when you tell her to remove her bra, but still follows through. The astonishing sight of her breasts gives your dick-controlled brain an idea.

Climb on top of her and align your shaft with the gap in between her big mounds, then grab said mounds and squeeze. This pocket around your cock is soft and Isa’s fresh juices serve as a lubricant. In this weird position where you have to balance yourself to not crash onto Mina’s trained stomach makes the tit fuck hard, but absolutely thrilling. 

“Stick out your tongue.”

Your order came out harsher, more desperate than you would’ve wanted. Mina’s aroused face shows no signs of being startled, on the contrary: she obliges. Her small tongue protrudes from her luscious lips, and with more aggression you try to reach it. A couple of thrusts and you groan. A drool-covered tip meets a pussy-juice-covered tip. Not a huge difference, until yours leaks pre-cum and sprinkles it. Mina laps it up and grimaces at her first taste of the clear liquid.

“Good girl. I’ll give you a reward.”

You stop and move your attention away from Mina’s bust. Your fingers glide over her midriff and without hesitation dive into her sodden panties. A wild bush, almost as wild as your attack onto her vulva, is no obstacle for your goal to pleasure her. Mina mewls like a kitten when you finger fuck her. 

Find the nub in her dark pubic hair and rub it with your thumb. Your finger thrusts go faster and faster. Mina’s breasts make sure you don’t go flaccid and suddenly, she squeezes them together and down your length. It’s no use, holding your moan back and luckily Mina joins you. This becomes a duel, a battle of who can pleasure the other better.

A moment of hesitation, contemplation, then overstimulation for Mina. She jerks her tits up and down to have any semblance of winning this competition, but her lower body is giving up on her. It goes up on its own, fucking your finger, and suddenly unleashing. A clear stream of squirt flies across the couch and onto your rubbing fingers. 

Mina throws her head back just in time for you to do the same. Four spurts of cum streak over the beautiful girl, from her forehead to her nipples. A little bit drips into her mouth while she moans. The saltiness makes her whine as the wave of pleasure abates. 

You laugh.

“Damn, that was amazing.”

“Wow. You were right, Nana, he’s still hard,” a new voice whispers.

Chaeyeon gives Nana a back hug and nibbles on the younger woman's neck. Nana moans and bites her lip. Through the sudden attack of affection, she points over at the small living room table. On it lies another girl. The sight makes your brain lag and you forget her name. 

Does a name really matter if she is already nude, legs spread, fingers on her clit? 

You turn your body towards her. She looks impatient, so you hurry to get off of Mina and cover the small distance. It’s not fast enough however. With an annoyed gaze, she speaks her mind with no filter. 

“Hurry the fuck up! Please me!”

“Woah, chill! Your face is cute, but you’re a needy bitch, huh?”

Long, golden blond braids are favorable handles for you. With your first, merciless pull you remember her name again. Yeonhee. Innocent-looking, but absolutely bratty. Maybe she is just confident and really wants your dick. Either way, she gets it.

Plunge into her. Yeonhee’s legs tremble like she is currently experiencing an orgasm. You ignore it and only chase your own release. It will be the fourth of this morning and because Yeonhee’s insides are hotter than the sun itself, you’ll soon be there. Each drill is proof of the mind-blowing texture of the blonde’s velvety walls. You complement it with another pull on her braids.

“Argh, fuck.”

“You get what you want—or should I stop?”

“No, fuck me—ah!”

Yeonhee is a mess of trembles once more. Could it actually be this easy to make her cum? You wouldn’t dare to complain. She milks like her life depends on it whenever you give her pain and pleasure in the form of pulls and thrusts. Because of the contortion of her adorable face, you haven’t paid attention to her breasts yet. The handfuls bounce up and down, and you lean in to lap at her solid nipples. 

The sweat on her back makes her glide centimeters over the glass surface of the table. Jiggles on her perfectly endowed go unnoticed, at least by you. From behind you hear moans and giggles from Nana and Chaeyeon. The thought of them pleasuring each other while watching you makes you increase your speed.

Yeonhee screams. She throws her arms back off the edge of the table and her clean, sweaty pits get exposed. Instinctively, your tongue moves down from her mound to the exposed pit to lick up more of her addictive body. This time, you won’t care if she can get pregnant or not. You just want to unload in this damn body, and she wants you as well.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck, never stop. I want more!”

“Yeonhee, me too. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Your pelvises only meet once more. Her braids are handles only once more. Your cock only spurts into Yeonhee once more. It’s all worth it. When you pull out, cream flushes out of her red pussy. It runs in between her ass cheeks and makes a sticky mess on the table. You move away from her, just a step, to take the beautiful girl into view. She has her eyes closed and—

“Aw~ Are you going soft in Mommy’s hand~?”

A mocking voice. A delicate hand. A painful groan. Perky nipples press into your back, in fact, you feel the entirety of a toned, bare body. Like this, you cannot see her face, but you have a feeling who it could be. Chaeyeon confirms your assumption when she calls out:

"Yoona-unnie! I want to go next!"

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not taking him away from you. Actually, I'm helping you."

She pulls back her hand at a snail's pace. You squirm and lean back even more into Yoona's body and her second hand makes sure you'll stay like this. Your thoroughly used cock twitches like crazy and it was about to go soft—

"I'm keeping him hard. Look~"

It's not only her hand. Yoona's voice, with its sultry, mocking, demanding tone is like a pacemaker. It forces blood to go back to your cock. You stay solid, physically ready to go, but your brain is lagging. This morning had been too crazy.

"Mommy did her thing. Now~go give it to our cute Chaeyeon here."

"Stop calling me cute, Unnie!" Chaeyeon says angrily. She abandons her intimate hug and kiss session with Nana and lays down on the couch, next to a snoring Mina.

"I want you now, mister waiter," the stunning brunette says, spreading her legs high and wide.

"Will you really keep her waiting~?" Yoona asks, her lips right at your ear. 

A stupid question. Of course you don't want to keep a willing woman with perfect legs and juicy breasts waiting. Your mind is failing you. The constant stimulation and switch in partners made it a mushy mess. 

Yoona guides you from behind. Each movement of her limbs forces you to move yours as well- Her legs and hands cover the miniscule distance to Chaeyeon's shaven slit. Her eyes sparkle in need.

"Put it in, put it in, please,” Chaeyeon begs.

"Fold her, press her, fill her, do it for Mommy.” Yoona’s seductive voice is inescapable.

"Y-yes, Mommy."

And you do it. Your fingers wrap around Chaeyeon's ankles. In one swing, you press her smooth legs back and down. Chaeyeon gasps in anticipation, so you continue. Align your cock with her awaiting pussy and you find that she has a surprise for you: the heart-shaped gem of a butt-plug in between her small cheeks. 

"Our pretty Chaeyeon has gotten kinky~"

Before Chaeyeon can respond to Yoona's remark, you flick, tug and lightly twist the protruding end of the sex toy. 

"It looks hot."

"It feels amazing. I always wanted to try it with a cock in me—shit!"

A curse from her tender lips. It's only the first of many, many curses an elegant woman like her should not spout, but then again, no one who it could bother will ever know. It's just her, her six equally horny and naughty friends, and you. 

"How does she feel? Come on, tell Mommy~"

Yoona massages your shoulders as she watches you massaging Chaeyeon's insides. Both their pussies leak down your legs, from the front, from the back. Quickly, you get on your toes to get more leverage. Glide deep and groan your answer.

"Mommy, she is—fuck, incredible. She feels so tight and I can f-feel the plug."

"Good boy~"

All of a sudden, Yoona jolts her hips forward against your ass. Your formerly careful thrusts are gone. Yoona makes you fuck her friend harder than planned and consequentially, Chaeyeon grips the pillows harder.

"Unnie, what are you—fuck!"

"Shhh, baby girl~! You're mine now."

You're stuck. Trapped between the bodies of two women. Yoona uses you as her tool, to stimulate the younger Chaeyeon. Never before felt being used this good. Luckily, Chaeyeon seems to melt and falter to the pleasure a faster-than-expected fucking gives her. 

Kiss Chaeyeon's womb and simultaneously Yoona kisses your nape. Even with her lips and tongue she is eager, thus it's no surprise that Chaeyeon succumbs to the double thrusts. 

"U-unnie, it fee—" Chaeyeon is cut off by a harsh Yoona.

"No, sweetie. Wrong."

"M-M-Mommy, fuck, it feels so good. My pussy, my ass—make me cum, please."

Yoona's hands wander over your waist to her friend's clit. What happens after is unbeknownst to you. All you see is Chaeyeon's eyes jumping open wide and here the pleasure-filled scream from trembling lips. Then the pressure around your dick becomes unbearable. Yoona forces a quick array of thrusts, but then you burst.

After so many loads, it's no surprise that this one is tiny and not near as creamy as before. Still, the pulses from Chaeyeon's cunt make you feel an indescribable heat and the joy of sex makes you slowly tumble into dreamland. This victory of Yoona is your final part in this scene.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me! I still haven't had my share!"

Nana shouts and shakes at your shoulder. She pulls you away from the couch and the other girls and pulls you into a hug. Your semi-hard cock grazes her folds, but it's too late. You become flaccid. 

"No! This is so unfair."

"Give him more of it," Yeonhee says from behind. You don't see her, as your eyes are focused on the disappointed Nana.

"But is it safe? I don't want him to overdose."

"O-overdose? What do you mean?"

Nana sighs.

"Do you remember the Limoncello Martini? The extra lemon has a… special effect. It makes you last longer."

"What?"

Any follow-up question is stuck in your throat. Considering your current environment and predicament, the existence of such a substance is not surprising at all. How did they get their hands on it though?

"Yeah. And because I still did not have you in me, I want you to smell a tiny bit of it. Is that okay with you?"

"How could I possibly refuse such an offer? I think you’ve deserved it now."

Nana giggles and you hear steps behind you. One of the six woman you had sex with before holds her finger underneath your nose. The distinct smell of the citrusy fruit hits your nostrils. It's not even close to the Limoncello Martini, so you suspect that its effects will not be enough, but Nana shows confidence.

“This will do.”

Then she kisses you. Once again, your tongues play and dance with each other as you feel the effects on the lower part of your body. Once again, the two of you have your hands at the other's body, although this time only certain spots are of interest. Once again, you get horny for this frisky girl and the lemon-stimulus makes you hard in her squeezing hand. 

“One load?” Nana asks jokingly, as her fingers wander down to your balls and cup them super gently.

“More would kill me.”

“Then I want it… in my ass.”

Nana’s whisper was not quiet enough. The part of her friends that’s able to stand up does so and hastily positions themselves next to you. Their eyes are bright, their grins as well.

“Nana, finally.”

“We’ve waited so long for this. Good girl~”

Both Yoona and Nicha hook their arms around Nana’s legs and lift the light woman up. Her wetness rubs on your hardness now as she once again wraps her arms around your nape. You instinctively help in stabilizing her, but now your arms are occupied. There is no way for you to align with her puckered entrance.

Luckily, a third girl staggers over and finds stop at your shoulders. Chaeyeon completes the circle of beauty around you and her sweaty hands reach for your sensitive shaft. When you hiss, she giggles.

“Hm, I’m glad I get to touch this snake, Daddy.”

“Daddy? What?!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you made me pregnant just now. So take—”

With no warning, she shoves your tip into Nana’s ass.

“—responsibility.”

Nana screams and you almost join her. This is too much. A man isn’t made for feeling the narrow, scorching confines of so many holes in such a short amount of time. A heart, a brain, a cock can’t possibly survive such frequent usage and stimulation. They will surely break at some point.

For Nana, however, you’ll accept this fate. Even if you fucking die through this, you will not stop. 

The brunette girl has tears in her eyes, while her Unnies praise her and coo with every inch you push into her ass. At times, she feels too tight to get your entire length into her, but eventually, with a lot of help from her friends, you bottom out. Muster all the strength you have to pull her close. Thank God that Chaeyeon is like a pillar behind you or you would have lost balance. 

“I-it hurts m-more than I thought,” Nana whimpers, a few tears running down her flawless cheeks.

“Y-you good? We can stop whenever you want. This is not a competition.”

“Yeah, baby,“ Yoona softly says, “you did good, you don’t have to prove anything~.”

“My first time hurt too,” Nicha adds, while adding kisses to Nana’s back.

“No! J-just go v-very slowly, okay?”

Take a look at Nana’s sparkling eyes. They reaffirm her words and so you, with a lot of help, begin your first thrust. It’s easily the slowest you’ve pulled out of a girl this morning, but it’s also necessary. Nana’s face is distorted by pain until your glans is the only thing inside her butt. 

“You can do it.” Chaeyeon’s words are amplified by her massaging Nana’s legs.

“Yes, I can.”

You groan. Even at such a slow pace, this thrust feels great. Nana’s ass grips tightly and soon, every part of your cock gets milked from her walls. Who could last longer than a minute inside this amazing hole? 

Your brain starts to fail. First your nose. The smell of sweat, juice and sex escape you. Then your vision. Gorgeous faces, bare chests and slender limbs become fuzzy. Finally, your own body. Yoona, Nicha and Chaeyeon are the only reason you and Nana are still upright.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

“Please, just a couple more thrusts.”

Her plea, your only energy. You begin to thrust faster. She winces. You repeat the motion, and suddenly she groans. Your perception of time has gone haywire. Suddenly you feel yourself pounding Nana faster. She doesn’t cry anymore and seems to fit perfectly around your length. Moans and cheers make a cacophony that reassure you: it’s working now.

“So good! Please, cum inside! Cum before me!”

What an odd request. 

A hole in your memory. All you do is feel and hear. Ropes of cum flee your body, Nana trembles around you. Her wetness lubes your torso, her fingernails scratch your neck. There are moans, there are sighs, there is a door being opened. Confused, excited, panicked voices—and in between all of them, you immediately recognize one.

“You did it! We are free, finally!”

Sakura. What is she doing here?

(A/N2: Sorry for all those tags, and thanks for reading! If you find missing tags, comment them or sth lmao)

[anniemika]

Take care of you

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

NSFW CONTENT!

Summary: Eren knows how to exhaust your body in more ways than one.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex F receiving, slight choking, creampie, suggestive language

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Going on a ski vacation with Eren and your friends was something you’d both wanted to do for a long time, and this year, you took it upon yourself and got on with the planning, finally making it happen. You’d reserved this big villa with separate rooms for everyone, with each bedroom having its own bathroom, a huge jacuzzi outside of the house, and an enormous living room with a fireplace at the center of it. It was all just how you’d imagined it, even better, and you were more than happy to start your little getaway from your daily lives.

After your first day, however, what you’d come to realize was that your boyfriend wasn’t one for staying still and just relaxing. Oh no, he was the type that would wake you up at 8:00 o’clock sharp, get your ski equipment ready, and spend the entire day on the most dangerous slopes without taking so much as a 5-minute break. It was like he wasn’t even human, and you could spend endless hours wondering where he got the energy from, but you’d never really find an answer.

So needless to say, after an entire day with him, you were pretty much exhausted. After making dinner with your friends and almost falling asleep on the table, you decided to go take a bath and just lay in bed with a good book in hand until you fell asleep. You somehow succeeded in convincing Eren in letting you go, turning down his proposition of falling asleep on his lap while you all watched a movie together because you really needed a bed.

As you laid in the comfort of the incredibly soft mattress after taking the most relaxing bubble bath, you were just beginning to doze off after reading “The Prisoner of Azkaban” for the 100th time, until you heard the showerhead being turned on in the bathroom. You looked at the time, realizing Eren probably got tired after all because it wasn’t even an hour since you got to bed. Remembering that you forgot to brush your teeth, you put on your fluffy slippers and ambled towards the bathroom.

Now, maybe it was because you were still sleepy, but the way you absolutely ignored your fully-naked, incredibly hot boyfriend while he washed his body like he was in a shower gel commercial was something he did not expect. You were moving your hands like a robot, scrubbing at your teeth with your toothbrush as he watched how his favourite “Nirvana” T-shirt, that you so shamelessly stole from him to be your new nightgown, barely covered your fine, fine ass. All kinds of thoughts came rushing into his mind, and he really, really tried his absolute best to stop them, because he knew you were worn out, but in the end, he couldn’t help it. His blood went rushing south, and when you bent over the sink to remove some leftover mascara from your eyelash, exposing what was left of his imagination, he couldn’t just stand and look at you from afar.

That’s why when he got out of the shower, he didn’t even wipe the droplets of water off his body, his big arms instantly finding their place around your smaller frame. You jumped, his sudden appearance stunning you.

“Ren, you scared me.” You turned to give him a lazy peck on the lips, the bit of foam you had left from the toothpaste coloring his pretty mouth.

“Sorry” you barely heard him, because what you felt next was his rock-hard member pressing against your bare ass.

“Babe, I’m so tired.” You almost whined out the words, leaning your head back against his uncovered chest.

“I know” he kissed the side of your head “let me take care of you.” He grabbed his length and began pumping it between your ass cheeks, with you gasping from the way his tip brushed against your entrance.

“Eren..” your hand went to the back of his neck, fingers curling around his loose hair and pulling him closer so you could kiss him again. It was true that you couldn’t even stand up straight, but no amount of exhaustion could make you resist him fucking you with that big cock he had on him. You weren’t one to miss opportunities.

After sharing a fervent kiss with his tongue sliding in rhythm against your own, Eren slipped his hand under your shirt, his fingers playing with your hardened nipple as he spat on his other one, dipping two digits inside your heat. His mouth found yours again as he began thrusting them inside you slowly, feeling your slick and spreading it around your pussy, applying a bit more pressure on your clit. Your muffled moans echoed throughout the small space you were in, your body instinctively moving back and forth into his hand.

Then, while your lips were still interlocked with his, you felt his whole length fill you up at once, with you letting a deep cry of pleasure, the feeling of fullness making your whole body tremble with excitement.

“Shh” Eren’s big palm covered your mouth “be quiet.”

And that you were, for a total of 5 seconds. It wasn’t your fault that with every rock of his hips, you felt him kiss your cervix over and over, and it sure wasn’t your fault that he was doing it as fast as he was, either.

“You want everyone to hear us?” You caught his breathy voice “Hear that tight little cunt?”

You couldn’t care one bit if you had to be honest, but you didn’t mind the way he talked to you, nor the way he put his rough fingers inside your mouth, making you gag on them, nor the way he roughly pinched your nipples every time you got a little bit louder. No, you didn’t mind any of that at all.

“You feel so good baby” Eren’s strong hold around you made every thrust that much harder, your eyes shining in pure bliss as he moved his fingers from your mouth to the little pearl between your legs. “I bet if you cum you’re gonna feel even better.”

The moment his fingertips landed on your little happy place, your mouth fell agape.

“Sloppier.”

Oh how good he knew you, how perfectly he moved his fingers around your clit, knowing exactly what to say and do to you to bring you over the edge in seconds. Sometimes you wondered if you really were this easy to please or if he was the sole reason for you losing your mind every time he fucked you. You kind of knew the answer, because even you couldn’t bring yourself that much pleasure no matter how horny you were. It was like your body wasn’t even yours, reacting to him in ways it never did before you met him. It was his.

Your orgasm was just around the corner, heart hammering inside your chest and nails sinking into the side of his thigh, demanding more. Unluckily for you, the exhaustion from the day began to catch up with your legs, not being able to hold yourself up as he mercilessly rammed his cock inside your little hole.

“Eren, my legs are shaking” you blurted out and he groaned, biting your shoulder and turning you around, lifting your plush ass so you could sit on the sink. He immediately spread your legs apart and kneeled to latch his long tongue on your bud.

“Oh my god, oh my god-“ you came almost instantly, his fingers having pretty much done the job just seconds before, and his tongue only finishing it. You were so glad though because it was so different cumming on that experienced muscle of his, increasing the intensity of your orgasm to new extremes.

Your moans were so loud, Eren couldn’t keep his chuckle in, giving your thigh a harmless slap. He then came up and kissed your mouth with your juices still dribbling off his chin. Never breaking the kiss, he slipped his dick inside you again, moans falling from him from all the wetness, his big palms landing on your ass-cheeks to steady himself and slam inside you even harder.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?”  He grabbed your jaw, intense green eyes staring at your fucked-out face. His thick eyebrows were knitted together so beautifully, plump lips parted, with the sexiest possible grunts escaping them.

A breathy “yes” escaped your mouth between all the other incomprehensible sounds, just the thought making your pussy clench.

“Say it.” His palm moved from your jaw to your neck, squeezing it gently.

“Please cum inside me” you knew that the little “please” would make him lose what was left of his mind, his thoughts becoming incoherent as his animal instincts took over.

“Yeah?” He squeezed your throat a little tighter, slamming himself inside you until you felt him in your tummy.

“Please” you circled your arms around him as he fastened his movements. “I want to feel you fill me up.” You greedily moved yourself forward, meeting his hips halfway, just waiting for him to paint your walls.

“Faster” you choked out, not even sure if it was possible, but of course it was because this was Eren, and he’d be damned if he didn’t listen to his girl’s requests.

Your lips parted in a muted “oh” with him mimicking that same expression as his orgasm hit. You pulled him in a kiss, tongues clashing together as he softly moaned into your mouth. His sounds were so pretty, you just wanted to stay like this and listen to them forever.

When his high died down, he slowly pulled out, eyes exploring the mess he made of your pussy.

“You know baby” he cupped your face, planting a cute little kiss on your nose, “I think it’s better if we stay in tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” You grinned.

“Yeah.” And he returned it.

Needless to say, with all the dirty looks you got in the morning, it was better not to risk someone pushing you off your ski.

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A/N: I’m on a ski trip with my boyfriend rn and let’s just say it gave me a lot of scenarios for vacation sex🥰 maybe I’ll post another one soon, who knows

[bigfan-fanfic]

What Money Can't Buy (Male!Reader x Tony Stark)

Requested by anonymous for So i don't know if this makes sense but Tony Stark x male reader with some age gap (not too big of course!) Where they would've been in face time and male reader would say he misses Tony so much and the he would fall asleep. Tony would fly out to the tower immediately as fast as he could. Tony would wake up male reader who would jump into Tony's arms and start to cry from happiness. I hope that makes sense😅

"Hi, Tony!" you grin after seeing your boyfriend's face pop up on the screen.

"Is that my boyfriend?" Tony teases, a smirk crossing his face. "Cause I could have sworn my boyfriend doesn't own a Metallica t-shirt."

You giggle. "I missed you! So I raided your closet."

"So much for security. JARVIS! You're fired."

You laugh as JARVIS gives a robotic sigh. "Very good, sir. Miss Potts has my resignation on file."

Tony does like making you laugh. But even now he can sense the little bit of tension.

It's rough to be separated from him for so long - for the past few months he's been working with the Avengers and there's really no stop to the work.

Even before, you were used to some nights sleeping alone as he works in the lab, but at least he was always able to make time for you.

But now... it's like you only ever get to see him on the other side of a screen.

"We're, uh... I think we're in Canada. Eyepatch McGee wouldn't want me to tell you, but who cares. Routine stuff."

You nod. "Coming home anytime soon?"

He shrugs. "Maybe. Hopefully."

"Things are going pretty good here. Just hanging around, keeping busy."

"That's good." Tony smiles. "I wish I could talk longer."

"I know." you blow him a kiss. "I just miss you pretty bad."

"I know." Tony whispers. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

You end the call, and flop back down on the bed. You weren't particularly tired before, but now you're feeling so sleepy.

You close your eyes, pulling Tony's t-shirt up as far as you can to feel some sort of comfort.

And then... you're awoken. The sun is just starting to rise, and Tony's there! He laughs a little when you jump into his arms, and he swings you around.

"Hey there, hot stuff."

You can't help the tears that start to flow as you bury your face in his neck.

Tony chuckles. "Hey... come on, none of that. I can't stay too long, but... I need to make some more time for you."

He presses a kiss to your forehead before carrying you away. "Let's get some breakfast, huh?"

[thesquishypenguin]

Sad Sun, Happy Moon - 2/2

I finally wrote some stuff for sun/moon!

You can find it on AO3 here!!

Or read on tumblr: (1)Why can’t we be friends..? / (2)If only tonight would last forever..

1) Irritable, mean employee reader crushes Suns poor heart, he just wants to be friends! (No positive ending, if you've ever wanted to be mean to Sun now's your chance...meanie) 2) Sun notices poor reader is getting sleepy and decides Moon should put them to bed - But reader wants to spend time with attention starved Moon. (Cute and fluffy x reader!)

Comments appreciated!

Moon:

If only tonight would last forever..

A yawn escaped your lips, followed by a second deeper one as tired eyes blinked hazily. Still you persevered and cast your gaze back down with a fond smile, continuing to work on the artwork with Sun. The animatronics face twitched both ways a few degrees before centering again, mechanics whirring with movement as it straightened up from its hunched position to get a good look at them. “Uh oh! Sounds like someone’s sleeeeeeepyyyyy~” it sung, watching as you nodded your head meekly, but still continued to draw on the paper. “I- we can help with that, too!” he corrected himself, gentle rattling and clicking rumbling inside as Sun climbed to his feet gracefully and skipped his way to the security desk. “Where are you going?” You called out after him, leaning forward to get a better view around some play items. “To get Moon, silly!” He called back, stopping at the security desk with a nervous twitch, fingers curling in on themselves slightly while it mulled over the action, having brief second thoughts. He could help you himself but…the bright, bright lights..the loud loud music.it just wouldn’t do! His friend needed rest. But..would they accept..him?

Sun jolted with a start as sensors registered a touch to his arm, looking to his side to find his friend offering a comforting touch and a smile “Thank you..for today. I had a lot of fun.” You expressed with gratitude, able to hear his internal fans kick in as he shimmied gleefully on the spot “You’re welcome friend!” “See you tomorrow” you smiled before reaching over the desk for the power switch. Sun stilled nervously, looking from you to the ceiling as the daycare was plunged into silent darkness. The reactive paint on their frame lit up in a blue hue, yellow stars adorning his attire and with a full spin of the face plate the rays retracted to be replaced with a soft cap. You turned back around to face Moon, hand trailing down his arm to graze his own, lingering. His voice, much deeper and gravelly grated a curious hum, bright red eyes glanced downwards to their hands - robotic fingers tightened only for a second before being pulled away. “Tired, moonlight?” he rasped, assuming this was the reason he was out - particularly judging by the exhausted look on your face. It was not a daycare scheduled nap time. “Just a little..” you partially admitted, the animatronic shook his head - bell on the cap jingling quietly with the motion. “naughty...no need for lies.” he eyed you. “Sleep.” he insisted, gesturing to the soft furnishings, a hand raised to place it on their back to shuffle them along..but stopped short of actually touching.

You obeyed like a good egg and trudged your way to the suggested spot, plopping yourself down and leaning against one of the soft items. Turning your attention back to Moon, who’d only taken a step or two. Wordlessly you pat the cushioned floor next to you, beckoning him over. You watched as he contemplated the offer, face plate tilting curiously, but sceptical. “I’ll be…here.” he said, gesturing to the daycare in general, that he wasn’t leaving. “Please?” You asked with a small frown, voice soft and gentle, pleading - watching as his gaze fixed on you once more. “...Since you’re being good..” Moon masked his acceptance under the guise of reward for good behaviour as to not let slip it was for any other possible reason. The bells on his attire rang out his steps as he strode closer and sat down beside you, his attention unwavering from your face. He was waiting for you to settle. To get the rest you needed but your movement startled him as you crawled into his lap. He raised his hands somewhat, unsure if he was proving to himself or you - that he wasn’t touching. The humming of fans and whirring of internal parts was much louder so close, but not unfamiliar, you got this close to Sun all the time and Moon knew it..but that didn’t mean you felt the same towards him. His simulated breathing caught in a throat that didn’t exist, a brief hitch that showed his surprise. “What….are you doing?” he asked, tone raising an octave, curious or perhaps unsure even. “Is..this ok? I just..wanted to cuddle” You spoke back quietly, prepared to scramble out of his lap - you were never sure what Moon was thinking. “Mhm..” a noise of acceptance rumbled from Moon’s voice box and you took the opportunity to curl up into his chest. You felt his arm come to support your back, thought the other lingered unsurely where it was, forefinger and thumb rubbing together anxiously. Fans spun up again, expelling warm air from gaps in the casings and his hand eventually settled on his knee, somewhat trapping you there. Cozy.

Some time passed..five minutes, judging by his internal clock. “We should hang out more” came your sleepy voice, startling Moon into rearing his head back and then lowering it to the side to get a good look. “Still awake. Sleep, sleep. Yesyes..should be sleeping, resting. Close your eyes. Close. No more talking..” Moon chided lightly. You shook your head. “We can play another day..” Moon offered, kidding himself, a false promise to you as he knew it would never be. “For now, rest” he insisted, bringing up his free hand to hush you with a finger pressed to his own ever smiling grin - a signal to be quiet. Drawing his gaze away to pay you no more mind. If he didn’t pay them attention, they would get bored. Finally shut their eyes and do as they were told. Moon didn’t expect to touch your hand as he went to place it back on his knee, pulling back sharply as if touching something hot he turned back to you with a small tilt of his face. “What now? What now? Naughty, misbehaving-” he grumbled, but locked up as your hand reached for his. Your hand grasped what you could of his larger one, fingers wrapping around to hold and pull his hand closer to your body to rest comfortably. “I want to stay awake - spend time with you” you said with a small smile. More heat was expelled from the warming robot, a small puff of steam. “Sun will be back-..” he started, sure he misunderstood “Not Sun. You.” you stressed. Moon fell silent again save for a shiver that wracked his system. Him? Not Sun? They wanted to stay awake..for him? “I adore you as much as Sun, you know..” you muttered “I miss you.”. The lights in his eyes dimmed for a second, a brief flicker at the weight of the words spoken. “Starlight, Moonbeam-” He keened, deep scratching voice laden with emotions untold. He was silenced once more as you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. Moon only remained quiet for a moment before strings of thank yous escaped him in a mixture of praise and pleading for this to continue, to be forever. His head dipped and gently pressed into your body to nuzzle affectionately, burying in your soft form with a tremble.

[unoriginalmess]

Untitled Feralnette Fic Ch. 1

Hiya there anyone who happens upon this first chapter of this fic. I would like to start out by saying that this is my first fanfic ever. I've been wanting to write a fic for the miraculous fandom for a while but I haven't had any inspiration until I stumbled upon this glorious AU created by @bigfatbreak. I highly suggest checking out all of their posts about this au because they are hilarious and genius and about 100 other amazing adjectives that could be used to describe them and their posts. Anyways enough with my rant and let's get on with the fic. ⚠️Slight angst⚠️ ⚠️Swearing⚠️

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When Marinette got home after her and Luka's breakup, all she could do was cry. She wanted to be with him, but her Ladybug duties came first. If lying is a deal breaker for him, then maybe it was best that they ended it now while their relationship was still in its early stages. Still, she couldn't help but feel the loss of her first relationship. She ended up crying for a whole entire day. She just hoped that Hawkmoth(or Shadowmoth or whatever the fuck he wanted to be referred to as this week) wasn't feeling particularly akuma-y today, because she didn't know if she could bottle up all these feelings, even though the world is relying on her ability to do so.

Ugggghhh!! It has been exhausting having to be "happy and perfect Marinette" and "happy and perfect Ladybug" All. The. Time. She's also pretty sure that Hawkmoth had discovered the similarities in her personality as Marinette to Ladybug, and that's why she's been targeted by multiple akumas lately. She has had to have her emotions under control even more than usual. If only there was a way to get Hawkmoth to stop targeting her. Maybe she should just not give a fuck anymore. Haha as if! It couldn't be that easy! Could it?

The more she thinks about it the more it starts to make sense. If she just let herself go completely crazy as Marinette, she would be killing like 10 birds with one stone. She would get hawkmoth off of her trail, she wouldn't have to deal with having to hide her emotions all of the time, she wouldn't have to deal with the added stress of maintaining her perfect persona, she wouldn't have to deal with the stress of Lila's lies taking her friends away if she didn't have friends in the first place, and so much more stress would be taken off of her plate! It was perfect! It might hurt a little at first, but it's for the best in the end. She spent that night planning out her outfit for tomorrow, doing her homework, and going to sleep knowing that, in the morning, François Dupont isn't gonna know what hit them.

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Adrien Agreste had been having a rough week. He had been abandoned on patrol by ladybug, been broken up with by his girlfriend, and was feeling completely and utterly alone. He knows that his lady has been feeling overwhelmed by her guardian duties lately, and that he 100% deserved that verbal lasting that kagami had given him but he couldn't help but feel this way. He was also feeling guilty about lying to kagami and leading her on for so long. After she broke up with him he took some time to assess his feelings for her and realized that he had more of an admiration for her than an infatuation. He definitely didn't feel the same way about her that she felt about him. She told him that she LOVED HIM, and he was so distracted (blinded) by ladybug that he didn't even process her confession. So, he was looking forward to Sunday morning. He cleared his schedule and on that beautiful Sunday morning, he did what he is only allowed to do on very rare occasions: sleep in. Or at least... thats what he had planned on doing.

When Nathalie had knocked on his door that morning Adrien was not in a good mood. He vaguely heard her say something about father wanting him downstairs in some amount of time for something involving a business partners child and some other robotic sounding words that his half asleep brain couldn't process completely.

"I have a cleared schedule this morning, Nathalie. What could father possibly want me for that is more important than my precious sleep?" He asked snappily.

"Your father wants you downstairs to welcome the new guest that will be living in the house for the rest of the school year. You have 15 minutes to make yourself look presentable and I suggest leaving the attitude upstairs," she half informed/half reprimanded him. As she walked away, Adrien reluctantly rose from his nice warm bed and went to go get ready with only one thought racing through his mind: Who could possibly be staying with them?

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Felix Culpa was not looking forward to living at the Agreste mansion for the rest of the school year, but for their parents' sake they would do what they had to. It wasn't all for their parents either, they were also concerned about the strange "dissapearance" of Emilie (who was his aunt in all ways except blood relation) and about the treatment of Adrien since said "disappearance".

You see, Felix Culpa is the heir to the Culpa Fabric Empire. The Culpas have been the sole fabric supplier of the Agreste brand since the very beginning. Felix's mom Diana was best friends with Emilie since their college days. Diana and Emilie made the deal with the two brands because as best friends who are both involved in the same industry, it just made sense to have a business relationship with each other. Diana never really cared for Gabriel as a person, but she could tell that he loved Emilie more than anyone else in the world so she could tolerate him for the sake of her best friend.

When Emilie went missing, Diana was absolutely devastated and tried anything she could to find her. She invested in missing person ads as large as billboards, organized search teams, tried to aid the police in their search for her in any way she could, but there was no leads, no legitimate calls to the number on the billboards, and the search team came up empty handed. While she was doing all of this to try to find her, she couldn't help but be furious over the fact that Gabriel was doing nothing to help in the search. All he did was hole himself up in his oversized mansion and call it a day.

The last straw for Diana was when Gabriel tried to use the "grieving my wife" excuse to try to abuse their business arrangement. That day, she told him that the Culpa brand would no longer be associated with the Agreste brand and that after the new collection is released, he would need to find a new fabric supplier. She knew that the Agreste brand would take a huge hit from having sub-par fabric, but she never thought that Gabriel would try to make up for that fact by using Adrien as a walking mannequin and locking him up in the desolate prison that he calls a home. As soon as she realized that he was doing this she scrambled to find a solution.

That is how Felix ended up here, standing in front of the mansion they would be living in for the next 9 months in exchange for Gabriel getting back into the Culpa brand's good graces. Don't get them wrong, they were excited about being able to be in Paris, home of the most innovative fashion pieces in the world, and about being able to see their honorary cousin Adrien (who wasn't half bad to be around despite him having no backbone whatsoever when it came to anything involving his father) but dealing with Mr. Agreste was definitely one of the low points of this arrangement.

They decided to just get it over with and knocked on the door. It was opened by the man that their cousin affectionately referred to as Gorilla. They nodded a thank you to the man, remembering that he was a man of few words, and proceeded to the bottom of the staircase. Mr. Agreste stood at the top with a very tired looking Adrien a few steps down. Felix wasn't even slightly surprised that this is where he chooses to welcome his guests, looking down on people must give him some sort of power trip or something. It's almost as if he heard the phrase "It's over, Anakin, I have the high ground," and made that his own personal motto. Whatever, let him have the feeling of false power if he wanted it, Felix knows that they have all the power in this situation and they're sure that Gabriel knows it as well.

"Hello Felix," Mr. Agreste greeted them with the same amount of warmth in his voice as liquid nitrogen, "while you are staying in this house you will abide by my rules. Adrien will inform you of them and show you to your room. You will attend school with him in the morning and I'm sure that you already know that you must represent not only the Culpa brand, but also the Agreste as well. I will be in my office working, do not disturb me. Contact Nathalie with any questions that cannot be answered by Adrien." He finished his spiel and left to what Felix assumed was his office space.

"Hello Felix!" Adrien greeted him with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his sleepy state. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room."

Adrien led Felix to their room and listed all of the rules of the household that they were expected to follow. And... wow. Felix could not believe that their cousin had to live like this. The only social interaction this kid gets is at school and fencing? Pre-approved outings only with people determined socially acceptable by Gabriel? And if he gets even one "B" he isn't even going to be allowed to go to school at all? Felix knew that the living situation was bad for Adrien but know the only question running through their head was: What did they get themselves into??

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And... thats it for chapter 1! Mostly background info at this point, but next chapter will be the class' reaction to feralnette and felinette meeting for the first time. I just want to say thanks again to @bigfatbreak for giving me the inspiration to write a fic for the first time ever. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, I'm always looking to improve, especially at writing since this is my first time posting anything I've written online, so I want to get better so that I can make better content for you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know and I'll make a tag list for ya. :)