#also i have to behave now because i got called spicy...

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Earn It || Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: While Spencer was away on a case, you had no better idea than to send him spicy pictures of yourself as a way to encourage him to work harder to get home fast. You ignored his warnings and orders to stop and now that he was back home it was time to face the consequences of acting like a spoiled brat. 

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, established relationship, dom!spencer, sexting, masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, cum eating, deprivation of touch used as punishment (if that makes sense? idk it's just porn)

English is not my first language

Word count: 3300

Notes: idk what this is, I have had this idea in my mind for a while now and I only wrote it because someone left me a nice message praising my spencer smut, so enjoy, I guess

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You were buzzing with anticipation, counting down the minutes until Spencer got home. You knew you'd be in trouble —it was clear from the short messages he'd sent you—, but that was part of the fun. You had crossed the line this time. The messages you had sent him while he was stuck at work could only be described as torture. But you couldn't be held accountable for your actions, at least not completely. You missed him-his touch, his lips on yours, the sound of his voice calling your name-and you wanted to make sure he knew it. 

Spencer had been away from home for too long, working a few states over to catch a killer who targeted young, blonde women. It was apparently a tough case so for the last few weeks you had to settle for talking to him on the phone late at night. Hearing his voice before bedtime was nice, comforting, but over time it stopped being enough. You missed having him by your side at night, feeling his warmth and the touch of his fingers on your skin. You missed his kisses, his soft lips caressing your body while you whispered his name into the darkness of the night....

It was clear that phone calls were no longer enough to satiate your need for him, so in a moment of impulsive arousal you decided to give him a little incentive to work harder to come home to you. You were simply showing him what he was missing.

The first picture you sent him was simple and tasteful, a conscious choice intended to lure him into your trap. It only showed the lower half of your face, your lips drawn into a sad pout. It also showed part of your chest which was covered by one of Spencer's shirts. It had the first few buttons undone, showing your collarbone and the mound of your breasts, but nothing more. You sent it with a simple 'I miss you', hoping he had his phone nearby to see it.

His reply came not long after, and you almost felt bad for what you were about to do when you read his innocent and oblivious 'I miss you too :(‘. You replied with another photo, this time much more revealing. The shirt was unbuttoned now, revealing the cute red lace bra that hugged your breasts. It was Spencer's favorite and you knew it was going to have the desired effect on him. 'I wish you were here...' you wrote before you sent it. And without waiting for a reply you sent him another picture, this time showing the full lingerie being, posing in a provocative way. Without hesitation you wrote 'to rip it off my body' and pressed send. 

You knew your little plan had worked because Spencer didn't answer for quite a while. He had seen the messages, but he was probably too stunned and busy to reply to you. When he finally did, it was a warning. 'Behave.' was all he wrote back, but you ignored it. In the next picture you sent him you had removed your bra, your hard nipples framed perfectly in the picture. Two of your fingers were lost between your lips, the red lipstick slightly smudged at the corners. 'I wish they were your fingers' you typed and Spencer's reply was another warning. 'But I guess mine will have to do for now' you ignored him once again, sending him a video of you burying those same fingers inside you as you moaned his name. 

Your provocative messages didn't stop until you came, but even though you knew Spencer had seen them, he didn't reply. Nor did he call you that night like he had been doing every day. He was silent for two whole days. Two long days in which you kept wondering if maybe you had taken things too far. It was torture waiting for some kind of sign from him that would bring you some relief, but when you read the message he sent you knew that had been his intention all along.

'I'm on my way home. I want you in bed wearing the red set by the time I get there.' was all he wrote and you knew he was angry. Spencer was going to make you pay for behaving so badly and you couldn't help but wonder what method he would use to teach you a lesson. Punishments were always creative with him. Spencer wasn't very keen on violence during intimacy, it reminded him too much of his job, you supposed. He was rough in bed when he was in the mood for it and never objected to giving you a spanking or two when you deserved it, but he didn't enjoy making you cry in pain or leaving severe marks on your skin. 

Spencer was more of a soft, pleasure dom, which meant that most of the time he was more intense than aggressive. He loved the irony of using pleasure to create pain, often overstimulating you to the point that your body would scream for him to stop. His domination over you was more subtle, more psychological, so his punishments always had a hint of irony in them. The worst one —and at the same time, the best one– had been once you had come without his permission. His way of teaching you a lesson that time was forcing you to cum over and over again, attacking your abused pussy with his fingers, his tongue and a vibrator without giving you hardly any time to recover between orgasms.

You wondered if Spencer had something similar in mind, the very idea frightening and exciting you at the same time. Your clit throbbed between your legs, your panties ruined with your arousal before Spencer even got to lay a finger on you. That was the effect he had on you. All he had to do was send you a stupid message and your whole body would begin to tingle with anticipation, waiting for his command.

When you heard the sound of the apartment door opening you almost jumped out of bed with joy. There was nothing you wanted more than to run into your boyfriend's arms and shower him with kisses as you told him how much you had missed him. But you knew you couldn't —or, rather, shouldn't— do that. Spencer wanted you in bed, wearing his favorite lingerie, and that's exactly what you did. Even though it was a little late to play nice now, you didn't want to give him any more reason to prolong your punishment —whatever it was. So you settled on the bed, putting yourself in a suggestive pose and waited patiently for Spencer to enter the room.

He took his time and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Your punishment had begun the moment you decided to ignore his warnings and now you had no choice but to accept it. Listening to his footsteps walking around the apartment, knowing that he was only a couple of feet away without being able to do anything about it was a real torture, but you deserved it.

"I'm disappointed in you," was the first thing Spencer said when he finally entered the room. He had that hard look in his eyes that he always gave you when you disobeyed him - the one that told you it was in your best interests to listen to him. His pupils were widened, the beautiful hazel color almost completely taken over by the darkness of desire in his eyes. You shifted nervously on the bed, suddenly feeling small under his intense gaze. Spencer walked toward you and you felt like an animal trapped by the predator that wanted to eat it. There was nowhere to run.

"You've been a very bad girl," he clicked his tongue in disapproval, bringing his hands to his neck to loosen the knot of his tie. "Teasing me with those pictures while I was at work, ignoring my warnings, cuming without my permission." Spencer shook his head and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip. The tone in his voice —too calm for someone in his position— almost made you regret your little stunt. Almost. "If you want to act like a spoiled brat, I'll treat you like one."

Spencer ordered you to sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. You obeyed without question, knowing that this was not the best time to complain. You watched him remove his tie in one tug, twisting the soft fabric in his hands before approaching you. He was careful in tying your wrists to the headboard, his fingers barely grazing your skin as he made sure to limit your movements, leaving you completely at his mercy. It was torture to feel him so close and not be able to touch him. Not to mention how incredibly frustrating it was that his hands barely rested on you when it was strictly necessary, as if your skin was burning him. You hated it, but when you let out a whine of protest, Spencer gave you a look that let you know it was best to keep your mouth shut. 

"You're going to stay there and keep your eyes on me at all times." He stated with a calmness in his voice that should have alarmed you. But instead of wondering what he was up to —and what that calm meant to you— your mind was distracted by the slow movement of his hands as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing himself to you. " Now you'll know how I felt when I saw your pictures and those videos of you pleasuring yourself while I was stuck at work, unable to do anything about it."

Spencer moved closer to you, leaning down to be at eye level with you. The air caught in your throat as you stared at him, fearing that your mere breath might somehow cause him to pull away from you again. His gaze was firm, intimidating, but hidden among all the desire and lust you could still make out a glimmer of the characteristic softness in his eyes. It was an interesting contrast, captivating. It reminded you that no matter how rough he might be at the moment, the sweet, loving, everyday Spencer was just a word away.

You could hardly believe he was touching you when he took your face in one of his hands. His warm, slender fingers pressed over your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. He used his grip to tilt your head up to make sure your eyes never left his at any time. He had you trapped between his hand and his eyes, frozen still as you anxiously awaited his next words.

"Now you'll be the helpless one. You'll be the one that has to sit back and watch as I pleasure myself, tied to the bed, unable to do anything to relieve the pressure between your legs."

After removing the last of his clothes, Spencer settled himself on the opposite side of the bed. He made sure you had the best view of him and his hard cock before he began to pleasure himself. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand as if you were being hypnotized. Up and down, up and down, his hand moved along his shaft while his mouth let out the sweetest moans you had ever heard. Every little gasp he let out went straight to your center, that throbbed desperate for attention. Spencer sounded desperate and you wondered if he hadn't relieved himself since you had sent him those pictures.

You fought your bonds without even realizing it, your body responding in its own accords to Spencer's stimulation. He didn't scold you for it, on the contrary he seemed to enjoy it. He increased the pace of his hand slightly, his eyes never leaving your figure. The way they roamed over your body —slowly moving down from your face to your neck, stopping at the curve of your breasts before trailing their way down your abdomen and to your legs— almost felt like his caresses. If you concentrated hard enough you could feel the ghost of his fingers following the path of his eyes. But it wasn't enough, not when you were trapped listening to Spencer's moans, watching his hand move up and down his cock as his tip leaked precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, yearning to feel the weight of his cock against your tongue. You could almost taste the salty treat on your tongue, your brain recreating it as best it could. It was criminal that he wouldn't let you touch him when he was so close to you. 

"Like what you see?" Spencer mocked you as a pathetic whimper managed to escape your lips. "It's such a shame you were so bad 'cause right now you could be the one touching me... And I could be pleasuring you."

"Yes, please! I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Just please, I need it." you begged, momentarily excited by the mention of him pleasuring you. You were willing to do anything to end this torture. 

But Spencer wouldn't budge. "Oh, I know you do, baby. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. But I can't give it to you. Only good, obedient girls get what they want and you have been very, very bad."

He enjoyed every second of your torture, delighting in the whimpers you let out and the way you struggled against your bonds. Your body squirmed deliciously on the bed, protesting against the lack of attention. Spencer responded to your whimpers with moans, being more vocal than usual to prolong your torture. Every sound he let out increased the fire in your stomach along with your frustration. Your pussy tightened around nothing, desperate for attention. The pressure in your tummy was too much, almost unbearable. You needed relief, whatever would help you take the edge off. 

You didn't even realize you were squeezing your legs together until it was too late. You were desperate and while the little friction your thighs provided as you squirmed was not enough, it was better than nothing. Your clit pulsed with every little movement, your juices trickling down your legs and making your job easier. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate on the subtle tingling between your legs to see if you could increase the pleasure that way somehow. The moan that fell from your lips was pathetic, a mixture of pleasure and frustration that alerted Spencer to your little trick just as you were getting somewhere.

You snapped your eyes open as you felt the impact of his hand against your calf. Spencer gave you a stern look, his expression blank as he forced your legs apart again. "You do that again and I won't let you cum tonight, am I clear?"

"Yes, sir!" you whimpered, feeling your hope renewing at the promise of a future orgasm. "I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise."

It was real torture to have Spencer so close, naked and stroking his cock inches away without being able to touch it. His moans were getting louder and louder, his words dirtier and more condescending —praising your expression of desperation and mocking the way you twisted against your bonds. Your desperation increased along with the speed of his hands, which worked increasingly faster to bring him to the edge of pleasure. He was close, you could feel it, and as pathetic as it sounded, so were you. Your underwear was ruined, soaked with the juices of your arousal. Spencer hadn't touched you, but you were sure that a simple brush against your clit was all you needed to reach your climax.

"Was it worth it, baby?" He managed to say between gasps. "Was it worth it to disobey me? Sending all those pictures just to end up like this, tied to the bed, forced to watch me pleasure myself while you get nothing." 

Oh Spencer was enjoying torturing you way too much. He wanted to break you, push you to your very limit and hear you beg for his forgiveness. He wanted you to earn your relief just as you had earned your punishment and he wasn't going to stop until you begged for mercy. In another circumstance you might have put up more of a fight, after all, it was always fun to riled him up. But you were far too desperate to feel his touch to play hard to get. You needed him, you'd been apart too long and you couldn't stand the distance a second longer. 

"No, it wasn't! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it. I should have listened to you. I won't do it again, I promise! I'll behave! Just, please... please." There was no way to hide the pathetic tone in your voice. You were so frustrated, so needy for attention, that you could almost feel the tears burning in your eyes. You were willing to cry if that's what it took to earn Spencer's forgiveness. You would do anything to feel his hands on you.

"Oh yeah? You'll behave?" He spoke as if he didn't believe you, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he increased the pace of his hand. "Will you stop acting like a spoiled brat and be my good, obedient little girl?"

"Yes! I'll be your good girl, I promise! I'll be so good for you, sir! Please."

Suddenly, Spencer stood up from his place on the bed, approaching you in a couple of steps. "Open up then." He commanded bringing the head of his dripping, reddened cock close to your lips. You didn't need him to tell you twice, tilting your face up as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, eagerly waiting to taste him.

"That's it, that's a good girl... swallow it, swallow all of me... good girl." Spencer moaned as he came in your mouth, his hand stroking himself until he shot the very last drop of cum on your tongue. The squeal of bliss you let out at the taste of his salty flavor was pathetic, but you were too far gone to care. You eagerly swallowed everything he gave you, devouring it as if it were the sweetest candy. 

Spencer mumbled sweet praises as he came down from his high, caressing your head with his usual softness. It was a small action, but you missed his touch so much that it was enough to fill you with joy. You thought you were finally in the clear, that you had received your punishment so well that Spencer would show you mercy and finally let you touch him. But when he sat down across from you again and looked into your eyes, you noticed that the intimidating darkness was still present in them. You struggled against your bonds once more to see if he would take pity on you and untie you. But he answered you with a click of his tongue that stopped you immediately.

"You did such a good job for me, baby."  Spencer's voice was barely a husky whisper. He brought one of his fingers up to your cheek, collecting the drops of his cum that hadn't made it into your mouth. You tried to lean into his touch, but he removed his hand quickly, bringing his finger to your lips. He didn't have to tell you what to do, you automatically opened your mouth and wrapped your tongue around his finger, tasting his relief. 

"But your punishment isn't over yet. You earned your relief, but haven't earned my forgiveness yet. You still don't get to touch me. Now open those pretty legs for me. I'll give you what you want and we'll see how much you can take."

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Yuma Month Day 26 - Role Swap

god i was excited for this one. it first started off as a joke, but the more i thought about it, the more interesting this swap became. so here's my massive lore dump of changes that'd happen in the story beneath the cut (spoiler warning):

i think, fundamentally, yuma and yakou are very similar characters. they're both very protective and kindhearted, with a strong sense of justice and a penchant for attracting terrible luck. because of this, some things would remain the same, such as the NDA's dynamics with their doormat chief as well amnesia!yakou's massive unpaid intern energy. i think yakou would be pretty similar to how he behaved in the light novel- a bit more optimistic and naive, like yuma. but there are two key differences between them that'd make this a different story, especially in ch 4: yuma has a forte, and yakou is very selfish. so here's some changes:

yakou's wife is his shinigami now, as you can see, while shinigami is yuma's dead wife. i think mrs furio would act cooler than shinigami. she'd still be playful, but she takes her job more seriously. also she hands yakou the solution keys normally without throwing up. they still have to do the dance and mouth sword thing tho. and the other stuff. that's just death god protocol

shinigami (or in this case the unnamed Mrs. Kokohead but i will still be calling her shinigami for convenience sake) was a scientist at amaterasu who studied forensics and thanatology instead of regenerative medicine. this also means that the pill she gives zombie yuma is not going to bring him back, but instead grant the zombie homunculi a peaceful, painless, but permanent death

speaking of zombie yuma, he's the homunculus now! yakou is 100% human and also doesnt have a forte. he's still number one, but instead of having a forte he's just that good at solving mysteries

yes this means makoto looks like yakou now. sorry makotoheads. i think he'd have really long, shaggy hair dyed to be like. idk. black or something. also he's more clean shaven bc stubble with a mask on is a sensory nightmare

yuma still cant cook. he subsists entirely on takeout, meat buns, black coffee, and beer. he's still in a lot of debt and under a lot of stress and his personality is essentially "what if canon number one just gave up"

he doesn't smoke though. he tried once and got into the worst coughing fit

imma say it right now. kurumi is not a love interest. yakou likely disguises himself as a faculty member instead (also i think one of the teachers gets a crush on fem yakou bc i just know she'd be hot)

ANYWAY what about chapter 4? im SO glad you asked! because here's where things get spicy!

so, lets start with the dead wife. shinigami catches onto huesca's inhumane research and she's just as adamant about bringing the truth to light as she always is. she blows the whistle, so he blows her up. yuma investigates, but they dont let him look any further, yada yada, yuma stews in his misery for five years

yomi sends in the evidence to motivate yuma to kill huesca, and makoto lets it happen because a dead huesca would be convenient. he even introduces the hitman, fully expecting yuma to make use of him

yuma doesnt. in fact, he wants to kill huesca with his own hands. and now that these detectives are here, he can do it and even return alive. the thing is, he doesn't want to put them in danger, so he chooses to do almost everything alone (sound familiar?)

his plan is simple:

ask desuhiko for a peacekeeper uniform. desuhiko trusts him enough to take "i want to investigate kanai ward's ultimate secret by infiltrating their ranks" as an answer. he does, however, let yakou know about this as an offhand comment before the mystery ever begins

hold fubuki's hand. it doesnt really matter how. she'll gladly allow it because she's fubuki. he stores her time powers and heads out the sub. yakou also learns this as an offhand comment played off as a joke (maybe fubuki affectionately comments about how she never expected the chief's hands to be so soft... idk. there has to be some way for yakou to have this as a future clue)

use his peacekeeper status to sneak into amaterasu HQ and demand a functioning ama-pal from that one creepy researcher

use ama-pal + fubuki's borrowed powers to bypass huesca's security. sneak the bot past the hard-of-hearing doctor and press the button to shut off security

this would probably alert huesca, but since the doctor never received a warning, yuma has enough time to rush in and stab him before he realizes what's going on

leave HQ while still in uniform, dispose of the disguise once he's safe, and return to the NDA like nothing happened. success!

soooo.... yakou, on that same day, decides to investigate amaterasu HQ with makoto

all the while, vivia has his suspicions about yuma's actions and keeps an eye on him in spectral mode. he... basically witnessed the whole thing, so he gets up off his ass and decides to follow yakou to the lab because he has a Very Bad Feeling about this

just like canon, he senses the death god and deduces that our protag has been killing off murderers, and so he wants to protect his chief as well as his peace and quiet (his dynamic with yuma would be the same as his dynamic with yakou, since it's entirely believable for yuma to treat vivia with the same kindness yakou did)

yakou tries to speak to huesca, but surprise! security is disabled and he's dead in the lab! no one else at amaterasu liked huesca enough to check on him, so yakou and makoto are the first ones at the scene of the crime. yakou, of course, decides to start investigating this murder

vivia somehow sneaks into the lab (dont ask me how) and confronts yakou, threatening him with his boxcutter and adamantly imploring him to stop pursuing this particular mystery in the same way he did yuma in canon. unfortunately, this attracts attention, and now they're in trouble (maybe even yomi's there to fetch his files). at this point, yakou has enough solution keys, so he panics and goes right into the labyrinth (and maybe others can enter for another reason that isnt coalescence idk)

so... they go in the labyrinth... vivia tries to stop him every step of the way, until the answer is right in front of them

yakou kills yuma with his own hands. there's no stab wounds or toxic gas to leave any doubt. yakou begins to question what good his justice really does. it doesnt even save them from their predicament, just like the other deaths. instead, makoto ex machina comes in to save them, and hands yakou a small black box

when they return to the agency, everyone is heartbroken over their chief, who seemingly died out of nowhere. fubuki tried rewinding time, but to no avail. halara tried everything to wake him up, knowing it's futile. desuhiko stood aside, feeling completely helpless. and yakou and vivia return looking like they just came back from hell

they barely get the chance for a funeral before the knockout gas trap activates... you know the rest

AAAAND SCENE! so that's my extremely long winded lore dump about this au. i thought about it Way Too Much but god it's so interesting to me. i love these characters and swapping them was immensely fun

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Beetroot Risotto

Spooky sul sul, tombler!

This post is the second part of the Halloween party for the Ito family. Borrowing Stella's kitchen, now it's Vienna's time to conjure up some witchcraft with her cooking skill. Also by @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel, tonight Vienna cooks up some beetroot risotto -- human-friendly version can be downloaded here, and a vampire-friendly version, smartly named Red Count's Risotto can be downloaded here. Don't forget to update Custom Food Interactions (its last update is November 25th so make sure you have the latest version) for the recipe to appear in your game.

This recipe is a great way to balance the intake of vitamins and fibers during the festive occasion. If you have @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel's other CCs, you can also use your own rice and red radish on this recipe.

Bibbidi bobbidi boo, let's start with choppity chop the ingredients! I think the first ingredient (radish) is custom-made because I've never seen it before.

So, I don't know how popular Netflix's Culinary Class War is, but I was definitely hooked with the show, especially because my favorite contestant managed stay in the save zone until later in the show, even winning the whole competition later. No spoiler, tho. 😉

Anyway, one contestant, nicknamed Napoli Matfia, is known for his risotto. In Korean, 맛 'mat' means "taste" -- so matfia could be translated to "mafia of taste" or something like that, which I must admit is solid nickname to choose. From his cooking, I learnt a lot about the cooking steps of risotto, which I can explain in the paragraphs below. So now, we go back to the recipe.

First, dry-toast the rice in the pan. The rice is ready if it's hot to touch. Once the rice is hot, add in the broth. Vienna is using vegetable broth because the recipe she's following is vegan, but you can use chicken/beef broth as an alternative. Keep stirring the risotto for about 12 minutes, remove from the heat and wait a minute. Then, we perform what is called mantecare. There is no exact translation for mantecare in English, but it's an important part in cooking risotto. The term indicates a technique of adding fresh, cold butter and grated cheese into the risotto when the cooking process is almost finish, and stirring/tossing it vigorously that it develops creaminess. I mean, I'm not biased or anything, but here's a video of Napoli Matfia doing a mantecare. Totally not biased, nope.

Voilà! The beetroot risotto is ready to serve! Vienna really made sure everyone got their daily intake of fibers with the roasted carrots side dish.

The adults finished decorating the Halloween table right around the same time Frejr and Soleil went home from Trick-and-Treat-ing. It was a festive spread! Brownies, cupcakes, iced lemon teas, horchatas and some beers for the parents.

The first round is for the babies! They're so well-behaved that Nanami felt it was safe to let them sit directly below the party table. The beetroot risotto Vienna made is soft enough for their smol liddol teef to chew.

Osh Cous B'Gosh gathered to dine in front of the party table for the second round. Frejr and Soleil ran off to count their candies right after they finished their venison steak.

Leia is now old enough to sit with the adults on the main dining table. She's extremely thrilled! Stella just rolled her eyes in adoration.

For her husband, Vienna specially made a vampire-friendly Red Count's risotto which features plasma fruits instead of regular vegetable. They also got him a special plasma fruit cupcake so he wouldn't miss out too much on the sweets.

So, with the Halloween party posts finished, we're at the end of my Simblreen posts. Honestly I haven't really played again since the end of October, so updates might be slow. But yea! There are several plans to do in the near future with the Ito family: the grandkids visiting their grandparents on Mt. Komorebi, aging up everyone, Leia entering university... Oof, so much things! But until then, dag dag!

P.S. Detailed cooking process for risotto is taken from this article, this article -- and completely unbiased, this video.

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RENNN HOW YA DOING????

I’m here to be silly so I’m here to disturb ya!!!

If Yuuta was a mystic beast, what would they be? Also goes for Leona as well!!! Hehehe

AAAAAAA I'M GOOD. Soso idk if this is what you were looking for but I did take part in a Yokai Au with Yuuta once and I picked gyokuto (or a moon rabbit) for them.

Yokai!Yuuta Midori: The Jade Rabbit

🐇🍡🌙

Lives on the moon so if you need them you have to be looking up at the moon at night to call for them or for them to hear you.

Visits insomniacs and those who have trouble sleeping. ( if you stay up too late they will come down to give a sleepytime mochi and tell you to go the fuck to sleep) Sometimes if the circumstances are dire enough they will bonk you with their hammer to knock you unconscious.

Has rabbit assistants made of clouds that deliver mochi for Yuuta when they are busy. These small buns can float in the air and understand human languages. Careful they bite!

Will leave treats on your door when you are hungry and have been neglecting your health (dumplings and mochi if you are good) If you are sick or injured and call on them they will leave food filled with herbs and medicine you need to feel better and keep you company. You can vent to them or play card games.

To start a friendship you can leave Yuuta offerings of green and shiny things. They like human baubles and homemade foods. Just leave them on your window sill and this will entice them to come to visit. They are fond of matcha milk tea and cloud bread as treats.

Likes to play pranks on those who call them frivolously or when they don't actually need the food or help.

Is mostly a "peaceful" yokai but has a BAD temper and will hold grudges if you cross them or disrespect them. Watch your head! They will bonk you with their mochi hammer if you don't behave.

Are not fond of the daytime and when they are seen during the day they are extremely sleepy and prone to nap. You may find them sleeping under the shade of a tree in the gardens sometimes. Occasionally, they will steal some protective "sunglasses" from a human's face as they explore Night Raven College.

Yuuta is not the first or only lunarian to live on the moon, they were born after the previous gyokuto passed on.

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Powers:

Yuuta has a slight glow to their form so they also function as a nightlight to those scared of the dark.

Gravity does not affect them, they can float, and they can jump really high. When they walk it has a weightless appearance as if they are walking on clouds.

Semi-Omniscient (limited), they can hear the calls of those who are hungry or awake past the witching hour.

Healing food. Their food is crafted with special properties that restore vitality and encourage rapid healing in the body.

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Interactions:

Once Azul Ashengrotto tried to take advantage of Yuuta's gifts and sell their mochi and dumplings for profit. The next batch he got from them was super spicy and gave everyone the runs.

When they were a baby Yokai they were not as good at making mochi or dumplings. Often their batches were messy and falling apart. Ruggie Bucchi became one of their favorites after he found them crying by a dumpster after a failed delivery. But, the young hyena didn't care if they were "ugly looking" or fell on the ground, he ate them all anyway and they have been friends ever since.

After this night, they would come down to play with Ruggie and the kids in his neighborhood, exchanging food for playtime. Because of this, they have a soft spot for those in poverty and those who are hungry.

Yuuta once had a run-in with Leona Kingscholar as kids. And since he was just a spoiled rich kid asking for treats Yuuta has held that grudge ever since. Now enrolled at Night Raven College like their friend Ruggie, the man now is known to ask them to come down for no reason just to irritate them.

Yuuta takes pity on the Ramshackle inhabitants because they remind them so much of their friend. So they try to leave them food on nights when they are hungry or keep them company when they can not sleep. Aside from that, they try to stay out of any feuds between other Yokai and typically keep to their own petty business.

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For Leona...because I am fond of them now for my original story and my OC I think a Shishi or stone lion dog would fit him! (I believe I saw you write something for him before as one!

Anyway, I love the idea for him

Something something, his main purpose being protection but instead he is this begrudgingly moody beast. hehe

[ewesless]

Goof Up Poll #1

Who left their chocolate chips for baking cookies with on the counter top when the dishwasher was running and melted 1/3 or more of the bag?

Okay, I'm going to do something a little different with this one. Drabbles! I mean, definitely vote your vote, but hear me out?

Why Solomon? He's a disaster in the kitchen, but he also is going to add some cayenne and powdered goji berries for a kick and healthy superfood twist. SOMEHOW the bag of chocolate chips melted and turnes into a solid brick. Oh well chocolate melts and evenly distributes, right? Especially with a torch! It also adds a delightfully, extra crunchy texture to the thick, flavorful crust (I'm woefully unimaginative compared to the Magic Master Chef :( These abominations would be safely removed by a stab happy, hazardous materials disposal specialist named Raphael.

Why Simeon? He's canonically a cute, old, out of touch ditz and enjoys cooking thoughtful recipes for his housemates. He would definitely keep some sweet snacky stuff like mini packs of M&M's or other hard shelled candies like Reese's Pieces as pick me ups and for Packed Lunches. So he would have a batch with cinnamon chips or butterscotch chips too. Apart from being specialized for the palate of the recipient he would put them in adorable bags with personalized labels written in his elegant script. Leviathan framed his tag, begged the others for theirs as rare memorabilia collectables and Mammon sold him his at a steep price...which he paid for on the spot. 6/7 SECURED. When he learned that Beel ate his which was devastating he demanded Beel regurgitate it OR ELSE. Fear the taste of his spicy newt chip dust fingers!!

Why Luke? Poor kid doesn't have his emotional regulation under control yet :( (I say as an old fart who doesn't either) He would be upset and also discover that the baking powder was expired and that the flour was contaminated by Solomon making his cursed pancakes so this was actually a blessing in disguise? Feeling unnerved but lucky he'd go to the store (with ??? as his chaperone, but I think he shops alone too?) and while there he would have a nice distraction by seeing inspiration for cupcakes or other little baked goods for next time. When he gets home he gets back into his groove and bakes a great batch of cookies! He calls his comfort friends and after a vent session he feels better and they suggest baking together. "How about Snickerdoodles?" He likes thick and chewy big ol' bakery style cookies.

Why Diavolo? There was a chat where he was part of a sleep away exchange at HoL (Lucifer wouldn't let him room with him 😓) and when he baked he had eggshells in it. He mistook salt for sugar and made perfectly spherical cookies in Nightbringer (they pair well with Demonus.) Diavolo's Salty Balls if Barbatos wasn't lurking nearby he would not think twice about eating the forbidden raw cookie dough and will pay the price for it tomorrow. If Barbatos was observing/teaching he would all of a sudden discover that his errors or mistakes would be magically fixed (Because sometimes Barbatos CANNOT ABIDE Diavolo making or learning from mistakes. He just can't help himself sometimes either, like a compulsion 😔) He likes crisp chocolate chip cookies, which is fortunate because that was exactly what he got.

Okay this one I have been waiting for. I am no better than the plot writers with Lucifer 😂

Why Barbatos? Barbatos does not have a dishwasher machine (he is the dishwasher) even as of OM (it was mentioned in a Sweets Masters chat that I forgot the name of 🥲) so imagine with me if you will that he was not aware that they radiate heat outside of the machine, not just in your face when you open it before the drying cycle is finished...

He has been enjoying THE HELL out of his new dishwasher this week. He's in a good mood, the Little D staff are miraculously well behaved despite now having 2+ hours freed up from no longer washing dishes by hand. Hm... (give them more breaks, please. Rest and recess is good for productivity, workplace rapport and emotional health.)

Today the Young Master's treat shall be his own recipe for Decadent Devildom Chocolate Chip Cookies.

While the ingredients are warming to room temperature he does the dirty dishes that were brought in shamefacedly by Little D no. 4 that he had hidden in the library while he was binge reading...5 days worth of them. That's forgivable because he now has an excuse to run his beautiful, large scale industrial dishwasher again! What he doesn't realize though is that it would heat the countertop. It melted his butter and chocolate chips.

Not missing a beat he melts the chocolate down in a double boiler and chills it in the refrigerator on a baking sheet (They had a refrigerator already. One mention is in the Barbatos chat that I forgot the name of with Diavolo's Opaque Mysterious Refrigerated Container) while it chills and the butter warms *properly* on a unheated surface. He goes and monitors Diavolo, anticipates that he may need to scold him. Surprisingly Diavolo is ahead of schedule! Inspection of the Little D's reveals that they have performed well above standard (because as stated R and R is goodddd) Wow....all is going well today!

The result is Chunky Chopped Chocolate Chip Cookies! Milk and Cookies for everyone to reward them for their hard work and a sweet happy ending!

Edit: Proofread your insomnia writing 6x. Better yet read it out loud! Or else you will be like me and gnash your teeth over forgotten words, disorganized sentence structure and typoes that you're still finding the next day and too tired to fully fix.

I love my super fun run on sentences and adjective overkill 😂 They make me oddly happy.

[v3nusxsky]

Hey sweetheart!! I know your probably busy with other requests at the moment but I was wondering if you can fit me in for a mortica x f!reader smut. Maybe they go to a party and r was being bratty so mortica takes them home early to deal with their desires, and shows no mercy. And maybe after it can be sweet after care with chocolate cake :) also you can add more to the story!!! BTW I really really love your work!!!! Have a good one darling ♡♡

Behaving badly 18+

*Authors note~ requests are definitely coming I just don’t want to post too much as I feel like you guys don’t see them all*

Trigger warnings~ smut bratty r dom m, mommy kink, oral, restraints, toys, orgasm denial

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^

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Nevermore always held a party for the staff at the end of every semester, a celebration of sorts for the teachers on surviving the few months. You and Morticia had been dating for months now, pretty much old news but you’d promised your boss to keep public displays of affection to a bare minimum. Little did she know that you and Tisha shared a dominant and submissive dynamic with your own rules. One of those rules being to brat in public.

With alcohol flowing and truly what you considered to be boring company, your eyes and mind began to wonder. Your girlfriend looking simply stunning tonight, her usual style of black contrasting with her pale milky white skin. Her dress showing off just enough cleavage to drive you insane. And yet she simply seemed too busy to spare you a glance. You felt your carefully crafted outfit was going unnoticed and that just wouldn’t do. So you formed a plan to gain her attention.

You started off small, texting her some spicy messages to which she short you a glare, “behave” being the message which you choose to ignore. The next step being you’d brush past her and smack her ass or grope her chest, her hands coming up to swat yours away. She tapped twice on your hand before letting it go. A clear warning. Strike two had been given, just a little further and she’d be dragging you to your shared chambers and railing you until you go dumb. You knew how jealous she could be of Larissa, so you made your way to the older woman and leaned in to whisper your plan.

That’s how you found yourself sat on her lap, snuggled in close, you and Larissa had been friends before your relationship with Tish so it felt almost natural and peaceful. Until your girlfriend approached and used her sickly sweet voice to address your friend, “it seems you got lost mon chéri, I hope you aren’t annoying our dear Rissa here.” You couldn’t help yourself, you wriggled in the blondes lap and gave your best puppy dog eyes, “I’m not am I Rissy?”

The poor blonde didn’t know where to put herself in the situation and thankfully she didn’t have to worry about it, your girlfriend displayed 3 slender fingers against her thigh. “I’m sorry Rissy I have to go” you pouted and mumbled “next time” before pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek and hoping off her lap. Larissa sat stunned as you trailed after Morticia like a love sick puppy, “what the hell was all that?” She muttered to herself before grabbing her glass of wine.

Morticia didn’t bother to address you the whole way back to your shared chambers, the excitement and nervous butterflies swarmed around your stomach. As soon as you both were over the threshold of the room the door was promptly slammed shut and your back collided with it, a hand around your throat. “What. The. Hell. Do. You. Call. That. Whore.” She punctuated each with with harsh nips to your neck. You know you shouldn’t but you felt yourself squeezing your thighs together at the degrading name.

“Oh mon chéri, no words now? What a shame because it won’t save you slut” she muttered before pulling away from your body and dragging you to the bed where she promptly stripped you of your outfit, “such a shame I had so many plans to cherish this outfit… yet you had to go and be a brat. Whoring yourself out to the headmistress. If you wanted mommy’s attention you should’ve ask!”

You remained compliant for the raven haired woman as she bound you to the bed rather tightly, clearly you’d successfully pissed her off and she wouldn’t be taking things easy on you tonight. Maybe you’d gone too far? Behaving badly wasn’t meant to be like this.

“You remember your words?” She murmured in a question not really stopping moving around the room gathering toys she wanted to use on you. “Moonlight adjust, raven stop” you whimpered, “sun is good.” Tish made a little happy sound in the back of her throat at your words, she truly had no desire to hurt you too badly, simply she loved you way too much to do so.

The moment your girlfriend settled between your thighs you could’ve cried. You’d been so desperate for her all night and finally you’d be getting something. Anything she would give you’d take and you made sure to voice that, only encouraging her plan for the night. Her tongue expertly lapped at your folds, licking and sucking to get every last drop of arousal as you moaned above her. “Oh fuck mommy yes” you whined as you felt her moan around your cunt, the vibrations aiding her pleasuring you.

Slipping two fingers into your fluttering cunt caused you to whine louder, you really needed her. You needed to cum and cum hard, she knew that of course, but what you didn’t know is she had others plans for you. She pulled her mouth from your cunt to nip and such on your pert buds, marking up the beautiful skin of your breasts until she could feel you getting close. You fought your restraints as you whimpered, “no mommy fuck I’m sorry!”

“Now you’re sorry? You weren’t sorry when you were being a slutty little brat, were you?” She purred pulling the next weapon of choice from the pile, the vibrating wand. Morticia was showing no mercy tonight, she was overwhelming you in the best ways, letting you get right to the edge before ripping it away. The wand touched to your clit until you whimpered with need, for her to take it away from you. Again and again.

When morticia tired of the wand she decided to strip her clothing also and straddle your thigh, immediately bucking her hips to grind her sopping cunt against it. She was drenching your thigh with her slick and all you could do was desperately tug at your restraints as she made herself cum all over you. “Oh fuck, such a goo whore” she panted and you couldn’t help but mewl “mommy oh god yes fuck!”

Almost as if that wasn’t enough she moved off your body selecting a dildo to tease her entrance with as you watched. The moment you saw her pussy suck the toy into it’s walls you could’ve combusted there and then. “Oh fuck mommy god you’re so wet, looks so pretty mommy” you whimpered and whined as she continued to fuck herself. Bringing herself over the edge as one hand teased her breast and the other worked the toy between her legs.

She panted removing the toy and coming up to untie you, legs shaking slightly she made sure to toss you your sleep shirt before adoring her own night wear. You lay there dumbfounded and confused, “but. Mommy?” You whimpered only to be met by her dazzling smile, “oh no whores don’t cum baby” was all she offered. You couldn’t help but throw your body back against the bed and groan, “fuck!”

With a chuckle Morticia made her way around to the little kitchen area and grabbed two generous slices of chocolate cake you’d both baked two days earlier. Joining you in bed she offered you your slice with a fork and kisses your forehead, “take your punishment mon amour, you’ll learn soon enough. I still love you very much” she reassured before taking a bite of the cake and moaning seductively. “Tishhhhh” you whined, “how am I meant to not cum when you do that!” You pouted before taking a forkful of your own slice. “Not my issue mon chéri, now behave my love.”

Word count~ 1416

[kankuroplease]

now that you linked the tsau relship and summary posts, and this tiny chili emote has warmed my heart again. and then realized i dont remember if you elaborated on the shikanaru pairing (i still remember that implied shikanarau tsau art with the frog purse 😩😩😩), sooooo... take pity on me? Pls 🥺

Chili for their spicy connection 😏

A bit nsfw so under the cut it goes~

ShikaNaru are chill fwb. It’s complicated, but it’s also not.

They were chilling, smoking, and Naruto blurted out he was horny. The rest is history and Shikamaru doesn’t regret letting him suck his dick

Shikamaru doesn’t care to be exclusive (or to have an official title) and Naruto is in his ho era, so it works out.

Naruto swears Shikamaru is his favorite and is definitely bragging about why to anyone that will listen

Shikamaru usually gets dragged into threesomes because of Naruto. He only agrees if he thinks the person is attractive too

He can’t even explain why he thinks it’s so sexy to watch Shika’s back muscles flex while he’s going at it with someone else, but it is.

He also likes tugging his hair for kisses. The pissed look on his face is so hot ngl

Both are cuddlers post sex, so there’s never a need to run. They wash off in the shower together, grab some water, and hop right into bed

Shikamaru is still baffled that Naruto thinks Sasuke’s dad’s a business man. What business man looks and behaves like that?

Shika also enjoys Naruto’s enthusiasm in all things. Brightens up his day even if he’s being a little dumb

Naruto calls Shika for the most minor reasons just to hear his voice. He’s got a sexy voice 🤤

He also crashes at Shika’s place often because he’s got a better tv and he’s not as fussy as Sasuke about cleaning up because he’s got a cleaning and laundry service.

They’re often sitting together when them and their friends get together. Everyone knows they’re fwb

Sakura, Chiha, and Tenten think they should make it official because they’re really cute together. Also naruto needs to grow up before Shikamaru realizes he can find someone else

Sasuke thinks it’s not his business but also Naruto isn’t ready for commitment. Heck, who is?

Kiba thinks it’s two pretty boys thinks it’s a dumb mistake on both ends

[pucktoxicity]

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Hi! I’m the girl who asked you about the Pia-Leah and Jack lore. I’m sorry for asking for another summary but I’m so new to hockey outside of hockey (I didn’t even realize how far and wide hockey social media went beyond team/league content, so I’m still learning).

When you have time and if you know it, could you summarize what happened with Booktok and the Kraken too?

Hello again 🥰 Don't apologize at all! This is fun for me, and I know damn well that what happened did get outside of booktok, but also, stayed pretty insular to booktok and the few hockey accounts that had posted about it. I can't take credit for this summary, though, it all goes to one of my lovely friends and trusted sources for graciously answering another one of my dms asking her for information, so here goes:

and buckle up, this one will be even longer than the pia and jack lore summary. 😁

KEY PLAYERS:

kierra lewis (28 year old booktok creator who went viral for her reactions to sex scenes in books)

dr. emily rath (author of pucking around)

the seattle kraken / their admin, specificlly on tiktok

felicia wennberg (wife of now-rangers forward / former seattle kraken forward alex wennberg)

THE LORE:

kierra exploded in popularity on tik tok after a few of her reactions to sex scenes in books started racking up millions and millions of views

she was being sent PR left and right from publishing companies, authors, etc. to boost interest in books, their spicy scenes, and their characters* and one of those books happened to be, you guessed it, pucking around by emily rath

it's argued still whether she was told by her followers or by emily that the kraken was the inspiration for the characters in pucking around, (my source was told that when she began speaking with emily, emily had told her what players on the kraken inspired which character), but she started fancasting its characters as kraken characters, including alex wennberg, and so did her followers

kierra began to post a lot about the kraken, and caught their admin's attention, so much so that they flew her out to a game, gave her a custom jersey with BOOKTOK on the name plate, and got her premier glass seats at climate pledge [note: this had gotten her in trouble before this whole shitshow whirlwind even went down, because she was saying the most insane shit through the camera hole in the glass, and many people thought it was weird, such as "you can score in all three of my holes." that's a real thing she said, confidently, and filmed herself saying it]

she was posting really lewd things about wennberg on tik tok, and in his comments, and in doing so, her fans started doing it. worse, the kraken's admin was encouraging the behavior, posting thirst traps of the players, saying things like "this is for you, booktok 😉🌶😍" and it started getting out of hand, quickly, as you can guess

THE DRAMA:

at one point, felicia had enough of it (as she should), and posted an assortment of comments left on her social media and her husband's and said that while she'd made jokes and said things, a line had been crossed. she explained that since alex is her husband, she had a right, but when it went too far, she was going to speak out

alex had expressed discomfort at something one of kierra's followers had said, no one listened when felicia said okay, haha, no more, including the kraken social team because it was doing numbers for them, promoting the team, etc., and felicia snapped, and called them out

kierra's name was, of course, in the screenshots of over-the-line comments, and not covered by the text felicia had written on her instagram stories, so people (rightfully so, in my opinion, because she's fucking gross, and behaves BIZARRELY toward men) started going after kierra, and the shitstorm began

it should be pointed out that when felicia made her posts, if kierra had just apologized and let it be, none of this shit would have happened, but she didn't. she said that "she had been the one to make the nhl relevant" (that is a REAL QUOTE, you guys) and "make a small sport like hockey become important again" (also a real quote, because apparently to her, a $42 billion league is irrelevant), and that "people were just coming after the queen of booktok," which she later claimed she'd never said

people were pissed. a lot of people agreed with felicia, because no one, especially not a 28-year-old with a fully formed frontal lobe, would behave like that toward professional athletes, and kierra's spiral began.

when the kraken unfollowed kierra on all platforms and so did a lot of booktokers, her followers, and authors who didn't want to be involved with her drama, she switched gears. instead of blaming people being sensitive or "unable to take a joke," she started claiming that felicia was coming after her because of her skin tone (not true, felicia was going after the primary perpetrator of the weirdness, and the woman who she'd asked repeatedly to stop, and that the comments and jokes were making their family uncomfortable. in short, felicia and alex revoked consent to alex being the "wankbank of booktok", and kierra didn't listen or care)

IT GETS WORSE. once kierra switched to the statement that felicia's discomfort and remarks that what was happening was sexual harrassment was racially motivated, kierra's most loyal followers started going after not just felicia, but alex. there are running jokes online that swifties/k-pop fans are cruel, but kierra's fans gave them a run for her money, commenting that they hope felicia gets beat to death, that their kids get r****d, the list goes on, all in kierra's defense.

THE SCANDAL:

when kierra started claiming this was all because of her race, everything went off, and other black creators were infuriated that she was using her skin tone as a deflection of her bad behavior, along with many POC creators who felt it was a "deflection of accountability"

the longer she kept it up and refused to just apologize, let it go, and move on, the more people began digging. guess what they found? kierra's obnoxious reactions to books (including pucking around, which gained so much publicity from kierra's videos that dr. rath got picked up by a publishing company), were PAID. her media kit (what creators will e-mail or send to companies who want to pay them for content, in this case, bookish promotional content) with her prices for reaction videos was released to the masses. HERE are her prices for her reactions:

(and importantly, her paid content was not being disclosed as paid content. especially the many videos she made on emily rath's behalf, who put her onto hockey, the kraken, and to some, started this whole mess, which meant kierra was breaking the law). so now that this was leaked, what else did the masses find?

kierra had been invited to a NASCAR race and made two different drivers uncomfortable with the way she'd spoken to them and acted around them, so much so that one of them blocked her

she had made two or three players on the savannah bananas uncomfortable with her commentary on their looks and bodies, and her bizarre sexual remarks

she had previously called male-male romances and LGBTQIA+ romances "kinky" and "her favorite freaky pleasure" (maybe don't fetishize people loving who they want to love) and simply deleted the video and later comments asking why she took it down

that she had entered into a contract with the kraken. unspoken or physical, even my source doesn't know, but a contract nonetheless to post content promoting the team and its players in exchange for... we don't know that either, but that happened (and dissolved when all of this took place)

and that is the summary of everything that happened with kierra lewis and booktok. if you follow her, or like her, congratulations, but i'd advise you stay away if you don't. booktok isn't the first community online that she's used to make a profit, and won't be the last, and her frequently problematic behavior is not something i want any of you guys seeing or dealing with, because it's incredibly exhausting and frustrating. 💋

[yayaidea]

Man, Jealous Too

written by Chakriya PHOU

illustrated by Lina LONG

Chili is spicy; woman is always jealous…

It is a song sang by Ros Sereysothea and other famous two singers.

My husband laughs when he hears this song.

I like this song. I always display it in the evening.

In my opinion, woman loves her man truly that’s why she is always jealous when she see her husband is close with another girl. Man does not understand. He usually blames wife that her mind is narrow. My husband likes to say this to me too.

I and my husband got married for two years but we don’t have kid yet.

Everyday, he goes to work, and I stay at home with a young niece – she is daughter of my cousin.

A neighbor of mine has a son. He is about two years old. When my husband is off, I usually take the kid home and take him back to his parent before my husband arrives.

Everytime I bring baby, I put him on our bed. I was told that if I want a baby, I should bring baby to play on bed. It is a belief of Cambodian.

My husband does not know about the kid.

One day, he comes home early.

I am in bedroom. I do not know that he arrives. I am having fun with the kid.

Suddenly, the door is pushed. I am shock. As I turn face to the door, I see my husband is standing there. His face is red like fire, at first, then he shows surprise expression.

Behind him, it is my niece. Her face is pale.

“What’s matter?” I say.

“No, nothing,” my husband shakes head, then he walks off the room.

I carry the baby. I take him back to his parents.

When I come back, I call my niece.

“What happened with your uncle?” I ask.

My niece narrates.

When my husband came home, he did not see me, so he asked her where I was. Then she said, “Auntie is in the room with young man.”

She says following me; I usually call the kid, ‘young man’.

Suddenly, my husband tied his eyebrows. He ran to the bedroom. He kicked the door to open.

I laugh after hearing.

I did not know that my husband is like this.

He misunderstood about the word ‘young man’; he thought I cheated on him with another guy.

“Aunt, I never see uncle is angry like last moment,” my niece says. “He was really angry. His face was red. He ran like storm and he kicked the door hardly. I was scared when I saw him. The door lock is broken.”

I smile.

I call to locksmith to replace new lock for my bedroom’s door.

I stay silent. My husband is embarrassed, but he tries to behave normally. At night, when we go to bed, my husband asks, “Today, you do not play the song?”

“No,” I say.

“Why?”

“Because now I know that not only woman is jealous but also man is.”

My husband smiles. As he turns off the light, he whispers, “I want a kid.”

[clonecyare]

Can i get a 15 with a fem!reader and Howzer?

15. shower sex + Howzer

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Howzer totally discovers his kink for shower sex thanks to you

You'd been in the shower and "forgotten something" so called on Howzer to bring it in

He can't stop staring, he's seen you naked countless times but something about this was different, was *hot*

You caught him staring and just grinned

"Well, are you going to join me or what?"

This man strips off so fast

He's under the warm water and pressed up against your back

You can already feel his cock, hard and pressing against your back and it ignites a fire in your core

He behaves at first, just pressing up against you as he meticulously cleans your skin with foamy soap, starting at your shoulders and working down

At first it seems like maybe he's just genuinely lost in helping you clean off

But then he sims to his knees and looks up at you with a wickedly grin, lifting one leg over his shoulder

You barely have time to brace yourself against the wall before his tongue is working between your folds

The water is cascading beautifully down his face, which is currently buried in your cunt and teasing your clit

You're arching against he wall, grasping at his short hair and tugging but it just makes him moan against you

He thinks you looks stunning like that, arched up and mewling with water running down your skin

He can't help but but stare up at you with doting eyes as you cum

And really you think he looks far too soft and smitten for his current position

Which is now working you open with three expert fingers while he sucks your sensitive clit gently

When he finally gets off his knees and presses his weeping cock into you, he's pressing your front across the cold tile

This man is a boob man, so naturally one hand is between your and the wall, teasing your nipples as he fucks into you harshly

"That's it cyar'ika, you take my cock so well"

"Are you gonna cum all over my cock darling? And after I got you so nice clean as well."

His filthy mouth combined with the harsh way he pounds you into the wall have you coming in no time, clenching around his cock

It's all he needs to be tipped over the edge, spilling into you

Howzer also likes fucking you in the shower sometimes because there's far less cleanup

As quickly as his release slips down your thighs it's washed away by warm water

He showers your face and neck with soft kisses and whispers his praises

Bonus: since your legs are like jelly Howzer always wraps you up in a fluffy towel and makes a show of drying you off - it's very cute

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[eeunoia]

Hi. Can I request a Jay fic just like Ni-ki's in "Enhypen as Campus Hearthrobs" and can it be with Sunghoon? Tysm <3

I love your stories so much. Take care always! I love you 💜

hello bb, here you go! Jay’s kind of a playboy here. But still the concept is still there. Btw, enjoy! Thank you so much for requesting anon! Ily <3

ENHYPEN Imagines

pairing: jay park x reader

summary: you were in love with the campus playboy and he wanted nothing but plain hook ups.

warning: a bit spicy.

word count: 5.5k

a/n: It was long, lmao sorry. This was a request from the concept of Niki’s in my campus heart-throb series. You guys seems like to love his plot a lot because this was the second time it was requested. Anyway, enjoy reading this!  🌸

“Y/n!” you rolled your eyes when you heard the voice of your brother from outside of your room. Instead of responding, you continued flipping through the pages of the book you were holding and ignored him.

“Y/n!” he once again called out and you can’t hold it anymore so you shoot glares towards your door.

“What do you want?” you hissed at him.

“Aren’t you at least gonna send me off? Give me some hug or something?” you’re not quite sure if he’s being sincere or he’s trying to piss you off.

You let go of the book and marched towards the door to open it. There, in front of you was your twin brother, all dressed up, ready to go out and party.

“You should know that’s the last thing I would want to do, Jake Sim!” you glared hardly at him.

He sighed, “I’m not bringing you tonight.” his decision was firm as he put both of his hands inside his leather jacket then leaned over the wall.

You let out a frustrated sigh, “Why not? I promised to behave tonight.” you looked straight to his serious eyes.

Jake shut his eyes for a while before he let out a sigh, “No. I want to party hard tonight and I cannot do that if all I can think about is my sister.”

He was always the protective brother. Maybe the fact that he went out minutes earlier than you gave him an instinct that he’s older and that he has to protect you at all cost.

You pursed your lips and leaned over your door frame and stare at him. “You don’t even need to look after me. I have friends there too and besides, Jay will be there!” your voice sound so excited when Jay’s name went out from your mouth.

Jake’s stares became more serious as he eyed you. He was pretty much aware about your feelings towards one of his best friends. He’s not against it but he also not saying he won’t interfere if it’s already hurting you.

He clenched his jaw, stares not leaving you, “Jay won’t be able to look after you as well. He’s gonna get laid tonight, y/n.” he straightly told you. When it comes to the activities of his friends, he was not gonna lie about them. If anything, you need to be aware that Jay isn’t the type of guy who will settle with one girl.

You gulped, trying to get rid of the lump inside your throat and to mask out the sudden pain that took over your chest. You knew about how wild of a teen-ager Jay is and how hard it is to handle him. But you also think that if you give up on him pretty much quickly, it wouldn’t be worth it.

“What taking you guys so long?” both of your heads snapped over to the person who just appeared at the hallway.

It was Park Sunghoon, one of the best friends of your twin brother. He’s looking so handsome as always, seems like he’s also ready to party hard tonight. You rolled your eyes inside your mind, you don’t want to think about how many girls will he get tonight. You bet they will kneel before him without him even asking.

There’s a mischievous smile plastered over his face as he eyed his friend then over at you. His eyes then went over to your pajamas and it now furrowed hardly.

“Why are you in your pj’s, y/n?” he asked confused as he walked closer to you.

You pouted and looked back over to your brother. Jake looked over his friend, “She’s not coming.” he said right away that made both you and Sunghoon to look at him.

“What? Why?” Sunghoon asked and stood beside you like as if he’s on your side. Well, he is always taking your side.

“She just can’t, dude. I wanna party hard tonight.” Jake huffed out a stressed groan as Sunghoon slowly smiled at him.

“I can look after her.” he volunteered that made you smile widely and you looked at him.

He smirked and winked at you that made you chuckle a bit. Jake watch the two of you and he rolled his eyes.

“Dude, I’m serious.”

“I am too. You can have your fun tonight and I can take care of your sister.” You smiled widely at Jake while you stood beside Sunghoon then you even cling your hand over to his firm arms.

“I promise to behave.” you added.

Jake’s stares exchange from Sunghoon and you then he let out a sigh of defeat that made a grin appeared over to your face. “Fine. Hurry up and get change.” he said and rolled his eyes.

You cheered in happiness and went to him to give him a hug before going inside your room. The two followed you with their eyes, smile slowly spreading through their faces.

“Look at her, she forgot to close the door of her room. How stupid...” Jake mumbled and slowly shut your door for your privacy as they patiently wait outside.

Jake eyed Sunghoon who’s now busy with his phone. “Dude, I swear. You asked for this. You have to take care of her and promise not to hook up tonight.”

Sunghoon raised his gaze up to him then he gave him this assuring smile, “I got her, don’t worry. I won’t blink while looking after her.” he said.

Jake smiled and nodded his head raising his fist towards him for a bro fist. Minutes passed and you finally went out looking great as well. Of course, you’re Jake Sim’s sister. Good genes ran through your blood.

As you made your way out of your house, your smile grew bigger when you saw a familiar fancy car parked right outside. While you approach closer, the window of the driver’s seat rolled down and the face of the boy you’re crazy with appeared.

He looked amazing as always, his all black outfit sure makes him look dangerously hot and his stares pierced towards you making chills ran down through your whole system.

“Why is she coming, Jake?” Jay’s stares were fixed at you and you didn’t break the eye contact as well. You even raised your eyebrow at him.

“Sunghoon said he will look after her, don’t worry.” your brother answered as he went straight to ride the passenger seat.

You put your tongue out over at Jay to tease him as Sunghoon opened the door for the back seat, offering it to you. He was smirking as he watch you tease Jay.

Jay scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Just don’t expect me to babysit for her. She’s all yours, Park Sunghoon.” he said and you just entered his car while Sunghoon followed after you.

“It’s okay, I’m planning to behave tonight.” you smiled and you saw how he looked at you through the mirror and Jake turned his head towards you.

He raised his pointer finger and point it at you, “Don’t make Sunghoon have a hard time.” he reminded you with those serious looking eyes.

You sighed and rolled your eyes before shoving away his hand. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

You didn’t notice that Jay was still watching you and he slowly shake his head from side to side. He doubt it that you’ll behave. If Jake’s the nice one, you’re the stubborn twin. You just don’t listen to anyone and you often push his buttons.

You can hear the loud music even from the outside of the house. Since the person who’s organizing this was pretty famous in throwing great parties, people sure go here to have fun. You’ve been in a lot of parties already, this isn’t the first time.

You were walking between Jake and Sunghoon. Jay was in front of you, walking like he’s in a fashion show. Eyes followed him shamelessly. He was used to it, it was almost like it’s part of his daily life.

Your face showed a displeased expression how a girl flirt with Jay. He seems to recognized her because he stopped to talk to her. Since you’re behind, you have no choice but to stop as well--or that’s what you rather want your brother to think.

You felt a hand rested over your shoulder so you turn and saw your brother. He leaned closer to tell you something, “I’ll go party now. Remember, behave.”

You rolled your eyes and raised your hand to show him an okay sign. He starred at you for a while.

“I’m warning you. Create a problem, Sunghoon’s dragging you out of here.” he added before messing your hair before leaving.

Sunghoon chuckled behind you so you turned towards him. He smiled and looked down at you, “Ready to party?” he asked.

You smirked and bite your lower lip before nodding your head. He cheered playfully before grabbing your hand to drag you somewhere. Your eyes unconsciously looked for Jay since he’s the main reason why you wanted to be here.

You saw him now sitting over a couch, a girl was hovering above him. They were having an intense making out session. You starred at them blankly, not completely surprised by the situation. It wasn’t new for you anymore.

Sunghoon stopped from his tracks and followed your line of sight. He scoffed and pull his hand away from your hand then relocate it over your waist.

“Let’s get you drunk first and then you can bother him.” he whispered at you, lips slightly touching your ears as he talk. His suggestion sounds fine so you turned over him with a smirk over your face.

“What if I cause a problem? I’m wild when I’m drunk.” it’s not like he’s not aware of your drunk state. Of course, he was well awared about it.

He smirked before he turned towards the drinks to get both of you some. He then looked over at you, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle you if he can’t.” he said and pointed Jay using his chin.

You chuckled and accepted the drink he was giving you. The night continued and the people in that party just increased just like the number of shots you took. After your fifth shot, you can feel yourself starting to feel hot already. You fan yourself as you turned over to Jay. He wasn’t there anymore, panic took over you for a while but Sunghoon tried to calm you down.

“He went to the bathroom. You should follow and stop them.” he have this sly smirk, messing up with Jay sure sounds funny for him.

You nodded your head and was about to take another shot but Sunghoon held your wrist, stopping you, “Nah-uh. You already had five shots. The sixth one will be deadly.” he said smiling.

“You should go. If you need anything, you can find me here.”

You pouted but followed what he said. You stood up and even if eyes were darted at you, you ignored them. Your mind was fixed over to the guy who’s probably planning to bang someone at the bathroom.

You gulped when you arrived in front of it. Your fist balled as you hear soft whimpers and grunting from inside. You want so bad to just barge in and pull that girl away from Jay.

After letting out a heavy sigh, you knocked furiously at the door. They didn’t responded so you repeated it once again, now a bit harder to make sure they heard it. Since the music was so loud, you were afraid that the two was so immerse with their lusts.

“Occupied!” you heard a girl shouted from inside. You clenched your jaw as your eyes pierced over at the door. Imagining Jay’s hand wrapped around her body just made your blood boil.

“Jay! Sunghoon left me!” you shouted from outside.

Suddenly, the whimpers was stopped and in just an instance, the door opened. The first one you saw was Jay,  his used to be neat black polo was now crumpled and you can see lipstick stains over his neck. Your eyes then darted over to the girl at the back, she was glaring at you while she fix her dress. You rolled your eyes at her before looking back at Jay.

“What the fuck are you doing here, y/n?” he sound so frustrated as he ran his hand once over to his sweat stained hair.

You pouted, “I was getting a drink and when I turned around I can’t find Sunghoon anymore.” you lied to him.

The girl slowly approaches Jay as she kept her glares at you. You ignored her because she don’t matter to you anyway, you’re just glad that you stopped them even before they can do the did.

You heard Jay muttered soft curses, “How many did you have?” Jay asked you that made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked because you didn’t quiet catch it.

He sighed, eyes darkly darted at you, “Shots... how many?”

You raised your hand showing him five fingers. He shut his eyes for a while before he turned towards the girl behind him and his other hand reached over your wrist.

A smile then slowly appeared over your face. A winning grin was present at your beautiful face when you turned towards the girl.

“I need to take care of her first.” Jay said firmly that made a displeased expression appear over her face.

“But--”

“See you around.” he didn’t even let her finish her sentence and he turned over at you. His eyes were dark as always.

“I knew this would happen. I told Jake to fucking not bring you.” he mumbled to himself but you managed to hear it anyway.

He pulled you over to a less crowded part of the house before he fished his phone. Maybe to call Sunghoon or something.

You stood just in front of him and let yourself enjoy the sight. He looked extra hot after his hair was all messed up and the first three of his polo was now open letting you have a sneak peak of his chest.

You gulped, feeling your cheeks burn because of the thoughts that taking over you. As you continued checking him out as you hear frustrated groans from him, still at his phone. Your mouth fell a bit open as you saw the bulge over his pants. Oh... you interrupted something.

You gulped and starred back at his face. He was hardly furrowing his brows, “Fucker’s not answering his phone.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

He glanced at you for a while, brows still hardly furrowed, “Help me with what?” he asked still focused with his phone.

He was about to dial somebody again but you advanced towards him and rested your hand at his erection. Jay was taken aback, he do know about how you feel but you never done this before. You were never this bold to him. His hand rested over your shoulder, ready to push you away from him before you can do something you will regret.

But Jay had lose it when you look up at him and he saw how your eyes were so innocent. Despite of your actions, your eyes was big and seems like clueless of the situation. It drives him crazy.

His breath hitched as he raised his head up, shutting his eyes and trying to breath heavily. You leaned closer and rested your face near his neck, breath fanning over to his skin.

“Damn it, y/n. Stop.” he was about to push you away because he’s slowly losing his mind.

You didn’t back away and moved your hand over to his shoulders. Jay stared down at you, slightly getting pissed after your hand left his erection.

“Y/n you don’t want this.” he said with a low voice, eyes completely darted at you.

You leaned closer, your lips were just inches away from each other. Both of your noses slightly touching each other. Your eyes were fixed over his slightly parted lips and Jay’s was just at your eyes.

His mind was clouded with a lot of bad thoughts about you. The wall he had created between you and him was slowly being broken down by you. Not even once does the thought of you initiating this had occurred to him. Between the two of you, he was the corrupted one. For him, you’re just an innocent little kitten.

“You sure?” was it the liquor? or is it the jealousy that drives you to do this? You have no idea, all you know is you love being this close to him.

His scent was invading your nose as your body felt hot close to him. Jay’s dangerous, you know it. But he’s the kind of danger you want to be involve with.

Your eyes trailed from his lips up to his eyes as your hand slowly cupped his face, “Because I really want this Jay--” you didn’t even have the time to finish your sentence when Jay cursed under his breath and pulled you over the bathroom where he just went out moments ago.

He pushed you inside, body dangerously close to each other. He kicked the door close and click the lock before carrying you. He placed you over the sink as he connect his lips at yours.

“Fuck y/n.” he mumbled between the kisses.

You hissed and groaned at the feeling of his lips over yours. You didn’t expect this would happen tonight. Jay’s hand moved from your face down over to your waist.

You pulled away and Jay was smirking at you, “I’m gonna ruin you tonight, y/n.” he mumbled that made your heart thump.

As he leaned over your neck, your fist balled and your eyes shut. You were very nervous since this is your first time and you didn’t really expect to lose your virginity in a bathroom.

Jay, as expected was professional at this thing. He knew where to kiss you to make you feel good but your slightly shaking body didn’t slip off from him.

He reached over your wrists and pushed you a bit away from him. His eyes were serious as he eye you now.

“You’re shaking.” he said, disappointment lures over his tone.

You gulped, lips trembling a bit as you try to compose a sentence. You can’t deny that you are nervous.

“I w-was just--” Jay cut you off as he took off his leather jacket and silently cover rested it over your shoulder.

“I can’t hook up with you when you’re acting like this.” he said. You were left silent.

Not because he said he ain’t gonna do it but because of what you heard. Hook up? Your eyes watered as you let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Hook up?”

Jay eyed you as he fixed the buttons of his black polo, running his hand over to his hair once.

“Yeah, what do you think? I still don’t like you, y/n. I never did.” his word rings inside your head and you felt your heart sank.

You’re so stupid for thinking that he will take you seriously just because he pulled you inside a bathroom to have sex. Of course, Jay was known for being a notorious playboy in your campus. You should’ve known better.

“And you really pull me here just to get in my pants?” your tears streamed down your face now. Jay looked at you blankly like as if it doesn’t bother him.

“Well you asked for it, didn’t you? You were basically throwing yourself at me--” your hand hardly slapped Jay’s face after you went down the sink.

You starred angrily at him, tears still pooling your eyes. You felt pathetic, you feel sorry for yourself for being this desperate.

“Screw you.” and you turn your back at him without saying anything anymore.

Jay clenched his jaw as he watch you walking out. He didn’t know but the slap did something to him.

You’re a bit still clouded with thoughts when you met Sunghoon’s eyes. He was flirting with this one girl but when he saw your face, his smile fell and he left the girl right away to approach you.

“Hey, what happened? Did he do something to you?” he asked worriedly.

You pursed your lips and gulped trying to get rid of the lump inside your throat. You wiped the tears away, “I wanna go home, please.”

Sunghoon didn’t know what to feel when he heard your voice crack a bit. He sighed heavily, slightly regretting that he send you to go after Jay. He fixed Jay’s jacket that was resting over your shoulders before he guided you outside the house.

It’s been a week already and you were trying so hard to avoid Jay. It was kind of hard because he’s basically everywhere you are since he’s friends with your brother. They often hang out at your house and you stay at your room during those time.

Jake noticed that you were avoiding him but he just shrugged it off since maybe you just had enough of the chase. He’s somewhat happy about it because he doesn’t have to worry for you being hurt by his playboy friend.

On the other hand, you were spending most of your times with Sunghoon. Lately, you two just became more close to each other. He’s always fun to be with but since he always accompany you, he became even more entertaining for you.

“What’s up babe?” he was smirking as he called you with that playful endearment he kept teasing you with.

You rolled your eyes but did your handshake with him before you plopped down beside him. Jake didn’t give much attention to the two of you because he was used to it. But Jay was different. He starred at the two of you with hawk-eye like eyes. His brows furrowed as he watch Sunghoon rested his hand over to your waist to pull you closer to him because he wanted to whisper something.

His jaw clenched as an unfamiliar emotion took over him. Were you guys always this touchy with each other? And Jake was fine with it?

He then eyed Jake who’s busy eating his food while chatting with Heeseung. He, then roamed his eyes to their other friends to see if he’s the only one thinking that you and Sunghoon is flirting right now.

Feeling a bit frustrated, he lost his appetite and just played with his food. Your giggles and Sunghoon's laughs ringed inside his mind and it just made him pissed even more.

He knew he had said that he never liked you but maybe that’s not the case? Maybe he’s just afraid of how crazy he’s gonna end up if he lets you into his system? Yeah... maybe that was it. He really liked you and you being the sister of one of his good friends created a boundary he made his-self.

“Hyung, you okay?” Jungwon had noticed how Jay hardly played with his food and how his brows were hardly furrowed.

“Huh?” Jay asked finally snapping back to his senses.

“You were playing with your food.” he said and even pointed the food using his chin.

He eyed it and he just let out a sigh. He stood up and decided to leave first. The boys were eyeing him weirdly. Jake had also noticed that something’s up with his friend. Lately, he’s not like his usual self.

“Did you had a fight with Jay?” Jake suddenly blurted out while you two were chilling at your living room.

You tried hiding your surprised reacting by covering your face with the book you were holding. Your feet were rested over your brother’s thighs as he sat beside you, watching television.

“No.” you answered.

If you’re gonna be honest, you kind of miss Jay. You missed hanging out with him. You messed his pissed off face whenever you follow him around and cling unto him. But you also think you had enough, he had made his self clear that he don’t have feelings for you.

“Really? He seems like not himself lately.”

Hearing that made your heart thump faster but you tried to shrug it off once again.

Your head snapped over the door when you heard your door bell rang. Even before Jake can stand up to go and open it, you stand up.

“Are you expecting someone?” he asked curiously.

“That’s Sunghoon! He’s gonna sleep here tonight, we’re gonna watch movies.” Jake just watched how you opened the door for his friend completely abondoning him.

“Where’s Sunghoon?” you asked Jake as you walked down the stairs, finger combing your hair.

Jake looked over you and he furrowed his brows as he gave you an elevator look. “On his way here... you look great.” he complimented you.

You smiled after muttering a soft thank you and held a leather jacket by your other free hand. His eyes darted over it.

“Is that Jay’s?” he asked you. You blushed and you panicked a bit but you tried to compose yourself once again.

“Yeah he let me borrow it last last week. I’m gonna return it to him now.” you said.

He just gave you a nod, “He’s outside,”

You nodded as well and walked yourself out. You’re partying tonight again and you decided to return his jacket to him. You had forgotten about this and while you’re fixing your room, you found it.

“Hey,” you softly called out.

Jay's eyes sparkled as he eyed you walking closer to him. He doesn’t know how to contain his excitement, you just talked to him again after that incident. He was actually so happy.

“Hey.” he greeted, trying to keep his cool.

You sighed and handed him his leather jacket. His brows furrowed and slowly reached for it.

“I forgot to return it, I’m sorry.” you plainly said and turned your back ready to leave him.

Jay doesn’t what got into him but he quickly grabbed you by your wrist.

“Are we good?” he asked you, lips ran over to his lower lip.

You starred over his eyes and you smiled. Even if you’re in front of him smiling, Jay felt your coldness lingers around you. You were cold towards him like as if he doesn’t matter for you at all.

“Yeah, of course.” Lies. You were lying.

Not really feeling okay about the situation, you were planning to get away but Jay held unto you tighter.

He was about to say something but you both heard someone talk.

“Hey sorry if I was late. I had to look for someone who will accompany Yeji for tonight.” it was Sunghoon. You pulled your wrist away from him as you playfully shoot glares at him.

“You’re just slow, Park Sunghoon.” you said and you heard him laugh before he wrapped his arms around your shoulder.

Jay clenched his jaw as he stare at the two of you. He couldn’t handle it but he knew he was at fault why all of this was happening. He’s the one to blame why the girl he loves hates him now.

Jake went out afterwards and you all went inside Jay’s car. Jake was at the driver’s seat while you and Sunghoon was at the back. The drive was silent until Jake decided to break it.

“Oh I remember, I really had a hard time sleeping last night.” he said that caught all of your attention.

Jay was clueless about the situation so he just kept his mouth shut and decided to just listen.

“You two should try and lower your voices. I was at the other room but I can still hear you. It’s annoying, you know.”

Sunghoon laughed and so did you. Jay on the other hand was gripping tightly at the steering wheel. He wanted so bad to stop the car and punch Sunghoon right there.

Jake shake his head acting like as if he was really disappointed at the two of you.

“Blame Sunghoon, Jakey. He’s such a baby.” you joked and laughed again.

“What? I told you I can’t take horror movies so well but you still insisted and it’s not like I’m the only one screaming! You were loud too.”

You two continued bickering as Jay spaced out. His grip slowly loosen up as he realized he was being dirty minded and actually thought Sunghoon and you did it.

When you arrived at the party, Jay was planning nothing but to have his eyes at you. He’s not gonna hook up or even look at other girls. It’s not like he ever did the past week because ever since he realized his true feelings for you, he stopped fooling around with other girls.

The night was pretty much going smooth, not until a girl approached Jay and he was trying to reject her in a nicest way. But the situation appeared differently for you, he seems like flirting for you so you can’t help but to feel bad.

Your eyes started to water, you had a couple of shots already so your emotions were getting the most of you.

“Hey doll face, why are you crying?” Sunghoon asked, making you face him. Now, you’re not facing Jay anymore.

Sunghoon laughed at your crying face before he leaned closer to fix your slowly getting messed up mascara, he was too close that you two were almost like kissing.

That was Jay had seen and he exploded. He couldn’t take it anymore and before you even knew it, Sunghoon was already at the floor.

“Jay! Oh my gosh, Sunghoon! Are you okay?” you asked and was about to go help him but a pair of strong arms wrapped over your waist to carry you.

You tried freeing yourself but you failed. He managed to bring you inside his car and his jaw clenched hardly after sitting down at the driver’s seat.

“Are you out of your mind? You punched Sunghoon!” Jay was pissed and you defending his friend just made him pissed even more.

He darkly looked over you, “He was kissing you!” he shouted that made you shut silent for a while.

Your brows furrowed, “What? No he wasn’t!”

“I’m not blind!”

“He was really not kissing me and if he is, then so what? So what if he’s kissing me, Jay?” you said, tone sounding a but challenging.

He clenched his jaw, “I don’t want you kissing someone else.”

You scoffed at him, “You have no right saying that.” and you were ready to go out of his car but Jay stopped you.

He snaked his arms over your waist and carry you to place you carefully over his lap.

“You're not going anywhere, y/n.” he mumbled under his breath that made your knees go weak.

You rested both of your hands over his chest for support. Silence took over both of you, eyes just starring at one another.

“I’m not planning to hook up with you, Jay.” you tried making yourself clear.

He licked his lower lip as his eyes trailed over your lips. “I am too.”

Your brows furrowed, “Then what is this?”

His eyes went back to you and you can’t explain how your heart thumped faster when you saw his eyes starring lovingly at you.

“This is me trying to confess to you.” he mumbled that made you pursed your lips together.

“I’m in love with you.”

You were surprised of course, you’re refusing to believe him but his eyes just makes it a bit more hard not to.

“I-Impossible.” he helped you sat to him properly, both of your legs over his sides then his large hands held unto your thin waist.

“You don’t know how crazy I am to you, y/n.” he mumbled, face leaned closer to you and now claiming your neck. His lips peppered you with soft feathery kisses.

“I was a fool for hurting you. Forgive me,” he said sincerely between his kisses.

You lose it as you shut your eyes, head tilting over to the side giving him more access. You hitched your breath, a low groan letting out.

“I love you.” you said that made Jay’s heart jump in excitement.

He smirked as he suck unto your neck, leaving a mark before he pull away to claim your lips.

“I love you more, baby.”

“Where were you?” Jake asked when you entered the party again. You saw Sunghoon and he was holding an ice over to his cheeks.

He smirked at you but his grin grew wider when a tall figure appeared behind you. The party continued like as if no commotion happened a while ago. You went inside and found your brother and his friends at one of set of couches at the living room.

“I w-went out for fresh air.” you reasoned out to your brother.

Sunghoon scoffed as he eye your neck, a couple of hickeys were visible but the party light makes it quite hard to see. He smirked as he saw Jay’s hand possessively rested over your waist.

“Did you fix her mascara, Jay? I was just helping her, you know?” Sunghoon said, a sly smile plastered over his face.

Soon, the boy’s eyes were darted over the two of you. Your brother’s brows furrowed in confusion and he just noticed Jay’s hand.

“Shut up, Sunghoon.” he said, smirking.

Jake smirked too, finally getting the situation, “You fucker, what did you do to my sister?” he jokingly said and pushed his shoulder a bit.

Jay looked at you for a while before he kissed your temple gently then he smiled warmly. His eyes looked at you with full affection and love.

“I just claimed what’s mine.”

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what the fuck I--why is some of this actually so relatable oh no

that is fucking awful. i am so sorry.

oh yeah. hindi as a second language at school, absolute fucking nightmare. even the kids whose native tongue was hindi couldn't do well in the exams. thank SOMEONE i switched to french. it's so bad because i learned more hindi speaking to north indian folks for a few days than I did in ten years of hindi education. someone fix the system.

not even in families. everyone hates each other especially in families.

SUGAR CANEEEEE.

yeah it's. so many cows. I usually forget the word cow now though, because I point them out to roxie, my doggy lil sister, and my mum and I call them moo-moos to her. we say look locho/roxie, a moo-moo! and she'll stare out of the car to watch it go by.

OH THIS. THIS. LIKE BIO? MEDICINE. LEFT BIO? ENGINEERING. I BEEN THERE.

EYYYYY FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENTS UNITE!

Oh dear god I know this isn't true of every family but. But. It is very common, yes. Have I experienced it? Yes. Yes, I have.

Take a virtual hug right back.

Oh yeah it depends on the area.

Point stands, I love you maggots.

PANI PURI I LOVE WHEN I FIND NON-SPICY PANI-PURI. AND THE GRILLED CORN YES IT'S NOT LIKE AMERICAN CORN, IT'S INDIAN CORN AND IT'S CALLED BUTTA I BELIEVE? THEY ROAST THEM ON LIL CARTS.

Doggies!! They're much better behaved than humans, and this is a global phenomenon.

I have got to watch more Indian films.

YOU NEED TO SEE SOME MORE DESERTED BEACHES IN KERALA I WENT ON HOLIDAY THERE YEARS AGO. PRISTINE. EMPTY.

Sigh

Sigh

traffic suggestions more like traffic you can follow these suggestions if you want to but please don't feel pressured no one else is going to anyway

Now that I'm sober, I'll have to revise that, we also have a fucked up healthcare system, better than America for sure, but fucked in a different way.

YES. HOLY SHIT. LIKE DAMN OKAY I GET THAT I'M BUTCHERING YOUR LANGUAGE, BUT WHO FUCKING RAISED ME? YOU. WHY DIDN'T YOU TEACH ME THEN? WHY IS IT MY FAULT NOW? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LEARN IF ALL YOU DO IS LAUGH--

Still true.

YES AUTOS. YES RAIN. LOVE AUTOS LOVE RAIN.

Oh yeah. The caste system is fucked up and very much still there, whatever they try to tell you.

SO TRUE THOUGH? MY MUM'S SIDE OF THE FAMILY IS EXTREMELY ALCOHOLIC AND MY DAD'S IS EXTREMELY AGAINST IT. My mum cannot stomach alcohol without going loopy, but my dad can. I can. Kind of. Heh. Don't look at the post and point out how loopy I was. Don't do it. Don't.

Yes well to cap all this off, still not out to offend anyone but the bigots. Get offended, bigots. This is all mostly personal experience and not universal, though... a lot are fairly rampant.

i explain india but i'm drunk.

Hello maggots of mine you're all such babygirls and bastards just like Aziraphale and Crowley. I'm so proud of you all for existing. Yes i'm a wholesome drunk you now know this about me. The wine tastes like rotten grapes and smells of battery acid and cost 245 rupees INR. Speaking of INR, thanks to a maggot's ask, I'm here to explain India. I've never set foot outside of this country. But I'm also very very shit at general knowledge.

To any non-Indians reading this, this is a totally legit 1000% everything covered all-inclusive summary. To any Indians reading this, I'm so so fucking sorry.

India, explained.

So there's south india and there's north india and there's north east india. north india is very racist about south india and they're both very racist about north east india. Most of these people are also probably racist either to other countries or they have internalised racism. It's a wild trip.

There are. A lot of languages here. And a LOT of scripts. I can read two scripts, understand four Indian languages and speak in two of them (badly), and those two are not my native tongues. I cannot speak in my native tongues. It's basically English at this point. These aren't dialects, those are separate. Picture like, Europe, but more, in terms of how many languages.

Everyone hates each other which is valid for the entire planet honestly.

In south india we have a lot of coconuts. Like a lot. There are so many coconuts you have no fucking idea guys you cannot escape the coconuts. I was nearly killed by a shower of coconuts when I was 5 I escaped by one second.

There are also cows. People will tell you that you are being racist when you say India has cows everywhere. But it's true. Two weeks ago I had the pleasure to be stuck in a traffic jam. Next to the street barrier thing (what divides a street im too drunk for this) I saw a huge bull fucking HUMPING a cow. The vehicles just had to move around them. They were having sex right there.

If you're a middle class Indian kid, your career options are: doctor, engineer, scientist, CA, lawyer, government official or family disappointment.

Needless to say, I was going to be doctor and am now instead family disappointment. I'm babygirling so hard it's insane. The prodigal son.

It's very ace-friendly and heterophobic in the sense that you are not supposed to be exhibiting any sexuality whatever in a respectable household. Just shut up and give virgin birth already. But be married. That's crucial.

Oh yeah gay marriage isn't legal trans people are constantly othered by society and/or given no respect whatsover and we're just all vibing here this is totally not why I'm finishing a small bottle of cheap wine on a thursday past midnight alone in my room.

Foreigners are like a zoo species you see them you're instantly concerned like what are they doing outside the TV screens and then either people are normal (rarely), they run up and take photos or try to slip into conversation (more often than you'd think, even I've been guilty of the conversation thing as a kid) OR they start talking about how 'this western culture is ruining our culture'. Which is fair but honestly both the 'cultures' these people are talking about usually involve incredible amounts of bigotry and are more similar than they think.

I think the lesson here is that humans just suck as a species. Except for you maggots. I love you all and I will defend you with my life.

THE CHAAT. THE CHAAT IS INSANELY AMAZING. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE CHAAT. I HAVE NO SPICE TOLERANCE SO I HAVE TO BEG ON MY KNEES FOR THE SPICES TO BE REDUCED BUT STILL. THE CHAAT. THE CHAAT, YOU GUYS. YOU NEED IT.

Sorry yes I'm normal. ALSO THE STREET DOGS. THE INDIES. THEY'RE SO LOVELY AND SWEET AND CHAOTIC AND I KEEP TALKING TO THEM. Once when I was crying I made the dog distress while and like five dogs that I didn't know came running to me and comforted me and licked me.

INDIAN DANCE MUSIC. I FUCKING LOVE IT IT'S INSANE. My family were elitist as fuck so I never got to listen to Bollywood music as a kid but it's AMAZING I'm so glad it exists. Bhangra too.

Beaches very very pretty hills very very pretty honestly the nature is fucking beautiful if you can just quickly pretend humans don't exist, which again is true of this entire planet. Yeah. Okay I'm so fucking drunk.

Yeah lots of diversity which is very nice when the humans aren't screaming at each other about it but the rest of the time it's very nice

The garbage and sewer stories? yeah they're all true im sorry

Traffic rules more like traffic suggestions amirite

Well, we still have far better healthcare access than america. so. there is that.

If you speak English well you'll be mocked and isolated. If you speak English poorly you'll be mocked and isolated. Honestly, just be rich. That'll fix it all.

All the conservatives hate each other and don't realise they're the exact same but in like different flavours.

Oh yeah we have auto rickshaws. Look them up. They're so much better than cars I don't get motion sick as easily in them. But the drivers all hate you and never want to take you anywhere.

Eyyyyyyyyyy it's so fucking fun here *drinsk more alcohol* I am so fucking not looking forward to college.

Please someone crowdfund me out of here let's all go chill in Alpha Centauri I've heard it's nice this time of the year.

I will, however, miss the casual live cow pornos. A true highlight.

[I got this peer-reviewed by my friend in India's top law school, just in case, because I'm too drunk and generally dumb. They say I will not be killed. And they've been on Twitter so.]

Irrefutable legal proof y'all. I don't mean to offend anyone except bigots. Fuck you, bigots, if you're not offended then I've disappointed my community.

[waywardstation]

Okay I've seen minimal mention of N in the Pingo AU and because he is a blorbo to me I am going to share my thoughts on this

There's 3, 4ish, points in the timeline that would drastically change how N behaves when eeby deebied. Before Ghetisis takes him in, pre BW, post BW & pre BW2, and post BW2

If he's still feral I have zero doubts that he'd survive just fine on his own no matter where he landed sans the Icelands. The most he ever interacts with any humans is to steal clothes and other supplies he couldn't scour himself, or to try to figure out how to get back to Unova. Ingo catches glimpses of him and his gaggle of new pokemon that have adopted him as their own on occasion and is reasonably concerned for this small child's well being. Yet no matter how hard he or anyone else tries, N continously evades any and all human social interaction without fail. At some point his evasion tactics get to sitcom level hijinks.

Pre BW at any point in the timeline? Oh boy. He catches a glimpse of any sort of pokeball on someone's person and immediately DESPISES them. N is begrudgingly willing to actually trade with the clans and guild, but he mostly keeps his distance from people. Regardless of his personal beliefs he is not willing to put in the mental energy to argue with people over liberation on his lonesome. If he ever catches wind of the stigmas surrounding Zoura & Zoroark he'd absolutely lose it. Like charge unprepared into the Icelands to confirm for himself sort of tunnel vision here. Overall I think he'd reluctantly interact with the other kids, and over time he becomes a sort of cryptid brother figure to the group that none of the adults have ever managed to talk to.

Post BW would likely be an anxiety ridden mess regardless of how many memories he retains. He just had his entire worldview burned down and is trying to pick up the scraps and figure out what was true and what was exaggerated, so yknow. Shaken to the core most likely. On top of that he is now torn from his very very small support system!! Having a grand time, Hisui is a highly recommended vacation location, 12/10 stars on Yelp. N would again, very reluctantly, interact with the Pingo train, mostly with the kids at first. Overtime he becomes part of the group, only realizing it after he desperately had to explain to one of the kids that no your cooking isn't bad, Ms Fluff just absolutely hates anything even slightly spicy but she still loves you very much please stop crying--. He's still one of the very much closed off members of the group, but at least there's another semi functional adult around to wrangle in the sack of idiots! Overtime he gets more comfortable and finds himself opening up more. Depending on the severity of his amnesia I could very much see N keeping the fact that he can perfectly understand pokemon to himself and himself only, barely skirting around the fact as he tries to help with any miscommunications. He's doing his best.

Post BW2 N is pretty similar to post BW, just to a lesser degree depending on how long he's had to recover from the whole "my pseudo parental figure got absorbed by a husk of a person against both of their wills" debacle. Plus he's had a lot of time to relearn and adjust his personal beliefs. He'd likely have an easier time interacting and opening up to other humans compared to pre bw him. This iteration of N, based purely on my own headcanons as to what shenanigans he was up to in the timeskip, is absolutely the most likely to physically throw hands with Kamado if he ever hears the man's opinions on pokemon. Most of the other times he'll politely bite his tongue at the "pokemon are terrifying creatures" comments. Volo calling himself a pokemon wielder also rubs him the wrong way, but his team likes him enough that he tries really hard not to snap that pokemon arent weapons or tools. This N also absolutely manages to befriend the Nobles. Half of the time if you can't find him he's having secret gossip time with one of them.

Entertaining thoughts anon, with all of these!

I do feel like N was mentioned a few times, but I don’t remember much of it, so I appreciate your in depth analysis of all the different options we have with this

I really do think the feral choice, and Pre-BW choice would both bring some interesting dynamics to the group of kids that I’m not sure any other characters have.

I liked the aspect of post-BW with him being a middleman between the other kids and their Pokémon, but I suppose feral and Pre-BW could offer that as well? (He would still act different about it though, and would need a lot of time given to warm up to the kids first though obviously…I feel like he’d rather want to be with the wild Pokémon if he was in the feral stage as well)

There really is a lot we could do with N in this AU!

[violetvenom]

He totally nailed it. And I love how Duck-Silvani disses Duck-Sparrows writing skills. These two panels seem for me like a classical freudian slip.🧐

You are definitely closer to being a furry than me. (I chuckled at Rae-chu.) XD The only sona I've had made for fun is my Trollsona from Homestuck. (The grey thing which sits left on my blog design.) But when I was still cosplaying a furry friend called me something which in German terminology basically is close to being a furry adjacent. But more like in an ally way.

And like I said, rule 34 exists for a reason. I've sadly seen things I wish I could forget. But I still can see why furries got a bad reputation tho. The so called murrsuits and stories revolving around them is..something else. 👀 Ofc not every furry is like that and I'm sure it's just a bad minority which gets the attention. I for my part can tell stories how a few bad apples ruined a lot of stuff for other cosplayers here in my country. Being in the Homestuck fandom was also wild because of a few idiots who coulnd't behave.

Oh, and don't get me wrong. I don't think Silvani is a bad artist. But the thing is he is far from perfect (which is totally okay because he is only human) but Sparrow praises his art like it's the best ever. Sparrow totally worships his friends art without a second thought, which is also not a bad thing per se, but using it to diss other artists will create backlash. And so he unwillingly drags Silvani in the shit show. I overall don't like how Silvani draws the F4. But Quackerjack is definitely the worst. The bulkiness is just too much. I also have the feeling this is just a bad doppleganger who hid the real QJ somewhere. The fact that Silvani even gave his version gloves, while QJ canonically doesn't wear some makes that feeling worse. Like...has the doppleganger to hide his fingerprints so his bluff won't get blown up?

And to Sparrow it apparently matters that people like to ship Quackervolt in any way possible. XD Which is sad and funny. Like, why do you care so much about if some people want them smooching like an old married couple? They already act like an old married couple ffs.

And I understand that you try to keep your acc clean, which is great and not easy tho. That's why I self-flagged mine as mature acc. There isn't really much spicy things you'll find on here and kids can google worse stuff, but I know not everyone wants to see or read sexual innuendos. There is only one fanart page (which is clearly for adults) where you can find the unfinished and uncensored version.

Sparrow also seems to forget that not everyone draws and look at spicy things to jerk off. (That's probably more a male thing, I dunno.) He gives me vibes that he projects from himself on others a bit too much.

In my case I just wanted to see if I can draw an intimate situation which is cozy, full of trust and love, and in my opinion I succeeded. I always had trouble drawing two figures interacting with each other so this definitely was a challenge.

Also Sparrow writing about how he wants to buy some of the 2011 comics just to gift it away..well..it actually seems weird to me.

I can't imagine he makes enough money to actually be able to buy a bulk of those expensive comics which are considered a collectible nowadays. And why gift them kids in a hospital? I don't think the majority of kids nowaydays would appreciate or handle them well. He would make the comics even more rare and expensive as they already are and thus hurting the fandom more than doing good.

The idea overall is honorable, but why not getting the kids other comics..like the ones who get published right now and are not as valuable? Oh wait..he didn't write them and can flaunt his "writing skills" then. 🙃 For me it just seems like empty words he won't follow through. A way to signal he isn't such a bad guy after all if he wants to gift sick kids expensive comics.

If he actually does it, and can prove it (because you can literally write everything on the internet) I can respect that and kudos to him, but this won't cancel all the awful stuff he said.

The funniest thing, really, is that I technically could just appeal to Twitter to get me unbanned from Sparrow's page, because I haven't even done anything to warrant the ban other than the screens I showed y'all, and that's not even that bad. I haven't harassed him, I haven't threatened him, all I said was essentially "I wasn't a fan of how QuackerJack was written here."

I could bring that debate to Twitter and probably get unbanned if I actually cared to, lol.

He really didn't win anything. That's the same as yanking the cord out of the game console because someone was doing better than you at Mario Party.

That's honestly kinda sad, ngl.

Anyway, guys, don't bother him, he's not worth the time

[ibis-gt]

*slides you 37 pennies* how would luther handle trying to go on a public date with cam (movie, restaurant, etc.) with the whole… affection turns height to no.

had two requests for this one so here u go! luther does his best to keep it together for date night. 2750 words, warning for brief mention of violence in a movie and some hanky panky between consenting adults. not explicit, just a little spicy.

~~~

Four months into their relationship, and Luther has more of a handle on things now.

He’s got the size thing totally under control. He hardly ever shrinks just because Cam looked at him anymore. He can take a compliment like a champion. Those soft, sweet, gentle smiles that spread across Cam’s face like molasses? Barely make him lose an inch. Physical contact? He’s… still working on that one.

But at the very least they can have date nights in public now, as long as Cam behaves himself, and Cam is quite willing to behave himself. Most of the time.

It’s a snowy Saturday night in December, and they’ve got a date planned. Cam will pick Luther up at eight, they’ll go have dinner at a local sushi place, watch a late night special feature from the 80s, and then come back home for some wine and light snuggling before bed. An absolutely perfect night, if Luther can make it through enough of it full-size.

He’s still debating his outfit when a gentle knock at his front door heralds his beloved’s arrival. Five minutes early as usual.

“It’s open!” Luther calls. “C’mon in and help me choose, will you?” He’s standing in his bedroom in a pair of black slacks with the horrid green jumpsuit undone and tied around his waist, staring critically at his two choices of top. A lovely turquoise turtleneck, or a stylish electric blue button-up. The floor creaks behind him as Cam ambles in. “Which one do you think is better? I guess it depends on what you’re wear - eep!”

Luther squeaks and jumps as Cam presses his lips to Luther’s neck, big warm hands sliding up his arms to rest on his bare shoulders, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.

“Both look nice,” Cam murmurs in his ear. “But I think I like the blue one better.”

“C-cam,” Luther whines, his face going pink. “If you keep this up we’re not even going to get out the door.” The hands remove themselves, and Cam pulls back, chuckling.

���Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. All that exposed real estate, you know.” He lets out a perfect wolf whistle. God damn him. Luther glares over his shoulder and folds his arms, letting annoyance take over.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks, and you’re going to ruin it,” he pouts. “Go on, out. Wait in the living room if you’re going to be like this.” Cam puts his hands up in a placating gesture and retreats, but that damn smile doesn’t leave his face. Luther tosses his hair and huffs, secretly proud of himself. He didn’t even lose a half inch. He turns back to consider his options.

Well, if Cam is so focused on his neck tonight, that sweater might be the better option to afford him some protection. But he said he liked the button-up better… It’s lighter than the sweater so it won’t keep him as warm, but that means he can steal Cam’s big coat later on. The turtleneck would completely cover the green jumpsuit, but the blue of the button-up actually compliments it nicely. Luther nods decisively. The button-up will be perfect.

He dresses quickly, gives himself a final once-over in the mirror, unbuttons his top button, and heads out to see Cam. His boyfriend - his boyfriend! The thought still sends a thrill through him - has picked up the cat, Scrunge, and is stroking her head, making little baby noises at her. She purrs in her usual way, fast and loud, like a revving motorcycle. Cam sets her down when he sees Luther and sighs happily.

“You look fantastic,” he says.

“You clean up pretty nice yourself.” Luther crosses the room and fondly brushes a loose strand of hair behind Cam’s ear. Cam’s in a dark grey v-neck shirt and black suit jacket, slightly tarnished silver cufflinks adorning the sleeves. He’s got his big heavy winter coat draped over one arm so he doesn’t overheat in the relative warmth of the apartment. Luther sneaks a covetous little glance at it before grabbing his own shabby coat off a hook near the door.

He bends down to give Scrunge a goodbye scritch behind the ears. “Behave yourself while I’m out,” he tells her. “No tearing around the place and knocking things over.” She meows plaintively. Luther retrieves her bag of treats and gives her two as a bribe, which she accepts happily.

“Okay,” Luther says, straightening and shrugging on his coat. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Cam says, and takes his hand.

They walk to the restaurant. No point in searching for parking, it’d take longer than just hoofing it anyway. It’s been snowing on and off throughout the week and piles of dirty slush cover the sidewalk. It’s cold, but Luther’s coat is keeping him warm enough for now. He and Cam hold hands as they walk to the restaurant, and Luther doesn’t even shrink a little bit. His chest swells with so much pride he thinks his feet might leave the ground.

The place is only a little busy, so they have a short wait before they’re shown to their table. They get their usual orders. Luther prefers simple rolls and nigiri so the taste of the fish is front and center, while Cam likes to get the complicated, loaded rolls for the variety of texture and flavor. While they wait for their food to arrive, Luther fills Cam in on Scrunge’s latest reign of terror in his apartment, and how much it’ll cost to fix the cracked frame of the painting she’d somehow managed to knock off the wall in her frenzy to catch the fabled red laser dot.

The food arrives. Cam offers Luther a taste of his rolls - he’s gotten something deep fried with cream cheese, cucumber, and crab, and another loaded high with four kinds of fish, topped with roe. Luther tries the one with all the fish, but passes on the deep fried one. He trades Cam a piece of mackerel nigiri. Then he continues on talking, telling Cam about his week, how work’s been, the new guy they hired, and the annoying new habit his coworker’s formed of singing along with the music on the jukebox, regardless of whether she knows the lyrics or not.

Luther suddenly catches the look in Cam’s eyes. There’s something… hungry in them. It’s the only way he can describe it. It’s not regular hungry, because he’s practically ignoring his food in favor of listening intently to Luther’s rambling story. He’s leaning forward, arms folded on the table in front of him, drinking in every word Luther has to say. He’s hungry for him. The realization hits Luther like a truck and he stops mid-sentence, jaw dropping, a blush starting to spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” Cam asks, innocent as ever. How could he even know the effect he has on Luther? How could Luther ever explain?

“N-nothing, um, I… I’ve been talking a lot, why don’t you take over for a bit? What’s keeping you busy at work?” It was delightful to listen to Cam ramble on about his job. Luther barely understood a word of it, but his enthusiasm was adorable and, importantly, not about Luther. He could keep it together and breathe a bit, work on calming down the scramble of emotion in his gut.

Sure enough, he wins himself a good fifteen minutes of calm while Cam talks on about carburetors and mufflers and manifolds. He could be making it up for all Luther knows. It’s not until Cam realizes his deep fried roll has gone cold that he breaks off to eat. They finish their food, decide to pass on dessert, pay, and head for the theater.

It’s only a few blocks away, a fifteen minute walk at most. The night has gotten a little colder and darker, and now stray snowflakes drift and spin through the air, catching the streetlights and twinkling like stars. Cam has a lot of fun pretending he’s a dragon, his warm breath turning to steaming clouds in the freezing air. Luther’s shivering now, his old secondhand coat doing little to protect him from the chill. Cam notices, of course, and whips his own coat off in an instant.

“Oh, please,” Luther demurs, “You’re so chivalrous, but really, I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking like a weathervane in a hurricane, sweetheart. I’ll be fine, I’m my own space heater.” Cam arranges the coat over Luther’s shoulders neatly and slips his arm around Luther’s waist, pulling him in close. It’s so warm and so nice, and so very, very close. Luther’s shivers slacken and cease, and then one more shakes him, different from the rest.

“Oh no,” Luther whispers, “I was doing so well, please…”

Luckily, he only loses about three inches. His clothes are a little looser, and he’s engulfed a little more by Cam’s huge coat, but he’s still a perfectly normal height. He sighs in relief.

“So what’s this movie we’re seeing?” Luther asks, trying to take his mind off of things.

“Oh, so it’s this old sci fi cult classic based on a book no one’s ever read. I saw it the first time when I was like… eight? And it scarred me for life, really, and now I’m obsessed with this shit. The special effects are super gnarly, and they hold up okay, even though you can totally see the tube for the fake blood in the decapitation scene. Don’t worry too much about following the plot, it’s not really the point of the movie, but what you should know ahead of time is…”

Cam rambles on like that, filling the night with fog. Luther snuggles in closer and listens happily, totally at ease. He made it through the most important part of the night, and once they get in the theater, he can relax. It doesn’t matter if he shrinks in the theater - from what Cam’s said, the only people watching this late-night special feature will be die-hard fans who’ll be glued to the screen, and in the darkness they won’t have to worry about anyone catching sight of them.

That also means, of course, that Cam might get a little handsy once the lights dim. If he’s being honest, Luther would be disappointed if he didn’t.

They get a seat in the back row. As the previews start up, Cam reaches over and takes Luther’s chin in his hand, turning it gently so they face each other. For a moment, he just holds them there, staring into Luther’s eyes with an adoring softness that makes Luther’s heart sing. Then he leans in and kisses him, just once, softly on the mouth. Luther shivers and loses another few inches. Cam lets him go, but Luther’s not satisfied. He grabs Cam’s collar and pulls him down for another kiss, this one deeper and hungrier. Cam chuckles against his mouth and nips at his bottom lip, catching it between his teeth for just a moment. Luther sits back heavily in his seat, breath coming in shallow gasps. He grips his armrests tight, trying to pay attention to the trailer for the newest slasher flick as it blares out through the theater. No dice. He’s losing height fast now, shrinking down to four feet tall, his normal clothes hanging off his frame.

They stay apart for all of a minute before Cam’s hand sneaks across the seat and slides into place on Luther’s thigh. He strokes his thumb back and forth in a slow rhythm, humming happily. Luther gasps and shrinks more, staring wide-eyed as Cam’s hand covers more and more of him, soon easily encompassing his entire thigh.

He’s maybe two feet tall now and he can’t see the screen over the seat in front of him. Cam glances down, catching the pouting, grumpy look on Luther’s face, and presses a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Here, sweetheart,” Cam murmurs, and picks Luther up with one hand. With the other, he frees him from his clothing so that he’s only clad in the jumpsuit. Cam settles Luther gently on his lap. This has fixed the problem of not being able to see the screen, but only momentarily. Luther goes bright red and dwindles down even further. By the time the previews have finished, he’s only eight inches tall.

As the opening theme blares with discordant trumpets, Cam pinches the back of Luther’s jumpsuit between thumb and forefinger and lifts him up. He dangles Luther in front of his face for a moment, expression torn between adoring and apologetic, then brings him in close for a gentle kiss. He sets Luther on his shoulder and hands him a piece of popcorn.

Luther hides his burning face behind the buttery morsel. He’d been expecting a little hanky panky, but nothing so direct. Stolen kisses, maybe a fake yawn that disguised Cam putting his arm around Luther, a little playing with his hair. Going for the thigh like that… that was entirely unexpected. He’s beginning to suspect Cam was trying to get him tiny.

The movie is just as gory and weird as promised. Luther isn’t super squeamish, but more than once he turns and ducks his face into Cam’s neck, squealing in disgust, his voice quiet enough at this size that he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone else. Every time, he feels Cam shake under him with silent laughter, enjoying Luther’s reactions.

The movie ends before too long, and the other theatergoers file out, chatting animatedly with one another about the flick. Cam holds his hand up to his chest, and Luther pushes himself off Cam’s shoulder, landing gracefully in his palm. Cam sets him down on the armrest while he folds up Luther’s discarded clothing and tucks it in an inner pocket of his big coat. He looks down at Luther and tilts his head to one side, lips pursed in a calculating expression.

“You’re just a little too big to hide comfortably… here, let’s fix that.” Cam puts his elbows on either side of Luther on the armrest and looms over him, completely blocking the dim theater lights overhead. Luther takes a few involuntary steps back and bumps up against Cam’s hands, linked together behind him to form a ring penning him in. “You’re all mine now,” Cam breathes, quiet as a whisper. “So tiny and cute. I’m going to put you in my pocket and carry you home, and then… well, then we’ll see what I’ll do with you, hm?” A crooked, meaningful grin spreads across Cam’s face, and that hungry look comes back into his eyes.

It works like a charm. Luther’s legs shake, his heart pounds, and he shivers. He dwindles down to half his height, a mere four inches.

“There we go,” Cam croons, and scoops him up in one hand. Cam stows him safely in his coat pocket, held in a loose fist to keep him safe from jostling and the cold. He exits the theater and moves through the crowds easily. People tend to make way when they see a man his size coming towards them.

Luther curls up against Cam’s fingers and sighs happily. Cam’s hand is warm, calloused in places but soft in others, and the pocket sways gently with his gait. It’s so safe and cozy, combined with the late hour and the exhaustion of the day, it’s the perfect recipe to knock him out. He fights the heaviness of his eyelids as long as he can, but only makes it a few blocks before he’s fast asleep.

~~~

“Whew, cold one out tonight,” Cam says as he unlocks the door to Luther’s apartment. He can already hear Scrunge wailing on the other side. “I hope you weren’t too frozen in there.” He pushes the door open and addresses the cat. “Yes, we’re home, hello darling, we missed you too.” She winds around his legs and purr-meows at top volume. “Okay, okay, other people are trying to sleep,” Cam hisses. “You’re gonna wake up the whole floor, shitty kitty.” She mrrps in disapproval.

He pulls Luther out of his pocket. “So, babe, do you wanna - oh.” The little dear is asleep, snoring softly. Cam smiles and presses a kiss to his chest. He takes a seat on the couch, sighing as he plops himself down. Scrunge leaps up into his lap immediately and puts her front legs up on his chest, sniffing at Luther in his hand.

“Poor dear’s all tuckered out,” Cam murmurs, giving her a scritch. “Let’s let him rest.”