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platrom · 4 months ago

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Infinity.

CHAPTER 1.

JJK x READER

SUMMARY: In every universe, Ryomen Sukuna will find you, whether it is by chance or not. But only time can tell if you awake to discover your doomed fate.

WARNINGS: sad tones, mentions of hard labor, the concubines are rude and abusive, mentions of mold, aguri is very playful, sukuna has a bride, reader gets beat up and belittled, reader is too aware but not too knowledgeable on their world, some heavy hints to Sukuna’s ultimate control over his people

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i. endless

The work gets easier the longer you do it. The constant bending of your knees, elbows, and back becomes almost natural the longer you spend dragging rotten mattresses, tossing dirty sheets, and folding those dreadful covers.

You’ve also learned that harsh, morbid environments like the living quarters of your fellow maids bring disgusting conditions to the rooms.

A certain type of fungi has begun to creep into the corners of the rooms and under the beds. You’ve found the darkness serves as an outstanding breeding ground for this fuzzy, green bacteria with speckles of white that act as pores.

The sight makes you sick to your stomach.

But a part of you wonders if the living quarters above for the men who kill the spirits and the king’s favored subordinates are bright with life. Maybe life grows there— maybe bonsais and cherry blossoms litter the windowstills and butterflies flutter inside and outside their rooms. Maybe creatures like rabbits and foxes settle inside when the sun is too warm, and the subordinates of Lord Sukuna get to relish in their presence.

“(Name)!” You turn your head, grasping the ends of the gray sheets and bunching them as you rise.

A beaming Aguri pops her head into the frame of the doorway. The end of her headband is falling from her hair, letting strands loose to rest against her cheeks. The ratty accessory was meant to be a pure, pristine white, but with years of cleaning soot and dust, it has become a murky grey, nearly a dirty black.

“Shouldn’t you be cleaning the kitchen? The cooks are out on their break,” you rub your cheek with the collar of your uniform. “Uraume won’t be pleased if she sees you here.”

“Uraume is never pleased no matter what I do,” she moves towards you, lunging at you when you begin to move up to meet her. Together, you both tumble into the pile of dirty bedsheets and pillows covers that decorate the floor. She giggles as you groan in pain. “As long as my duties get done on time, there shouldn’t be an issue.”

The back of your head throbs against the itchy material of threaded cloth. “If you say so, Aguri.”

She grins, smushing her head into the crook of neck. She inhales deeply, before releasing a slow breath.

“Are you smelling me?” you grab her shoulder, tugging at her sleeve in an attempt to remove her from your side. “What are you, a dog?”

Aguri makes no movement, but merely holds on tighter. When she speaks, her voice is quieter. “What if I was a hound? Like one of Lord Sukuna’s.”

“Why would you ever want that?” you frown. The absurd statement is not anything new from Aguri, but it is the tone she holds that sets you aback.

She doesn’t get quiet or melancholic often. Even when she spoke about the grimmer things in her life or her past, she didn’t dim as much as now.

“Maybe, I would be treated better,” she sighs. “You know, they always need those dogs. The blood-hunting ones that they send out to attack traitors or find enemies. And they feed them well— the chefs give them some of the nicest meat I’ve seen… but that stake isn’t very high.”

You understand. Meat is a rarity to the poor, but a normalcy to the rich. The wealthy gorge on the finest slices of beef, chicken, pork, and any fatty animal they can find.

The poor cannot eat anything but crumbs. Bread, if they can make it. Cheese if they can get a goat or trade for it. And for most, scraps of berries or bits of rotten vegetables tossed out serve as their only food source.

There are people outside who run into estate’s dumping grounds daily. You’ve watched as they fished out slivers of carrot peels or orange centers and devoured as much as they could.

They would be killed if they were caught. They would be humiliated by all the kingdom and even the town, despite how poor they are as well.

You’ve see the bodies, sometimes. In the kitchen with the staff, with Uraume holding the knife, cutting the limbs. The chefs look green with disgust at the sight of a body being torn, boiled, and seasoned. It’s a blessing that Lord Sukuna has designated Uraume to be his main chef when it comes to humans.

You’re not sure anyone truly human could handle it. But you know for a fact, Uraume is not. And neither is Lord Sukuna.

But you’re not sure what they are, either.

“It must be nice to be cared for,” you murmur, your hands threading into Aguri’s hair. “To be well fed, groomed, and treated like royalty. Their bedding must be nicer as ours. Made out of pure cotton and sewn with the finest of threads. Pure white, like the sheeps and bunnies in our dreams.”

Your fingers tug against tangles, curves, and bumps. It’s a comforting motion for you, and her. To feel the gentleness of another person, instead of the harsh treatment you both are constantly subjected to.

The hard labor, yelling, and constant threat of death. It’s overwhelming and drowning. It’s dispiriting and crushing. Most here die at their 20s. The average life expectancy is one’s early 40s.

It’s the stress that kills them the fastest. And the slaughtering of them in the masses, as well.

Aguri whines, kneeing you in the side. “Why did you stop? I was getting comfortable!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, before a pained smile grows on your face.

You wish she would never have to worry about her life. You wish you could protect Aguri with your life, and that would be enough.

“How about we sneak into the kitchen? I heard the head baker made some new pastries with a special strawberry cream.”

Aguri perks, staring at you with wide eyes. “Can we?”

You wink. “As long as we don’t get caught.”

In an instant, she tugs at your arm and pulls you up, sprinting out of the room.

Her laughter is all you need to match her pace.

I hope you stay like this forever, Aguri.

ii. bastion

Lord Sukuna marries Akazome Emon on the night of your birthday.

You have the pleasure of preparing for the ceremony. The tables, the food, and all the decorations are overseen by Uraume, while the maids of the estate fulfill the duty of beautifying the already breathtaking garden where the celebration will be held.

The wedding has no more than fifty guests. It’s small, for a king as powerful as him— but it’s fitting and understandable.

Lord Sukuna has enemies who drool at the chance to even brush shoulders with him. To be able to infiltrate his palace is a feat that no man or woman has ever achieved. All concubines are checked thoroughly and every servant goes through a lengthy process before they are admitted to work for the king.

But the news of his bride will spread quickly. The parchments will fly and the whispers of mothers will flood the ears of the neighboring kingdoms.

His Queen will become an immediate target as a way to crumble his spirit and overthrow his authority. Riots will begin in the streets, and wars will rebirth.

In a matter of hours, the world will be in chaos once Lord Sukuna marries his bride.

Though, a small voice in the back of your head believes that the king thrives in danger and destruction. It is the motto of the Sukuna estate.

You purse your lips, staring at the sheer sheets that line the wooden poles now cemented into the corners of the garden. Tree peonies line the ends of the box-like structure, while chrysanthemums are sparsely dispersed around the seats.

The gardeners are exceptional at their job, you crouch to inspect the flowers. Your eyes trace over the delicate ridges of the baby pink in the peonies, and the fluffs of white in their centers. They are beautiful, bright, and voluminous; fit for royalty.

The maids have gossiped about the bride’s bouquet after one of the florists had dropped the sketch of the design on the garden’s ground.

It appears that her bouquet will be filled with nippon daisies at the center and lavender rimming the daisies. It was an odd choice for a woman as exquisite as Akazome Emon to have such common flowers be the choice for her bouquet— especially for them to be the kinds of flowers the poorest of the kingdom eat.

You wonder if her choice of flowers mean something greater than just to look nice, but you’ll never know. The privilege of accessing books was never one you had.

It wasn’t like you could even read or write to begin with.

“Work faster, Uraume will be out soon! The ceremony must look spotless for our king,” the head maid is running around like a headless chicken, straightening creases and perfectly spacing the seats from each other. Maids back out of her way as she sways around, screaming orders at anyone who looks her way. The flock of you are sent scattering as guards begin to enter the grounds.

For such a wonderful day, the workers of the estate are tense and on edge.

“Did you hear that Lady Emon appointed Lord Sukuna’s other suitors as his concubines?” Two ladies veiled in crème colored robes brush past you as you adjust the deserts on the table. The material looks smooth and soft— like velvet. It’s a type of cloth you’ve heard Uraume describe to her seamstress about her robes. “For a future Queen, she is keen on throwing any woman she possibly can at the man who will bring her unlimited power.”

Along their necks lies an engraving of blood-red roses lined with heavy, black ink. When the ends of their robes rise, around their ankles rests a gold chain intertwined with bits of lavender.

They must be concubines.

The king was known to lavish his mistresses in the finest of jewels and clothes from raids against neighboring estates.

“What are you looking at?” a nauseatingly saccharine voice snaps. A blur of black and white drops into your view and you stumble backwards. “You stupid whore, who are you to look at me?”

Your mouth runs dry and your tongue becomes heavy. Instantly your head falls to the ground with your hands under your forehead and your eyes squeeze shut. “I’m sorry, my lady. Forgive me, please.”

She scoffs, before yanking at the shoulder of your uniform to bring your face up to hers. Strands of fine, black hair lay across the front of her face, the ends brushing against the white of her makeup. The pigment on her lips is a bright, vibrant red that contrasts the paleness of her face and the darkness of her hair.

She’s breathtakingly deadly.

She must be one of Sukuna’s favorites. Her aura is so fierce, but her features are somehow delicate and sharp.

Her nails dig into your arm and the corners of her lips slide down her face. The iris of her eyes are a deep brown, nearly blackened by the anger that spreads through her body. Her eyebrows are tightly knit, the perfect arch in her brows now flattened into a hard slope.

“You dirty, proletariat brat. You must wish this was the life you lived, huh? You must wish you were worthy of Lord Sukuna the way we are,” she spits as the the tips of her nails dig deeper into your skin. You have no doubt the moment she releases your arm, blood will gush from the indentations of her nails on your skin.

The other concubine steps forward. She’s just as stunning as the other, but her features differ vastly. Instead of a foxy look of slender features and slim eyes, her jaw is soft, her lips are round, and her eyes are wide like a doe’s.

“It’s astonishing that Uraume allowed the scum of the estate to even step outside of the dungeons today,” she frowns, bending down to invade your space. She scans your features, trailing over the dust that clings to the creases of your clothes and the swatch of white paint across the back of your hand.

You’re surprised as well that Uraume allowed you to participate in preparing the ceremony. Despite your promotion, you still worked in the lower parts of the castle, commonly referred to as “the dungeon.” Rats, cockroaches, and snakes are common sights in the halls, and fuzzy spores are found on every end of each room. The maids of your levels speculate that the ground level of the estate is littered with ceramic vases, gold plated portraits, crystalline walls, and the smells of roses and joy.

It’s been awhile since you’ve smelled anything but must and damp walls, hasn’t it?

You bow your head, shutting your eyes. This battle cannot be won— the concubines will win. The aristocracy always succeed, even if they are wrong. It’s an endless cycle engraved in the history of your people. Prosperity and wealth do not come to those born into poverty— it runs in the veins of those fortunate enough to have lived at a time where a man was willing to adopt a boy, or for those who have leeched themselves to the top.

The voice in the back of your head brings you to believe that these two are the latter of the group.

“Now, you want to show some respect?” the concubine tightens her grip around your arm before tossing you back to the ground. A glob of spit lands on your cheek as the other scoffs, kicking your chest. You curl into yourself, clutching your head noiselessly.

The faster this goes, the sooner I can go to finish my duties and head to bed.

You pray someone will step in and separate the two from you; you want nothing to do with these concubines. Their sight of their perfectly primped hair and glassy skin was only supposed to be a glance for your own entertainment, to relish in the joy of the world above you. It was meant to be a taste of a world you would never exist in— a distraction from the harshness of reality that existed inside the walls of the estate.

The sight of the swaying cherry blossoms, the freshness of the grass beneath your feet, and the gentle breeze in your hair were meant to be figments of your imagination that you could play in your head until your final days in the manor. The tulle that surrounded the wooden posts were meant to design the gown in your dreams, in a life where you would find a loving husband and spend the rest of your life with a lover who would destroy the world to merely bring it to your feet.

Now, you recognize that you stepped out of place. You thought too hard and believed too much in an unattainable fantasy. In no life were you destined to be happy.

In no universe did you belong with plates of fluffy, sugary cakes and tender meats and soft cheeses. Doughy breads coated with flour were never meant to be placed on your table for dinner.

Instead, you were meant to eat a bowl of leftover bone broth and a slice of stale brown bread. You would never live to pluck a berry off a bush, or lay in a bed of flowers in the cool evenings.

Those were impossible tales for girls like you. They were realities for women like them.

Please, make this punishment quick and easy. Let me go to my room and speak with Aguri until my mouth runs dry and my eyes close shut. Let me sleep ‘till my next day of cleaning and collect the ribbons and threads of color that Aguri loves.

Let me make it to my room tonight, please. That is all I ask for today and forever.

The last thing you hear before a blow is made to your head is a terrified scream, the crashing of glasses, and the sound of rushing footsteps.

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sanspuppet · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 - 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

PAIRING: Yunho x fem!reader

RATING: smut (18+ MDNI)

W/T: colleagues to lovers, unprotected sex (do not), kinda rough sex, overstimulation, choking, mention of toys, creampie, pet names (doll, princess)

A/O: i want to thank @yuyusbunny for proofreading this fanfiction (i hope the next ones too) and helping me improving myself, lov u Laz 🫶🏻🫶🏻.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾

You were now walking down the street, your eyes clinging to your phone, searching for the nearest way to reach the bar that hired you the day before. You were messing with your left hand nervously, as you were trying to imagine your first day of work.

"It's very famous to be a bar, what if im not meant for it? Nah... they say the owner is very kind... i hope so."

Your best friend Jongho found this job for you, knowing that you were searching desperately for one, he was also a noticed costumer there, so when he mentioned you, it was almost like you were instantly accepted. Honestly you weren't into locals, that one was very well known in town, but you've never went there. A few minutes later, you were facing the entrance of the bar, the led writing with the name of it, as an attractor of attention. Flower, tiny trees and bonsais were decorating the outside, even if the local was recently open that morning, most of the tables were occupied by the people, drinking their coffees and eating something for breakfast.

"There it is..." you entered, hesitant, looking for your boss.

"Uhm... hello? Is there... a Jeong Yunho? Im y/n, the new employee." you asked at the bartender. He looked at you from head to toes, his smile making him look easily approachable.

"Oh, y/n! We finally meet, Jongho told me of you a few times. Wait a second, imma look for Yunho."

You leaned on your elbow on the counter, and tapped your fingers on the wood, while looking at the inside of the local. Soon after, you saw the figure of a tall man, heading towards you.

"Good morning."

you turned your head, looking at him. His low voice almost scared you for a second, despite his puppy eyes studying you. Meanwhile, you were already struggling to keep yourself composed:

"Shit, i didn't expect him to be this hot."

His black shirt, slightly unbottoned, was revealing his collarbones, and what it seemed the shadow of a tattoo.

"And he is supposed to be a barista??"

His cheekbones popped out when he smiled at you, revealing his sweet attitude.

"Im Yunho! Your boss, but i hope we'll get closer in the future, i'd like to be friends with my employees, if it doesn't bother you." You shaked your head, smiling back:

"Absolutely not! my name's y/n."

"My pleasure, come here, i'll teach you the work."

The day went great, the tasks were pretty easy, and you loved the chill mood created in that local, lounge bar music relaxing you and the costumers as they were waiting for you to serve their order. The only problem was that, everytime your boss was in your vicinity, checking you or just asking you to do something, your mind always blocked at his sight. No need to say because of his hotness, out of tune with his sweet personality, you'd say he's the perfect man.

"Y/n, can you come here?" you nodded and headed towards him, behind the counter.

"Yeah?"

"I need to teach you how to make coffee. You can't just be a waitress, right?" Yunho chuckled.

"Uhm... yeah, i think."

"Don't worry, it's pretty easy. We use instant coffee."

He turned, giving you his back, and took a few sticks containing the coffee mixture. Once he turned to look at you, he handed you one, smiling. Until that moment you didn't realize his hands, god his hands... slender, bony and veiny, his nails well taken care of. You shuddered when they made contact with yours, shivers running down your spine, fighting not to let yourself be carried away by your own thoughts, dirty thoughts.

"You have to pour the mixture in the cup." he gave you one, so you could copy his movements. You were quite slow in all you were doing, mind only focused on his long fingers, doing their job. You seemed... lost, or simply confused.

"y/n? you alright?" he asked, trying to figure out why you were so worked up from that easy tutorial. He then held the cup in front of your face, two fingers wrapped around the base of it. "You have to pour the boiled water slightly above two fingers, understand?"

"Wha- Oh, yes, yeah." you shook your head, trying to kick those pretty hands away from your mind.

"Then you keep stirring it until it looks good, easy right?"

"Yeah..."

Yunho grimaced, tilting his head to one side. He moved his hands on your shoulders, his fingers gripping at you. He then dragged them down your arms, slowly.

"You're so hot y/n." he whispered, his warm breath reaching your sensitive skin.

"W-what?" you felt your heartbeat accelerating from just that simple, innocent sentence. You looked at him, already panicking. He moved his right hand on your forehead, your mind was going to go on stend-by, from the feeling of him softly caressing it. You were surely developing the fattest crush you'd ever had, on him, your boss.

"You sure you're feeling good? i think you probably have a fever, your skin seems burning."

"Why does he have to be so handsome and adorable at the same time??" you said to yourself, unable to focus on his words, given his aphrodisiac beauty.

"Look at your cheeks, they're of a burning red." he caressed them, his thumb brushing the corner of your lips.

"It's because of you, dumbass." You moved your sight on his puppy eyes, probably unsuspecting the effects that his touch were giving to you.

"No, im okey." you murmured finally. Yunho moved his hands off of your body, and started to put away all of the stuff positioned on the counter.

"Uhm, anyways... the local is going to close soon, you can go for now if you want to."

You nodded, and made your way towards the door, almost forgetting it was made of glass... Well, not almost, because you bumped into it, making Yunho laugh.

The next days, and weeks, went similar: you simply did your new job. Went to work at late morning and got home at 7 p.m. You got used to that routine, you were well paid and had good company, perhaps the presence of your boss was what definitively convinced you to stay... hell ya, you were pretty sure he was the principal cause. Everyday he somehow found the way to touch you, making your insides fall apart in every single case: he'd move you away by grabbing your waist when he has to pass nearby, hold your hand when he'd accompany you to the back of the bar, or when you'd have your new nails done to get a closer sight, he also complimented your look every morning. In short: or he was the gentleman in person, or he was just clingy, or he also was infatuated by your simple existence. (No need to say that the last one was the one you hoped for so bad). At the end, you really became friends, after days of you joking and laughing together during work.

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

"y/n, i was wondering something." he broke the silence between you two, when he turned his head to face you, behind the counter where you were waiting for new costumers to come. You were quite nervous everytime you were alone with him: your foot kept beating on the floor.

"Uh-huh?" you murmured, focusing on the people sitting in front of you, both for not thinking of Yunho too much, and to make sure they were satisfied with your service.

"Today is Monday, right? So tomorrow we're open by the afternoon" his gaze glued to your pretty side profile.

"Yeah, i know" the feeling of his eyes sticking at you made your legs dizzy. "What's his purpose?" you thought.

"Wanna hang out later?"

"Oh no, he didn't-" you weren't mentally prepared to spend an entire evening with him, another touch from him and you were sure you'd fall on your knees for him, dick straight choking your throat. "Holy shit... and now?"

"Sure..." you couldn't deny, right? the worst thing that could have happened was that nothing would happen. In facts, you surely wanted him to just grab your hips and fuck you already. What? he couldn't just wear those skinny jeans and "accidentally" press his bulge against your ass, without expecting you to get horny. he was a freaking bastard in those moments, or he was dumb, or he liked the way you blushed and had your heart freaking out everytime he touched you, what a sadistic bastard. Yeah... you were definitely losing your mind, you craved for that man like a drugged craves for his drugs.

"Perfect! Give me your address, imma pick you up later, what about 8 p.m?" he took his phone, ready to take notes.

"shit, he's gonna enter my house"

"Uhm yeah, wait a second..."

A few hours later you were struggling to choose what to wear, still half naked from the shower you just took, hands grabbing dozens of dresses to look at them, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"if he told me at least where we're going..."

"should i wear just something cool?" "and if we go to a multi-star restaurant? i should be elegant..." "and if he takes me to his place?"

you suddenly heard the doorbell ringing, Yunho's voice speaking through the entryphone: "y/n? are you there?"

"duh... really??" you picked the first dress that caught your attention, wearing it while heading towards the principal door, you fixed your hair before opening it.

"Oh, here you are." he smiled at your presence.

"I need to do my make-up, it'll take a few minutes, come inside." you moved to one side, making him able to enter the house. He followed you till your bedroom, taking a look of the furniture, instead you entered the bathroom minding your own business. While you were putting on your mascara, you were staring at the reflection of Yunho through your mirror, and finally noticed how simply gorgeous Yunho looked: the smoking suit he was wearing fitted perfectly his slender body, the dark blue waist coat adhering to his chest. You lost yourself again inside your thoughts, your hands automatically moving and the figure of Yunho was only present in your mind. Once you got back to reality and exited your bathroom, you saw him sat on your bed, holding what seemed to be the buzzing toy you used to use during your desperate nights, and coincidentally, the night before was one of them. He was looking at it intensely, turning it around to see every detail. When he saw the small button he couldn't help but click it, making the vibrator starting to do what it was supposed to.

"Oh" a small whimper left his mouth as the toy he was holding started vibrating.

"No. nonono, fuck-" you ran towards him, intent on taking back what was yours.

"Give me that, Yunho." you took the vibration from his hands, holding it like it was your most intimate treasure.

"Uhm im sorry, i sat down and felt it under the blanket, didn't mean it." his innocent gaze turned quickly into a smirk, he leaned back on his elbows facing you while his body rested on the soft mattress of your bed, his legs open. "Didn't expect you to use that kind of stuff."

"I don't..." you tried to say, despite you perfectly knew that you sucked at lying.

"It's still wet." he chuckled, seeing your eyes widening, full of embarrassment, no wonder why your cheeks were of an intense red, and it surely wasn't because of your make-up. "Uhm-" you murmured, trying to think of a good lie this time.

"Don't lie to me, princess. You're a woman, it's normal to need some pleasure, right? Only thinking that looking at you, you'd easily get something way better than a vibrator."

You raised one eyebrow, asking again to yourself what were his wills: "What do you mean, huh?"

"Don't know, want me to prove it?" his smirk getting wider as he noticed you on the verge of your denial resistance.

"For now? No thanks im good with it."

"seriously? i had the chance to take him and i just wasted it? God, im so stupid." you wanted to slap your face right there, refusing yourself to believe what you just refused.

"Well, if you say so. Come on now, the restaurant is waiting for us."

He brought you to a famous italian restaurant, thank goodness that you were wearing an elegant dress, which as always Yunho complimented:

"You look so beautiful in that dress, the color matches your eyes perfectly." he said, when you both finished your dinner. The situation was quite embarrassing: you were constantly making eye contact, but not a single word leaving your mouth, expect a small murmur:

"Thank you, you're also very handsome..."

You didn't know if what happened at your house was only a joke, or his attempt to approach you, whatever it was, his previous proposal was now torturing your mind. After thinking of it a little too much you finally chose to just ignore it, and tried to enjoy some good time with Yunho.

"Oh God... he's drunk" you looked at his red face, chuckling while taking other sips of wine, his sight seemed fogged as he was trying hard to focus on your face when you talked:

"Yunho, you should stop drinking."

He laughed out loud, almost losing his balance, sat on his chair: "i can't! im so happy!"

"Why?" you asked, confused.

"Because i finally asked you to hang out with me!" he smiled, before standing up, already on the verge of falling, you stood up and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, yours on his shoulder, helping him to walk straight. Your legs were shaking too, not because of the alcohol, but for the feeling of Yunho's finger gripping at your body, which drove you crazy. A smirk was continuously placed on his face, his head resting on the top of yours, as you were accompanying him to his car. You asked for its keys and sat in the driver's seat. You didn't know his address and because he was drunk he couldn't remember it, so you drove to your house. You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth and getting ready to go to sleep, once you got out, you found him already sleeping on you bed. You headed towards him, and knelt down to look at his tired face.

"He looks so cute... wait- and now? where do i sleep??"

You looked around, despite you hadn't another bed at your place, and there was no way you'd sleep on the floor, excluding your mini couch. You had no choice but to lay on your bed, staring at Yunho till collapsing from your tiredness.

The morning after, you woke up at the sunrise, when you turned your head to look for Yunho, you're heart almost stopped at the sight of his face a few inches from yours. His soft cheeks resting on the pillow made him look adorable. That moment felt perfect, until you moved your gaze down his body, and noticed his crotch pressing against the fabric of his pants, as if it wanted to escape from them, you widened your eyes, amazed:

"Jeez- he's pretty big..." you murmured, and suddenly frozen hearing Yunho yawning, having just woke up.

"what did you say, y/n? Wait... why am i laying on your bed?! W-what happened yesterday??" he immediately stood up, panick rushing inside his body.

"Nothing, you were drunk so i took you to my place."

He looked down at the feeling of his pants tightening, and gasped, knowing that you probably noticed it too, he moved his gaze at you nervously, then chuckled shyly:

"Uhm well... i should go now and take care of... the bar" he squeezed his eyes and sighed: "Yeah, the bar..."

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼

The next weeks went as usual, just working and drooling secretly for your boss, handsome and kind as always. You were now sure that you loved him, what you kept asking to yourself was if he felt the same for you. And how could you prove that? Teasing him. Usually he was the one that "involuntarily" teased you in many ways. So you finally decided to test the waters, pretending to act normal as you were voluntarily driving him crazy. You actually acted like an annoying slut in his presence, rubbing yourself against him in every occasion, walking sensually, sure that his gaze was glued to your ass, sometimes you even vaguely flirted with cute costumers just to get him jealous. After only a week, you could tell that he was extremely on the verge of losing his patience.

It was late October, outside was raining hard and the bar was completely empty of people, just you and Yunho. He was looking intensely at you, while you were decorating a cupcake for fun, sometimes licking the cream off of your fingers joyfully. He sighed, arm crossed:

"Why you keep acting like this, huh?" he headed towards you, till he was just a few inches far from you.

"Like what?" you smirked at him.

"Like a slut, are you joking or just needy for cock? Tell me."

"Maybe both, don't know. Maybe i just need to get what im craving, don't you think?" Where did you even find that confidence all of a sudden? Was your whore side finally taking the control?

He got closer to you, the feeling of his heavy breath on your lips: "Uh-huh? And what do you crave so bad?"

you giggled, your heartbeat starting to accelerate: "Guess."

He sighed again, but this time a small smirk taking his way on his lips: "Come on doll, just stop joking around, i perfectly know you want me." he got closer, whispering at your right ear: "Just wondering why you didn't fuck me that night." You bit your lower lip, how many times you asked yourself the same question? "i don't even know, maybe you can ask me again to."

Yunho laughed, nodding. He took you in his arms, and make you sit on the counter, his hands on your sides to make you stay still. You could hear his heart pulsing quickly, yours was about to flutter, and the both of you inhaling deeply the air. He whispered again, his voice lower than ever:

"Wanna fuck, my beautiful?"

You chuckled: "who told you that im yours"

"Gonna mark you right now."

You whispered back: "Go on, then." Before he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, kissing you passionately. Your tongues found their ways inside your mouths, his hands moving on every inch of your body, you could feel your skin burning under his touch. Thrill rushing in your blood as he sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys all over your sensitive skin, he was about to hike your t-shirt up when you stopped him:

"Yunho... the bar is open."

He rolled his eyes back and sighed: "Okey then, i'll bring you to my house, now." He took your hands, helping you to get down of the counter. He turned off the lights and the power of the place, you ran to his car while he was closing the bar. When you arrived, Yunho was already taking you in his arms, heading towards his bedroom. You giggled when he pinned you against the wall, him holding your wrist while you were stuck in a long, wet kiss. Small whimpers leaving your mouth, happy because you finally were trapped in his arms, horny because you were imagining what was coming next:

"Come on boss, teach me how to behave."

He groaned, looking intensely at your smirking face: "Oh fuck, i love when you call me that way" he sucked your earlobe, then murmured: "it gets me so hard, you can't even imagine." He gripped your waist, and throwed you onto the bed, leaving small kisses down your body, while he was dragging your clothes off of you, until you were completely naked. Shivers were running down your spine at the sudden cold feeling. He stood up, taking a complete look of your breathtaking body, his boner exposing his needs.

"God, you're soaking wet, all because of me." he chuckled, his chest expanding continuously as he was breathing heavily, while unbuttoning his shirt. Once he had only his boxers on, you were desperately begging him to go ahead: "please please please take them off..."

Yunho opened your legs, making room for himself. He pressed his bulge on your bare cunt, forcing you to whine annoyingly.

"You like when i tease you, don't you?"

"God im begging you please i need you inside me"

"Oh i see, should i give you what you want since you're acting so good for me?" he dragged down his underwear, his cock popping out, standing proudly: "Hmm?"

You kept nodding: "Yesyesyesyes-"

One hand held your thigh firmly as the other stroked his length a few times, preparing at the incoming pleasure he was about to feel. You arched your back when he finally pushed himself inside you, unbelievably hitting your g-spot with the first thrust:

"Fuck! Shit Yunho- s-so perfect..."

His hands were caressing your belly softly, unlike the way he was pumping in you roughly. He was too excited to finally have you, he couldn't contain himself and be gentle. No, he wanted to ruin your pretty hole so you would stop to seduce him and getting him hard during work.

"Now that you're so whiny, do you still wanna tease me?" he stopped, knowing that it would drive you crazy. He felt your walls clenching intensely, signaling him that you were "so close so close- please keep it in!"

"You're already reaching your orgasm, doll?" his cockhead rubbing against your clit, enough for you to roll your eyes back and suddenly creaming your folds. You moaned loudly, you're voice broken after only a few minutes. He leaned on you, his hands caressing your collarbones, feeling your chest widening under his palm.

"Too bad, because i haven't yet."

Yunho wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing it enough for you to breathe but not to groan. You looked at him with desperate eyes, feeling your soul almost leaving your body because of the overwhelming pleasure.

"i'll be forced to give you some days off, you're not going to walk for a week"

You wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, helping yourself to stay still while he was pressing you against the mattress. Every single thrust felt like heaven, there was no way he could be a virgin, he knew every spot where you needed to be touched. Yunho was also pretty loud during sex, your pussy fitted him perfectly, so much that he became addicted to it within the first minute. A mix of low and high moans were leaving his mouth constantly, he threw his head back once he felt his climax getting closer.

"Fuck you're so perfect for me, can't wait you to be mine."

Yunho took his hand off of your neck, and held your legs while he was pumping in you lastly. He bit his tongue forcefully, you were surely the best fuck he'd ever had. He didn't want to stop, despite the pleasure becoming too intense to be handled. Tears were falling across your face, feeling your pussy getting worshipped by his dick, too fucked out to even answer him:

"Want me to fill you with my seed, princess?"

You nodded slightly, biting your lower lip and rubbing away your ruined mascara from your eyes.

He pulled out and in, one time, rougher than ever.

"I want you to use your words when i speak."

You whined in reply: "Shit- yes boss, im begging you."

A few more thrust and he felt his orgasm hitting his body, releasing a big load, ropes of hot cum taking their way inside you, mixed with your own arousal. You both groaned at the addictive feeling. His cock was swirling once he finally slid out of you. Yunho headed towards the bathroom and brought you a towel, he caressed you inner thighs while cleaning you from the mess he made. He kissed your body repeatedly, getting closer to your face. He stopped at the sight of your surprised expression:

"Aftercare?" you asked.

"What? I might be a rough dom but im still a gentleman."

Yunho joined you on the bed, and wrapped his arms around your body in a warm hug. He moved your hair from your face leaving a small kiss on your forehead.

"Gotta make sure you'll never leave me."

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coolbeesbro · 3 months ago

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TGOFC Leshy Facts (Chapter 6 Spoilers)

There's so much that goes into each character in my au, and the last chapter I dropped had a bunch of lore for Leshy's character, and I just felt like compiling the minute facts that might be overlooked in light of the story that genuinely bring me joy.

Unlike the other siblings, Leshy was just a regular chaser worm who was evolved into something more human (even though humans aren't a thing in this universe, I can't think of a term that would convey the same thing here) through the power of the Green Crown. The others were like regular people already capable of complex thinking, bipedal etc., who came to find their crown one way or another (I'll go into them more in their own posts), so in comparison Leshy is more unpredictable and overall feral in his actions and mannerisms. He also still has a strong connection with the worms and can communicate with them perfectly fine, giving him an advantage over prior gods of Chaos who couldn't control them at all.

Some examples of him being more animalistic is the fact that he's being prone to biting just because, and still having urges like burrowing underground being more comfortable for him than sleeping in an actual bed, and randomly making strange little noises. He also thinks nothing about eating through and ripping up the floorboards in his house, and has Heket bring him spare lumber to store as a "little snack" when he's too lazy to get up and go to the dining hall and raid the kitchen. Every sibling's homes are reflective of their personalities, and where Heket, Kallamar, Narinder and Shamura have furniture and decor, Leshy's home, though normal looking from the outside, is literally just an empty room with the majority of the floorboards ripped up or gnawed through, looking like a storm ripped through the inside of his home. He has no furniture or decor outside of a few potted plants gifted to him by Tebryn (au yellow cat).

Another thing, and this might be controversial, is that he's actually terrible when it comes to taking care of plants. Almost every plant he owns is either dead, or on the brink of death, but he doesn't really know it since he can't see for himself that they are. He use to be good at it, but that ended up being 100% the Green Crown's power. Having not been capable of thinking past basic animal instincts prior to becoming a god, he can't fathom that he might not actually know what he's doing. Tebryn teases him lightly about it, but also doesn't have the heart to tell him that the plants in his window died months ago. There's one plant that's hanging on by a thread, an overwatered camellia bonsai that's now really just a stick in dirt with 3 leaves, and it only stays alive because Tebryn repots and tends to it when Leshy isn't paying attention. That doesn't stop Leshy from attempting to unintentionally over-trim the tree, much to Tebryn's dismay.

When he was still just a baby up until his toddler years, he would often just run around naked (only covered by leaves) and Heket would struggle to just get him to keep at least his cloak on (there'll be a flashback to a scene like that later on). One second he would be fully clothed, she would look away for just a moment, then look back to see Leshy running away on all fours with his clothes in a trail behind him. Now, if not for the fact that he'd get a lecture from the others on why he needs to stay clothed out in public, he would probably be in the nude 24/7.

As a product of his rapid evolution, his appearance from what chaser worms are in present day is drastically different; since while they evolved over time, he was like a preservation of their past. Like how he burrows into dirt, where they no longer have to due to evolution giving them large horns and a larger/tougher build for protection. Instinctually, he still attaches sticks to his head, which was both a defense mechanism of sorts along with helping with hunting. Being partly burrowed in the ground helped him feel vibrations of things walking near him; and with his head sticking up past the dirt, he looked more shrub-like so predators wouldn't go after him, and also prey would be more inclined to walk near him or use him as shelter, making for easier meals.

I also decided to make him a trans man, because why does Shamura get to be the only trans one (also as a youngest child who's a trans man I decided that my comfort character WILL be trans as well.)? With the help of Kallamar he's able to transition with HRT and other surgeries. Nobody but his siblings know he's trans, and is 100% passing as cis to everyone else. He's also the shortest of all the siblings, followed by Shamura, then Narinder, Heket and Kallamar.

There's definitely more than this, but my god I realized just how long this was getting so I'll end it here unless people want me to make a continuation.

#leshy #cotl leshy #cult of the lamb leshy #leshy x yellow cat #leshycat #cotl #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cult of the lamb fanfic #tgofc

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simdertalia · 1 year ago

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🍎 ACNH School Set ✏️

48 Now 49 items (I added a school bell for the wall) | Sims 4, Base game compatible.

As usual, all original swatches included with lots of extras added by me! ☺️💗 I'm very excited to share the Monarch butterfly Breeding Project, which I made myself. When I was in school we raised some Monarchs and released them when they emerged & matured, it was really cool AND I love to share items that also raise some kind of awareness on important issues when the inspiration strikes me. Saving the Monarch butterflies is definitely one of them! You can read about how to help them here.

Type “ACNH School” into the search query in build mode to find quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing the title and it will appear.

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses. (I used this to "hang" the backpacks from the hook on the side of the student desk in the preview image above, for instance. To put it at the correct height, raise the backback 2 times.)

I hope you enjoy!

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gaytamorfosi · 1 year ago

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You can stay with Me

🇬🇧 ("Puoi stare con me" Versione Inglese)

Massimo was drinking his coffee standing in the middle of the living room, staring at the objects he had just purchased to decorate his small apartment in the center of Milan. That little house had cost a fortune, but at least now he lived near the bank where he worked. The decorator had done an excellent job, the apartment looked like it came from a photo in a furniture catalogue, plus Massimo's refined style and obsession with cleanliness meant that the apartment always remained perfect, like new. Massimo's life was divided between work and that small empty apartment. Even if the space available was very little, Massimo would have shared it very willingly, he had been dreaming of a relationship for some time, but at the dawn of 45 the poor employee had stopped fantasizing, also because his relationships (in the rare cases in which started) did not last more than a few dates. Massimo had some relatives (whom he rarely heard from) and a small group of friends, who very rarely was joined by anyone else.

That Friday evening Massimo's small group of friends had invited him out for a pizza, but it had been a hard day and Massimo didn't want to go out with the usual people to hear the usual conversations, much less in front of a slice of fat and greasy pizza. Massimo often fasted; he had a complicated relationship with food. His physique was frail and thin, sometimes people looked at him and wondered how such a lean body could support that big head full of black hair. Massimo shaved and waxed: the streets of Milan were full of young, handsome, thin boys who seemed to be blessed by nature. Massimo had chased that ideal of beauty for years, but at his age he looked almost grotesque filing and limiting his small body. Massimo used to be chubby as a teen and was terrified of becoming like that again, his body would have gained mass without too much effort if he hadn't placed all those limitations on himself. His body was like an oak tree that had been given the treatment of a bonsai, cutting off all the branches and not giving it the chance to grow.

At one in the morning a notification interrupted the music, which Massimo had been keeping in the background for hours with his Bluetooth speaker. In the "friends" WhatsApp group Paride had written: "Guys, I missed the last train, I think I have to see if there’s a replacement bus or if I can call a taxi". Paride didn't always go out with Massimo and his friends, because he lived in the province and had to take the train to reach the center of Milan. He was 28 years old, not too tall, a little chubby but with a nice face. He was polite and kind, Massimo liked him a lot but knew he had no chance with him, because Paride had been having a relationship with another boy for some years, a practically perfect relationship, if marriage between two men in Italy had been legal those two certainly would have been married.

Massimo was sorry to have missed an outing in which Paride was also there, but perhaps luck that evening had given him the very rare chance to spend some time alone with him. "If you want you can sleep here with me" Massimo wrote in the group chat, blushing. Paride and Massimo, even though they had known each other for years, had never spent time together alone, Paride's boyfriend or some other friend was always present. In addition to this, Massimo was very shy and rarely entered into his friends' conversations, so when they were in a group, Paride barely looked at him.

"OMG! Thank you very much Massimo, I'm on my way"

After 25 minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Massimo, Paride rang the doorbell and Massimo opened the door. Upon entering, Paride took off his shoes, he had already been to Massimo's house and knew well that that was the rule in his house, because Massimo hated dirt. For Paride, entering Massimo's house was always a bit like entering a sanctuary, he was terrified of breaking or dirtying something, even just breathing made him feel out of place. After some lukewarm pleasantries, Massimo invited Paride to sit on the sofa, the conversation ended immediately and an awkward silence filled the air.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?"

"Just a glass of water, thanks, the pizza made me thirsty"

Paride drank slowly, trying to fill that silence that seemed suspended in time. "Should I sleep here?" Paride said pointing to an inflatable mattress properly prepared with sheets, pillows and blankets. He was usually self-confident when he chatted with friends, but now he almost seemed embarrassed. Instead of his eyes, Paride stared at his friend's slender feet, embraced by two white and red socks made of thin fabric. Paride had a weakness for men's feet, it wasn't really a fetish, but there was a sort of attraction. Taking his gaze away from the socks and placing it at random on the turned off television he thought: "I wonder if this thing of making guests take off their shoes is an excuse to see them barefoot", then he forced himself to think of something else. "If you prefer, I'll leave the bedroom to you, I've already changed the sheets" said Massimo. The image of Paride in his bed was exciting to Massimo, even though he knew full well that he wouldn’t dare to join him.

-No, this mattress will be fine, I don't want to be too intrusive.

-Are you sure?

-Yes, you are already giving me such a great gift by letting me stay here.

Massimo in his bed struggled to fall asleep, he couldn't remember the last time a boy had stayed with him to sleep; Paride had not stopped by to spend the night with him, yet Massimo was thrilled that he was there, in his house. Around three in the morning Massimo woke up with a start: Paride was getting into his bed. "What happens?" Massimo asked, "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you, I think the air mattress has a hole. Does it bother you if I sleep here?" Paride replied.

-Don't worry, come, I'll make room for you.

-Thank you, sorry again, I ended up being even more intrusive than I thought.

-No, I should be sorry, I didn't imagine that the mattress was punctured.

Paride climbed into bed trembling, his skin was frozen because the floor in the living room was very cold, he crouched down where Massimo's body had warmed the sheets. Massimo's heart pounded like a bass drum in his frail chest, that made even more terrified at the idea that Paride might hear him. Massimo didn't even have time to ask himself why the boy hadn't chosen to move onto the sofa, his blood slowly leaving the brain to fill a pulsating erection, which was very difficult to hide when sharing the bed with another person.

Paride pretended to have already fallen asleep, but the fact of sharing the bed with a man who was not his boyfriend did not leave him indifferent either. The image of Massimo's thin feet continually recurred in his head: they were so perfect, they seemed to have come out of a drawing. Minutes passed, in the room there was a silence that seemed almost tangible, alive, as if the silence was a third person, who had to take up his space and forcefully demonstrate his presence. "I wish there wasn't this embarrassment, I wish our relationship was different" they both thought.

It is in the most unthinkable moments that the most incredible things happen.

While Massimo was trying to turn around to hide his erection, his foot brushed against Paride's, who tried impulsively to push him away, but by moving his leg he accidentally slipped it between Massimo's, realizing that the owner of the house was quite excited. “Sorry,” they chorused. "I tried to hold back but I can't do anything about it" added Massimo after a few seconds. "I take it as a compliment," Paride said, barely holding back a laugh. "Who would have thought that you were so well packed" said Paride, "Such a small body combined with such a large and intrusive penis, your proportions should be corrected". Where had such an absurd statement come from? But at that moment Paride couldn't let those words fall back into silence again, the embarrassment would return and it would be much more unbearable than before, so he decided to continue talking: "Actually you are already quite tall, it makes sense that your penis is larger than the average one." Massimo wanted to sink into that bed, shame was devouring him, he didn't notice that his member had started to grow more than it did with a normal erection, it seemed to obey Paride' fantasy like a well-disciplined soldier. "You should be the type of person who eats a lot and works to put on muscle mass, because that thing on such a skinny body is jarring." Massimo's body swelled; Gallons of warm, blood coursed along the fibers of his pulsating muscles, which multiplied in size by the second. Massimo looked like a different person, he no longer looked like a dehydrated twig, but was much more like the oak tree that genetics would have allowed him to become, if only he hadn't skipped meals and joined the gym. "Your personality should also be changed, you should be a little bolder, determined, demanding and ambitious."

A sudden desire for revenge ignited within Massimo, who had the courage to reply: "You talk too much, you're not perfect either, start with losing a few kilos". Paride' body began to do the opposite of Massimo' and as all the excess weight vanished, the skin on his body became toned and firm. Paride seemed more and more like one of those kids so envied by Massimo. "You speak without thinking, you sound like a kid between 19 and 20." Paride quickly rejuvenated, forgetting the relationship he had had for 6 years. "You've become too confident, I don't accept comments like that from just any friend, you can only allow yourself to say things like that if you're my boyfriend."

Paride turned on the light on the bedside table, but neither of them was surprised to see the other totally transformed. "What were we talking about?" Paride asked. Massimo had the impression of having argued, but he absolutely didn't remember what he had said, then he lowered his eyes and saw the throbbing erection which, despite everything, was still there, more present than ever. "Now I understand why you woke me up" said Paride, putting his hand in Massimo's underwear.

The next morning Paride woke up and saw his boyfriend, Massimo, getting dressed.

-Are you going to work today too?

-Living as a couple in the center of Milan isn't cheap, you know, that's why I have to go.

-Can't you stay here with me in bed for a while? Today is Saturday...

-I already told my boss that I would work on an unfinished job.

-You're really sexy in a suit and tie, you know?

Paride reached out towards the belt that Massimo had just fastened and began to unfasten it, then buried his face in his package. "Aren't you satisfied with what we did last night?", Massimo said as he got excited again. "You seem to still be hungry too" Paride replied with a mischievous smile.

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𝘓𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭'𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵à, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰. 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

#male transformation #male tf #male body swap #gay body swap #gaytamorfosi #gay transformation #gay tf

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natalchartnurtures · 1 year ago

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Astrology and Chill: Finding Your Perfect Hobby

Hobbies... let's see if astrology could help us develop any. You're gonna want to look at your sun sign, moon sign, ascendant, Venus, and 5th placements. Why?

Sun - Hobbies picked based on your sign's vibe help you express your essence and who you truly are as a person, strengthening your sense of self and identity. It helps you become secure in yourself in various ways as well.

Moon - Hobbies picked based on your moon would allow you to express your emotions, which is powerful in itself. This could cater to your emotional well-being or help aid in your emotional healing journey.

Ascendant: Rising is all about how you present yourself to the world. So, picking a hobby based on your rising sign could help you align with the part of you that loves to interact with people (however little or many in your life). It would help you be more social, maybe just a tiny bit more outgoing, but every bit counts.

Venus - Well, this just goes without saying. Picking hobbies based on your Venus sign has the potential to bring you pleasure, joy, and that yummy satisfaction. It could even add to your overall beauty.

Lastly, the 5th house - Ruling over the area of hobbies, looking at the sign can give you an idea of a hobby that best aligns with your natural creative self-expression and has the ability to express your inner child. It could bring a sense of lightheartedness into your life.

So here are some hobby suggestions to get your brain juices flowing:

Aries Energy: Try High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) workouts or any kind of workout, really. Quick, intense bursts of exercise will satisfy your need for action and keep you in top shape. It doesn't even have to be a traditional workout; you could try biking, join a martial arts class (kind of cliché but whatever works for you), or do power yoga. On the flip side, if you happen to own a pogo stick, babe, there's your new hobby -> pogo-stick-jumping competitions. 😜

Taurus Energy: Slow down and embrace the art of patience, Taurus. Cultivate your miniature oasis with bonsai gardening. Shaping these tiny trees allows you to connect with nature and indulge your love for aesthetics. If bonsai trees aren't your thing, understandably so, you could start a herb garden and nurture that instead. It's a practical and rewarding way to bring fresh flavors to your kitchen.

Gemini Energy: Stimulate your quick-witted mind with some speed scrabble, or, on a more fun note, you could try podcasting. You don't actually have to release any; just record yourself pretending to be a podcaster and talk about anything and everything. Keep the recordings as video diaries or do whatever you want with them. It's a great outlet, to be honest. Not gonna lie (not my Gemini Venus-ass loving this idea, lol 😛).

Cancer Energy: Dive into the world of sentimental creativity, Cancer. Preserve cherished memories by creating a memory quilt. Each square tells a story; you could embroider the squares, get the fabric printed. You could even start small and create a miniature quilt first before taking on a monstrous project like that. Alternatively, grab your camera and capture pictures of the moon, in all her phases and colors, and decorate your space with your pictures of the moon. Ugh, love!

Leo Energy: Be the star of your own show, Leo! Create a mini home theater production, complete with homemade costumes and dramatic flair. You could even try some DIY home decor to customize your space for optimum self-expression.

Virgo Energy: Unleash your eye for detail, Virgo. Dive into the world of precision origami. Folding paper into intricate designs not only hones your focus but also results in beautiful, miniature works of art. Speaking of miniature, you could even try your hand at building one of those incredibly detailed miniature houses. Get a kit off of Amazon and build away, Virgo.

Libra Energy: Bring your love for balance to social gatherings, Libra. Host interactive murder mystery parties where your friends become characters in a thrilling plot. The perfect blend of drama and social harmony. You could even host a small book club, be it online or offline, with however many people you like.

Scorpio Energy: Embrace the mystique, Scorpio. Dive into the art of candle carving. Craft intricate designs on wax, creating candles that exude mystery and allure. Alternatively, you could play video games that allow you to be a detective and uncover the truth behind mysteries. 😮

Sagittarius Energy: Satisfy your wanderlust, Sagittarius. Explore your local area like a tourist. Discover hidden gems, try new cafes, and appreciate the adventure within reach. Maybe even take pictures of your little gallivantings and have them as precious keepsakes. ❤️

Capricorn Energy: Connect with your earthy side, Capricorn. Delve into the art of terrarium building, creating tiny ecosystems within glass containers that blend nature and minimalistic design. Alternatively, if you don't want to go the unusual route and wish to nurture your love for tradition, you could learn ancient calligraphy—a disciplined yet artistic hobby to indulge in when you're not out there kicking ass and making money moves. :)

Aquarius Energy: Embrace your love for innovation, Aquarius. Try your hand at DIY electronics projects. From building simple gadgets to exploring coding, it's a tech-savvy way to express your creativity. Alternatively, you can scour thrift stores, garage sales, or even your own home for materials to transform into imaginative sculptures, wall art, or even functional pieces. This hobby not only unleashes your creativity but also aligns with your humanitarian and eco-friendly tendencies, promoting a sustainable approach to art.

Pisces Energy: Tap into your dreamy side, Pisces. Create your own dreamcatchers. It's a crafty and symbolic way to channel your imaginative energy. Alternatively, you could combine dream journaling with art. Illustrate your dreams in a visual diary; it would allow your subconscious to express itself through your art

So that was my take on how you can get started on building a meaningful hobby, based on your natural energies :]

Love and Loads of Light <3

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cheerry-bomb · 6 months ago

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SPOTLIGHT FOR NEW CONTENT REVEALED

First off, LOCAL CO OP!

The Goat can do everything The Lamb can do, including giving sermons! I wonder how theyll handle the camera aspect, though. Would it be split screen or would the camera continuously pan out? And how would this work for the beginning of the game? Will they come out of a puddle like in the trailer?

Next up: NEW DECORATIONS!

So far, there’s a Knucklebones table, which may be a coop minigame you can play with The Goat, as well as bamboo walls, new hanging lamps, a mini pagoda, and on the bottom right you can see a bonsai tree! Lots of asian themed decorations.

Also revealed is a play pen for the baby followers, i assume so you can keep them in one place so they dont poop everywhere? There’s a limit in how many you can keep and a… recipe book? Do the babies make something in this pen? Or is it so you can assign a follower to be a babysitter while you crusade?

Finally: NEW CAPES!

WE GET A COWBOY LAMB!!!! AND THEIR CROWN BECOMES A SWEET HAT!!! What buffs would this provide? Maybe it makes guns become more likely to drop during a crusade, or increases the number of bullets of the gun? Do you think maybe a new location is hinted here, since The Lamb is going through the portal as this? Would this cape be essential to wear for this new location?

That’s all the stuff I’ve found so far! Let me know if you spot anything else I didnt mention!

#cult of the lamb #cotl

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zandiiangelspit · 1 year ago

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Will you draw zikey with their kids? Also i curious how does mikey treat his nieces and nephews

I've been planning to draw them for a long time! Here you go, the little Zikey family~ ♡

The first born were the twins, Brandon and Lucas.

Followed by little Natalie. (More info below about the children and Uncle Mikey ♡

Lucas is essentially a mini Mikey, while Brandon takes after Zandii's brother.

All three are little balls of sunshine! The twins are extremely protective of their little sister. All three take after their father with picking on their uncles, but Natalie has a soft spot for Leo, enjoying his collection of Bonsai trees she's adamant are enchanted (so she decorates with little unicorns and kirin toys). ~~~

Uncle Mikey is the best, his nieces and nephews dubbing him the "fun uncle".

He's always up for playing games and going on adventures, loves to have big food parties where he cooks way too much - not that they ever complain about that.

Sure, sometimes he can be a "bad influence" but he always encourages the best in the children as well as offering safe places for them to be as loud or quiet as they like. Whether it's charging "into make-belief battle" with Sera, causing chaos for Raph when he gets home.

Making coffee cakes and making a mess with Lyra and Matthias for Donnie to walk into later.

Or quietly painting with Kayode, practicing calligraphy to show Leo.

Mikey has always had a way with children, his easy going and casual nature making him a great teacher at the dojo too.

#drawings #answered #tmnt #human!tmnt #Human!michelangelo #Human!mikey #zandii #zikey #zikey family #ocs #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse

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bellahomes1050 · 4 months ago

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Title: Explore Independent Art Stores Near You for Unique Home Decor | Bella Homes Interiors

Introduction

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Independent art stores are fantastic places to find unique and artistic home decor items that elevate your living space. At Bella Homes Interiors, we believe in the power of unique decor to reflect your personal style. From artificial plants and bonsais to brass sculptures and Dhokra art, these stores offer a variety of items that can enhance your home with contemporary, traditional, and eclectic designs.

Explore your local independent art stores today and discover the perfect pieces to complement your home decor!

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#home decor #home renovation #home design #interior design #homedecor #homeimprovement #furniture #decor #interiors #homerenovation

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erio-towa · 11 months ago

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So I got the Yamatai Tavern set, and despite the promo for it being a weird dojo sort of deal for some reason, my immediate thought was to build an edo-style izakaya. I didn't use mod added items for this build (hence why it's so sparse and the menu is in stygian), but I did have "less building placement restrictions" installed.

one thing I realized almost immediately is that the reason they spammed the lanterns like crazy in the promo is that the yamatai lanterns are extremely dim, though they're ok when used with other lighting sources.

as for the other items - the bar itself is pretty nice looking, though it does seem like it was designed to also work for a khitan build.

the bar stools feature some clipping but nothing too major.

the painting and bonsai look nice, which is about all you can expect from them, the irori functions as a large campfire while being about half the size, and the table is just, a low dining table.

my biggest gripes are with the tatami and zabuton. the zabuton are just decoration with no interactions - you can emote sit on them but that's it. the tatami is about 6 weirdly proportioned mats (realistically a tatami mat should be about half tile sized, but these are about a quarter and then there's two that are about 1/8th sized) all stuck together in a predefined layout that's hard to place in a row and impossible to place in an auspicious layout.

the biggest issue I have with the set is that it's ludicrously expensive for what you get (a little over 2,700 crom coins) and simply put - most of the items in this set have equivalents in "asshuri's treasures" and "beyond decor: rustic" in more functional configurations for free.

#conan exiles #games #screenshots #mine

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saitama-division · 2 months ago

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It was late in the evening when the Saitama division team returned to the Miyuki residence. Though Sayaka insisted on staying home for her birthday, her best friend and surrogate sister, Lola, refused to take 'no' for an answer (It also didn't help that Yoshiko had sided with Lola, wanting to go out to eat, as well). As such, the birthday woman relented, though she was firm that the group return home no later than 10 P.M., as it was still a school night and Yoshiko had class in the morning.

Upon returning, the group of women stopped as they looked as the porch was covered with a multitude of boxes, no doubt all for the birthday woman, herself.

"Are... are these all for me?" Sayaka asked, speaking out loud.

"Well, it is your birthday, Mama!" Lola answered, as she was holding Yoshiko on her shoulders, who was enjoying being above everyone else.

"It seems like there are more here than last year." Kureha stated, as she began picking up the gifts and carrying them in the house as Sayaka unlocked the front door. Within a few minutes, all the gifts were moved from the front porch into the family living room.

"Can we open them now, Mama?!" Yoshiko asked, only for Sayaka to frown.

"Not tonight, sweetie." Sayaka answered. "It's already past your bedtime."

"Aww!" Yoshiko pouted.

"Oh, come on, Sweetness!" Lola said, already holding one of the boxes. "I want to see what you got myself."

"Lola..." Sayaka said, frowning at her friend, before sighing. "Fine, but only a few of them."

"Yay!" Both Lola and Yoshiko exclaimed, making Kureha wince as she gingerly rubbed the inside of her ears. Picking up the first gift, which wasn't very heavy, but not light either, the matriarch unwrapped the gift and pulled out the item.

The first box contained a black leather jacket with a butterfly motif on the back, as well as 'SAYAKA' written at the top.

"Oh my," Sayaka said, looking at it from all sides.

"Try it on, Sweetness! I want to see how it looks!"

Looking at Lola, slightly exasperated, the matriarch obeyed, nonetheless, slipping the jacket on. She had to admit, it felt sort of good.

"Look good, babe!" Lola complimented, giving her a thumbs up.

"Oh hey," Kureha said, walking up to Sayaka and pulling something off of the jacket.

"A note." She said, holding up a piece of paper with writing on it. Handing it to her mother, Sayaka unfolded it and read it:

"Happy birthday, Butterfly! Sorry for delivering this so late! The girl I had design it was taking her good, sweet time, but she delivered. Make sure you wear that thing from now on. It'll earn you kudos points when you go out. Trust me. Enjoy the rest of your birthday!

Sincerely,

Aranai "Ride or Die" Norikoru"

"Hmm, not bad." Lola said, hearing that jacket was from Aranai. "Kid's got good taste."

Shaking her head at her friend, Sayaka sat back down on the couch as she opened the next gift, which was smaller than the first.

It was a small, yet perfectly maintained bonsai tree with butterfly decorations on the branches. What really cemented it was the fact that Sayaka's full name was at the glass dish, and a photo of Sayaka underneath the tree.

"Mommy, it's you!" Yoshiko said, pointing to the photo.

"Ha, yes, it is, sweetie." Sayaka said, looking at the tree, surprised but happy.

"Did it say who it's from?" Kureha asked, looking around the tree in her mother's hands.

"Umm... oh, hold on."

Reaching into the box the tree came in, she pulled out a note similar to the Aranai's. Unfolding this one, she read it:

"A most joyous happy birthday once again to you, Sayaka-san! I pray that you are enjoying this day that the Lord has blessed you with. I've been practicing on pruning bonsai trees, and this was the first one that I was thoroughly pleased with, so I decided to gift it to you. I hope you enjoy it and take good care of it. Happy birthday once again, and may God bless you with many, many more!

Sincerely,

Shisuta"

"Ugh, I know she means well, but she really needs to work on gift-giving skills." Lola said, rolling her eyes at the tree and note.

"Lola, be nice." Sayaka said, frowning at her friend, as she looked back at the bonsai tree, smiling at it. "Truthfully, gifts like these mean a lot. I'll have to thank Shisuta for this on her birthday."

"Whatever."

Ignoring her friend, Sayaka turned to the next gift, which was the smallest so far. Opening it, the matriarch gasped silently.

It was an engraved fountain pen with a butterfly motif on it. Sayaka gently picked it up from all sides and looked it, fascinated with it. On the top of the box it came in, there was another note, which read:

"A very happy birthday to you once again, Sayaka-san. I truly hope that it was a good one, as always. You mentioned a few weeks ago that you had misplaced a particular pen you had liked, so I thought you might like this. I know it won't replace the one you lost, but I hope you find it useful, regardless. Your work, as always, is always greatly appreciated. I thank you once again for all that you do. See you at work again sometime. And once again, a very happy birthday to you.

Sincerely,

Kisouna Yuzairu"

"A pen?" Lola questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Does your job even require you to use to write often? I thought you were a crime scientist or something, Sweetness."

"The proper term is 'forensic scientist'." Kureha corrected.

"And I still have to write up reports on my findings when I'm done." Sayaka explained, before looking back at the pen with a smile. "So, a pen like this is going to be very helpful."

"If you say so."

Placing the pen back in its box, Sayaka turned to her fourth gift. She sighed as she was halfway done, thankfully. This next gift was a lot smaller than the previous one, making it the smallest out of the bunch; no surprise since it was a jewelry box.

It was a gold bracelet with different colored stones embedded in each opening. Holding it up, all of the women looked as the stones glistened off the living light, making it sparkle.

"Wow, it's so pretty, Mommy!" Yoshiko said, staring at it.

"Yeah, this gift is a hell of a lot better than the previous ones." Lola agreed. "Who sent it?"

"Umm..." Looking inside the gift box, at the top, there was some writing, which said:

"Sayaka-san, a very happy birthday to you. You mentioned in our last class that your birthday was coming up, so I decided to make you something, as thanks for your dedication in coming to our yoga class when you can. It's a chakra bracelet, meant to symbolize balance and inner peace. I hope it can provide you with just those things. Look upon it when times are tough, and I'm sure your burdens will be lighter. May your birthday continue to be a great one.

Sincerely,

Ivelisse Martinez"

"Ugh, great. And just like that, the gift is ruined." Lola said, pouting.

"Is there a particular reason you're being so vocal this evening?" Kureha asked, frowning at her friend/annoying mentor.

"Probably because I expect more from these gifts! So far, they've been one bad gift after another."

"Why are you even complaining? None of them are for you. They're for Mom." Kureha argued.

"And I actually have liked all of the gifts I've gotten, Lola." Sayaka said, frowning at her friend as the chakra bracelet was now on her wrist. "So please stop complaining. These gifts were given out of love."

"Fine, fine." Lola said, holding her hands up. "I'll keep my comments to myself."

"Much appreciated."

Turning to the fifth gift, the matriarch noted that this one was small as well, though not as small as Kisouna's or Ivelisse's. Opening it, she and the others looked at what was inside.

It was a music box adorned with a butterfly motif, like the rest of the gifts. What made the gift even more enchanting was the fact that, like Shisuta's gift, a drawing of Sayaka was present.

"Is... is that me?" Sayaka asked, looking at the drawing.

"You look pretty, Mommy!" Yoshiko said, getting up close to the music box, smiling at the drawing.

"Thank you, Sweetie." Sayaka said, rubbing her child's head, a small blush on her cheeks.

"Who's it from?" Lola asked.

"Why?" Kureha asked, looking back at her with a frown. "Wanna complain about this gift too?"

"I'm just curious! I wasn't going to say anything about it."

"Uh-huh."

Looking around, Sayaka couldn't find any indication of who sent it. Opening it up, she and the other women present listened as a small tune started playing, which sounded familiar to Sayaka as the tune continued playing.

"Where have I heard this before?" She wondered, listening deeply and closely to the melody. Not able to place it at the moment, she simply smiled as it was a very nice one. Looking inside, a note was placed, which she picked up and read:

"Happy birthday to you, Sayaka-san. I hope it is going well for you. I apologize that we haven't really talked much up until now, but it is always good to hear you doing well. Zakari mentioned that he heard from Kensaku-san that your birthday was coming up, so I spent the better part of a week making this, along with his and my wife's help. She did the drawing while he helped put this thing together. I only contributed to the music. It was a beat we worked on together back during the TDD days, but it never got released because... well, I'm sure you know.

But it suddenly came to my mind when I was thinking of a song to put in. I hope both the tune and this box can remind you of happier times when everything was right with the world. A happy birthday to you again. I look forward to seeing you and your team later on in the year during the Collab Event. Until then, stay safe.

Sincerely,

Kai Quinlan"

"Oh! That's where I heard it from!" Sayaka said, suddenly remembering.

"You know this tune, Mom?" Kureha asked.

"Kai and I came up with it back when we were with TDD, but... it never got released, unfortunately." Sayaka said, sadly.

"Aww, I'm sorry to hear that, Mama." Lola said. "Hey, at least you have something to remember it by now."

"...True." Sayaka nodded, looking back at the music box with a smile. As the tune ended, she closed the box and put it off to the side, promising that she'd find a special place in the house to put it. She then turned to the sixth and final gift. This gift was far bigger than the rest.

"I'm pretty sure we all know what this one is," Lola said, smirking.

"This would be the only gift that you'd get excited about." Kureha said, rolling her eyes, to which Lola simply shrugged.

Inside the last gift was, not surprisingly, a two-layered birthday cake with butterflies adorning it. In the front of the cake was written, 'Happy Birthday, Sayaka' in cursive. Inside the box it came in, a letter was written, which read:

"Dear Sayaka-san,

A very happy birthday to you once more. I hope that it has been a good one. And I hope this birthday cake helps to make it even better. May you celebrate many, many more years.

Sincerely,

Luis Kōkyū"

“Wooow, lovely, seems like you’re getting more and more popular with each year, how does it feel, Ms. Miyuki, to be the most loved contestant in the whole D.R.B.?” Lola grinned while holding out an imaginary microphone to Sayaka who only laughed and bashfully pushed her hand away. “Oh stop it, Lola, that’s too much, I just simply treat people how I want to be treated, with kindness and respect, such things go a long way, y’know?”

“Yeah, I doubt Lola would know what those words would mean.” Kureha shot at Lola who only responded by sticking her tongue out at her best friend. “Oh hush, Ms. Anti-Social, at least I have more than 3 friends and won’t scream at the sight of sunlight.”

Kureha rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Freakoff Queen.”

“Girls, enough, it’s much too late for that.” Sayaka gently reprimanded both women who responded with half hearted apologies. Luckily, Yoshiko wasn’t listening in as the little girl was much too focused on the glittering cake in front of her, she reached up to tug Sayaka’s sleeve, “Mommyyyyy…” She looked up at her, smaller wide amber eyes clashing with bigger ones, immediately all three women knew what she was thinking and as much as Sayaka loved and cherished her baby girl even letting her get away with things more often than not, she knew that she had to firmly put on the mom hat and put her foot down.

The older brunette woman hoisted her daughter onto her lap and patted her head. “Sorry honey bunny but the party is officially over and you have school in the morning, it’s already way past your bedtime as it is.”

Immediately, Yoshiko deflated in her mother’s arms, slumping dejectedly against her, it was quite comical how she went from excited to disappointed in just a matter of seconds. “But mommy, please? With sprinkles on top?” She begged, even jutted out her bottom lip for good measure.

Lola bit her lip to keep from giggling and even Kureha cracked a smile, Sayaka wanted to grin too but she kept strong as she knew that if she did so right now, that would only give Yoshiko more motivation to keep pushing. “Nope and speaking of sprinkles, you’ve already had some and more today, both from the cake Kanra-chan gave us and from when we went to dinner and you had that ice cream sundae, I think you had enough sugar for today, sorry baby but now it’s time for you to get washed up and put to bed.”

Sayaka saw how sad Yoshiko was getting and booped her nose to make her feel better. “You’re a good girl, Yoshi, so I know you won’t fight me on this but I tell you what, how about I read a few chapters from your favorite book, would that make you feel better, hm?”

Yoshiko pouted and furrowed her brows, a clear sign to Sayaka that told her that she was thinking very hard on her offer before letting out a large puff of air and nodding. “Okay, but you have to do the voices! Auntie and Big sis too! It won’t sound the same!”

“I-“ Kureha went to protest but was cut off by Lola slapping her hand in front of her mouth, a large grin on her own face. “Of course we will, munchkin, as long as you listen to mama and don’t cause her no fuss.” The model beamed and Kureha glared daggers at her but made no move to remove the hand from her mouth.

“Yay! This is…” A yawn had cut Yoshiko off, it seemed like the excitement of celebrating her mama’s birthday had finally wore her down, she tiredly rubbed her eye as she continued. “This is gonna be awesome! I can’t wait to know what happens to the Queen and the knight and the magic lady!” She leaned her head on Sayaka’s shoulder as the older woman carried both herself and her daughter up the flight of stairs to the bathroom to get started on their nightly routine.

Sayaka chuckled and gave the side of her baby’s head a kiss. “Soon, my baby, soon.”

Thank you for the gift!