#and although this sucks i'm glad they can be together now

[jurassicpark1990]

today my family had to make the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye to our darling nettie. she made fourteen trips around the sun and things were just getting too hard for her. i'll miss her dearly but i'm glad she can snuggle up with her best friend pippa again 🐶💗

[talkbycolor]

on the other side.

A/N; sigo ardido con la gente cis pero sigo horny

Pairing; "John Doe" x AFAB!Reader

CW; glory wall, ou yea, from here you can already tell this has sex / creampie ofc, unprotected sex, kinda public too, rough and messy / one eye doe my little meowmeow / tentacle hair dick. yes. you heard me. / non-con mgmhgmh

How did you end up in a situation like this? You simply wanted to move to a new city, go to your new job, and have a quiet life.

In The Uncanny Valley? You expected too much.

Your escape from that Mason had been successful but you were trapped in another problem, to be more precise, you had run like a headless chicken, full of fear.

And you crashed against the wall, leaving your body stuck.

It's not that bad, you didn't have brain damage, although the gap was too narrow for you to get out of there quickly.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid, a house tried to eat me, I'm not afraid, there's debris in my hair, I'm not afraid!" You repeated, perhaps in a tone that someone without fear wouldn't say but somehow you had to relax, the situation wasn't… flattering for you.

"Hello! Hello?! Someone, please help me! Help!" You shouted but there didn't seem to be anyone around.

Or so you thought.

Something strange crawled up your leg, unfortunately, you couldn't see it but the only description that could be given was… a tentacle of hair?

"Hey! What the fuck?! WHO IS THIS?! IT'S NOT FUNNY!" You shouted confused.

But there was no response.

The hair tentacles soon stopped, making you sigh, at least they weren't touching you anymore but you knew something was still there.

Then a heavy breath reached your ears, and not only that, a pair of hands with… four fingers? He pulled down your pants insistently, that was finally what broke the glass and the panicked tears came to your eyes.

"ENOUGH! LEAVE ME ALREADY! I-I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE! LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE!"

He tore your pants, he tore your fucking pants, whatever was on the other side of the wall was going to destroy you and you knew it.

"M-MY LOVE! HERE YOU ARE! I'm so glad Mason didn't kill you~ that would have really driven me crazy, how would I be able to go on without you?!" That voice, whoever it was, knew about Mason and knew about you, maybe a stalker.

A stalker with a very clever tongue.

Huh?

"O-Oh god! Wait! MGH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE?!" you screamed as you tried to kick your legs, it was difficult to hold your body on the other side of the wall but the person on the other side considered it child's play because he held your legs with ease, leaving you motionless.

"D-don't-…! Huff* Huff* Don't worry, honey! After this we'll go home and cuddle together!" That voice sounded uneasy, saying bizarre things so casually, the tone was terrifying.

But it was difficult to think with a tongue pushing into your pussy, it was strange that he sucked the vaginal lips and licked like a dog, sniffing as if he were tasting the best lunch of his life and wanted to remember every detail perfectly, like a hungry stray.

"NO! NO! NO! ENOUGH! I DON'T WANT TO, I DON'T LIKE IT!" It was so humiliating to have someone sticking their nose to your hole while they filled your entrance with saliva, so much saliva as if you were made of honey and it melted them.

The worst part is that you were getting wet.

"I'm going to put it inside, dear! p-please relax" the panting voice requested.

That wasn't a dick, it was hair.

"BUT WHAT THE FUCK?! GET OFF! GET OFF NOW!" You begged between cries, kicking was useless and you tore your throat in screams, hoping that the stranger would have compassion.

A variety of hair tentacles caressed your ass while one of them entered your pussy, it felt so strange and uncomfortable, nausea had invaded you.

"A-After this let's go home and watch TV! I want to hug you all night, s-sleep in your arms!~"

Too loving words for a monster, because that's what it was, the tentacles of hair invaded both of your entrances and pushed violently inside you, causing spasms.

Then you vomited, you couldn't take it anymore, you were drowning in tears while a stranger fucked you.

You were very sure that you were even bleeding, you wanted to escape but you were still stuck in the wall, the kicks you wanted to give were useless and even if you could now you were too weak.

You couldn't faint, you seriously wanted, anything to not have to endure that, not be conscious, not hear, feel, see your vomit.

Then came the first discharge, a mirror and hot strange liquid, you didn't need to know what it was, the feeling of being full was disgusting.

And the monster didn't stop, he continued to hit his hips against your ass, you were sniffling, crying, drooling, maybe your mind wasn't even there anymore, your body and the distant sound of the monster moaning and breathing heavily filled the air.

Just a couple of hours later he pulled away from you, the absence made you moan shakily, your stomach felt strange and a waterfall of semen came out of both your pussy and your ass.

He broke the wall and held your body so you wouldn't fall, he was gentle when carrying your body

"Let's go home, love"

In those kinds of moments, all you could do was nod and try to snuggle into his chest, you were cold, half-naked and in pain.

♡

[averyfawkes]

6 months passed by like wind. My rehabilitation has gone smoothly and I can't ask for more. The nurses who assist me every day are such sweethearts. They treat me nicely and gossip with me while they do their rounds. They're all funny and caring, and I couldn't ask for more. I'm slowly regaining my control over my body as years of being in coma sapped away my strength and vitality. Everyone praises me for doing my best to eat all my food, take my prescriptions, and give my best in any physical exercises they put me through. Even my mom and my sister, Agnes, were surprised at how I remained positive despite the hardships that I'm facing after waking up. I just give them all a smile and say that I'm just looking forward to the day when I'm fully recovered and resume my life again. I mean, who wouldn't be excited to live their life when they discovered that they literally have a hive mind constantly expanding within their consciousness?

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I hear my alarms start ringing, indicating that I should get up and start my day. These past few months have been a rollercoaster for me and my Dad. He finally confessed to my mom about his sexuality and she also confessed to her infidelity. Both of them acknowledged that having me in their 20's was the only reason they decided to be together. But now that I'm almost done with college, they both thought that it's best for them to be true to each other about how they really felt.

I didn't take that well at first, but after my dad talked to me one night in my bedroom, I felt like I just had a different perspective in life. Rather than dwelling about how I should feel about this whole thing, I'm old enough now to discover myself too and not end up like my Mom and Dad. They still love each other but more in a friendship-type love. I can't go back to the past and prevent them from having me and setting aside their own dreams, but I can focus on my own and let them fully express themselves.

Right on schedule, Dad comes into my room with his phone in hand. He checks on me and smiles as soon as he sees that I'm awake. He raises both his eyebrows before waving his phone at me. I just replied with a nod before lifting both my arms to pose for my morning update. I look straight into Dad's camera and flash a gentle smile, knowing that Avery will love my morning update.

"Fuck, Ethan. You look so hot right now. If Avery is here, I would definitely ask him for permission to suck your cock and gulp your cum. I'm so glad that you told me that you're gay too, just like your old man." Dad says as he types on his phone with his right hand while stroking his boner with his left.

"Oh come one, Dad. You know the rules. My body is only for Avery and no one else's. I haven't cummed for a month now. Avery wants me to save it until he's discharged, and I couldn't ask for more. Although, I'm having a hard time focusing now. The anticipation of finally being able to let Avery enjoy my body is killing me. It's all I can think about right now." I stand up from my bed and stretch my limbs as I talk to Dad. I can feel my dick getting harder just by talking about Avery. I can still remember the day that I met him.

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Damn! My dad is a faggot?! I can't believe this. Now it makes so much sense. Why he's been distant with mom lately, why he likes to pick me up after football practice when I was in highschool, why some of my friends in college told me back then that they swore that a gay friend of theirs saw my dad on Grindr. I thought they were just making all that shit up. I never thought that my gym-hound, alpha man of a dad is a fucking fairy.

After he and mom told the news to me over dinner, I didn't say anything and just walked up to my room. Mom cried while asking me to sit back down but I just ignored her and headed to my room. What do they expect from me? Celebrate how my mom is a slut and my dad is a fucking fairy? Fuck that! I was planning on moving out of this house as soon as I got my first job but fuck this. If I don't get out of here, I will lose my goddamn mind. I can just stay over at my friends' couch for a while, move in with Sophie, or just sleep on the streets. Anywhere is better than spending another minute in this clown house.

Suddenly, my door flung open even when I locked it. I see my dad standing on my doorway with keys in his hand. His eyes are red in tears but he's not making a sound. He gazes down on me as I pack my suitcase full of clothes. He looks back at me with a confused look before gazing down on my suitcase.

In an instant, I noticed something came over him as his body became rigid and tense. His body shudders as if he just peed himself before his eyes roll back into his head. He looks at me with only whites in his eyes and his jaw hanging open as if he was about to puke. I want to move but my body is frozen in utter terror. And then he lunged at me. He pins me down on the floor as his mouth closes into mine. I felt this thick, gooey fluid pouring out from dad's mouth into mine. My head throbs as if I was drunk, high, and horny all at once.

Your parents tried their best to raise you and give you a whole family. Are you going to forget that just because they both made some mistakes? They're both human and did everything they can despite having you while underaged. Cut them some slack and just be happy that they're starting to figure out themselves.

I open my eyes and see that it's morning already. Maybe I overreacted last night when I walked out of them. My mom seemed really hurt by what I did because I never did that to her. My mom and my dad have been great parents to me growing up. I should at least give them some chance to rediscover themselves after all the years of giving me the best childhood any kid could ask. I should set this right and make up for my outbursts last night.

I sit up on the edge of my bed as I check my phone. I should at least tell Sophie what happened last night. She might be worried since I always call her before I go to bed. She also mentioned yesterday that she'll be having her first day at work today. I should talk to her to calm her nerves since she tends to overthink a lot.

You don't need to call her. You don't even need to talk to her anymore. You love that girl because you were in college and you need to fit in, that's all. You just want to experience having a girlfriend in college. You don't want to end up like your parents and become stuck with someone like her. You're young and fit, you need to break up with her so you can see what the world offers.

I stare at my Sophie's number on my phone. Do I really want to talk to her right now? Do I really love her? Do I want to end up marrying her and have children with her? Of course! Absolutely! Sophie is the right amount of sexy, crazy, and responsible. Thanks to her, I was able to graduate without failing marks. In times that I need encouragement, Sophie knows what to say to help me get rid of my doubts and fears. I want to build a life with her, and now that she's starting her first job, I want to show how much I support her like she supported me.

You don't even know what to say to her. What if you say something that will make her overthink and mess up her first day. Women are fragile. Anything can affect her performance. It's better to wait until the day ends and then you can talk to her. You have a busy day. You need to get ready to go.

I find my body standing up and heading to the bathroom. I sit on my toilet and take a dump while scrolling through my phone. Maybe I'll just call Sophie after dinner. I don't want to mess with her head and make her lose her focus by saying the wrong stuff. But where am I going? I was planning to hit the gym today and then look for a job posting around the town while jogging back to my house. I don't consider this a busy day.

As I take a dump, I hear my door open. I immediately wipe my ass to see who's inside my room now. I like my privacy but still let my parents go in and out of my room as they please. After I wipe my ass clean, I go out of my bathroom and see my Dad sitting on my swivel chair, looking at something on my computer. As soon as he notices me, he minimizes the tab and swivels to face me.

"Ethan, how are you feeling? Can I talk to you? I just need a moment of your time." Dad asks me as he pats his left thigh, as if he's asking me to sit on it.

I'm so confused right now. I know that Dad just confessed about being gay but this is unacceptable. Barging into my room, using my computer without permission, asking me to sit on his lap?! That's it, now I'm really done.

You always sit on your Dad's lap when he needs to tell you something important. You're a good boy, you always listen to Dad. Every time you sit on his lap, you find yourself opening up to him easily. His words fill up your mind with what you need to do to continue being a good boy. You love sitting on his lap. You love being a good boy for your Dad.

Shit, this must be serious. Dad only asks me to sit on his lap if things are serious and he needs to tell me what I should do to remain as a good boy. I slowly walk up to my Dad and gently sit on his lap. I look straight into his eyes and find myself focusing on him. He reaches out to my computer and I notice the light of my webcam opening but it doesn't matter. I need to listen to Dad and to whatever he has to say. I want to be a good boy.

Dad looks back at me and smiles. I love seeing my Dad smile. I love how I can make my Dad happy. I feel his right hand going behind my back and touching my shoulder while his left hand grabs my cock through my shorts and gives it a firm but gentle squeeze. As soon as he opens his mouth, I find my mind becoming empty of thoughts.

"Ethan, the one who freed me wants to know you more. He thinks that you'll be the perfect boyfriend for him since you're around his age. He's a little shy and reclusive since he's been in a coma for 10 years. He decides that if he wants to have a pretty normal life, he'll need to have normal relationships aside from what he has with me and countless men who are now freed from their responsibilities. Now son, I want you to look at the camera and tell him all he needs to know about my wonderful son." Dad explains to me as I slowly turn my head to the camera and smile. I feel my cock getting harder as Dad pulls down my shorts and starts jerking me off.

"Hi! My full name is Ethan Carter Phillips. I'm 25 years old and my height is 6'2" while I weigh 200 lbs. I work out a lot and my body fat percentage is 10%. I have a degree in finance and just passed my CPA licensure. My dick is 9 inches long and 3 inches thick when fully hard. My balls are heavy and huge, and I can recover quickly from an orgasm. I love fucking my girlfriend, Sophie, in missionary while I play with her nipples until she cums. I want her to be the mother of my children someday. I want to secure a high-paying job so I can give her and our children a life of luxury that they deserve." I find myself sharing all this personal information about myself as if I'm answering a questionnaire listed in my head.

"Oh son, you don't need to put pressure on yourself just to have that kind of life. Not everything can be planned like that in real life. Look at your mom and I, I always knew in my heart that I was gay but I was too scared to come to terms with who I am. I gave it to the pressures and expectations of my family and friends. I dated your mom thinking that it will help me get rid of my homosexual thoughts. Now, we're in a loveless marriage, only waiting for you to get out of the nest so we can separate privately. I don't want that for you son. You need to get yourself out there and discover who you are before settling." Dad explains to me as I find myself hanging on every word while his hand jerks my cock faster.

"Now son, I want you to come with me. We're going to visit a very special friend of mine. He encouraged me to be honest with your mom and finally admits to myself who I am. I know that he'll help you discover who you are as well. After I let go of your cock, you will dress yourself professionally as if you'll be going in an interview. After 30 minutes, meet me downstairs so we can go and meet him." Dad explicitly orders each word carved into my mind.

As Dad lets go of my rock-hard and leaking cock, I stand up from his lap and head straight to the shower to clean myself. I hear Dad going out of my room and closing the door but I don't care. I need to look promising and professional in front of Dad's special friend. I want to make a good impression on him for some reason. My heart is beating like crazy while my mind is wracked with anxiety that I may not be enough for this friend. My cock throbs harder as I moan while I scrub myself. I need to be the best version of myself. I dry myself and head back to my room to pick out my suit.

As I go downstairs, I see my Dad taking pictures of himself in the mirror. He grins as he types on his phone and exhales after seems like sending it to someone. He turns his head and notices me looking at him. I never noticed it before but Dad has a very huge cock. I can see the outline of his cock through his pants as it throbs and pulsates.

"Ready to go, son? You look sharp right now." Dad says as he walks over the kitchen counter to get his keys.

"I really want to make an impression. I just hope he will like me." I reply as we walk out of the house.

Borrow your Dad's phone and send me a selfie. I want to see how good-looking you are right now.

"Dad, can I borrow your phone? I want to take a selfie." I casually ask Dad as he immediately hands me his phone.

I open Dad's phone and type in his password. For some reason, I know what it is but I don't care about that. I open the camera and find a good angle for a quick selfie. My jaw looks sharp with my hair brushed up and with my glasses on. I look so professional and handsome right now. I quickly go into Dad's email and attach my selfie before sending it to an email address that I'm not familiar with. I smile as I catch up to Dad and hand him back his phone.

The drive to the hospital is silent and unnerving. I'm trying my best to hide my boner to my dad but it seems that my legs just spread wider. I can see that Dad does the same. We both stare ahead, not uttering a single word, as our cocks throb inside our pants and leak out pre-cum. My mind is reeling with thoughts of surrendering myself to someone. To be in service to that person for the rest of my life. To become anything that he wishes. Nothing else matters. My focus is now directed into a singular objective for a single person. I can't put a finger on who this person is. All I know now is that I see this person's eyes, I will know it with all my heart.

Dad parks his car in the hospital's basement as he leads me to the elevator. Everything around me fades into a distant noise as I can only recognize my Dad's muscular back and the need to follow him. Dad walks into the hospital's hallway with a clear destination in mind. All I have to do is follow him until I can meet this person. Dad walks into a room and opens the door widely so I can go inside before him. There, I saw this thin, weak-looking man resting on his bed. He looks young and seems like he's been in this hospital for quite some time. I walk closer to his bed and roll it up until the man on the bed is almost sitting up. The man slowly opens his eyes and turns his head to me. That's when I knew.

His name is Avery and I am his. My mind and body belong to him and only him. From this day forth, I am his to use as he please. No thoughts other than his will ever run inside my mind ever again. My purpose is to serve and please him.

[themultifanshipper]

I have a little writing request

Nyukierre (Nyck x Yuki x Pierre) with Liam Lawson reacting with "You're fucking BOTH OF THEM?" at Yuki.

It was media day and the Alpha Tauri Drivers were doing their thing, giving interviews and doing silly challenges around the paddock.

Ngl I read Nyukierre and thought I was having a stroke, i didn't know this was a thing lmao but now I'm fully invested, also size queen Yuki is canon, no I do not accept criticism

Warnings: graphic smutty flashbacks, a conversation bordering on crack, very rough, bordering on bdsm themes, double penetration, possessive behaviour, my usual filth basically.

Requested from my prompt list you can find here

Liam wasn't participating, given his status as a reserve driver (although that didn't stop fucking Danny Ric being payed millions in sponsorship deals for it but whatever), but he was still glad to be able to spend time with his potential future teammates. So him and his gossip-pal Yuki were eating lunch when he spotted a dark bruise just peaking out from the top of Yuki's shirt.

Liam smirked, remembering the time he accidentally walked in on Yuki and Pierre in a maintenance closet while looking for the bathroom.

“So how are things going with Pierre?” he asked innocently.

“Good, good. He misses being teammates, this year's alpine sucks.”

Liam hummed in agreement, it really does.

“And how many people know about the two of you now?” he asked through a mouthful of lettuce.

Yuki thought about it for a second.

“I don't know... Pierre has probably told half the paddock. And he isn't exactly discreet with his social media and everything...”

That's an understatement, Liam thought. When the two were teammates, seeing them on top of each other (whether it was while filming challenges or catching them in their driver's rooms) was business as usual around the VCARB and RB teams. It was Yuki and Pierre, Pierre and Yuki, the inseparable duo. It was the norm.

What turned Liam's world on its axis however, is when Yuki’s current teammate Nyck walked in and they stood up to greet him with hugs. Nyck hugged him first, perfectly normally, and then when it was Yuki's turn, he grabbed Yuki's ass, gave it a firm slap, winked at him and sauntered off.

Yuki just sat down and resumed eating like nothing was out of the ordinary, not noticing Liam having a standing internal crisis.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What?” Yuki deadpanned.

“Fucking Nyck slapping your arse and winking at you?! Is there something going on between you two?”

Yuki smirked as he chewed. “Yeah, who do you think gave me this?” He pointed to the bruise on his neck, “Pierre only bites below the belt, if you know what I mean”

That was an image Liam was never going to get out of his head.

“But what about P...wait you’re fucking BOTH OF THEM?!”

There was no way Liam hadn't been heard a mile away but Yuki shushed him anyway and pulled him back down into his seat.

“Yes I'm seeing both of them but don't shout it so loud!”

Yuki's mind briefly flashed back to the night before.

Nyck's hands digging into the meat of his thighs as he pounded into him from below, mouth wandering over his nipples and deliciously defined pecs, settling onto his neck to suck a nice dark bruise into it as they both came together for the second time that night. Yuki’s prostate being abused over and over again as the two men used their incredible stamina to their advantage in the shitty hotel they were put up in.

Once the sheets were ruined and they ensured that the team would get a hefty extra clean-up fee, they collapsed, sweaty bodies tangled in a heap of intertwined limbs.

The pair of them were very flexible, and very experimental in bed, which they had discovered after a drunken night in a club, where Yuki had dared Nyck that if he could touch his toes without bending his knees, Yuki would suck his dick. It was clearly just an excuse to get into Nyck's pants, but they ended up at their hotel anyway, Yuki on his knees as Nyck gripped his hair, cock bruising the back of his throat while he-

Yuki was rudely brought of his daydream by Liam's fingers snapping in front his face.

“Oi! Yuki! Why didn't you tell me about this?! Holy shit this is huge!”

“He is actually, almost as big as Pierre” Yuki said.

Liam's eyes widened and he gasped. “Oh my god Yuki-“ he slapped his arm and they both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“But wait! Does Pierre know about this?”

Yuki smirked again and nodded, as his mind wandered back to a couple of months prior, the first time he'd told Pierre about his attraction to Nyck.

He'd become an entirely different person that night, a predatory lilt to his voice as he teased Yuki mercilessly and proceeded to dirty talk him through several orgasms, his thick cock buried inside the younger man, completely still, as Yuki writhed on the bed, begging for release.

“You want Nyck to watch you come undone on my cock, Yuki?”

Poor Yuki was trembling under him at this point, neglected cock pressed into the sheets, making a mess.

“Or do you want him to fuck you like the insatiable whore you are?”

That's when he fell apart at the seams, the thought of getting railed by Nyck too much for him as he soaked the sheets, over and over again, as Pierre split him open, whispering all the things he could do to him in his ear.

Pierre was happy to share Yuki, because he knew nobody could compare to him. And he reminded him of it constantly, indeed ‘marking him under the belt’ as Yuki put it, to show anyone who Yuki managed to seduce, that he belonged to Pierre, and would always come back to him, no matter how good they fucked him.

“Oh yes!” Yuki laughed “Pierre knows. And he's more than happy that I have a teammate I can rely on when he is not there”

Liam hummed, various images flashing through his mind. And he wasn't sure whether he wanted them or not...

“And is Nyck fine with Pierre?”

Yuki giggled. “Let's just say, whenever either of them get jealous, they sort it out between themselves”

Yuki was lying in bed on his phone, just about ready to go to sleep, when he got a facetime call from Nyck. That was unusual, he never called him, especially not at night.

Yuki answered the call, expecting a tired looking Nyck in need of a chat, but instead the sight that greeted him was enough to make him drop his phone in shock.

Nyck’s face was buried in a pillow, his ass in the air as Pierre rammed his impossibly thick cock into him. Yuki's ears were ringing, but he didn't miss the way Nyck wailed every time Pierre hit his prostate dead on.

Then Pierre looked up, straight into the camera and Yuki’s dick throbbed.

“This is the Nyck you told me about? The one you said gave you carpet burns from being rough with you?”

Yuki gulped. Nyck tried to prop himself up to speak but Pierre grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into the pillows roughly and held him there, picking up the pace with his hips.

Nyck came not long after, wailing into the pillows, and Pierre yanked him up by the hair, making him face the camera, tears and drool running down his face and chest. Yuki noticed quite a few marks along his body, hickeys, scratches and bites. What on earth had the two been doing.

“This is the man you claimed was enough to satisfy you when I'm not there?” Pierre continued, mouthing up and down Nyck's neck as he held him up against his chest, still pounding into the shorter man “Pathetic...”

“What- do they also fuck when you're not there?!” Liam asked, now fully invested in this unexpected turn of events, Yuki's schedule be damned.

“Yes they do” Yuki started packing up and got up from the table to put his paper plate in the trash.

“But if you're all into each other, excuse the pun... have you had any threesomes?” Liam’s eyes were wide while he waited for an answer with bated breath.

Yuki didn't know how he'd gotten himself into this situation, he really didn't. One minute they were out celebrating after a race, the next he was being folded in half between Pierre and Nyck, who were making out over his shoulder.

It was the hottest thing he'd ever been a part of, and that was saying something. Yuki wasn't exactly what you'd call vanilla.

He'd then found himself seated on Pierre's cock while Nyck guided his hips up and down at a brutal pace. After he'd already come once from that to loosen him up, Pierre made him lean forward so they could be chest to chest (and make out sloppily) while Nyck slid a finger in next to Pierre. Then two. The stretch was intense, but bearable as Nyck added lube with every finger.

When they deemed him ready, they repositioned Yuki so that he was lying with his back to Pierre, so that Nyck could see both of their faces when he slid inside.

And what a sight it was. Yuki cried out in pleasure and Pierre couldn't help rocking his hips inside Yuki while Nyck inched in slowly.

They felt like they were joined in more ways than one, the feeling so intense that Yuki came just from the intrusion. Nyck thrusted gently, equally affected by the sensations and came not long after, triggering Pierre's own orgasm and they shot rope after rope of cum deep inside their boyfriend...

“Yuki!! You're gonne be late for Lawrence, he’s waiting for you!” Yuki's assistant's voice shouted from outside.

“Well?!” Liam pushed, like an impatient child.

Yuki winked at Liam conspiratorially before wolfing down a cookie (his pathetic excuse for dessert). He stood up and walked towards the exit without a word.

It took Liam a few seconds for his brain to reboot and his mouth to start working again.

“YUKI TSUNODA YOU DOG!”

[factual-fantasy]

Greetings Factual! I just realized I completely forgot to congratulate you in my last Ask- so although it's a tad late, allow me to say, great job getting to yet another milestone in the form of 27,000 followers! As I've said before, you deserve every single one and more- your works, both big and small, make bad days brighter and good days even better! I've especially enjoyed the pixel art gags these past few days- "human sans" and "Bingus" in particular- and it seems like many others have too- at this rate, 30,000 is just a few steps away! Almost their!

Also, thanks a million for responding so kindly to my idea regarding the gangs reunion with patty and meeting with Baragara! I'm glad you like it, and regardless of what details you decide on, I just hope we get to see the moment illustrated some day, as emotional as it is epic!

As for my actual Ask today- I was wondering about Grimaces Gigantamax status. As you probably know, some Pokemon species, including Gengar, can take mega evolution to the next level and temporarily grow to Kaiju sizes when exposed to certain types of legendary energy. However, of the 26 compatible species, not all members have the genes necessary to do so. So, even though he is unlikely to be exposed to the energy required to Gigantamax, if he was, would Grimace be among the lucky few of his kind to react? Or does he lack the Gigantamax genes- which, if he does, certainly wouldn't make him any less awesome!

Oh, and also, small goofy side ask I just thought of- since the group usually seems to sleep together, do any of its six ( later eight ) members snore? And if so, have the others grown accustomed to the noise? Or do they "throw a pillow at the problem" so to speak?

(27,000 followers) (Human sans) (Bingus)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD I'm glad to hear that you've been liking my pixel stuff!! :DDD

As for the Baragara ask, awe! No problem!! :D I've been thinking about his story and how I would draw it.. it just seems like a hefty project to take on in my current state.. <XD

Now hmm.. Gigantimaxing.. Funnily enough the discord server an I actually talked about Grimace potentially Gigantimaxing or mega evolving. You know, for angst reasons XD But the general take away I got is it would requite too specific of an environment and situation for him to mega evolve on accident. If mega evolving on accident is even possible- (I say accident because the group are not intended to know what megastones are or how they work. So its not like Grimace could mega evolve intentionally-)

Gigantimaxing had a similar problem. Requiring too specific of an environment/situation for him to Gigantimax unintentionally. They're not in/from the Galar region, so they don't have access the things needed to Gigantimax.. and since Grimace isn't from Galar, I thought it would stand to reason that he wouldn't have the gigantimax genes..(do only galar region pokemon have the genes..?)

And even if they were in Galar and Grimace had the genes, Gloria would be a roadblock.

If they found like.. a gigantimax den.? She would surly sense the powerful aura and be sketched out. Thus steering the group away. And since Gloria has never steered them wrong before.. no body would disobey her.

It kind'a sucks that I cant find a way for these two scenarios to work out! 😭 I had a lot of fun imagining Grimace mega evolving in a panic to protect the group and then needing Sylvester to talk him down. But needing a megastone, and a keystone..? And somehow having Gloria not get sussed out by the stones powerful aura and not taking it away from Grimace just seems pretty far fetched. Darn you Gloria for being so observant and caring for your friends. 😔

I'm open to ideas of how I can make either idea less specific and more possible though.. 👀👀

As for your last ask, I'd like to say that thankfully none of them snore <XD it would be pretty hard to stay hidden in the forest if you snore!

[allwormdiet]

Buzz 7.8

Nazi capes fuck off, like fucking for real

Honestly even if Kaiser deigned to tell his people that the Undersiders weren't responsible, somehow I doubt any Empire member would be inclined to treat them with much respect.

Yeah, see, this isn't about the leaks for Hookwolf. This is about the fucking beef over the dog fights.

Not a genius move from the driver, honestly. If you really want to put bullets in the villains that have good defensive capabilities, the last thing you want to do is give up the element of surprise. Stormtiger may not have been able to deflect those shots if he didn't have enough time to react.

Also, does Cricket wield kama? Like, the fucking Japanese farming tool? Are you allowed to join the Empire if you're a blatant weeaboo?

This is a really bad matchup honestly, it's tense to see how close they get to death with these fuckers

Disturbingly evocative and sadistic, but what else is to be expected from fucking Nazis, right

Clever guy

Fuck yeah, environmental takedown

Grue is fucking hardcore. Two shots to Stormtiger's legs and not even bothering to acknowledge Cricket's hostage. Dude does not fuck around when it comes to Empire, the only restraint here is that he's not killing them outright but honestly I wouldn't feel bad if he did. Just dump their bodies into the water, bing bang boom.

Well, okay, I guess Hookwolf would still be a problem, wouldn't he

This Cricket gal is bullshit honestly

So, yeah, now that we've gotten all three of the Empire capes to show their powers, I'll go ahead and say that this fight was stacked against Skitter and Grue from the jump. Hookwolf can't be fought hand-to-hand without being shredded to pieces and insects can't do much about metal flesh. Stormtiger can get bugs off himself no problem and can blast away Grue's darkness. Cricket, meanwhile, has some kinda sonic blast that lets her navigate Grue's darkness and also incapacitate Skitter's bugs.

The fact that they get out of this fight alive is a testament to remarkable intelligence and grit on their part.

This is a brutal slugfest honestly, although the fucking Nazi deserves every second of pain she's getting from it.

It's a little funny that they're having this conversation in front of Cricket. Like "oh yeah it looks bad but she's too busy being a sadist to do any real damage," "oh that sucks ass of her but I'm glad you're not too hurt" and she's laying there with a chunk of thigh missing. She should be embarrassed enough to leave town forever.

Yeah Cricket's busted, but good news is she's taken care of

It's a little funny that they're both stuck stitching each other back up after Brian cut off any romantic options. Like I've seen a lot of works where patching up someone's wounds and putting them back together would have a kind of bloodsoaked intimacy to it, but not here lmao

Also yeah you'd better appreciate Tattletale

These little punks. Love em to bits.

Okay so real quick, noticing Taylor's description of how Regent is talking, and I wonder how grounded Alec is as a baseline. Like I have to imagine that the Heartbreaker Experience doesn't do a whole lot of wonders for learning how to connect to the world around you. Is it an affectation like I've been speculating, or is that just the best he's got for engaging with reality?

I wish going straight for Purity meant killing her, but even without reading the rest of this arc I know the Undersiders don't have that kind of firepower. I can dream, though.

Teehee, parallels

Current Thoughts

I wish Grue managed to kill all three of the Empire capes but I get why he couldn't. I'll just have to hope they all die later.

Awesome that they managed to get the win over those bastards in the first place though, I don't think this is my favorite fight in terms of the beat-by-beat action but in terms of how they have to overcome the disadvantage of enemy powers it feels the best.

[magicalbats]

By Candlelight

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7708

Warnings: rimming, cunnilingus, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, squirting

A/N: A birthday present for the lovely, amazing, talented, utterly priceless @chickenparm I'm so glad Genshin brought us together and we've been able to make so many fun memories together 🩷🥺🩷

⭐

The two of you sit in amiable silence while you listen to the clock chime the hour. Twelve sonorous gongs to signify the end of one day and the start of another. His heartbeat remains steady against your back as Childe gathers you somehow closer to his front than you already are, strong arms giving you a tight squeeze, and you let him do it because you’d long since set aside your differences with the rascally Harbinger in favor of more … intimate pursuits. It would have been a surreal feeling, being there with him like that, had it not been so damn gratifying. 

“Happy birthday, comrade.” He presses a firm kiss to your cheek from behind. Trying and failing not to smile, you lean your head back to rest against his shoulder so you can look at him. The space separating your nose from his is so scant your breath intermingles and becomes one, sharing the oxygen between yourselves in turns. 

When your ribcage decompresses on the next exhale he breathes in, like he was trying to pull your very essence deep into his own body. In the following moment when he lets it out with a barely audible sigh, you do the same and suck in a deep breath to taste him on the back of your tongue. There’s a symbiotic quality to the way you occupy each other's space and you can’t imagine it being any other way now. Your stand off with him in Liyue felt like a far distant dream, one you would rather not revisit or dwell on too much, rather than a very real thing that had happened many, many moons ago. 

It seemed almost implausible at this particular juncture, given your close proximity and the vulnerability both of you showed one another. But Childe, despite his faults and flaws, and what he now laughingly called ‘past mistakes’, was not someone who’s loyalty you could ever doubt. You’d earned his respect just as much as he had slowly earned yours. Whatever this was, regardless of how you decided to label it, you knew it was genuine. You may have bested him in battle once (and by the skin of your teeth, if you were being honest) but in the grand scheme of things, looking at the bigger picture as a whole, it was he who had won the war. 

The smile you give him is but one of the many spoils he’d earned for himself. 

“Thank you, Childe. I’m glad you talked me into this.” You say, referring to how he’d incessantly pestered you about taking off together to celebrate your birthday in the blissfully private seclusion of the Fontaine countryside. He hadn’t taken ‘no’ for an answer no matter how many times you’d said it but he very rarely ever did. It just wasn’t in his nature. All the better for you, considering your eventual compliance had clearly pleased him a great deal and you very much enjoyed seeing him grin the way he did. Big and boyish, and unrestrained. Like being able to do something special with you meant the world to him. 

There’s a small part of you that is certain it does. It must. He was surprisingly sentimental and tender hearted for someone who seemed so unapologetically troublesome to everyone around him, and that very much included you. 

But there were facets at play here and you were now nestled in a clawfoot tub with him, as normal as any couple that may or may not have tried to kill one another at some point in time. And although Childe had tried to insist that he wasn’t made of mora and that the seemingly limitless funds he’d thrown around in Liyue were not his own, the villa he’d rented out for the two of you appeared to tell a different story. It was a lovely place, fully furnished and already stocked with everything you might ever need during your stay when you’d arrived with him earlier that afternoon. He’d really gone the extra mile and it did not escape your notice. Not by a long shot. 

You were eager to show him your gratitude for the thoughtfulness, and you happily tip your face up to accept the kiss he bends close and presses to your mouth. He takes his time with it, kissing you slowly, savoringly, as if his thoughts on the matter were the same as yours. That didn’t make sense though. He was the one who’d orchestrated such a romantic getaway and you had much more to be thankful for in that regard than he did. But if he was going to turn this into a competition to find out who could best the other then that was fine with you. 

You’d come out on top one way or another. 

Finally pulling back after a long moment, Childe looks at you through the dark thicket of his lashes. You want to keep kissing him but instead you quickly find yourself lost in the deep, deep blue of those depthless eyes. They reflect nothing at all of the flickering candles dotted around the room, casting everything in a low flickering glow, and yet they are not the empty voids you’d once thought them in idle passing. There’s something behind all that azure now that seems to make them twinkle from within and it’s decidedly fascinating to observe. 

“You are very welcome, mój rybeńko. I’m glad you like it here.” He tilts his head slightly, as if to regard you from a different angle. Whatever he sees in your face makes his mouth split in a wide grin and he gives a quick, teasing pinch to the meat of your hip, making you jolt. “If you keep staring at me like that I’m going to get impatient, you know.”

“As if you’re not already the most impatient man I’ve ever met?” 

“Hey, now. It’s not even five minutes into your birthday and you’re already throwing insults at me? That doesn’t seem very fair.” Pretending to be hurt, Childe breathes out a rather dramatic sigh as he slumps to dock his chin against your shoulder. The tousled mess of his hair brushes your cheek in the process and it tickles enough to make you laugh. 

“There, there,” You gently soothe him. Bringing your hand up out of the water, you reach back to run your fingers through that coppery brown mop and he hums a soft sound of appreciation in response. “You’ll get over it. I didn’t say it was a bad thing, did I?” 

“I’d hope not.” He murmurs. “You can be just as impatient as me with the right incentive.” 

“Oh?” You carefully close your fist at the root of his hair, giving it a faint yet no less suggestive tug. It was no mystery what he was referring to and you knew he was right about that. Childe did tend to make you feel restless in a way that was unique to him and him alone, and you couldn’t always tell when it was annoyance at his boyish antics or when it was the pure, unfiltered desire you couldn’t deny you harbored for him. Sometimes it seemed like they were one and the same. 

Even now there’s a spark of challenge in his gaze when he nudges his face up to peer at you from your shoulder. The scales always seemed as likely to tip in one direction as the other, and you never could be totally sure if you were about to fuck or fight. But in this particular instance though, sequestered away in the quaint mountainside villa he’d rented for the two of you, the outcome felt like it was already predetermined. There was only one way this could end. You were greatly looking forward to it, if you were being honest, after dancing around each other for the half a day you’d already been here. 

It looks like Childe is in full agreement of that as he rather possessively reaches down to squeeze his hands around your waist under the water. Your breath comes a little quicker at the gesture and you secretly delight at the soft way your skin pudges under his long fingers. He wasn’t an overly large man by any stretch of the imagination but his hands were big. His feet were quite sizable too, and his cock … 

You can feel it stirring against your backside now. A small suggestion of movement that excites you a great deal and prompts you to loose a quiet groan when he drags his hands higher, palming over your ribs until he finds your tits a heartbeat later. Arms sliding forward, Childe cups them with a savory squeeze and a low, anticipatory sound of his own. The masculine vibration seems to compliment your feminine sigh in near perfect harmony, as if his vocal chords were perfectly tuned to match yours on the opposite end of the spectrum. 

“Do you want half of your birthday present now, sweetheart?” He presses his lips to the jut of your shoulder in a soft, lingering kiss. “Or would you rather get out of the tub and let me spoil you some more first?” 

It’s not really necessary to think about that too deeply. You were most partial to having your cake and eating it too, and past experience told you that Childe would be more than willing to oblige you in that sense. He always did, even if he gave you a hard time about it on occasion. It was just another angle to the game. 

Giving his messy hair another slow motion tug, you pull until his head comes up and you can look him in the eye. Oh, how he loved when you did that and his reaction doesn’t disappoint. The inner twinkle behind his matte irises morphs into a full blown bonfire, smoldering something hot and unnameable that makes your body lock up with fast mounting tension. You’d thought you were ready for him before, when you first decided to climb into the bathtub together, but this … the two of you were just stoking each other's flames at this point. 

“Now. I want you now, Childe. Please.” 

The soft inflection in your voice has its intended effect. A certain edge creeps across his face and darkens his expression with the first real pangs of true arousal. It leaves him looking much less like a boyish scoundrel and more like a man in his prime considering how best to lay claim to your body. 

You wonder, too, how he’ll decide to proceed from here even as you shift slightly to better observe him. Still nestled between his legs, your hip brushes against his stiffening cock when you move. The sensation makes you tingle all over and burn even hotter for him, your eyelids becoming heavy when he offers your tits a muted squeeze. It would be all too easy to start making demands and you were tempted. Given your status as the birthday girl (his words, not yours) you were certain he would do anything at all you asked of him for the next twenty-four hours but you were far more interested in finding out how he wanted to shower your body in attention first. 

There would be plenty of time for you to take the lead later, after your curiosity had been thoroughly sated. He always enjoyed a little power play so it would be a treat for both of you anyway. 

“You’ll have me now, if that’s what you want.” He tells you with a hint of confidentiality lacing his tone. “Do I get to call the shots?” 

“For the moment you can.” 

Childe snorts a quick laugh but he doesn’t argue the point. Instead, he gives your chest one final, kneading pinch and then drags his hands back to hold you around the middle. “Get on your knees for me, pretty girl?” 

You send him a slow, considering look before deciding that you didn’t have enough information yet to figure out his angle. There were a few different things he could do with you in that position and the only way to narrow it down would be to find out for yourself firsthand. 

So you rock forward, making the water slosh around you and lap at the sides of the tub as you get repositioned with your legs folded under you. The porcelain basin is comfortably big enough for two — further proof that Childe had gone above and beyond in picking out where you were to celebrate your birthday together — and you have plenty of room to maneuver around. But before you can get fully settled like that, he gently nudges you forward with his hands around your waist. 

“Scoot down to the opposite end. Keep facing that way.” 

Your pussy flutters in unmistakable excitement as you comply, going up on your knees so you can shuffle forward. Wet nipples strain against the cool air and it takes every ounce of willpower you possess not to simply turn on him right then and there. Wrestling with Childe for dominance didn’t seem like the best idea in a tub filled with bath water though so you refrain from acting on the impulse. You would have him exactly how you wanted him later on, in the comfort of the large bed the villa boasted. Or on the floor. Or the kitchenette counter. Archons, maybe you’d even take him out on the balcony attached to the bedroom and ride him out there. You were relatively certain he’d enjoy that. 

For now, you try not to let your mind wander too much as you bring your hands up to brace along the rim of the tub, giving it a good squeeze to ground yourself. Childe moves around behind you, much less careful about it than you'd been, and some of the water sloshes over the edge as a result. You think to chide him for it but then his hands are on your hips, blunt fingers digging into plushy flesh hard enough to bruise. Your mind goes delightfully blank at the sharp pressure and you offer up an inviting arch of your back when his palms start to drag higher. Over the feminine curve of your waist, squeezing love handles along the way, across your ribcage and then back down again until he finds your ass. 

Taking two pinching handfuls of your cheeks, Childe allows himself a moment to simply knead the flesh and jostle it as if in fascination. He likes watching the meat of your behind jiggle and bounce, especially when it was clapping back to meet the hard thrusts of his pelvis tit for tat. You knew this very well. He didn’t exactly try to hide it. You had an idea where this was going now, and you breathe out a quiet exhale when he finally spreads you open some moments later. 

“Such a pretty pussy. Every time I see it I can’t help but think I must be the luckiest man in all of Teyvat.” 

You look back at him over your shoulder, not at all surprised to find the appreciative, almost sappy expression on his face while he admires your cunt from behind. It certainly pleases you though, and you give your ass a playful shake to taunt him. “I’d say you’re probably right about that.”

Childe shoots you a quick, heated look that speaks volumes and belies his feelings on the matter. It was true. Perhaps not on an objective level but for him, for the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, the man from Snezhnaya, it was very much a fact. The no doubt expensive villa was only a very small portion of the evidence he’d already provided to prove that. 

The way he roves his attention back down and hungrily regards you is much more substantial. He resembles a half starved man now, and your breath reflexively catches in your throat when he stoops over you without another word. A quick, wet pass of his tongue over your asshole startles a jolt out of you. You’d expected him to dive straight into your cunt but you’re certainly not complaining about this turn of events. 

Knuckles creaking, you grip the edge of the tub tightly while he kisses at the puckered hole for a brief moment before giving it another swipe with his tongue. It almost seems to tickle and you arch to better present yourself to him. He carefully prods over every wrinkle and crease, using just the tip to tease along the rim until he at last sets his sights on the vulnerable center when you start to fidget in impatience. 

“Ooh …”

Your eyes slip shut as his tongue worms inside you and just penetrates your body. It’s a somewhat odd sensation but a decidedly pleasant one. Your pussy tingles in response, as if in phantom pleasure shared between them, already growing uncomfortably wet to match your need. Childe staunchly ignores it for the time being though and just continues to eat your ass like it’s the best meal he’s ever had. He slurps and sucks, swirls his tongue around for good measure and mouths at you with his lips until you can feel the tight muscle gradually relaxing under his insistent ministrations. It softens for him, obediently relaxing into the encompassing warmth, and you shudder faintly when he flicks over the raised rim with a fleshy nudge. 

His hands squeeze where they’re latched onto the swell of your cheeks, keeping them spread and your defenseless little hole vulnerable to his attack. He’s relentless with it even when you gingerly rear back to grind yourself on his face. His responding groan, thick and muffled, assures you that he was enjoying this almost as much as you were. It wasn’t enough though. You needed a bit more friction than this if you were hoping to find release any time soon. 

“Childe … if you’re going to do it then just do it. Don’t keep teasing me like that.” 

He barks a quick, breathless laugh as he pulls away behind you, leaving your spit coated asshole to weakly twitch against the rush of cool air that comes in to replace his mouth. “And you had the nerve to call me impatient? What a joke.” 

One of his hands abruptly retreats only to swat across the meat of your behind, making you yelp in surprise. Chuckling faintly, he slides the other inward to tease the blunt of his thumb over your puckered hole. Whatever sharp remark you’d been forming on your tongue immediately fizzles out and morphs into a low, heady groan. He was still taunting you with it but at least he was headed in the right direction now.  

“Bastard …” 

“Hah. I love the pet names you give me, mój rybeńko. Mine seem so dull and drab in comparison.” 

It takes quite a bit of effort for you not to snap at him to quit being a smartass but you manage, somehow. Twisting your upper body, you instead look back at him again and pin Childe with a pout that you hope is more imploring than it is needy. If he interpreted it as the latter there was a very good chance he would just keep dangling what you want out of reach and never give it to you unless you begged him for it. You’d rather not stoop to that level — not because you were above such things but because he would consider it yet another win for him to tally up and it would rush straight to his head. His ego didn’t need any further inflating. 

He just looks at you though, a small, sly smile playing at his rogue's mouth. The steady pass of his thumb over your asshole doesn’t retreat but he does increase the pressure enough to make you subtly twitch. There was nothing you wanted more than to feel him penetrating you in that moment. 

“Childe …” You intone, making him laugh. 

“It looks like you’re about to ask me very nicely for something, pretty girl. Of course under normal circumstances I’d wait to hear you out first but … it’s your birthday, sweetheart. You don’t need to ask me for anything today.” 

You feel it then. His thumb curls down and finds the vulnerable center of your entrance, slowly pushing in on the muscle until it gives with a gradual stretch. Your mouth hinges open but nothing comes out other than a faltering, threadbare sound of pleasure. The resistance he meets is cursory at best and a surge of white hot static floods your system at the same time he pops past the barrier. It feels especially good when your sphincter weakly contracts around the intrusion and pinches at the thick column of his finger in a pulsing spasm, trying to suck him in deeper. Then, surprising a gasp out of you, he hooks his thumb to catch on the interior rim and gently starts to pull, further loosening the tight ring of muscle. 

Your need for him growing by the second, you eagerly rear back to feel the press of broad knuckles digging into your skin. Childe’s lopsided grin is victorious as he watches you watch him finger your asshole open. It's getting harder to keep your eyes focused and fixed upon him when every fiber of your being wanted nothing more than to give itself over to the pleasure and simply bask in it, but you force your gaze to follow the motion when he bends down again. Oceanic eyes stay locked on yours as he opens his mouth and bites into the fleshy curve of one cheek. He doesn’t do it hard enough to break the skin, just enough to hurt and make your sphincter clench around his thumb. You felt like you were going mad. 

Retracting his teeth a moment later, Childe replaces them with a soothing tongue. He laps over the dental indents he’s left behind and then kisses the tender spot before working his way lower. His lips trace a path over the delicate back of your thigh before angling inward to find your cunt. You outright seethe at the first brush of his mouth against your lips as you push back to meet him. His thumb gives a muted wriggle inside of you, teasing the nerve endings with the suggestion of something much more substantial stretching you open. He has to stoop quite low to reach like this, and all you can glimpse of him now is a shock of messy copper and the pale expanse of a scar littered back just beyond. 

He stays true to his word though and he doesn’t make you ask for it. Nuzzling his face right up against you, he slots his mouth to your slit and starts to work you open with the tandem use of his tongue and lips. The voracious way he groans, hot breath puffing against sticky creases and folds, makes you shudder for him. 

“Oh, fuck.” Finally losing the battle, you face forward again and let your head hang between your shoulders. Just let yourself focus on the satin sensation of having your pussy lips spread, the flick of a wet tongue soon following to drag through the accumulated slick inside. He gives his head a dull shake to better settle against you, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the frazzled sound that tries to crawl up your throat. 

But it’s an effort in futility. The sound rips right out of you when Childe finds your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive pleasure button to knock it back and forth. You keen, softly at first, and then with more harried conviction as he relentlessly batters the fleshy nub until you involuntarily quake. Your asshole just keeps squeezing his thumb, either trying to milk him for all he was worth or milk your own orgasm, you couldn’t be sure which. It doesn’t really matter though because he eats you from the back only long enough to make sure you were ready for him and then he pulls away to look at you again with a loud, wet smack of his lips. 

“You’re already such a mess for me, sweetheart. What am I gonna’ do with you, huh?” Crooning softly, he brings his other hand close to hook that thumb into the meat of your labia. He pulls you open gently, admiring the sight of your cunt spread for him and your ass stuffed with his finger for a savory moment before loosing a stilted sigh. “Ready to be a good girl and take me?”

“Yes,” You practically hiss. “I want it.” 

A quiet groan of satisfaction filters behind you, as anticipatory as it is laced with approval. He wasn’t always the smoothest operator. Some of your first disastrous intimate exchanges were fond memories that still brought a smile to your face even now. But sometimes, in the process of incessantly running his mouth, Childe could occasionally strike upon gold and this was decidedly one of them. Just the thought of taking him in deep, of having him pound you straight into a shaking orgasm, has your body sporadically clenching as if in faux release. You weren’t just ready, you were primed for it. 

He shifts behind you then and starts to slowly pull his thumb out of your ass. You whine at the loss as much as at the sensation of your interior gripping at him, flesh clinging desperately to flesh, but he doesn’t appear to pay it any mind. His digit comes out with a barely audible pop to leave your sphincter weakly contracting around nothing. Directing both hands to your bottom, he sinks battle hardened fingers into the cushiony give and spreads you open again. You can feel the loosened ring of muscle winking up at him expectantly and you brace for the slide of his thick cock. 

It doesn’t come though. Not where you’d expected it to. 

You’d been so sure he was building up to taking you up the back that the abrupt press of his cock head into your pussy catches you off guard. A shrill, startled sound erupts out of you as Childe shoves himself into the palpitating sleeve of your body, sinking deep on a single thrust. Clutching at the edge of the tub hard enough to make the joints ache, you throw your head back and blindly keen at the ceiling. He merely grunts behind you, the tremor in his voice evident as he gives his hips another push to bury himself further within you. The stretch is immaculate for as unexpected as it is and it drives you crazy. 

Childe keeps pushing, pushing, pushing, forcing your cunt to make room for him until you feel the unmistakable weight of his ballsack settle against you from behind. You’re dizzy with it and you rock forward on your knees, bleating like some wounded little thing. Then you eagerly push back on him, grinding yourself on his length, and it punches another sensitive groan out of you. He mirrors the sound in the same heartbeat, the vibration of that low, masculine rumble rushing straight to your cunt. It may not have been what you’d expected but god, it felt good. 

“Archons, you’re perfect.” He sounds about as frazzled as you did in that moment. This knowledge doesn’t do much to calm the erratic rhythm of your pulse but it does fill you with a helium sense of swelling pride. Even for all his cocky surety and self confidence, he was still a man with all the same weaknesses as any other. Getting his dick wet with some regularity hadn’t yet changed that. 

“Fuck me, Childe.” You groan, for his benefit as much as your own. “Fuck me hard. Please.” 

Letting out a slow, faltering breath, he obliges you and starts to move. Angles his hips back in torturous slow motion to ensure both of you felt the gradual drag of his cock against your interior in stunning high definition. Your guts try to cling to him again but the fleshy glide is smooth and sticky with arousal, and you whine low in your throat at the loss. Then he pushes back in with one long, drawn out thrust that slowly fills you up again. The tight press of his balls against your labia makes you shudder, and the involuntary reaction seems to bleed right through you into him. He trembles stiffly as well, gripping your ass cheeks so hard you were sure to find blooming splotches in the shape of his fingertips come morning, but the dull pain just excites you even more. You were soaked and only getting wetter. 

That fact becomes even more obvious when he starts to thrust in earnest, working his way up to settle into a fast, steady pace, and your pussy loudly squelches on each rapid fire plunge. The way he continues to hold you open while he fucks you doesn’t exactly help, and the resulting noise is almost enough to embarrass you. If it had been anyone else, anyone who was not as unapologetic and loutish as he was, you probably would’ve been wilting in shame. But Childe actually seems to enjoy it on some level, for he groans hotly in response when your cunt noisily slurps around his cock and the rhythmic plap of his hips meeting your skin quickly grows even sharper. 

Sliding one of his hands inward over the bouncing swell of your ass, he finds your abandoned hole again and starts to worm his thumb inside. Your already strained breaths catch at the penetration but he slips in past the ring of muscle just as easily as before. You feel indescribably stuffed now, your body singing in fast thrumming ecstasy while you wildly clench around both intrusions. 

“Fuck.” He hisses. “You get so damn tight when I do this.” 

Your cotton stuffed head is a little too shot to formulate a response now, so you just wail your pleasure for the whole villa to hear. That he’d likely planned for this to happen and picked out a rental destination with privacy at the forefront of his mind was obvious, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for it in that moment. You weren’t sure if you could have kept your volume in check even if you’d wanted to. 

Especially not when you already felt so sickeningly close to the edge that the weight of your impending orgasm very nearly chokes you up. You weren’t just going to cum. It felt like you were going to implode. 

“Ooh! Gods! Ch - Childe! I … oooh, shit, mm’gonna’ cum!”

The sound he barks out in response is like something between a laugh and a groan. Like he couldn’t quite decide which he wanted to do more. To your stumbling surprise, however, he doesn’t keep fucking into you. Doesn’t speed up or go harder to shove you over into the waiting abyss below, just out of reach and only getting further away when he abruptly stops instead. The sloshing water continues to move even when he doesn’t and it laps at your heated skin in a taunting caress. Failing to keep your reaction under control, you whip your head around to look back at him incredulously. 

“What are you doing!” You demand, a little more shrill than you’d intended. 

Childe pins you with a relatively steady yet still pained look from where he remains hunched over your bottom half. The way his battered knuckles seem to be turning white from how hard he’s gripping your ass does not escape your notice but it also does absolutely nothing to placate you. 

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m giving you exactly what you want, moja miłość.”

“What —“

His rumbling groan and the way he screws his eyes shut for a brief moment makes it clear that it’s just as difficult for him to fight the urge to keep rutting into you as it is for you to accept it. You don’t understand it though, why he would stop like that when you were so close, and you fix him with a wide eyed question as he gingerly rocks back to ease his cock out. You’re not sure if you should be pissed at him or not when he carefully stands up behind you, leaving his thumb stuffed in your ass for the time being, but you bite your tongue to stay any of the sharp remarks forming there. He had about ten seconds to make his next move and then you’d be taking matters into your own hands. Literally. 

Bending over you now, Childe curls his hand to push down on the inner rim of your asshole as if testing the give. You moan at the pressure, very softly, even though you try not to. Something clicks into place in your mind, and your gaze frantically darts between his darkened expression and his stiff cock where it dangles between his legs. Just the warm flicker of the candles is enough to make the wet skin glisten, so thoroughly coated in your slick that it almost looked like he was lubed up with sticky grease. It probably wouldn’t have been enough for your first, second or even third time but … he’d fucked your ass enough that your sphincter was well trained to accept him now. It was often the safer choice when an unplanned pregnancy could mean disastrous results for the both of you. 

But your pussy weakly contracts around nothing, missing the stretch and the weight of him inside of you. It wanted to be stuffed and filled, and pounded almost as much as your ass did, and you can’t stop yourself from whining when he pokes and prods at you some more before finally sliding his thumb out again. Feeling needy and desperate enough that you think you really might just cry, you plaintively shake your bottom at him in humble supplication. 

“Childe, please …” 

“Hush, pretty girl. I’m going to take care of you, don’t you worry about that.” 

Shuffling forward a pinch so that his feet bracket your knees, he reaches down to grip his cock at the base and then lowers himself in a wide legged crouch. He guides his cock straight to the center of your waiting, puffy hole, using his other hand to squeeze one of your cheeks and spread it from the other. You practically blubber at the first press of his blunt head even as you give a tiny little push to more easily accept the insertion. Childe takes it slow and easy though, giving your entrance a chance to adjust and accommodate him. Inch by tortuous inch, he slips inside until you feel the unmistakable pop when he fully breaches that fluttering ring of muscle. The rest of him comes much quicker after that, and much smoother. Your sphincter can’t close like this and it also can’t work to push him out. It tries, valiantly clenching around his thick length as if to find purchase along all that smooth skin, but it’s useless. He slides in right down to the hilt and seats himself inside you as far as he can go. 

The sound that finally rattles out of you is wild and stretched paper thin. Some sort of wordless animal noise that makes your eyes vibrate in their sockets. 

Heaving a deeply bothered sound of his own, Childe seems to hesitate a moment. Like he was finding his bearings and making sure he had a good grip on his own self control before starting up. His large hands squeeze around your waist, making love handles pudge up between his fingers, hard enough to make you wince. But it’s nothing compared to the intense drag along your guts when he at last begins to angle his pelvis back, using those long, somewhat gangly legs to pull out until only the glans remains wedged inside you. Your asshole eagerly spasms around the mind numbing penetration before he pushes back in, stretches it back out to the full width of his cock, and you outright shriek in delight. 

He settles into his pace much slower than he had when he was stuffing your cunt but it doesn’t take long for him to have a good rhythm going. Your ass isn’t half as noisy either, and the solid plap, plap, plap of his pelvis meeting your bouncing cheeks almost completely drowns out the sounds of soft, wet flesh clicking into place. Much to your groaning relief, the thrumming tension from before comes rushing right back up to the surface almost immediately, making you writhe underneath him. It was a slightly different sort of pressure but it was just as good. Just as potent. Hell, it may have even been better, considering how the deep plunge of his cock makes every single nerve ending in your lower body light up like a firework. Suddenly you didn’t mind so much that your drooling cunt was being neglected. 

“Harder.” You gasp, clutching the tub so tight your fingers hurt. “Fuck my ass harder, Childe!”

Groaning, he hunches further over you and does just that. With his front almost flush against your painfully arched back, his range of movement is much more limited and he can’t quite achieve those long, drawn out thrusts anymore. But to make up for it he ruts into you faster, humping you so enthusiastically it makes your tits bounce. The burning stretch rapidly becomes overwhelming and you simply allow yourself to ragdoll between him and the side of the bathtub, moaning loudly in ecstasy. 

His hands sliding off your sides with one final, possessive squeeze, he reaches one of them up your body to cup a swaying breast in his palm. Blunt fingers fumble to find your nipple, giving it a quick pinch and a tug to make you wail. The other slides down and dips between your thighs. Calloused digits brush over the apex of your mound, briefly caressing your swollen clit to make you judder and shake for him, before reaching further back. You’re so punchdrunk on fast pumping endorphins that you almost don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late. At the last possible second it slams into you like a sack of bricks and you lurch under him with a frantic, startled shriek of pure joy. 

All at once, Childe shoves two of his fingers into your waiting cunt. A third quickly joins them and although the stretch is not nearly as satisfying as his cock, it still has you seeing damn near double while you sway inside the tub. His reach is quite limited from this angle so he can’t bury them in you straight down to the knuckle, but he insidiously curls them to press hard into your upper wall. Stars erupt across your vision at the intense pressure as your pussy absolutely floods with sticky slick. The throbbing pulse in your ass doubles and then triples, toeing the line of being unbearable now, but there was no escaping it. He had you so completely trapped under him that you couldn’t have scuttled away even if you’d tried. 

The only thing you can do is cry out and helplessly rock against him, pushed forward with each quick, piston-like thrust and then pulled back against him again with his hold on you. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. You’d never felt quite so fucked out as you do in that moment with both holes stuffed and aching, Childe’s cock relentlessly carving out a space within you for himself while his fingers attack that tight cluster of nerves just on the other side of your inner sleeve. His seemingly limitless energy reserves had never felt as much a blessing as it does right now. You weren’t sure how many other men could have kept up the effort in this, frankly, awkward position long enough for your orgasm to build up again but he does it with ease. His pace doesn’t even so much as falter when you start to shake in earnest, warning tremors tearing through your body faster than you can comprehend. He just tightens his hold on you and keeps going, slamming into your ass too quickly for you to brace against it. 

It felt like you were going to shatter into a million little pieces. 

“Ooh, sweetheart … you’re really soaking my fingers.” He manages to huff out, barely heard over your own mindless bleating. “I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I? Huh?” Pausing, Childe turns his head to press a brief kiss to your trembling shoulder and then he laughs, breathless and thin. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can feel how hard you’re squeezing me … ahh, fuck. I’m gonna’ cum too. You feel so damn good though, how could I not?” 

A wounded, highly undignified sound bursts out of you as your orgasm starts to really bear down on you now. The tension running through your body like a livewire is suffocating in its potency, and thinking about him shooting his load deep into your ass just makes it even worse. It felt like you were drowning in it, and you helplessly buck underneath him. His hold on you is as good as iron though and he keeps you clutched against him no matter how wild you get. 

The first trickle that comes out of you almost goes unnoticed, but you realize what’s happening the second time your pussy eagerly squirts all over his hand. Even in your fucked out state you’re acutely aware of it running down his wrist and dribbling down your inner thighs in warm, very noticeable rivulets. Childe groans when you do it a third time, as if the slick was being forced right out of you thanks to the building pressure in both holes, and you screw your eyes shut with a strangled scream. You almost couldn’t believe it but there was no denying the obscene amount of fluid coating your skin, and it only becomes all the more obvious when you at last tip over the edge. 

It’s the sound of his gruff, half strangled groan right next to your ear that finally does it. You cum with a lurching gasp, shaking so intensely he has to readjust the way he’s holding onto you to keep you in place. Your pulsating cunt erupts, shooting slick everywhere while your ass contracts around his cock in an uncontrollable series of spasms. You judder and writhe, twisting through your release even as he continues to fuck into you from behind. It’s as much to ride you through it as chase his own, and you let out a weak, thoroughly dazed mewl when Childe grunts his own pleasure just a short moment later. 

His cock eagerly twitches as it pumps your ass full and he goes still over top of you with a harried little whimper of his own. You can’t help the way you jolt at the sound, so sweet and vulnerable that it rushes straight to your well used cunt. You’re a bit too satiated in the aftermath to think about round two just yet though, so you focus on trying to catch your breath while he recovers enough to pull out. It takes a prolonged moment for him to get his bearings straight but, eventually, he carefully works to untangle himself from you, and then plops back to sit in the water. You didn’t doubt that that had been quite the workout on his legs and you almost start to feel sorry for him — but when you gingerly shift around to glance back at the troublesome Snezhnayan, he looks nothing if not pleased. Quite proud of himself, actually. 

“Are you sure that was supposed to be a gift for me?” You ask rather sweetly, offering him a knowing smile. “Or were you just challenging yourself and hoping to get a good workout in while you were at it?” 

“It was a treat for both of us.” He tells you candidly. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t like it. Just look at how pruned my fingers are!” 

He holds his hand out and you squint at the three middle fingers, noting that they were indeed rather wrinkled. You quickly reach up to shove at his wrist though, pushing him away so you can get turned the rest of the way around and fully face him. Your body throbs slightly as you get settled again, especially your stretched asshole, but it is a decidedly good kind of ache. The distant sensation of his cum sitting hot and heavy in your guts brings a dopey smile to your face, even when you try very hard to keep it at bay. For better or worse, Childe seemed to have that effect on you more often than not. 

“Alright, alright. We both enjoyed it. Me especially. Happy?” 

He positively grins from ear to ear. “Very.” 

Comfortable in the afterglow, you carefully draw your knees up and wrap your arms around them, just looking at him. He was much too charming for his own good, you decide for the upteenth time since you’d met back in Liyue. How you’d gotten here, sequestered in this quaint Fontaine villa out in the countryside, was probably anyone’s guess at this point but you were glad it had turned out this way. It was hard to imagine your life without him in it after he’d already wormed his way in. He wasn’t the sort of man one could easily forget, after all. 

“So what’s next on the itinerary?”

Childe hums in thought, his wide smile taking on a sly, mischievous edge now. “Wanna’ go into the bedroom and sit on my face for a while, girlie?” 

Your body stirs with immediate interest. You’d thought you were well sated for the time being but, well … Childe tended to have this effect on you too. It would have been incredibly frustrating had he not been oh so very fun to fool around with. 

Now you’re grinning too, an almost perfect mirror to his expression. “Is that even really a question?”

⭐

[666writingcafe]

Hi Anna, can I ask for a make you own Order?

Lucifer - I want you in the most sinful way possible.

Order #5

"I want you in the most sinful way possible." Lucifer

Author's Note: This takes place after the student council play "With Me" in season two. After receiving glowing reviews, MC gets invited to join RAD's Improv Club. At first, they were unsure about joining due to their heavy course-load, but eventually they were convinced to just attend one meeting and see what they thought of it before fully committing to it. This is the story of that meeting.

Even as I stand in front of the auditorium door, there's a part of me that feels like turning around and heading back to the House. Researching the group revealed that they've received a lot of awards and accolades for their performances in their relatively short tenure, and I'm just not sure if I'll be able to perform to that kind of standard.

However, I did make a promise, and I'm not one to go back on my word, so after taking a deep breath, I push the auditorium door open.

"MC!" Before I can fully process what's happening, I'm suddenly caught up in a bear hug. "I'm so glad you could make it! Cheshi said that you seemed hesitant when you accepted her invitation, so I wasn't sure if you were coming."

"I didn't know you were involved in this," I reply once Asmo lets go of me and allows me to breathe.

"Well, of course I'm involved! A lot of the skills I've learned here have helped in so many ways in day-to-day life!"

"But you still suck at active listening!" someone hollers from a distance. Asmo whips his head around and quips,

"At least I'm getting better at it! Your friend Roian over there has been involved for the last fifty odd years, and he still interrupts people to this day!" Asmo focuses his attention back on me and tells me to ignore whoever yelled as he guides me closer to the stage.

There's about fifteen people either on or near the stage. Most of them are strangers, although there's a couple of people I recognize from my classes. Cheshi is standing towards the front of the stage, appeared to be engaged in conversation with...

No way.

"He does this too?" I whisper to Asmo.

"It was sort of a happy accident," he answers. "Lucifer likes to attend at least one meeting of whatever extracurricular activity we engage in to make sure that we're not up to any mischief, but then Cheshi called on him to perform a bit, and he was really good at it. Since then, he's kind of...stuck around." Cheshi's eyes momentarily meet with mine before clapping her hands together, getting everyone's attention.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, we can begin," she states. "We have a potential new member with us today. MC, would you mind joining me on stage?" Is it just my imagination, or did Lucifer tense up when she said my name?

Once I'm standing next to her, Cheshi continues,

"It is customary for prospective members to take part of an initiation game we like to call 'Dummy'. Basically, you will play the role of a puppet, and we the puppeteers. Of course, consent is important, so if at any point you feel uncomfortable with a command given to you, simply say "no", and the game ends. Do you understand?" All eyes are on me.

"Yes." I wish I didn't sound so nervous. Some of these guys look like they're ready to pounce on me. I'm sure they can smell my fear and are salivating from it.

Cheshi smiles at me before focusing on the other members.

"Now, I know it's been a while since the last 'Dummy', so let me just remind everyone that magic of any kind is prohibited, especially speechcraft. This is meant to be a safe space for all who enter, and anyone has the freedom to withdraw consent at any time. The experience is enjoyable only if all parties involved are having fun."

"Sounds like sex." My words cause a couple people to whoop loudly.

"Oh, I like them," someone else states.

"Settle down, everyone," Cheshi kindly orders. Once she has their attention again, she looks over at me again.

"One last thing before we begin, MC: are you okay with people physically repositioning you as they see fit?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Allow me to demonstrate. Koballin, give me a command."

"Do jumping jacks!" Cheshi does what she is told. After a few seconds, someone yells "freeze" before hopping on stage and moving her arms down to make her appear like she's giving someone a hug.

"Move like a ballerina," the demon tells her as he steps away from her. A few more seconds, and Cheshi resumes her former position next to me.

"I mean, as long as I can stop the game at any time, I suppose it would be alright," I tell her. More whooping. This time, Cheshi chuckles, allowing them to settle down at their own rate.

"With that in mind, are you ready to begin?"

~~~

I'm a little surprised that I've lasted as long as I have. For one, this little game is a lot more physically demanding than I was expecting, and there were times where I thought I was going to run out of breath. However, the group seems pretty in tune with my body language, and they know when to pull back--and to push things a bit further.

I also wasn't expecting to have quite this much fun doing this. After all the stress I've been under, it's been nice to not have to think as much for a change. I can just submit to whatever commands are being given to me without worrying about getting hurt or damaging something in the process.

I suspect Asmo knew about this side of me already, given the power he has from being the Avatar of Lust, but judging from the looks I keep catching on Lucifer's face, I feel like this is the first time he's really seen it in action. I mean, he knows that I do try to follow the rules and do what I'm told to the best of my ability, but never to this degree before now.

Coincidentally, he's the only one that hasn't said a word through this entire game, and we've been at it for over a half-hour. Is he unsure what to do with me, or is he waiting for the right opportunity to make his move?

As it turns out, it's the latter, for when I'm in the middle of doing sit-ups, he quietly but firmly tells me to freeze as soon as I'm upright. I can feel my heart beating faster as he hoists himself up on the stage and walks over to me. He leans over so that he's at eye-level with me, and there's something almost predatory about his gaze.

"Stand up, MC." My knees almost buckle beneath me when I do so. His fingers brush against my jawline, and it's almost like he's memorizing the contours of my face. He brings his other hand up and cups my face, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him. Murmurs quickly arise from the others, and I can't blame them. What is he thinking?

"Kneel."

A simple command. Not too difficult. Yet, somehow, my body is frozen in place, not responding to my brain's desperate pleas.

"MC?"

"MC, are you alright?"

"You don't have to continue if you're uncomfortable," Cheshi chimes in. I appreciate the group's concern for my well-being. However, this sudden bout of nerves isn't from discomfort. The expression on Asmo's face tells me that he's figured out why I'm reacting this way. Thankfully, he keeps his mouth shut. I don't know what I'd do if these people I've just met knew the truth.

"MC." My attention is immediately drawn back to Lucifer. The way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine. It sounds so commanding, so dominant, so...

"MC." He says it again, and the tension leaves my body, leaving behind a pleasant, relaxed state. Slowly, I kneel in front of him.

"Look up at me." I tilt my head up, my eyes meeting his.

"Good lamb." I feel my face heat up at the compliment. I hear someone quietly comment on my blush, but they sound so far away that they don't even matter. I find myself eagerly awaiting Lucifer's next command.

He gently grips my chin, ensuring that I continue gazing up at him. Not that I would have looked away, but I guess he doesn't want to take any chances.

"I want you in the most sinful way possible," he whispers. He's not using any magic--Cheshi would have called him out otherwise--and yet his words seem to have a hypnotic effect on me. All I can think about is the man in front of me and how much I want him.

"I'll have you begging for release," he continues. "I'll make sure that the only thing on your mind is me."

He releases his grip on my chin, allowing his hand to drift to the back of my head, and runs his fingers through my hair. I'm so close to him now, and all I can focus on is the way he smells.

The way his eyes seem to burn into my soul.

The way his lips look dangerously tempting.

"And afterwards, I'll give you all the love and attention you deserve."

"Get a room!" someone yells, causing the moment between us to abruptly end. Cheshi announces the end of the game, and I nearly trip over my own feet as I bolt out of the auditorium and towards the nearest restroom to compose myself.

It's possible that Lucifer was quoting lines from some Devildom play I've never heard of, and if he was, then he did a marvelous job at making them his own.

"He wasn't faking it." Cheshi's voice startles me, making me jump slightly.

"I apologize," she tells me. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was merely checking on you, and I saw doubt written all over your face. I want to reassure you that his words are genuine." Cheshi places a hand on my shoulder.

"I wasn't too sure about you when you first arrived here in the Devildom for the exchange program, especially when you were making pacts in quick succession to one another. I was like, 'great, another Solomon', but you've proven me wrong." She pauses again.

"I've known Lucifer for a long time, and he's normally quite the hardass, but he softens up whenever you're in the room. He even smiles sometimes, and not the one he uses to scare people into submission. He adores you, MC. Don't you ever forget it." She pats my shoulder and smiles.

"I'm going to let you finish composing yourself, but just to let you know, Lucifer's waiting for you outside. I'm not a betting demon, but I'd reckon he'd like to continue what he started on stage today, but in a much more private setting, if you catch my drift."

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[melanieph321]

Hellooo I don’t know how to write well so I’m sending this to you, it’s just something that has been on my mind and since you are my favourite writer I wanted to make this request.

So the reader is the sister of a footballer and they are all together on a villa or something, travelling with family, but the reader’s sister is dating the reader’s ex and take him with her to the trip and like the whole family knows so the brother (I was thinking maybe Bernardo) invites his teammate (Ruben Dias) to join them cause he knew the reader and him would get along well and it’s all like flirty between them and maybe even smutty and leaving the sister and ex jealous

Thank you and sorry for the long ass request 🤍

This, this is the request!!! 🙌

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Houseguest (Part 1)

Enjoy!

"You're bringing who?"

You couldn't believe it. You traveled all the way from your university in Porto for the annual vacation with your family, only to find out that you sister was bringing her boyfriend who is also your ex.

"Come on Y/N. It's not like it would be wierd or anything, you guys broke up when you were what, fifteen?"

"Seventeen actually." You corrected and your sister was right, perhaps it wouldn't be that wierd for her to bring your ex, they had been together for over two years now, a long enough time for you to cope with the situation. Still, he was your first love and that's a feeling that's left It's marks.

"I thought this was a family vacation?" You said, folding your arms.

"It's is." Your mother budged in as she came downstairs, carrying a suitcase.

"Then how come Anita gets to bring her boyfriend, ergo, not a family member."

Your sister rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to her mom, she's just jealous."

"Who's jealous?" Bernardo your older brother said,  he came downstairs carrying his suitcase along with you dad's suitcase. Your dad followed behind him, his bad hip forcing him to lean against the railings.

"Y/N" Your sister said. "I'm bringing Tomàs with me to Portimão this weekend which she thinks is wierd."

"Well she's right, that is wierd."

"Told you!" You said, sticking your tounge out at Anita.

Bernardo chuckled.

You were glad that somone seemed to have your back in this.

"Now, now children let's not argue." Your dad said, the pacemaker in the family. "There is room for everybody at the villa, ex boyfriends or not."

"Exactly." Anita said and carried on to take her luggage out to the car.

"I can't believe I turned down the invitation to go to Cancun with my friends for this." You muttered.

"There there." Your mother patted your back and led you out the house. "You'll see, it will be just like old times."

It wasn't.

During old times the drive from Lisbon to Portimão were a bliss for you and your family. You children would sit in the back whilst your parents took turns driving. Usually you'd be the one to sit in the middle, although you hated it. You sucked at rock papper scissors, but only because Anita and Bernardo had tricked you for years, convincing you to always open a game with paper. Unfortunately for you everything beats paper.

"We're here!"

No, the drive to the villa this year had been far from enjoyable. Firstly your family had to split into two cars because of all the luggage. You and Anita in one car whilst Bernardo drove your parents in the other. It was all going smooth, but eventually you had to stop and pick up Tomàs which resulted in the awkwardest two hours in your life.

Arriving at the villa though, he had actually pulled you aside to exchanged a few words.

"I know you're not happy with me coming along this weekend."

"What, no. Who told you that?"

He smiled. "You always were a terrible liar Y/N."

"I pretended to enjoy your cooking didn't I?" You said, knowing Tomas had been a terrible cook, but which seventeen year old boy wasn't?

"I just hope we can get along this weekend." He said. "I'll keep my distance if it helps."

There was no need for that though, apparently it was you who was forced to keep distance from everyone in the house.

"Why do I have to sleep in the poolhouse?" You asked as everyone settled down for dinner in the lovely villa your family has inherited through generations. It was located just off the cost. A ten minute walk from the beach, a paradise in itself.

"Because..." Your mother said, passing you the salad bowl "....your brothers friend is taking your room."

"Friend? What friend?" You frowned, shifting to Bernardo. He made you wait for him to chew his food, annoyingly slow, you might add.

"Yeah, my friend from Benfica is coming. Ruben. He'll be here tomorrow."

"Well that's not fair. How come no one told me to bring someone to this, not so family vacation."

"Of course you can bring a friend meu amor." Your mother patted your thigh under the table. "Why won't you asks the neighbors kids to come over tomorrow, play by the pool like you used to."

"Because I'm 23 years old mom, not six. Besides, I hate the Da Silva twins. They used to tell me that I had split ends."

A soft laughter spread around the table.

"You kind of do though." Anita said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"That's it."

You rose from your chair.

"Thank you for a lovely dinner, but I think I'm going to bed now."

"Oh come on, don't go." Your family teased you for your foul mood

"Ha ha, very funny." You sighed.

"Sleep tight sourface."

You withdrew from the rest of your family and hid out in the poolhouse, your accommodation for these few days. A part of you mourned that the magic of the villa had died out with time. Growing up simply changed things. If you were still twelve years old you wouldn't be in bed right now scrolling through Instagram on your phone. You'd be going for a midnight swim in the pool, pretending to be a mermaid. Or you and Bernardo would be camping out in the living room, planning which prank to pull on Anita. Those days were gone though. Good times always came to an end, luckily the construction of the villa stayed forever. Perhaps your future kids would enjoy it as much as you did as a child. Yes. That would be the dream.

Speaking of dreams, you woke up from yours after hearing something make a splash in the pool.

"No, no, no."

You rushed to put on a robe. The Da Silvas had a dog, a half blind dog that could still jump fences. It was a Welsh Corgi, a fat Welsh Corgi that would drop like a stone whenever it tried to go for a swim.

"Whatta, who are you?"

It wasn't the Da Silvas dog however. It was a man making a splash in the pool, a very tall man with shoulders you could climb on.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Bernardo said you slept like a hybernating bear."

"Pardon?"

He was handsome too. Once he went to remove his swim goggles the light from the water shimmered in his marron eyes.

"I'm sorry." He smiled. "I think you're brother must have wanted me to disturb you from your sleep."

"Sounds like my brother alright."

The man swam to the edge of the pool near you and raised himself out of the water with ease. Once he stood, the height difference between you two became very clear.

"I'm Ruben." He said, stretching out a hand for you to shake, towering over you like a tree.

"I'm...I'm..."

"Y/N?" He said, saving you from embarrassing yourself yet again. The draft you felt underneath your thin nightrobe was embarrassing enough.

"Your brother have told me about you."

"Of course he has." You sighed.

"Yeah, he told me if I could make the trip here earlier, your family's trip to the city tomorrow would be more fun for you if you had a friend."

"Um...come again?"

You couldn't believe what was coming out of this guys handsome mouth. Had Bernardo really set you up with his friend like this. Did he pity you this much?

"Isn't that what you said, that you wish to bring a friend?"

"Right." You nodded. Ruben seemed to notice the skepticism in your voice.

"But I am not your friend of course, I am your brothers."

"You said it, not I." You were glad that he was smart enough to understand the awkward in this.

"It's just that Bernardo has spoken to me about this girl that he would like to pursue."

"Girl? What girl?" You said, suprised by the devious look in Ruben's eyes.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Some girl he has kept in contact with for a long time. "

" A girl that lives here, in Portimão?" You gasped. Of course Bernardo wanted to keep you distracted from disturbing him this weekend, he wanted to keep the whole family distracted whilst he go on and chat up his crush.

"How come I am the last one to know everything?" You said, folding your arms.

Ruben chuckled. His laughter was like a ray of light in the dark night.

"Well perhaps we could follow him tomorrow, get a glimpse of this mystery girl of his?" Ruben said, the water dabbed on his skin made it appear as if all of him shimmered with the light from the pool.

"I would like that." You said, surprisingly pleased with his first impression.

"I must let you go back to sleep." He said, throwing a glance over your shoulder towards the poolhouse. "Again, I'm sorry for waking you up."

"You didn't." You said, but only to be polite.

"But I did." Ruben smiled. Tomas was right, you were a terrible liar.

"Perhaps we could use tomorrow to get him back." He winked.

"I like the way you think Ruben." You said, a foolish smile on your face.

"Tomorrow it is then."

"Tomorrow." You nodded, slowly backing away towardds the poolhouse. You'd return to bed thinking perhaps you were sleeping walking or something. Forsure it was all a dream. Ruben wouldn't really be here in the morning, would he? It was just too good to be true. He was just too good to be true, wasn't he?

There was only one way to find out....

[simping-ella]

I love your rowan story I was wondering if you can do any hc for him plz!

Rowan Laslow Relationship HCs

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-He is extremely insecure, you most likely asked him out.

-Hes a shy baby, he blushes alot to.

-Dates include; going on walks in the forest, picnics by the lake, going to the library in Jericho or just relaxing in his or your dorm.

-When he gets embarrassed he puts his head into the crook of your neck.

-Gifts you books and leaves little notes in them for you.

-Playful fencing against eachother

-Rowan is very touch starved, he love hugs.

-On cold/stormy night he comes to your dorm and you cuddle up and watch dorky old movies together.

-He definitely will play the piano for you...

-Rowan loves to kiss you on your cheek, temple, forehead and your shoulder.

-Hes very old fashioned: opening doors for you, linking your arms together when walking, giving you flowers, wrapping his jackets around you when your cold.

-Cuddles together under the covers is a must.

-Study dates in the schools library

-Playing old music and dancing together

-Due to stress he gets pains in his back and shoulders so every now and again he will shyly ask you if you can give him a massage.

-Him venting to you about his mother and Wednesday.

-Giving him back rubs while he cries.

-fairylights above your bed and a record player playing love songs

-Going into Jericho and walking around enjoying the sun.

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-He whines and whimpers

-Rowans definitely a switch, sometimes when he's angry or stressed he'll dominate you but other times he's a bottom for sure.

-Loves when you ride him, he buries his head into your neck, making you able to hear every noise he makes.

-(has a mommy kink) what? Who said that

-Hes too shy to ask you to sit on his face

-Gets super flustered when you tease him

-Rowan gets SUPER loud when you suck his cock, he's very sensitive.

-He scolds you about giving him hickeys but secretly he loves them.

-His glasses always fog up when you two are getting hot and heavy and you always tease him about it.

-When you two are cuddling or sleeping he loves being the big spoon, although sometimes he lets the horny get the best of him and he will latch onto you and hump you.

-Making him grind himself on your thigh

-You can tell when Ro is horny because he will wrap his arms around you from behind and gently rutt against your ass.

-Likes being called a good boy

-Immediently gets hard when you suck on his fingers

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I'm glad you liked it!!! I'll be doing more over the next few weeks.

[clonerightsagenda]

Zigzagging the prompt a bit but I want to talk about Olivia Breckenridge today.

The first time I listened to Arden season 2, I was very worried about Olivia, considering this is a Hamlet retelling and she's one (sneakily two) of the characters who do not make it out alive. Luckily, Liv dodges the narrative's attempts to doom her. But recently I've been thinking about the 'transition killed my beautiful cis child' rhetoric and how Ophelia dies and trying to put those in conversation, especially regarding Liv's relationship with Dana.

In the show, most of Liv's acquaintances accept her identity. We learn that Paul briefly kicked her out but then changed his mind and supports her. Claude and Trudy never trip up on her pronouns, iirc. The only person to deadname her is Dana.

Ophelia gets dealt a rough hand in Hamlet. Her first appearances are her brother and father policing her sexuality because she's a woman, then everyone assuming it's her fault Hamlet's gone mad, then Hamlet being cruel to her while again targeting her gender and sexuality. She's destabilized by her father's death and dies offscreen, with Gertrude telling everyone that she fell into water and was dragged down, unresisting, by her waterlogged gown.

So, Ophelia is hassled from all angles over whether she's being the right kind of woman, and then the physical trappings of womanhood drag her to her death. The gravediggers assume she killed herself, although accident and murder are also on the table. Can we see Liv's transition as a reclamation of Ophelia's fate - an assertion of her kind of femininity, even if some people would mourn it as an act of self-destruction?

After being horrible to her for several acts, Hamlet jumps into Ophelia's grave and insists he loves her more than her brother did. As I said before, Dana is the one who deadnames Olivia. She's stuck not only in the past but her own recreation of it - insisting their marriage was a happy one, pretending her relationship with her father was great and everyone loved him, trying to get Liv to remarry her like that can fix everything that went wrong. It's somewhat ambiguous how much Dana deadnaming Liv reflects her view of Liv's gender (does she really still see her as her husband? was it calculated to hurt because she understands the truth?), but she's in the graveyard talking to bones either way, because she refuses to recognize Liv now. (When prompted, Dana can't even answer basic questions about her life.)

Liv can't quite escape Dana's orbit, but she does survive. By 'killing' her past self and recasting herself out of Dana's story, she's able to inhabit her own. So there's some toxic yuri for today.

As much as this relationship sucks and I'm glad Liv got out, "To a Nunnery" always makes me feel things, and a piece of podcast art beyond my skillset that I nonetheless fantasize about a lot is Dana and Olivia together by the fire at the end of high school, Dana with her guitar, and the sparks rising up to the future where Olivia's standing staring at the burning house. Take my hand; let's go watch the fire. It sure didn't turn out the way we hoped when we were young.

[aanoia]

Would you be interested in doing “Broken one” by raelyn with James? Just like a readers who’s home life isn’t awful she has her mom and her mom is amazing. But when it comes to love she just doesn’t have a good foundational understanding unlike James potter who grew up amazing

obviously I loved this request so much and I hope I did it justice. It actually really hit close to home with me, so I'm really glad I got to write about it.

Broken One

James Potter x reader words; 1,626 song; Broken One by RaeLynn warnings; divorce (if you need to talk, reach out. this is something I know personally so I'd love to be someone you can trust about it.) the disrespect this world has for never letting me know about this song until now smh if you have a song request, or a normal request (bc i definitely get those out in a timely manner) just use my inbox. I love doing requests :) this one might be a little confusing to read, lmk if it is haha

We grew up so differently

You had one house, one backyard, one Christmas tree

The difference was obvious between the two of us. Maybe only I saw it, maybe the entire world did. All I knew was I came from a broken home of divorce, my dad was a cheating drunk and my mom, although amazing, was mostly emotionally unavailable. James on the other hand, had parents who loved each other unconditionally, they rarely fought and acted like teenagers in love. 

You didn't split your time, didn't wonder why, like me

“This came from your mother.” My dad said, walking into the kitchen and handing a letter to me.

“Thanks, dad.” He nodded briefly, giving me a tight lipped smile.

“Do you want anything to eat?” He asked. “I can make eggs.”

I smiled teasingly, “You gonna burn them again?” Dad took a swig of his beer and laughed.

“I’ll try not to.”

I smiled and carefully opened the letter. It was from James, so I assumed he forgot it was my dads week and sent his owl to my moms. I smiled as I read the letter, he’s such a sweetheart.

When I met your mom and I met your dad

Damn, it's cool to see that love can last

I watched with a smile as James’ parents danced together in the kitchen, completely forgetting the dinner they were making for us. 

“Are you alright, love?” James asked quietly, not wanting to bother his parents.

I nodded, “I’ve just never seen something like that before.”

James pressed a soft kiss to my lips, “Soon that will be you and I, yeah?”

I smiled against his lips, “Yes.”

'Cause I never knew 'til I was loved like that by you

“Ohhh, Y/n! I’m in love with youUuUUuuUUUuuuuuUU!” James sang loudly in the common as I died with laughter.

Sirius joined as his backup vocals and air guitar and Remus rolled his eyes.

“Will you dimwits shut up, please? I’m getting a migraine.” He asked and James just sang louder, his vocal chords straining.

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“No.” James said, crossing his arms.

I furrowed my brows, “No?”

He nodded and shrugged, “No. You don’t get to finish your sentence because I don’t think I’m gonna like the ending.”

“But Jame-”

He booped my nose and I pulled my face back in surprise, “No. And it’s Jamie to you, missy.”

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

“You can cry, you know?” James said softly, sitting beside me on the porch of my moms house.

Tears filled my eyes at his words, “I should’ve had you meet them separately. I’m such an idiot.” I whispered, my voice cracking.

James pulled me into his side, “You’re not an idiot. They're the only idiots here. This was important for you, they should’ve been able to put aside their differences for you.”

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“I want this one.” James said and I side eyed him.

“James, I love you. But this one sucks.”

James scoffed as our real estate agent (do they even have those?) laughed.

“That’s all right. I have one more for you two.”

“It’s perfect.” James and I said in sync.

She has my eyes and has your nose

I let out a wet laugh as my baby girl was handed to me. I gently pet her head, a few tears falling down my face.

“I think that was more painful for James than it was for you.” James’ mom said and I laughed as he grabbed my hand, ignoring the teasing.

“I’m at a loss for words.” James whispered honestly and I smiled at him as he stared at our daughter.

“Hold her.” I whispered back and he shook his head.

“I’ll hurt her.” He worried.

“You won’t, my love. Hold our little girl.” I said, carefully lifting her into his arms. He held her carefully, as if she was a fragile flower.

But thank God she never has to know

What it's like to grow up picking sides

“This is a recipe for disaster.” I muttered as James bundled up our daughter in her snow coat. 

“No, it’s not. Relax a bit, Y/n/n.” Sirius responded and I glared at him.

“Don’t kill my kid or I’ll do worse than kill you.”

He grinned, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“She’s ready!” James proclaimed proudly and the two ran out the door. 

I hesitantly followed behind them and watched as they swung her over a large pile of untouched snow. A small smile graced my lips as her laughter filled the air, before it was silenced as she fell into the snow. Instead of it catching her she just went right through. She began laughing again under all the snow and James hurried to get her out while Sirius was howling with laughter. Even a few laughs left my lips.

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“Shh, you’re okay, my love.” James whispered into my hair as I cried softly, clutching tightly onto his shirt. “Hey, beautiful, look at me.” He lifted my chin and I struggled not to bury my face in the crook of his neck again. “Hey, we are not your parents, all right? Not your parents.”

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

I held tightly onto my son's hand as we weaved through the train station, trying to get to platform 9 ¾.

“Are you ready for this, Jean?” James asked our daughter who nodded nervously.

“I think.”

“Well, I know.” I chimed in and she smiled.

“Yeah. I am ready.” She corrected herself.

“First year of Hogwarts, and then in two years it’ll be you Harry.” I said, squeezing my sons hand as he smiled up at me.

“Ah, here we are.”

“Uh, dad, this is a wall.” Jean deadpanned and I laughed.

“Not just any wall, smartas-” I glared at James and he cleared his throat. “Alec. You walk through it to get to platform 9 ¾.”

“Huh?”

“Come on. Together.” I said and grabbed onto Jean’s free hand. The four of us as a group walked through the wall and were greeted with the familiar horn of the train. Jean went rigid and I looked down worriedly. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I’m scared, mama.”

“No need to be scared!” A voice said from behind us and we turned around.

“Yeah! We can be best friends!” Two identical ginger boys said with large smiles.

Jean smiled, “Okay! I’m Jean Potter.”

“I’m Fred.”

“And I’m George. Or am I Fred?”

“Am I George?”

“What?” James said and I laughed.

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“Ugh, Sirius is a dick.” James said as he walked into our room.

“Then why are you forcing me to let him live with us?” I asked with a teasing smile, setting my book down.

“Because I love him.” James laid his head in my lap. “But I love you more.”

Yeah, my raising wasn't perfect

But the girl you saw was worth it

“I feel so old.” I said, sitting down at the kitchen counter after dropping off Jean and Harry, Jean entering her fourth year of Hogwarts and Harry his second.

“You are, my love.” James said, kissing my cheek and grabbing some milk.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“Just go, goddamnit! Leave!” I yelled at my parents who were arguing over who got to see this kids for Christmas. “I mean, for fucks sake, get out of my house!”

“Y/n, that is no way to speak to you pa-”

“I think it’s time for you two to leave.” James said calmly after taking the kids to their rooms, walking over to the door and opening. I breathed heavily, my bottom lip trembling as they walked out angrily. 

Once the door closed my shoulders deflated and I sighed in defeat. James silently brought me into a tight hug, quietly telling me he was there and everything was going to be okay.

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“Oh, you old bag. Shut your face.” I croaked from beside James’ hospital bed.

“You be quiet, you wrinkly tomato.” He retorted.

“Kick the bucket all ready.”

“Mom!” Jean scolded, holding her toddler in her arms.

“What? It’s gonna happen soon for both of us.” I reasoned and James laughed.

“You age like fine wine.” He complimented.

“You age like a banana.” I gently kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna miss you, but if I have to spend another minute in this hospital because you’re too stubborn to die I will kill you.”

He smiled and motioned me closer. I obliged and he kissed me like we were young. Passionate and loving. His monitor flatlined mid kiss and his grip on my hand lessened. I smiled sadly as a single tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.

“It was his time.” I whispered. Two days later I laid in the same bed and took my last breath, the only thing on my mind was seeing James again.

Yeah, you saw home sweet home

In a girl from a broken one

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi Makenzie

It's the anon with the partner with the 4 hour plateau period again (this seems to be the quickest way to clue you in about who this is again) and I'm glad to say I've taken your advice to heart and slept on it. Yesterday my partner and me had a "fight" (between "" because we just talked openly about what bothered us and there was no shouting, threatening or physical violence, which I am extremely happy about but also makes it hard for my brain to catalogue it as a fight- let's just say it's good this is my first relationship, huh?) about a situation they pushed me into despite my earlier protests and how I shut down afterwards -we're good!- and I brought up how the sexual stuff has been weighing on me. I told them what you told me re: sexual incompatibility and breaking up and they basically immediately apologised, told me sex isn't that big of a deal to them after all and that they don't think we have to break up over it.

I've been fearing our first fight since we started dating, but I'm glad to be able to report that it actually helped strenghten our relationship: I now know I have to work on being more assertive around my boundaries instead of pussyfooting around them and they promised they will do their utmost to listen when I say I don't feel up for stuff.

As for the comments on that original post who expressed their concern about me: please don't worry! I'm good! My partner is one of the sweetest people I know, even if they can be hard-headed (and of hearing) sometimes. They did not willingly pressure me into anything, and the one time they did disregard my 'no' (about a social thing, don't worry!) they really regret and we will both work to ensure that won't happen again.

Thanks for everything!

hi anon,

oh boy! I'm certainly glad to hear you and your partner were able to have a disagreement without physical violence (although unspeakably concerned that you feel the need to specify that and sound so relieved about it), and it's good that you were able to express your needs about sex. like I said in my last answer, the two of you not having sex with each other anymore was like... the bare minimum of what needed to change here.

now, having said that, I'm going to be so real with you: for eight years now I've tried to keep it pretty neutral in my responses and meet my anons where they're at instead of passing judgment, but based on everything you've told me in your two asks I do not like this relationship at all and your partner sounds like they kind of suck.

here's literally all the info I have based on the two asks you have sent me: you met your partner a month ago and, in your own words, they "upended my understanding of myself by somehow making it so we're in a relationship together." in the month you've been together, your partner has

told you (their transmasculine partner) that they wished your body looked more like actresses in porn

told you "on the very first day" that they need to get off only to do a switcheroo when you brought up the idea of breaking up

made you feel wildly insecure in your relationship for your lack of interest in sex

pushed you into a situation that you were actively protesting, re: your fight from this ask, with a possible SECOND instance of this based on your last paragraph

straight up if you were one of my friends talking about your relationship this way I would be BEGGING you to break up with them. this is an insane amount of emotional distress for a MONTH

[ye-oldroderich]

Hi i saw a friend of mine do art of ur wiz ocs and kindly i wpuld love to hear more about them. Nonhuman ocs in wiz r so fun

OMG YAAAAAY i love talking about my ocs so bad ..... WAHH. prepare for a long yap sesh

More art of them from last(?) year's art fight by my friend @mister-geuse <3 ily tutt

I love Insaf and Rund they're my little guys im so glad so many people like them too 😭 when i make ocs for media i like to try and explore things that help to flesh out the world more and wizzy has SO many nonhuman peoples and there's just so much you can do ... no shade to people with human ocs of course. but personally i like exploring different things with each character i make

Krokotopia is one of my favorite worlds because i'm old and i like lizard people. it isnt without criticism (LOTS of criticism) though. i dont think ive ever seen another mander oc before (although i havent looked *that* hard, theres probably some out there!) so they were my go-to when making an oc from that world.

Insaf loves history! especially the history of magic in her world. she's often frustrated after she comes to wizard city and the library doesn't have much information on krokotopia's history, let alone things about her culture or anything before the krok dynasties came to power. after being Alhazred's student, she finds Arthur Wethersfield's teaching suuuuper lackluster in comparison. she corrects things he says about Balance magic in her mind. Insaf would be an "um, actually" girl if she wasn't nerfed with a severe anxiety disorder LMAO

she's actually really easy to anger but is just so adept at bottling it that she never shows it. this girl wants to rage so badly. magic is her outlet. she's a bit of a wildcard during duels since shes small and unassuming but VERY quickly becomes very aggressive with lots of offensive spells. she got a broomstick when she moved to wizard city but sucks at riding it and is pretty embarrassed about it (her tail throws her off-balance). she also has a pet chameleon in her dorm! its name is Sheba.

Now for Rund. i love birds and dinosaurs and corvids so a raven was a must-have for me as an oc. also its fun to put your characters through the horrors (ie a cult) and Rund definitely gets the brunt of it lmao. i haven't really ever made a character dealing with amnesia because its such a cheap plot cliché and its never done accurately to how amnesia actually works as like. a nuerological condition. so with Rund i've been really researching how it actually works so that i can portray it well.

amnesia is still not very well understood because the brain is so silly and complicated but if i were to label her with something it'd be pure retrograde amnesia. after her head injury, she can't really remember much at all about herself, and isn't familiar with ravenscar or anyone there. she CAN remember how to use runes, though, and other "muscle-memory" things. after she's sent to wizard city to recover, she starts getting some memories back over time (mostly information she got while reading, and some personal details) but memories specifically retaining to the Coven are much harder for her to remember.

Rund is also autistic (both she and Insaf are) and has some other underlying conditions that were exacerbated by both her head injury and the traumatic stress she was under. she has both motor and vocal tics, and doesn't speak much outside of echoalia. she's very easily overwhelmed so she sticks to less crowded and quieter places, which are hard to find in wizard city ... its why she and insaf hang out by the death school LMAO. no one else is ever there.

Rund uses runestones instead of a spelldeck, just like a lot of people in Grizzleheim traditionally do. she likes to shake the bag and hear them clinking together. her mount is a Death Vortex, and i rationalize it as like ... her turning into a cloud to zip around (usually so she can get on top of something and perch up there). she likes having her hood up so she can block out stimuli. Rund knows people look at her differently, which is part of why she avoids most people. she doesn't really know how to feel about being sent to Ravenwood, but supposes its better than the alternative ... though she misses Grizzleheim's snow.

Rund and Insaf met when they were assigned partner on a death class project. neither of them really had friends before that at ravenwood. Insaf doesn't expect anything of Rund or judge her for things she can't control. Likewise, Rund doesn't judge Insaf for having "unsightly" feelings, and can relate to it. they both like yapping about magic and history, and take turns talking at eachother. they have library dates where they go and point out flaws in the literature (hater activity). they're their own best company.

[lucy90712]

Road to recovery- part 3

masterlist Gavi stayed quiet for the next few hours which I used to do some of my uni work as I've neglected it a bit this past week despite having not gone anywhere. I only stopped when someone brought us both in some food for dinner which made me realise how hungry I was after not eating anything since yesterday before my surgery. I will admit the food didn't look exactly appetising but I was so hungry that I tried my best to ignore the look and the taste. 

"How are you eating that it's disgusting" Gavi said taking me completely by surprise 

"I'm starving I haven't eaten since midnight yesterday so I'll take anything although this isn't great" I said 

"Well I'm going to get someone to bring me some food do you want anything?" He asked 

"If you don't mind that would be amazing I'll find way to pay you back" I said 

"There's no need for that I offered so I'll pay" he said 

After earlier I expected him to not like me and to just ignore me until we leave but clearly he either wasn't as bothered by my questions as I thought or he has a very short memory. Not knowing much about Gavi I didn't have any idea of what he'd be like but knowing he's a famous footballer I assumed he'd be a bit arrogant and maybe not the nicest person but my assumption seems to be very wrong. The fact that he offered to get food for me and pay for it changed all of my assumptions about Gavi as there's not many people out there that would do that for a stranger let alone someone like him who has no need to even speak to me. 

Gavi asked me if I had any preferences on what he ordered but I told him to just get whatever he wanted as he was paying and I'll eat anything. I imagine he usually has a diet to follow like I do but if there is any occasion where we can break it without being told off I imagine that's now. Although I can't wait to get back to training and competing I think I'm going to enjoy the break from the strict routines and diets as for me that's the hardest part. 

"So how did you end up here?" Gavi asked breaking my train of thought 

"I was practicing a new vault for a competition as I'm a gymnast and I landed right on my leg and now I'm here" I said 

"You're a gymnast that's cool I don't really understand much about gymnastics but what level if that's the right word do you compete at?" He probed further 

"It's not easy to describe but I was selected for the olympic team for next year but that's not going to happen now" I said 

"I'm sorry I know exactly how that feels it's the euros in the summer too and I'm going to miss that" he said 

"Yeah it sucks but my brother always tells me things happen for a reason so I'm gong to take this set back and use it to motivate me to get even better" I said 

"I don't think I ever asked what your name is I'm sorry" he said 

"Don't worry about it I'm Lola but the way" I said as I reached over to shake his hand which made him laugh 

"It's nice to meet you Lola I'm Pablo or more people call me Gavi but I assume you knew that already" he laughed 

"Do your friends call you Gavi or Pablo?" I asked out of curiosity 

"They mostly call me Gavi but my family calls me Pablo but you can call me whatever I'll answer to either" he said 

Pablo and I kept talking and getting to know each other even when Pablo's dad brought us the food he ordered we kept talking in between taking bites. He told me all about football but also more about him as a person which I enjoyed listening to as its always nice to get to know the person behind what the media see and he's truly a lovely person. I got the sense that Pablo is the type of person you can't help but love once you get to know him as there doesn't appear to be a bad bone in his body. Out of all the famous footballers I could've ended up here with I'm glad it's Pablo as he's actually really normal and fun to talk to.

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Overnight Pablo and I didn't sleep much as we spent a lot of time talking and then we watched movies together until we must've both eventually fallen asleep. I was woken up by a nurse coming in to do her regular checks and then another doctor came in and made sure both Pablo and I were up so he could tell us that after lunch we would be discharged but first we both had physio sessions one after the other. As he had his surgery first Pablo went for this physio first so I used the opportunity to get up and brush my teeth and hair as I know I look a mess after yesterday. I also texted my brother so he would know when to come and get me as he promised to pick me up or more like volunteered himself as he's sure I'm lying about sharing a room with the Pablo Gavi.

Once Pablo was back I had my physio session which wasn't much fun as it just left me in a lot of pain. With how hard it was to even move my knee a little bit it made me feel quite down about my chances of having a speedy recovery and getting back to training any time soon but it can only get better as time goes on right. When I got back Pablo seemed to sense that I wasn't feeling so chipper anymore as he made his way over and gave me a hug or at least his best attempt while using crutches. I didn't know how much I needed a hug until Pablo hugged me, somehow it just made me feel so much better it was exactly what I needed to lift my spirits and being in his arms made me feel weirdly at home. As we both packed our things ready to be discharged he kept me talking about anything other than sport or our injuries which was really thoughtful of him. 

Before I knew it the doctor said we were free to leave so the both of us quickly text whoever was coming to pick us up then we just had to wait. My brother knew we would be getting discharged not long after midday so he was already in the area so it didn't take long before he was knocking on the door to our room. Once he came in I couldn't help but smile as he got to see that I wasn't lying just because I was bored I have actually been sharing a room with Pablo this whole time. 

"Are you ready to go sis?" Alonso asked me 

"Yeah just give me one minute to go to the bathroom" I said 

"Hey man it's nice to meet you thanks for keeping her company in here" Alonso said to Pablo trying to find a reason to talk to him 

"It's no problem she's lovely it was nice sharing a room with her" I heard Pablo say making me blush a little as I came out the bathroom 

"Lola before you go can I have your number I think it would be good for both of us if we kept in touch" Pablo asked while scratching his neck clearly nervous

"Of course give me your phone and I'll put my number in" I said 

Once I handed him his phone back Alonso took my bag and we walked out the hospital together. Alonso wouldn't stop staring at me as I focused on making my way out of the hospital and into the car which was harder than I though as I have no movement in my knee which you really take for granted when you have it. Even once we were in the car Alonso didn't go anywhere he still just stared at me. 

"Do you have anything you want to say?" I asked 

"First of all you weren't lying and secondly you gave him your number I just don't know how you managed that" he said 

"I'm just the best that's how I managed it" I laughed 

"But seriously I have no idea I don't think the past 24 hours will ever feel real" I said 

Alonso drove me back to my apartment and helped me get settled before he left as he has his own life to live. Seeing as I was finally alone and feeling a bit better about life I decided to take a selfie to share with my followers as I know some people care about my journey and are worried about the fact that I didn't attend the last competition.

Pablogavi started following you 

Pablogavi liked your photo

[cherry-pyon]

The four seasons of

Mankai Company

Synopsis: Things escalated quicker than you can process but luckily it ended well, for now. The four of you are on a mission to find new members, form the first troupe, and bring it to Furuichi until sunset or else the demolition of your father's agency will continue! Although you and your big sister are sure to find one, or two if you're lucky enough, is it just easier said than done? Or you'll be able to hold the title of 'The Saviour of Mankai Company'?

⚠️Reminders⚠️:

May contain incorrect grammars (English is not my first language)

Will follow the manga, but there will be a lot of changes

Different flow of story due to two protagonists (you and Izumi)

Reader is 16 while Izumi is 24 (not canon but is considered)

Fem!reader

Long ass series so I won't blame you if you get bored the first time you look at it

P.s: A3! Characters are legally and respectfully owned by Liber Entertainment Inc. and I do not claim them. I only own the changes in the plot of the story.

|☆Chapter 1| |☆Chapter 2|

Chapter 111:

Spring is...back?

You're trying to catch your breath. Both of your hands are now gripping tightly in your sling bag as you stand still beside a lamp post where your big sister holds onto for dear life. Your chest huffs and puffs and continues to seek for air to fill your deprived lungs

"Nee-san, are you sure we can find new members here?" It's the first thing you said before she looked up to you. You can see her drained face like the life inside of her has been sucked out, her grip is still on the lamp post as she motioned her other hand to wait for her answer. "I told you to slow down! I almost tripped on my feet earlier, you know!" you scolded your big sister, to which she just laughed off as her way of apologizing between her nonstop pants. The two males had just finished catching their breaths and are now looking concerned at the two of you

"Is she-"

"She's okay, Matsukawa-san, sorry for making the two of you worry" You swiftly turned your whole body to them with a reassuring smile whilst your hands are kept behind your back and bowed respectfully for causing such a ruckus, right now you're trying to distract them from your sister—who's now at the verge of dying but she can't just die yet, you still have a mission to accomplish!

A few minutes had passed, you decide to look behind your shoulder when your big sister finally replies to you, "Trust your big sister on this, (Y/n). I promise you I'll do the best that I can!" She proudly said with her hand pressing on her chest

"Ahhhh, this will save our agency!" Matsukawa cried out of happiness, the other boy couldn't hide his smile while he looked at the two of you

Now that you remember it, haven't the two of you met before arriving at the theater? You were confused as to why he acts as if you weren't there, you felt a pain in your chest as you dramatically closed your eyes while your lips formed a pout, you were lost in your own thoughts until you heard a familiar voice near you

"Hey! I'm sorry I couldn't find the perfect timing to talk to you earlier, but I'm so glad that we met again!!" You heard his cheery voice, the one that held so much passion earlier on stage, you opened your eyes and turned your head to your side, your eyes met his that matched the color of his beautiful dark-pink hair, together with his lovely smile that illuminated an exact replica of how each and every flowers bloom every time spring season arrives. He held so much joy that you can feel yourself hallucinate cherry blossoms blooming around his face, just like the first time you met

"I also couldn't find the perfect timing to talk to you, but I'm also glad to meet you again. I was also surprised to find out that we're actually going to the same location" you curved your lips into a small smile; a gentle one, he chuckled to your reply, "I was really surprised I saw you from the audience! How's my performance?" He was quick to switch the topic as he cannot wait any longer for your comment. "It was good! The talking parrot surprised me for a bit but you're good at acting, I think you just need some more experience and also members" his cheeks slightly turned pink and thanked you upon hearing your personal remark, he didn't know but just hearing it from you makes him feel like he doesn't need anyone's comments anymore; yours is the only acceptable one, but he brushed it off as he thought that's a bit too selfish to think about for someone he just met

Izumi clapped her hands to gain the other three's attention, to which she successfully did. "Come on now, everyone. There's no time for us to feel safe" she starts to walk away and motions her hands to follow her steps, "We have to find new members, we can't let him know we're just lying!"

And with that, you heard the manager scream as if his life was going to end now, actually, you knew this was coming so you covered your ears, you can't help but to look around after that, seeing lots of eyes looking at him weirdly for causing such a scene

"W-WHAT?! L-LIE? IT WAS ALL A LIE?!"

"It was more like a street act than a lie" your big sister pouts her lips in pure disappointment as he corrected him, I mean it shattered her heart knowing that thing wasn't considered a top-tier acting even though the first time she acted was in elementary

You averted your eyes from the two males, you know very well you're your big sister's accomplice because this feels more like a crime than a lie

"S-so our agency will actually be demolished?" You turned your head to the dark-pink haired boy-that-you-still-don't- know-the-name-until-now-because-it-kept- slipping-out-of-your-mind as his voice cracked, 'He's about to cry, nee-san! It's all your faulttt' you can see how his eyes attempted to tear up. The manager crouched down as he kept crying, not giving care about the people who came across him in this state

"We have to find new members to cancel it" Your big sister begins to look around for someone who looks interested in acting, "I don't think you can find someone who wants to act just by looking at their clothes and their aura alone, nee-san, that's called being judgemental" your sister tried to ignore your words as she kept her eyes on the lookout and her lips whistling as if to block your voice. "Nee-san!" You shouted as she began to sneak away from you and you caught her in action, "Don't act like you didn't hear me!" She tried to laugh it off but you gave her an unimpressed look

"I don't know what I can do, but please let me help too!" The boy politely interrupted as he openly rests his hand to his chest, 'Well atleast we have another help' you sighed in relief. Your sister, on the other hand, cooed at the boy's offer as she dramatically wiped a non-existent tear from her eyes, her hands clasped together and she approached the said boy

"What a sweet boy!" She unexpectedly ruffled the boys' hair, to which surprised the latter. Then she was quick to switch to pinching both of his cheeks which earned an uncomfortable groan from him, you tried to hide your laugh as the poor boy from your sister's grasp was trying his best to seek help. She stopped as she apologized to the boy who had his cheeks puffed up red and swollen

"Ah! By the way, I'm Tachibana Izumi and this is my little sister Tachibana (Y/n), what's your name?" She asked, atleast it didn't slip through your sister's mind, she saved you from it, you scooted closer to your sister as you mumbled a small, "It's nice to meet you"

"My name is Sakuya Sakuma. "Saku" as in "Bloom" Nice to meet you!" He happily bowed just like you did

Now that everything is settled, in the meantime, and now that you finally know his name, all you can worry about is how you and your big sister will find new members and bring it to Furuichi by sunset. You think that the three of you are depending on your big sister, but you don't want her to take all the responsibility, you're also here for a purpose, and you don't want your sister to take all of the problems and burdens and keep it to herself, you want to prove that she can also depend on you when it comes to situations like this. And with that, you decided that it's time for you to speak up and let them hear your own suggestion

"I think that if we need new members, we need to promote the agency. We need to start by showing them what we can provide and what makes the Mankai Company better than the others!"

"That's a great idea! What can the Mankai Company provide?" Your little sister happily agreed with your idea and turned his attention to Matsukawa, this of course boosts your pride as you can't help but smile so idiotically, you just wished someone won't catch you in the act for this kind of concerning behaviour

"The Mankai Company provides a personal dorm for members, and they get to eat my cooking, two times, day and night!!" Matsukawa proudly replied, atleast now he can show off how good of a cook he is

"Well that doesn't seem too bad now, is it? Let's proceed with that!" Izumi hummed in agreement, feeling really motivated, "Lil sis, you'll be the interviewer and we'll be managers in charge of the auditions, okay?" She added, which horrified you. "What?! Why me?!" You whined as you tried to protest, but to no avail, your big sister doesn't let this one slip out and ignores your childish cavil. You simply just moved on about it as you had no other choice but to do it, it's for the sake of your father's agency, although you're a bit too hesitant to go all the way just for it to be saved, you know your sister's true to her words when she told Furuichi just how persistent she is at cancelling the demolition, and you don't want to crush all of her hardworks. It won't be for too long, so trust your big sister on this

"The recruitment for Mankai Company starts now! And the audition for new members will start" You purposely made your voice a little bit louder than normal so you would successfully gain the attention of random passersby. Although, given this to be your first ever street act, you can't avoid the shakiness and cracks of your voice, making you more embarrassed than you were before, it cringed you honestly, but you're ready to take risks, just for the agency to be in peace

"First! My name is Sakuya Sakuma, 17 years old!" His voice came out shaky too, it seems like no matter how hard he tries to act very confidently, his actions do the opposite effect and he hates it, he wants to show everyone how exciting and how fun performing can be but he guessed maybe now's not the right time, not when he still lacks experience

The street act went smoothly, in your perspective, you know very well the passersby are in complete contrast with your view, about your own story, and even though you get strange looks from random people, you've begun to grow tired of others misjudging you at first glance

"What's that?"

"Oh my, that looks awful"

"Is that supposed to be a street act?"

"Is it a part of a punishment game?"

You can see how your sister's face gloomed, which worsened the supposedly lively and cheerful mood you all had, "Oh...no one even gathered around us" It was like you both could read each other's minds and decided to drop the act right after she saw how ashamed you must have felt while looking around, seeing no one took any interest in your performance (except for one). You risked your dignity and sanity for this and yet no one was there to even watch it longer? Not fair, not fair at all

The streets were back to normal, almost as if nothing had happened. You silently walked out from the rest, looking around to examine the structures of different shops, you noticed a sidewalk, a bit higher than the street you were into so it's clearly above. It was right in front of you in a small alleyway, just between two tall shops. There, you noticed a single person leaning their arms on the sidewalk's pavement fence, is he looking at you? Maybe? But if he's focused on you then, maybe he's interested, it feels like he's been there for a while, but oh well! It won't hurt to try and ask so you let your feet lead your way to the strange guy

'Let's just hope he likes acting'

"Excuse me, are you perhaps interested in acting?" You went in the alleyway on the other side of the road as you raised your head to look up to him, he was startled for a bit when you started talking to him—his cheeks slowly burning and a dust of pink can be seen if you pay close attention

"E-ehh? Uhmmm.." his lips moved a little but his voice can't be heard, it seems like he was mumbling something to himself but you can't really hear it because of the distance between you and him

"Maybe you saw our performance, or maybe not, but right now we're in desperate need of new members-"

"(Y/n)! What are you doing over there?" You were quick to turn your head when you heard your sister call you out, they crossed the road to get to you and were curious to know who you were talking to just now, you are about to explain when Sakuya spoke

"Eh? Masumi-kun? Aren't you Usui Masumi-kun?" He was the first to initiate a conversation with the mysterious guy

"Do you guys know each other?" It was your big sister's turn to ask, and Sakuya was quick to nod in response, also humming with it

"We never talked to each other before, but he is my underclassmen" Sakuya gave out a cheerful smile, while the guy who's named Masumi was much more doing the opposite: he was frowning as he holds the headphones dangling from his neck, attempting to put it back on as he observed us from above

"Who?"

"Masumiiii!" He fake cried, expecting to get Masumi to feel guilty but he felt no remorse at all

"Uhmm..Masumi-kun, if you're interested, why don't you try to join?" Izumi offered, clasping both her hands on the side of her face as she tilted her head to the side, willingly waiting for either his refusal or approval. It went silent for like five seconds before he could muster up the energy for an answer, or rather another question

But before that, he held onto the fence really tight and hopped over it and did a stunt you all didn't expect, you had a mini heart attack from what he did because it was kinda high and it's scary but you're left amazed and impressed at the same time

"Is she also a member?" He was surprisingly calm right after he did that scary stunt. He averted his gaze from everyone else but he kept stealing glances at you every second. Surely, he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable by his eyes slowly burning a hole through you from all of that gazing and glancing. You don't know but your sister can smell something fishy going around, and she's certain that she can't just let it slide

"Eh?? Oh kids these days..." She sighed at herself while clicking her tongue in disapproval, but the only thing that didn't match her overall behaviour was her smile creeping up, you weren't too happy about it, I mean your big sister is back to being that typical aunt that likes to ship you with almost every boy he met, not to mention her being too similar to that one aunt you both have in your hometown

"Nee-san, you're acting way too similar to auntie Rina" you joked, while giving her the 'I'm tired of this stuff, Nee-san' look, she only replied to you with a knowing smile, thinking that you're just acting too shy about it

"I don't know about that Mas-"

"What are you talking about?! She's one of our boss! Both of them are our directors!" Matsukawa interrupted, which was unexpected and it surprised the two of you because he had been real quiet after that horrible street act

'I haven't even agreed to join yet' Izumi thought but she realized it was too late to back out now, she hopes this won't be too hard of a job

"I will join if she's there" He finalized his words with a quick glance at you, which you didn't quite catch but your big sister was quick enough to nudge your shoulder and tease you

"Really? You'll join?!" Sakuya was too happy to care about how harsh Masumi is to him, he was quick on his feet to run towards him

"I don't care about you"

"That's true, but I'm happy!" He tried to hug him but he was quick to dodge and grabbed Sakuya's hair, pushing him down as Sakuya tried to fight back by grasping his arms

"You hear that (Y/n)? He's so sweet, that boy is sweet"

"Nee-san, pleaseee" you whined, not really in the mood for things such as this

Izumi was having fun teasing you about it, Masumi can't stop looking at you, Sakuya and Matsukawa are way too busy celebrating and here you are, trying your best to stay calm and composed

'What should we do? I didn't even decide to join yet' You bit your lip as you felt your anxiety rising up, can you really handle such a big responsibility?

'But he's our newest member, it feels bad deceiving him, but I guess I should keep it in me for now'

"Entry no.2: Masumi Usui, sixteen years old, my hobby is listening to music, and my reason to join Mankai Company is to support the director"

And right after that, girls swooned around him, completely blocking him from the others, you can see how he's trying his best to break free, which he successfully did, but the girls were still busy sticking to him like some leech, squealing and screaming then and there

"Masumi-kun is so cool!!" Sakuya exclaimed in awe, too stunned with how much effect Masumi has on the girls

"He's well composed, and he's incredibly good" you mumbled as Matsukawa hummed in agreement

It was obvious how irritated he is, with the way his eyebrows furrowed as he looked behind him where the girls were, and it was obvious how his mood quickly changed from irritated to head-over-heels. I swear you're starting to think if this was some sort of prank or act

"Really?"

"EEKKK!" You swear you felt your life was sucked out of you when he suddenly popped out in front, he mumbled out a worried "Sorry" before patiently waiting for your reply

"How's my performance?"

"It was good!"

"Did I do well just now?" You can hear how desperate he is for your answer just by his tone

"Your performance was outstanding-" Matsukawa decided to join in, but was quickly cut off by Masumi himself

"I'm not talking to you" He shot a glare to Matsukawa before taking all of his attention back to you

"Yes! Yes! Just continue doing that!" You replied back, feeling too bad about the manager's cries of sorrows. But honestly, you don't know anymore, you exhaled right after he blushed at your comments and left the scene. Right now you're trying to regain who you are the seconds before the incident. Izumi tried to cover her mouth and keep herself from laughing way too loud, you glared at her as you tried to cover your blush from the close proximity with him minutes ago. You're having a hard time differentiating what's true and what's not

"That was a good performance, Masumi-kun" Your big sister clapped her hands to gain the attention of the two boys across the street, Masumi politely thanked your sister, completely ignoring Sakuya who kept complimenting his performance

You were too relaxed knowing that you found another member that the deadline had slipped out of your mind, you reminded everyone as they came to realization except for Masumi who was a bit confused, but you'll explain the rest later and right now, all of you should run right now because time's running as well. You can see the station where you and your sister came from (Ch.1) and you caught a glimpse of a familiar person who just turned

"Nee-san! I know just the right person to find" you ran off, completely ignoring their calls because you might be too late to stop him

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Izumi groaned when you were nowhere to be seen, she began to panic about the thought of you getting lost because both of you are unfamiliar with this place

"Don't worry, I'll follow her" Masumi dashed away which left Izumi fumbling to find the right words to stop him

"Masumi-kun!" Sakuya was next to run. Izumi and Matsukawa— who were both being tagged into this mess had no other choice but to follow and run too

"PLEASE WAIT!" You don't care anymore, you don't care about attracting the attention of everyone who was there, he's the only last hope you have

"E-eh? Oh! It's you!" You were relieved he already recognized you, as you held onto your legs and pant uncontrollably, earning a worried look from the said male. It took you minutes for your breathing to be back to normal, maybe it'd be best if you never ran from the start

"You said you were looking for a dorm, right?!" He was confused at first but nods to your question

As you were about to introduce your agency, you were left astounded when you heard a familiar voice shouting not too far in front of the station

"PLEASE JOIN MANKAI COMPANY!!! WE PROVIDE DORM AND MEALS TWICE A DAY!!"

"Meals twice a day?!" It was more than enough for him to turn his head to find the source of this generous offer

'It seems like everyone managed to catch up' you sighed in relief as the blue-ish sky had started to slowly turn orange