#and it's just like. i'm supposed to be able to fix all of that?? myself? with just my willpower?

[vynrico]

◤♬ Twisted wonderland music preference hcs! ♬◥

Uh just a note that I'm not too familiar with too many music genres (blues for example). I have a very specific and fixed music taste myself. These are just personal hcs so don't take anything seriously 💦

Anyways just enjoy reading this thing that has been sitting in my notes app for a while ~☆

Characters included: main cast (- staff, side characters)

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🌹 Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

Classical: This isn't very surprising but it definitely calms him down and insists that it helps him focus the most while studying.

Maybe also whatever tea party music is during unbirthday parties since they're quite pleasant too.

♣ Trey Clover ♣

Pop

"That's just what normal people like, right?" ~♣

Jazz: I mean just look at his face, it screams that he likes jazz (no pun intended).

♦ Cater Diamond ♦

Pop: He's in the pop music club, he's an extrovert and likes to stay on trend

Soft indie: I know those two contrast each other but I think he'd like softer music in general when he's alone. (Mitski Cater real)

♥ Ace Trappola ♥

Hip-hop, pop or whatever the average teenage guy likes since he's honestly quite normal in terms of taste in general.

Idol songs or just girl idol bands in particular. I can't really see him liking any boy bands honestly

Though this just might be just me being biased since I like to imagine him to be really fem in general 💦 (he would LOVE newjeans).

♠ Deuce Spade ♠

Rap and phonk: Liked it during middle school as an edgy and cringy tween

Alternative, rock or metal: he probably went to concerts with his friends back in middle school

He forced himself to listen to classical before but doesn't like it all too much (I'm projecting) cuz he heard that one myth about listening to classical can make you smarter

🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Classical. Well um, his hobby is playing chess? He's old

Traditional sunset savanna music of many cultures

🍩 Ruggie Bucchi 🍩

Pop, hiphop, rap: it's most of what he grew up listening to in his neighborhood so he just naturally picked up on it. (Do you think he rapped as a side gig before?)

He likes some of his grammy's music taste too (I'm not specifying cuz I can't think of anything for that one)

🐺 Jack Howl 🐺

Rock and edm (based) cuz that's what I think gym music is like.

Pop: Based off the vibes I think he'd just picked it up naturally — he isn't the deepest character in the cast so my assumption might be quite shallow imo, this is twst's bad writing at fault... ☠️

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

Jazz: All the octa members used to be in a jazz band back in middle school so I'll be using that as reference as an explanation. And well, the mostro lounge bgm is jazz

Classical: Because Azul was on the piano/keyboard in the band as I remembered, he started liking classical whilst taking piano lessons. He seems financially well off enough to be able to take piano lessons since he was kid, he could maybe also be self-taught too but having a tutor just makes more sense

I like to think he likes a lil bit of alt too (Because I said so).

🦈 Floyd Leech 🦈

Just loud n fast-paced music in general. I can't really specify a genre for him idk why. I like to think he's the most active and productive when it comes to music. Like oh, this song is sick! And then he immediately goes on his drums to sync with the music or any other instrument he has.

Jazz

🐬 Jade Leech 🐬

Nature: he doesn't seem like the type who listens to music actively

Jazz

Secretly likes Punk rock: His beta design is supposed to be a punk if I remember correctly. And well, he's on the bass, after all.

He probably likes some of what Azul and Floyd likes

🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍

Pop, hip-hop, edm, rap: Considering the blazing jewel Scarabia song and his skill for breakdancing, these are my best assumptions for his music taste.

🌞 Kalim Al'Asim 🌞

Pop, rap: I think that he took some of Jamil's music taste as his own, he tends to join Jamil whenever he dances alone so I think he listens to what Jamil listens to so he can get closer to him (Jamil often just finds it annoying though)

Maybe traditional songs from the scalding sands. He once said that he plays a traditional instrument from the Scalding sands (I forgot which) so I assume that he's more of a guy who likes cultural music.

👑 Vil Schoenheit 👑

Pop

Opera: He once said that he attends opera and theaters with Rook occasionally

Visual kei: This one is referenced from the manga anthology, not sure which one. The one where he suggests the pop music club to wear vkei clothing to get more attention.

Whenever I listen to vkei, I always think of Vil or pomefiore in general.

🏹 Rook Hunt 🏹

He canonically likes opera but I think he'd also like indie. He likes to experiment tho, beauté! 100点.

If Vil or Neige sang in one of their movies before, he would definitely listen to them on repeat. Idk what theatre kids like but yea these are my thoughts.

🍎 Epel Felmier 🍎

Harveston folk songs, I think he said that before but I don't remember.

Enjoys some fast-paced songs while he's having fun on the blastcycle occasionally cuz it's more fitting for the occasion and it gives him more energy on his rides.

This is also cuz I use Epel as my cover for my hardcore playlist on spotify. I'm more of a speedcore and hyperpop epel truther though

💀 Idia Shroud 💀

Game OSTs, hardcore or basically any rhythm game music (I can bet he plays arcaea, cytus, project diva, chunithm, taiko no tatsujin, lanota, D4DJ and other stuff),

Girl idol group songs (canon)

Vocaloid.... Whatever the average otaku likes or sumthin.

🤖 Ortho Shroud 🤖

No preference(?) I mean... Not sure what robots like, he may be a self-aware AI but I just can't think of anything for him.

I like to think he likes things based on what the other people around him like. For example, maybe he likes opera due to Vil's influence or something (I hc that he thinks of Vil like his second older brother)

🐉 Malleus Draconia 🐉

Classical and opera.

"This is what the folks these days like right, no? Hm? That stopped being the current popular music 30 years ago?" ~🐉

He doesn't quite get edm or any techno music.

If I remember correctly, he plays the violin so he tries to hone his skill by listening to classical music.

"This Hatsune Miku you speak of have such marvelous vocals... Hm? A voicebank you say? Care to explain what that is?" ~🐉

⚡ Sebek Zigvolt ⚡

Despite his loud personality, he def likes more calming music like briar valley folk songs cuz of his grandpa. He's a very traditional guy, this is because of being raised in briar valley, a pretty traditional place with a population of long-living fae.

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

Pop: Pop music club, he likes to stay on trend and seeks Cater as help for that

Rock and heavy metal/death metal (canon from his club card story/vignette).

Personal backstory hc: On one of his travels around the mid 1900s, he came across a local indie metal band when it was at its debut and became an og fan of it before it became popular. In a fleeting time-range according to him, rock and metal has become a popular genre in that time period.

I kinda wanna write a fanfic about this now that I came up with this, but I dont have much knowledge on rock or metal so I'm afraid it might be inaccurate. And idk how to write fan fiction in general

💤 Silver Vanrouge 💤

Soft indie

"Silver! the best thing in the world is supporting small indie bands. You will never regret if you try one for yourself." ~🦇

Nature or whatever disney princesses like

Maybe he has tried louder music like rock, metal or whatever Lilia recommends him before as a way to focus on studying without falling asleep but it's just not for him. (Silver's part is mostly abt lilia cuz he just loves his dad)

[ghostzzy]

there is just. no area of my life in which i am feeling fulfilled or successful. and there hasn't been in several years.

[alia-alia12]

𖧹katsuki bakugou x fem reader

𖧹smut; katsuki makes you record him eating you out.

𖧹1.0k

𖧹mdni

“just like that” he says, red eyes glancing at the phone in your hand, the camera pulled up as you zoom in on the way his lips ghost over your cunt. ���make sure you hold it still."

he's scheduled for a two week long mission out of the country and he needs something to tie him over.

you try— really try to keep the camera steady, but the first swipe of his tongue through your slick folds has you gasping, your entire body jolting as the camera tilts upward, catching only the crown of his spiky blonde hair. his tongue is hot, firm, and deliberate as it drags from your entrance to your clit, circling it just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

"fuck," you breathe, scrambling to fix the angle. you bring the phone down, focusing on his sharp jaw and the way it moves as he devours you, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck softly. you can barely suppress the moan that builds in your throat, your head pressing back into the pillow as your chest heaves.

katsuki doesn't let up, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nub with maddening precision. the lewd sounds of his mouth- wet, sticky, and unrelenting-are captured perfectly by the microphone, the obscene audio only adding to your growing arousal.

you’re so lost in the pleasure that you forget what you’re supposed to be doing, letting the phone in your hand drop until nothing but darkness can be seen.

his mouth pulls away with an audible pop, and your hazy eyes snap open at the sudden loss of contact. his brow furrows, a sharp growl rumbling from his chest. "don't make me fucking repeat myself," he snaps, his voice gruff and commanding, but the fire in his gaze betrays just how much he's enjoying watching you squirm.

he reaches up, gripping your wrist with his calloused fingers to guide your hand—and the phone— back to where he wants it. "hold it steady, or i'll make you start all over."

you whimper softly at his words, the threat sending a shiver down your spine. his eyes flash with mischief as he watches you struggle to comply, your hand trembling with the effort to keep the camera on him.

"good," he mutters, dipping his head back down between your thighs. "now don't fuck it up again."

his tongue returns to your clit, flicking and swirling and sucking with a precision that has your thighs threatening to clamp tightly around his head. his blonde hair tickles your inner thighs and the phone shakes slightly.

"katsuki," you moan, your voice high-pitched and breathless. he growls in response, his eyes snapping up to meet yours through the lens of the phone. the intensity in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. you look away.

"look at me," he commands, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. his lips are glistening, his face slick with your arousal as he nips at your inner thigh. "i want you to see this. I want you to remember who makes you fall apart like this when I'm gone."

his possessiveness ignites something inside you, and you nod weakly, barely able to process his words as his tongue returns to its assault. he's ruthless now, his movements faster and more deliberate, his lips and tongue working in tandem to push you closer to the edge. the knot in your stomach tightens, your legs beginning to shake as pleasure consumes you.

he chuckles against your core, the vibrations only adding to the unbearable pleasure. the wet sounds of his mouth working your over are obscene, loud enough to be caught on the recording. you can barely focus on keeping your composure, let alone holding the phone steady.

"you close, baby?" he asks, his voice muffled as he sucks your clit into his mouth. "I can feel you shaking. come on, let it go. let me hear those pretty fucking sounds as you cum on my tongue."

his words are your undoing. your back arches off the bed, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your climax crashes over you. the phone trembles in your hand, your grip faltering as waves of pleasure roll through you. he doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to lap at you, dragging out your orgasm until you're left a trembling, gasping mess.

when he finally pulls away, his lips are curved into a smug grin, face coated in your arousal and he couldn't look happier. "good girl," he praises, his voice low and husky. he takes the phone from your weak grip, tapping the screen to review the footage with a satisfied hum. "this'll keep me entertained while I'm gone."

you collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent, chest heaving as you catch your breath. katsuki sets the phone on the nightstand, crawling up your body until his lips hover over yours. he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, before pulling back just enough to whisper against your mouth.

"don't think we're done yet," he murmurs, his tone dark and teasing. "i've got a whole week to make up for. might as well record me fucking that tight little pussy next."

his words make your breath hitch, and you can't help the shiver that runs through you as he smirks, his hands already roaming your body in preparation for round two.

[copperbadge]

You know, ten years ago I might have looked at what working remotely has done to my daily routine and said it's really fucked me, but this morning I was thinking about it and I think I'm much closer to my natural inclinations than I could have been before.

I woke up around 2am today (after going to bed at 8ish), ate half a hamburger, and made a batch of meringues. I'd planned to make meringues and macaroons this morning before making haroset for the Passover dinner I'm going to, and meringues basically look after themselves -- after 90 minutes in a 200F oven they'll be fine if they stay in the cooling oven a bit, and my oven has a timed-shutoff function, so if I go back to sleep it'll be okay. And now the mixing bowl has time to dry after being washed before I make macaroons.

So you know, yes I'm up at 2am eating breakfast and doing tasks, but I ate breakfast because I was hungry and I got something checked off my to-do list. I got six hours of sleep and could get a few more if I want. ADHD has a known association with sleep dysfunction but usually that means "night owl"; I had to be different so for me that manifests as being an extreme morning person. Ordinarily that would be more of a hindrance than you think, except now nobody is seeing my schedule on the daily.

There's no real problem with being up for the day at 2am if you don't have to pretend to be alert and productive from 8 to 4:30 later that same day. I get more done at work because I can square it all away early and then just babysit email the rest of the day. If you don't have to commute, you don't have to avoid the hell of being 15 hours awake while on the bus home - for perspective, if you normally get up at 7 like a normal person, my 5pm is your 10pm.

When breakfast is at 3am, lunch comes around 10:30 -- which is good if you're supposed to take a dose of meds at 1pm on an empty stomach. I no longer have to take my lunch break all in a chunk either; I can eat lunch at a leisurely pace and still only take 20 minutes, and use the rest of my break time to cook or clean in short increments, or just spend a few minutes playing with the cats.

And my ability to stick to a schedule is better, because I have to enforce it myself...but I also can. No need to mess with alarms I'll likely ignore if I can set my work lamp to turn itself off when it's lunch time. If I have to get up to turn it back on, I might as well fix lunch, after all. No need to worry about finishing early and not being able to go home -- I can just walk away and keep email alerts going on my phone until official quitting time.

If I had to go back to in person office work, I could; I knew how to cope before. But I have to admit I'd be really bitter about it.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jade Leech - Shore Celebrant Voice Lines

Now, time to flip the boat. After all, this is a Trial of Love!

Summon: There were two moray eels in service to the Sea Witch. I will give my all for this traditional ceremony that was formed from one of their tales.

Groovification: According to their story, the two moray eels flipped the boat together, but... It seems I was able to do it all by myself.

Home: Please treat me well.

Swap Looks: I need to fix up my hair.

Home Transition 1: Merfolk who come to land are few and far between, let alone those who choose to marry humans... Heheh, some merfolk truly are eccentric.

Home Transition 2: What would I do if I were to get married on land? In that circumstance, I think I would want to make my entrance on a gondola.

Home Transition 3: The view from atop the highest point in the city was quite lovely... But I believe that it would be an even more spectacular view if I were to look down from atop the cliffs.

Home Transition - Login: I never thought the day would come that I would be able to walk with my own two feet the city I had gazed at from within the waters. I'm sure if my younger self were to learn of this, he would be astounded.

Home Transition - Groovy: I've often been told that I resemble my mother, but that is an utter disservice to her. It will probably still be some time before I can be of any comparison.

Home Tap 1: When we came across the bride and groom in town, Rook-san gave them a hearty congratulations. He spoke with the fervor that rivaled even their closest relatives.

Home Tap 2: I was surprised to see so many thick textbooks come out of Riddle-san's bag. Amazing that he doesn't neglect his studies even while taking a trip...

Home Tap 3: Oh? I feel as though I just saw Malleus-san walking on the ocean waters... I must have been mistaken, yes?

Home Tap 4: My mother's fashion sense is truly lovely. I've never had the chance to see her look like this before, so I had no idea.

Home Tap 5: This formal outfit suits me well? I'm honored by your kind words. I can feel my whole posture straightening while wearing such crisp clothes.

Home Tap - Groovy: That was an utterly fantastic Eternity Float. I would do well to polish my abilities so as to generate an even larger splash next time.

Duo: [JADE]: Let's turn the tides, Riddle-san. [RIDDLE]: I suppose I should try trusting you for once, Jade.

Requested by @clove-noko.

[prettycalla]

|| here for a moment ||

Pairing: Eddie/Reader

Summary: Eddie stays over at your place, and you help him with his hair.

Word count: 1.6k

Tags and warnings: Fluff, established relationship, no use of Y/N.

(Did I have any clue what I was doing when I wrote this? No. Does it make sense? Man, I hope so. Just wanted an excuse to write some fluffy Eddie while I'm working on a Caracalla request.)

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It's a funny sort of domestic routine you've both fallen into.

At this point, Eddie's probably staying at your place more than he is his own. He has his own drawer for his clothes in your bedroom, and his tapes and books are slowly starting to mix in with yours.

Neither of you have been able to brave the talk about moving in together just yet, but you're comfortable and happy with the way things are right now. Why try and fix what isn't broken, right?

You're curled up on the couch one evening with a handful of takeout menus in front of you, trying to decide what to order for dinner. You hear Eddie come out of the bathroom, a wall of steam flooding out behind him. His hair is a tangled, dripping mess hanging over his face as he tries to wrestle his still-wet ass back into his boxers, hopping precariously on one foot.

"Eddie, for Christ's sake," you say with a groan as you catch him from the corner of your eye.

Ever prepared for your boyfriend's antics, you take the pyjamas you'd laid out for him - an old band t-shirt and plaid bottoms - and toss them across the room.

"You're an angel. Thanks, baby," Eddie replies, letting his boxers drop to his ankles as he picks up the clothes laying on the ground.

You roll your eyes. He's gonna be the death of you.

He dresses himself, struggling to push his soaking wet hair out of his face as he heads for your bedroom.

"Do you have a comb or something I can borrow?" he calls. "Never mind, found your brush!"

You immediately scramble after him, snatching the brush out of his hand before he has a chance to put it anywhere near the bird's nest that sits on his head.

"Don't you dare," you grumble, setting it back on the dresser. "You'll break it."

Eddie pulls a face. "Well, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have anything with me," he says.

You grab the sleeve of his T-shirt in reply, pulling him with you as you find a towel and make your way back to the living room. You sit down on the couch, tossing a cushion on the floor in front of you.

"Sit there," you tell him.

He looks at you, confused, but does as you say, settling himself between your legs. You gather up sections of his hair with the towel, gently pressing it in an attempt to soak up some of the water.

"Y'know, it might be easier if you just let me run around outside and shake myself dry," he jokes.

"That's not a bad idea, actually," you reply with a mischievous smile. "I mean you eat and shed like a dog. Should probably make you sleep out there too."

Eddie turns to you, pretending to be offended, and you drop the damp towel over his face. With a strangled yelp, he snatches it away, glaring at you. Or tries to, at least. His hair is all over his face again. You can't help but laugh at him.

"You're so mean," he says, and you can hear the pretend pout in his voice.

You lift the towel again and continue where you left off.

"Oh, I am not," you reply, "Would I be doing this for you if I was so mean, huh?"

You run your fingers along his neck, pulling a laugh from him.

"Huh?" you insist, smiling.

"No, you wouldn't," Eddie relents grouchily. "Because you're perfect. Best thing that's ever happened to me. Happy now?"

He says it a silly, exaggerated voice, and yet you can't help the little breath that hitches in your throat.

"You mean that?" you ask quietly, dropping the pretence of arguing.

Eddie pushes his hair out of his eyes and leans his head back to look up at you, big brown eyes full of sincerity.

"'Course I do," he murmurs. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You lean down to press a kiss to his lips. He kisses you back, and you can feel him smiling against you.

"Except maybe my guitar," he mutters against your mouth, his soft smile quickly turning into a shit-eating grin.

You lightly smack his arm in reply. He just laughs.

"I can just leave you to do this yourself, y'know," you tell him, as if it wasn't your idea to begin with.

"Oh, that's fine," Eddie replies with a nonchalant shrug. "I can take care of it, no problem."

He starts slowly shaking his head back and forth, and your eyes widen.

"Eddie," you warn, "Don't you dare."

You shriek as Eddie violently shakes his head, sending water everywhere. You're off the couch in an instant, tackling him to the ground to make him stop.

"I take it back, you're worse than a dog," you scold.

Eddie doesn't say anything, just looking up at you from the floor.

"What?" you ask, a little nervously.

He always freaks you out when he goes quiet like that.

"Eddie," you try again, chewing at your bottom lip.

Eddie smiles up at you, a slow, lazy smile that brings out his dimples. He shakes his head.

"Nothing," he finally replies. "Just wondering how I got so damn lucky, that's all."

A blush creeps over your face at his words. How does he manage to be both a pain in the ass and the sweetest guy in the world at the same time? You tell him as much, and he dramatically clutches at his chest.

"I'm wounded," he says, straining his voice for effect.

He's a nuisance at the best of times, but you can't help the fondness you have for him. He makes you laugh until you're in tears, listens to you like you're the only person in the world that matters. Makes you feel safe, even at your worst. He's like no one you've ever met.

"Still with me, sweetheart?" he calls softly.

You nod, embarrassed that you were clearly caught staring. Eddie lets his hands wander to the hem of your shirt, tugging at the fabric gently.

"C'mere," he says, his tone uncharacteristically shy all of a sudden.

You frown at him, confused, until he reaches up, pressing his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you down to kiss him. It's soft and slow and everything Eddie lets himself be when he's around you.

You could easily let yourself stay there all night, wrapped up in his arms - if Eddie's hair wasn't currently leaving a slowly spreading puddle across the floor. You reluctantly pull away from him, pressing a little kiss to the tip of his nose as you sit up.

"Come on, get up," you say, as you manage to climb off him and back onto the couch. "I'm not done with you yet."

Eddie just blinks up at you. "I wasn't done with you," he grumbles, eventually dragging himself into a sitting position again.

You bite back a smile, refusing to take the bait as you continue where you left off. Once you're satisfied that you're no longer under threat of being soaked again, you drop the towel on the floor, focusing your efforts on trying to detangle the mess of hair in front of you. You begin prying his curls apart gently with your fingers, taking care to ease out the little knots so as not to hurt him.

Eddie tries to make an effort to look through the takeout menus you'd forgotten about, but after a while, his interest wanders as you work at his hair. He's clearly enjoying the attention, if the little hums escaping him are anything to go by.

“You doing okay down there?” you ask with a little laugh.

“Sweetheart, this is fuckin’ heaven, you know that?” he says lazily.

He sounds as though he’s about to fall asleep, and judging by the way his head is starting to droop, he probably is. You reach around to give him a soft tap on the cheek and he jerks upright again.

"Hey, sleepyhead, don't doze off on me. I'm almost done, okay?" you say gently.

He just grunts in response as he tries to rouse himself. You're not faring much better if you're honest - the repetitive motion of separating his curls, as well as Eddie's weight and warmth against you, is strangely soothing.

Eventually, you've done about as much as you can, and you gently shake Eddie by the shoulder. He lets out a very attractive snort as he jolts out of the doze he'd drifted into.

"All done," you tell him. "Well, it's the best I could do."

Eddie turns around, leaning his arms against your legs.

"What would I do without you?" he asks, smiling up at you.

You lightly squeeze his face between your hands.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" you ask in turn, your tone teasing.

Eddie laughs, gently pulling your hands away from his face to press a kiss to each of them.

"You're on menu duty until I get back, okay?" you tell him.

He gives you a little salute as you grab the towel from the floor and stand up, stretching your back out as you do. Eddie immediately dives for the couch as soon as you're up.

"Aw, babe, you kept my seat warm for me," he teases with a little grin.

You roll your eyes at him as you head to the bathroom. Eddie watches you go before focusing on the very important task you've set him.

“Eddie?" you shout from the bathroom, "Did you use all of my shampoo?!"

If the empty bottle in your hand wasn't proof enough, the loud thump as he falls off the couch in a frantic scramble to get out of your line of fire certainly is.

(banners by @ cafekitsune)

[apomaro-mellow]

steddie falls into porn cliches on accident

Steve was in the middle of washing the conditioner out of his hair, loving the silky smooth feeling and watching the water turn from cloudy to clear as it was all rinsed out. He was ready to start washing his body in earnest now, when he heard the doorbell ring.

For a second, he was ready to just ignore it, thinking it might be a delivery or someone trying to solicit. They could leave whatever they had on the doorstep or keep moving. Then the bell rang a second time and Steve remembered that he was in fact supposed to answer it.

Robin had hired a plumber to fix their sink. She told him they'd be coming between 8 am to noon. Steve had gotten in the shower exactly at eight, thinking surely he had enough time in that window. What kind of plumber showed up this promptly!?

Steve turned the shower off and grabbed the first robe off the hook. It wasn't his, he knew that. But in his defense, Robin wasn't home and he liked to air dry when he could. She could get mad at him later for snagging hers. He tied it hastily, rushing to the door before the plumber left.

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Eddie waited for the door to be answered, checking his watch while he did. Today was his only appointment, so he thought he was doing well by showing up on the early end of the window. He was ready to spout the rehearsed script when the door opened. Good morning, Munson and Son Plumbing. You got a problem with your drain pipe? Well I'm here to fix it. Fun fact, I'm a guitarist, so I'm pretty good with my hands. Anyone you know looking for lessons?

His uncle didn't always like him plugging his side gig, but putting up posters around neighborhoods wasn't quite as successful as actual face time. Then the door fully opened and he got an entire eyeful. A dripping wet god of a man, his modesty just barely preserved in a bath robe. It did nothing to hide his thick, hairy thighs or impressive chest.

"Hi I'm here to handle your pipe!", Eddie blurted out. "I'm mean I'm good with my hands! P...plumbing! I'm the plumber, I'm here for your plumbing."

"Oh, y-yeah, we've been expecting you", Steve tried to close the top of his robe more and that made Eddie self conscious about staring.

Steve introduced himself and Eddie did the same as he was let into the house, somehow not putting his foot in his mouth as he did. Steve took him to the problem sink and Eddie got to work while Steve excused himself.

He went into his room, looking for something presentable only to find it was mostly his stuff for the club. Definitely not appropriate for a plumber visit. Then he remembered why. He had started a load of laundry last night. And when he woke up this morning, putting it in the dryer so it'd be ready once he was done with his shower.

He went to the laundry room to do just that, emptying the contents of the dryer into his hamper, bending over to do so. Once he was done, he'd be able to put together an outfit that didn't make him look like a desperate housewife.

Eddie had just finished tangling with the pipe. It didn't take as long as he had expected but his shirt was drenched now. He listened out for Steve, hoping he was nearby so that he didn't have to call for him, only to hear something...odd.

He followed the sound until he came to an open door and realized what the sounds were - little grunts of effort. Eddie bit his lip, letting logic and reason work themselves out. Steve knew he had someone in the house and the door was wide open so he couldn't be-

Eddie walked through the door and there was Steve, bent over, top half in the dryer, bottom half sticking out. His robe had began to hitch up, revealing just the bottom of that perfect ass.

"Holy shit", Eddie squeaked out.

"Hey? Plumber guy? I know this is awkward but would you mind helping me out? My robe got caught on something and I can't-I can't free myself."

"Um, okay? So should I just...should I just?", Eddie got behind Steve, hands fumbling. Should he adjust the robe or would that be rude?

"Just grab me and pull", Steve said, wriggling around more and stopping when he heard a rip.

"Yeah, okay, yeah I'll just", Eddie grabbed Steve's hips and pulled, to no avail.

"Gonna have to do it a bit harder than that", Steve said. "Here I'll, I'll try and push too."

Eddie swallowed as he pulled again, Steve's hips coming flush with his own and eliciting a gasp from the other man.

"A...again."

Eddie pulled again, harder this time. He had kind of been working with a half chub. The kind Steve had to feel right between his cheeks every time Eddie pulled on him.

Steve gasped with each time their hips came together and it was getting hard to pretend his asshole didn't flutter with each movement.

"Fuck, just fuck me already", Steve whined.

Eddie wasted no time in dropping his pants and rubbing his cock against Steve's ass, precum dripping and Steve still wet from the shower. The tip slipped in with ease and then the rest of him and Steve's hips wouldn't stay still and then he was fucking him oh shit he was fucking him he was fucking a client while on the clock.

Steve's voice sounded goddamn ethereal, echoing inside the tub of the dryer. He was giving as good as he got, pushing back with each thrust and Eddie got to watch his dotted cheeks jiggle with each impact.

Eddie pushed the robe up more, licking his lips as he was rewarded with the sluttiest back arch that he'd ever seen. He wasn't going to last and this Steve guy wasn't either. Eddie came first, one hand on Steve's hip and the other bracing itself on the dryer so that he didn't fall over. Steve's cock spilled into the floor, a mess to be dealt with later.

"Fuck...you really are good at handling pipes", Steve laughed through his panting.

When Eddie left that day, he didn't get Steve's number. But a week later their company got a call about a clogged toilet and specifically requested that Eddie come over, that they only trusted his expertise. This time, Eddie wouldn't let it slip through his fingers. And this time when Steve greeted him in a half open robe, it was on purpose.

[littlelovelunette]

I've been reading your writings and I like the way you write, but at the same time you made me curious about an interaction with Sevika.

What if the character whi falls in love with Sevika is a butch girl a few years younger than her, who has some admiration for her but she didn't think could have some chance with her cuz she looks and acts different than the girls Sevika usually hangs out with

(Plus is Bratty Bottom, but she discover it with Sevika)

"So What If...?"

My first butch4butch content!!!

Contains mentions of sex, drinking, Sevika has several hookups, feminine lesbian stereotypes, butch!mechanic!r, gambling, Sevika fucks another girl before r, throat fingering, mean!Sevika, daddy kink, cliff hanger leading into next part

When you were seated at the usual table you took at the Last Drop, you could see Sevika clearly from your peripheral vision.

You had been admiring her from afar for a while now but never were able to bring up enough courage to actually go speak to her. With a deep sigh, you took a sip of your drink, downing it with one go before slamming the glass on the counter, “Another,” you said, despite knowing better yourself.

One of Sevika's fuckdolls, Vicky, seemed to be getting so comfortable as she settled herself on Sevika's lap. She grinded down, clothed cunt rubbing against Sevika's thigh as the older woman smoked her cigarette and played an intense game of poker.

“Oh, come on, daddy, let's ditch this,” she said in a honeyed voice making you shiver. She went on, “Let's get out of here and maybe… you and I…” she hooked a finger against Sevika's collar.

Wow. Just wow.

Sevika flat out ignored her, you snorted a laugh and picked your refilled drink, “What a fuckin’ slut,” you said to yourself as you watched the girl continue grinding herself on Sevika as if desperate to get off.

Sevika didn't seem to care much, “Cut it out.” She said with a harsh slap of her flesh hand against the slut’s butt. You took another sip, eyebrows raised at the scene.

There was no way Sevika would date you. She only dated feminine women so far and hooked up with women who were the type to be a pretty little housewife for her if asked to be. You? Nah, you weren't even close.

You lived alone in a remote area of Zaun in a small apartment with a garage which you used as a mechanic shop. You ran it all on your own since your parents died and that came with a rough lifestyle. Your muscles weren't as big as Sevika's maybe but they were quite the show when you wanted to impress soft little pillow princesses. But that wasn't what you were after.

What you were after was a strong, responsible woman like Sevika.

You were forced out of your thoughts when Vicky let out a high pitched moan when Sevika shoved her flesh fingers down her throat, “Goodness, why the fuck are you so cranky today?”

She questioned, moving her thigh in a way that Vicky's clit rubbed against her hip bone. “Please, daddy, you've been edging me all week, please, I'll be good,” Vicky whispered but it wasn't much help. Sevika only seemed to give her an eye roll, “Maybe you should've thought of that before you decided to tinker ‘round with my mech arm,” Sevika said, letting her cybernetic fingers flex as if to emphasize her point.

“What’d she do?” One of the men questioned.

“Fucked with something and wasted atleast five vials worth of Shimmer.” Sevika grumbled, curling her fingers down Vicky’s throat.

No, you weren't as dumb as that bitch but you would intentionally tick Sevika off so she did the same to you.

Sevika pulled her fingers out with a squelch issuing from Vicky's throat which almost sounded painful, she whimpered, “I said I'm sorry,” Vicky said in that same bimbo tone she always used.

“Shut it, you messed up the entire Shimmer tank and now I can't fix it back up, how the fuck am I supposed to protect Silco or myself when attacked, hmmm?”

Sevika snapped, putting her cards down loudly. Vicky pouted out her bottom lip, clearly not taking it seriously, “But daddy—” that was it for Sevika.

She pushed Vicky off her lap, she landed on the floor on her ass. Vicky stared at Sevika as if she'd grown two heads.

“What's wrong with you!?” She screeched.

Sevika placed her boot on Vicky's crotch, still seated, “Don't make me fuck you in front of all these patrons.” Sevika said, her voice an octave deeper and my goodness, did she sound hot.

You swallowed nothing, just your own spit, as you continued staring at the scene. Sevika pressed her boot harder making Vicky whimper, “I'll go, I'll go!”

Vicky sniffled as she shoved her skirt back in place, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. Sevika laughed, a deep throaty sound as she grabbed the cards back up, shuffling them.

“Whores, I swear,” she said as she shuffled the cards without a damn in the world. You got up, put your drink down on the bar table and threw some coins onto the wooden table surface to cover your tab.

“See ya,” you told the friendly bartender who waved goodbye to you as well.

As you made your way to the exit, you heard one of the henchmen call after you, “Wait, you're a mechanic, no?”

You looked back, eyebrows furrowed,

“Yeah. Why? What's up?”

Sevika looked up, too, stubbing her cigarette out.

“Could she fix your arm?” The man asked Sevika who looked skeptical for a moment, “She could try,” Sevika said before adding, “If she wants.”

The world seemed to stop around you and you were at a loss of words. You walked to Sevika's table and halted in front of her to give her your response, but the words didn't come out. So instead, you took a pen from the table where she was drawing fix-up blueprints, and scribbled the address of your garage-shop onto the corner of the notebook.

“Meet you there…” you said, throat suddenly as dry as a desert.

“See you soon, pretty,” Sevika said in a stoic tone but the word ‘pretty’ just seemed to roll off naturally.

You mumbled, “I'm sure you tell all the girls that,” before you straightened up, biceps flexing. You walked out. Then you thought back to what you said and you felt the heat creeping up to your cheeks. You sort of busted your cover already…

When Sevika knocked on the garage door to get your attention, you were already fixing something. You dropped the screwdriver at the sudden sound, reaching for your gun but then saw that it was just Sevika. You let out a shuddering breath, “Scared me,” you said.

Sevika laughed softly and walked into the garage, putting the cloth covered mechanical arm onto your workbench. You looked at it, then back at her, “What's wrong with it?” You asked, tentatively holding the cybernetic arm and turning it in your calloused hands to assess whatever damage might've been inflicted.

“The Shimmer tank’s all messed up after that bitch tinkered with it,” Sevika grumbled, slumping down into a chair next to you, the chair groaning under her weight when she shifted to rest her elbows against her knees.

“Ah…” you nodded in acknowledgement as you picked up your screwdriver again to take the Shimmer tank apart, you needed to get a more in-depth view before you could suggest changes or replacements of parts. “Shit... she really did a number on this.”

Unscrewing the side panel, you peeled it back carefully, revealing the inner components. Some of the pressure regulators were off-center, and a cracked valve near the base had been letting Shimmer escape back into the arm’s inner wiring, probably frying sensitive circuitry over time. “Okay, first off,” you muttered, not looking up from your work, “She turned the regulator dial way past the redline. That’s why it’s leaking—it couldn’t handle the pressure. Lucky it didn’t combust.”

You wiped your hands on a rag before reaching for your toolkit. From it, you grabbed: A mini-torch to seal the microfracture after removing the broken part. A fresh valve. A new stabilizing ring for the Shimmer tank. Copper wiring to re-route fried connections.

You unhooked the old valve, careful not to spill the remaining Shimmer. “Gotta drain the tank next,” you murmured. “This shit’s volatile when exposed to air.” You worked with practiced efficiency, draining the tank into a reinforced container before torch-sealing the cracked line, fitting in the new valve, and securing the tank with the new stabilizing ring.

Once that was done, you replaced the fried copper wiring with fresh lines, soldering them into place. You hooked the Shimmer tank back in, calibrating it with a few clicks of a diagnostic tool you’d built yourself. The arm lit up again, that cool purple glow returning—smoother, steadier. You flexed the mechanical hand once to test it. “There. Fixed your girl.”

Sevika watched you, face unreadable, but you felt her eyes on your arms, the grease across your collarbone, and the smug grin you couldn’t help but flash when you added, “I charge extra if you break it again ‘cause some brat was trying to make you cum.”

She leaned back with a deep chuckle, grey eyes glinting. “Fair…” she paused before adding.

“But what if said brat was you?”

Taglist: @shanesevikasfuckdoll (aka my inspo <333) @lmaoo-spiderman @trvpstvrkai @leguitarsxxr @sevi-kas01

Part 2?

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Waywren Truesong behind the cut, who asked for either Timkon or Timberkon and interdimensional shenanigans and is getting “weird amnesia Timberkon”.  (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Yeah, Bernard very much needs to actually do something here, if he’s legitimately the only person that Superboy’s found who even remembers he goddamn exists. But he also doesn’t exactly have the kind of connections that Tim would, or that Superboy should, so like . . . trying to convince the guy to take the credit card and trying to convince him to eat are still the only things that are coming to mind so far. 

“Super-speed, right? So if you need somewhere to crash between, uh . . . whatever you’re looking into right now or whatever, you can hit me up whenever,” he tries, because he has no damn idea what else to offer. Like–his couch is not exactly a big offer, but at least he could make sure Superboy actually eats that way. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Superboy says into his hands, his voice still all choked-up in a way that physically hurts to hear. “I–I couldn’t find anybody I’d usually ask, except for the ones who–who the fuck could I even ask? What am I even supposed to say, ‘hey, I realize this is gonna sound insane and also don’t worry about whose DNA I have in me or whatever, but like, can you do me a solid and fix reality for me?’ Who the fuck even would I ask?” 

“I honestly have no idea whose weight class that would even be,” Bernard admits with a grimace. “Justice League, I guess? Like, probably the Justice League, right? Maybe the Titans, I guess, they’ve got Raven over there, she might be able to do something.” 

“I tried to talk to Raven,” Superboy says. “I don’t think she could see me.” 

“What?” Bernard startles a little, then stares at him. Superboy drops his head lower and digs his fingers into his scalp. 

“I tried to talk to Raven,” he repeats roughly. “Took me two fuckin’ weeks to even find her, but I tried. She didn’t even, like, look at me. Her heart rate didn’t change, her eyes didn’t even refocus–she like, literally did not even know I was there. So you know, that was fucking terrifying or whatever. I don’t even know if it was because of the reality fuckup or if I’m actually just, like, some fake fucking thing and she could see right through me and maybe I'm not even real, maybe I’m literally just some bullshit trick or trap or stupid fucking–” 

“One time I heard you disassembled every gun in LA at once,” Bernard cuts in quick, and Superboy drops his arms to the table and drops his face into them with a sob so hard that it makes Bernard’s throat hurt. “You used to run with this group called the Ravers, and you started up Young Justice with Robin and Impulse. You guys had a bike you called the Super-Cycle, I dunno if you won the coin flip there or what, kinda just always assumed?” 

“That was just its name,” Superboy says, and then lets out a sobbed, cracked laugh. “Imp was so fucking annoyed. It liked him and Rob better anyway, though. And then Slobo.” 

“Was that the guy who looked like a mini-me version of that Lobo dude and desperately needed to eat his Wheaties?” Bernard asks, frowning briefly to himself, and Superboy laughs again, or sobs again, and Bernard is uncomfortably aware of just how much he can not tell the difference. 

“He was sick,” Superboy croaks. “Genetically–like, flawed, or whatever. Degrading. S’why he looked like that. Stopped, like–developing or whatever. Otherwise he’d have been Lobo. Like–if he’d survived all the other ones trying to kill him, anyway, it was–he was just sick. I don’t think he even existed here, though. Didn’t find anything about him when I looked. Not sure if Empress or Secret exist here either, but like, maybe Secret’s just still in some shitty DEO lab or something or on Apokolips or–I don’t know. Nobody remembers me and I can’t even find half of them and even Superman–I don’t know what I’m doing, man. I don’t know how to explain myself without sounding like a fucking supervillain plot or what the fuck ever and I don’t know how to make anybody even believe me and if they–if they don’t believe me–I don’t know what I’m gonna do, if I try to explain and they just don’t believe me.” 

“Oh,” Bernard says, feeling that nauseous knotting sensation in his stomach get a whole lot worse. That . . . does not sound like the way a mentally-healthy person would be talking right now, no. Like not even a little bit does it sound like the way a mentally-healthy person would be talking right now. 

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” Superboy chokes again, fisting a hand in his hair so tight his knuckles whiten. It’s pretty much the only thing in the entire shop he could grip that tight, Bernard’s gonna bet, because if Superboy is gripping something tight enough to make his knuckles white . . . 

“You’re gonna take my credit card and go get some lunch or at least a friggin’ snack or something,” Bernard replies as matter-of-factly as he can while he feels this friggin’ useless, digging his wallet back out to rifle through it for a spare receipt or piece of scrap paper or something. He never cleans the thing out enough anyway, there’s gotta be something he can use somewhere in the mess of old rewards cards and punch cards and ticket stubs and whatever. Though actually the ticket stubs’d probably work if he can find one with enough empty space on it, so like–fucking there they go, he thinks as he turns up a folded-up index card that he’d scribbled a grocery list on a couple weeks ago. He fishes it out and shakes it open, then digs through his pockets ‘til he finds a pen and scribbles his address and his apartment building’s door code down on the back of it as he just as matter-of-factly continues: “And then you’re gonna crash at my place, at least for tonight. I’ve got class ‘til six but I’m assuming the TTK can handle a basic civvie-level lock if I’m not back by the time you get there, so just let yourself in if you gotta.” 

“I seriously don’t get you, man,” Superboy says helplessly, his head still down and fist just as white-knuckle tight in his hair. “I just–why do you even give a fuck where I’m sleeping, much less if I’m fucking eating enough?” 

“I mean, this is maybe unfair of me to say or whatever, but I think Tim would literally never forgive me if I did not,” Bernard says, because he not only thinks that, he just straight-up knows it. “Like, if he were currently operating with all the relevant information, obviously. Also probably Wonder Girl and Impulse would hold grudges, and I am not brave enough to risk incurring the wrath of a chick who rolls with literal Amazons or a guy who could dump me in the Alaskan wilderness on a whim without even needing to block out a full minute of his day to find the time to do it.” 

“They literally do not even remember I exist,” Superboy says helplessly into the table. 

“I really feel like you’re underselling how objectively insane you guys all are when you’re rolling together,” Bernard replies frankly, then peels the index card back up off the table and sticks it in the rolled-up cuff of one of Superboy’s sleeves, due to a lack of pocket-reachability at the moment. Whatever, TTK; it’s not like Superboy’s gonna drop it or whatever. “Because you were all clearly objectively insane, so like–congrats on surviving to adulthood, I guess? Honestly very impressive any of you managed it, considering, much less all four.” 

“Technically I didn’t,” Superboy mutters. “And Impulse only did because of, like, weird Speed-Force aging shit.” 

“If it didn’t stick it doesn’t count,” Bernard lies, putting on a dismissive expression and waving him off. “So really you’re all killing it, far as I’m concerned.” 

Superboy sobs again, or laughs again. Bernard really, really wishes he could tell the difference either way.

[sdmnpact]

Hello I don’t know if you’re takeing requests right now but I was wondering if you can write a George Clarke doc x reader where it’s based off the song toxic by Britney Spears thank you

Toxic.

George Clarke x Reader ff, suggestive

♪ Now Playing: Toxic by Britney Spears ♪

[] George is a player who sleeps around with girls. You are the naive girl who fell in love with the player. You know how he is but you just want him so badly, you don't care. He's toxic but yet so addictive.

[] au because its George Clarke.

[] Warning: over the pants stuff

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic? And I love what you do Don't you know that you're toxic?

~~~

"Three shots of vodka please!" Stacy told the bar tender as they nodded putting three shots in from of us.

I was at the club with my best friends Stacy and Margaret, and we had planned on getting very pissed. Stacy wanted to celebrate her promotion at work with a little girls night. She really wanted us to go all out. Her boyfriend said he would pick us up later so we were set to drink like it was nothing.

"Cheers." She said as the three of us rose the shot glasses in the air and downed it. The strong alcohol hitting the back of my throat causing a burning sensation.

"Okay, lets dance!" Stacy said walking towards the dance floor pulling on our arms. We made our way, the rhythm taking control of my body as I began swaying to the music.

>>>

After an hour, we were pretty buzzed and having such an amazing time. That was until I saw him. George Clarke.

The man that was suppose to be a simple fling. Just a one time thing, no big deal. Well, I kept going back like an idiot. Every time I would see him or get needy, he was the one I called. It's really stupid because, I know he sleeps around, he has a new girl basically every week. But, I literally can't get him out of my head. He's irresistible, he makes me feel so special. He treats me like a queen and I've never been able to find someone else like that. That's probably how he pulls so many girls.

I was deep in my thoughts, swaying to the music and I guess I kept staring at him because his eyes met mine. Piercing blue orbs staring into mine as he made his way towards me. I shouldn't do this, but I want to so badly. It would be a mistake to do anything with him again.

"Hey lovely." That familiar sweet voice spoke above the music. "Hey, how've you been?" I responded back hoping he came just to say hello. He leaned closer into my ear. "Not as good since I've last been with you." His voice spoke as softly as it could over the music. I trembled slightly at his words. "I can't." I said looking over towards Stacy and Mar.

"Oh come on darling, just a taste is all. It won't kill you." His words made my brain fog and the next thing I knew, I was being led towards his car. It's not like I was blackout drunk or anything either. I knew what I was doing and I still couldn't resist. '-just a taste', I need him so bad.

We got inside his car and I felt myself immediately latch onto him like he was the fix I needed after days without it. I placed my lips on his soft, plump ones. The ones I craved so badly, the ones that made my legs go weak, the ones that made me lose all of my common sense.

He pulled me on top of him so I was straddling him as we kissed roughly, both desperate for more of each other. His hands were on my lower back, slowly making their way underneath my shirt. I gasped at the cold sensation of his hands as they made contact with my skin. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth trying to explore more of me.

My hands moved to the back of his neck, bringing him closer to me, our bodies molding together as our kiss became more intense. I felt the growing tent in his pants beneath me, letting me know he wanted more. I slowly started grinding against him.

He grunted against the kiss struggling to keep dominance allowing me to take over. I increased my pace as his grunts turned into loud moans.

His hands pierced into my hips as he wanted to be inside me desperately. I kept grinding against him, his head tilting back as I could tell he was about close.

My hips bucked as I feel warmth beneath me. "Fuck, Y/n, you always know just what I need." He laugh breathing heavily. "Im gonna have to go home now and clean up this mess... unless you wanna clean it?" He said as I crawled off him, sitting next to him.

Now, I know I shouldn't go with him but I can't help myself. "Sure." I said as he leaned in to kiss my lips.

"Let's go then baby."

[fatliberation]

Sorry for leaving this in your inbox, but I need to vent and ask for advice in a place where people won't mock me. What do you do when sex is super difficult because of your fat? I've recently gotten into my first relationship and. I thought I had a handle on my internalized fatphobia and self hate but this has made it worse than ever. We can't have satisfying penetrative sex (we've tried all the tips and workarounds. Nothing works. I'm larger than most of the FA community.), and recieving oral sex is also difficult for me. I also get tired and sweaty extremely quickly if I have to like hold up myself on mostly my arms or something, so he has to do most of the work. So sex is just. Mostly the one that works on repeat, and we don't have it very often because it isn't that fun for either of us, and it also makes me cry afterwards sometimes because of how disappointing it is & me beating myself up over it.

I'm genuinely worried my boyfriend is going to leave me for this. He's clearly very frustrated with the situation, even though he tries to be nice about it most of the time. Earlier today I tried to like be flirty and hint at stuff and he just. got a bit sad. and then said that clearly neither of us enjoy the sex we're having and that he has a lot of trouble staying hard.and that he doesn't see the point when we're both forcing it for no reason. I think he's going to break up with me soon. His ex is way lighter than me, so he's probably comparing the normal sex he had with her with whatever the fuck this abnormal shitshow is :/

All the work I've done on myself to be happy with being fat (including working up the courage to date, what a mistake that was lmao) is all gone. This has ruined my self-esteem so much. I feel like one of those fatphobic jokes but a person.

first and foremost, please try your best to remember this: your body is not the problem. one more time. your body is not the problem. I'm so very sorry you're concerned that your boyfriend would leave you over this. it sounds like he has a lot of preconceived ideas about how sex is supposed to go. I promise you that it doesn't have to be this way. if this is something that could really end the relationship, know that this person is not compatible or open to exploring your needs, rather than your needs being "too difficult." I promise it's him, not you. I know folks who are 600+ pounds who have excellent sex lives and partners who satisfy them and enjoy satisfying them. when someone starts treating your pleasure like a chore, that's just shitty. I know how much it hurts. it also does damage to your own openness to pleasure. when you're caught up in feeling like sex/your body is something that needs to be "fixed," nothing is going to feel sexy, because all that pressure puts stress on and takes you out of the mental state where you're able to experience pleasure. does that make sense? so many couples get stuck in this cycle.

there are so many ways to engage in pleasure without penetration or orgasm. there's a lot that goes into foreplay, setting a mood, making your partner feel appreciated and attractive. words and touch play a huge part in this. something as simple as exploring each other's bodies, not with the intention of reaching climax, but simply to be vulnerable and engage each others' senses. have your partner give you a massage. play with your hair. tickle your back with a feather. shower together. kiss you. compliment you. if either of you are into any kinks or dirty talk, that could be a great way to engage each other sexually without the pressure of "achieving" a goal. the goal here is just to feel good, close, and connected. societal messaging about sex has placed so much importance on orgasm instead of pleasure - when taking the time and space to relax and receive attention, is key.

feel free to check out my other posts on fat sex ed, there's lots of assistive toys that can make pleasure more accessible, but I think that should be a tool for later, since the biggest issue here is the pressure to perform. know that pleasurable sex can exist for you! but for now, I would recommend taking a break from sex altogether since it is not pleasurable for you right now. because pleasure is the whole point. forcing it is only going to feel worse. you do not owe it to your boyfriend, especially if it doesn't feel good and is taking an emotional toll. I hope you both are able to take a step back, reassess and communicate, and are able to reconnect and create a safe space to explore.

I understand why you're beating yourself up over this, I've been there too. but also know that it's just another societal standard that's been internalized (and it doesn't sound like your boyfriend is helping). like you said, you've done a lot to unlearn fatphobia. there's a lot of internalized beliefs we absorb from society surrounding sex, just like body image. I promise that there is nothing wrong with you. If your boyfriend takes his frustration out on you instead of making you feel safe to express your needs, then he's not a supportive partner. you deserve someone who takes delight in your pleasure and your body. believe me, we're out there.

[daytaker]

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Lucifer

*Looking up from the mountain of actually important paperwork he's trying to get through right now.* "No, probably not."

Worm Love Scale: 2 / 10 ██▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

Leave him alone, honestly. He's dealing with enough bullshit right now without your stupid meme questions.

Mammon

"Hell yeah I'd love ya if you were a worm! I'd carry ya 'round in my pocket or something! Haha! I mean... like... Not permanently though, right?"

Worm Love Scale: 6 / 10 ██████▒▒▒▒▒▒

Like, you're just talkin' about a hypothetical situation where Solomon does somethin' stupid and ya turn into a worm temporarily, and we fix it, and you change back into a person! ...Right?

Leviathan

*Blushing...* "...I'd probably love you a little more if you were a worm..."

Worm Love Scale: 9 / 10 ██████████▒▒

Worms are just...really cute, okay? You wouldn't understand.

Satan

"I think I love you a little less just for asking me that."

Worm Love Scale: 1 / 10 █▒▒▒▒▒▒▒���▒▒▒▒▒

Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers, bitch.

Asmodeus

"Ummmmm... Could I see a picture of the worm first?"

Worm Love Scale: 3 / 10 ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

He'd feel bad saying 'no', but... Eugh... Worms are not cute...

Beelzebub

"Yeah."

Worm Love Scale: 7 / 10 ███████▒▒▒▒

Sure he would. Beel would love you no matter what.

Belphegor

"Probably not... You can't really cuddle with a worm..."

Worm Love Scale: 2 / 10 ██▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

Slimy and cold and not very cuddly... There are obvious downsides in worm physiology.

Diavolo

"What an interesting question. On one hand, I think I prefer how you look in your current state, but when I think about it, it would be very convenient to be able to carry you from place to place if you were worm-sized. We could spend so much more time together, hahaha!"

Worm Love Scale: 7 / 10 ███████▒▒▒▒▒

The demon lord is nothing if not flexible. He'd probably be able to figure something out to benefit everyone.

Barbatos

"I can't say I'm overly fond of worms."

Worm Love Scale: 2 / 10 ██▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

Better than a rat, though.

Solomon

"Oh, my dear apprentice. You should know by now that no horrific transfiguration could dampen my affection for you."

Worm Love Scale: 8 / 10 ████████▒▒▒

Yeah, just try and shake him off with a little worm transformation. See how that goes for you.

Simeon

"What a strange question. I suppose that would depend on a few factors! Would we have met in our current bodies first? I have trouble envisioning myself coming to love a worm I'd only ever known in its worm form..."

Worm Love Scale: 5 / 10 █████▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

You can't just ask a question like that without any context.

Luke

"Ew! Er... I mean, Father says to love all creatures, but..."

Worm Love Scale: 3 / 10 ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

He'd really rather not....

[moonstruckme]

could i request Scamander!Reader x Remus Lupin? Maybe they have been going on dates for a few months but turns out she knew he was a werewolf? She just didn't say anything cause she wanted to wait for him to tell her, but after a full moon, Remus got hurt like really really bad so when he wakes up the next morning he is at nursing and the reader is helping with his wounds (cause she's an scamander so she obviously should now how to fix werewolfs wounds fr)

and remus kinda freaks out because she isn't supposed to be there and starts trying to make excuses about his wounds

Thanks for requesting! I'm not a Scamander myself hehe so I had to look up some werewolf stuff but I hope this is alright :)

Remus Lupin x Scamander!reader ♡ 653 words

Remus wakes feeling like he always does after a full moon: exhausted, groggy, and so, so sore. From the brightness against his eyelids and the sounds around him, he knows he's in the infirmary. It's not uncommon, and as humiliating as the whole ordeal can be, he's glad to have Madam Pomfrey to care for him as he heals from the previous night's...events.

But when he opens his eyes, it's not Madam Pomfrey that sits at his bedside, applying some sort of paste to the gouge across his ribcage.

He must inhale or twitch in his surprise, because your attention turns to his face, your hands stilling.

"You're awake," you say, looking at Remus with eyes full of kindness and sympathy. He feels like he might vomit. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," he says, too sharply, and hurt flashes across your features. Remus' heart is pounding, but he forces himself to take a breath, muzzling his panic. Still, his voice trembles slightly as he asks, "Y/N, love, what are you doing here?"

You smile softly, and Remus knows he's forgiven. "I knew there was some dittany in the greenhouse, so I thought I'd bring some to help heal you."

"I..." Why weren't you asking more questions? You and Remus had only been dating for a few months, and you'd yet to see him in the aftermath of a transformation. He hadn't had to lie to you yet, to make up excuses for why he missed days of class every month and reappeared with new scars. "I was out with Sirius and James last night, and we got fairly wasted." He forces what he hopes is a sheepish grin, though it doesn't feel very convincing. "I took a tumble down a hill, and well..." he gestures to his torn-up torso, shrugging as if it's just further evidence of he and his friends' foolishness.

"Remus," you say, and the nausea is back, your tone far too knowing for Remus' liking, "honey, it's okay. I wanted you to be able to tell me in your own time, but after last night..." You pause, your face pinching in distress as your eyes run over his wounds, ugly and oozing. "I couldn't just not help anymore. I'm sorry."

Remus' stomach is really roiling now, his entire body caught between fight and flight as he reckons with the shock of your admission and his bafflement at your composure. "You knew?" His voice comes out accusatory, but he can hardly muster the energy to correct it. "For how long?"

"I mean, it took me a couple weeks of getting to know you to figure it out." You shrug, going back to gently pressing the dittany to his wounds. "But really, Remus, it doesn't matter to me. I only care about being able to be there for you, to help."

A couple weeks, it'd taken you to learn his secret. So you'd known for months, while Remus had fretted over hiding his headaches from you and worrying that you'd eventually see him just like this, and now here you were. Remus takes a moment to look at you, the tenderness with which you touch him, careful to avoid hurting him further, the patience in your eyes as you wait for his response.

"You really aren't afraid?" he asks. Despite years of sharing all of himself with James and Sirius, Remus finds himself nearly unable to trust it. "Disgusted? Angry with me?"

The look you give him borders on offence, though there's still that same gentle sympathy in your eyes. "Merlin, Remus, of course not. I know it can't be easy for you, and I wouldn't expect you to tell me before you're ready. It's just...another part of you." You smile a bit, and Remus can't help but return it, bewildered and feeling very much on the precipice of falling in love. "And I like all of you, so there."

[dreams-of-me]

All Aflame

Reiner x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Military!Reiner, Engagement, deep penetration, vaginal penetration, creampie, AFAB Reader, Angst.

This will probably be part 1 of two in this series because i have to write him coming back from war and the news you have to share with him. Its super long but it felt so good to write again. please enjoy and more to cum!

It's been 3 years since his discharge. He’s Reiner but he's different. Like he's in a dream, i can't put my finger on it specifically but it feels like he's.. Lit up. In a negative way. Like smoke inhalation. Like he's burning, and I don't know how to fix it. I'm scared I'm losing him and I fear that he won't be able to handle the news I have to share with him. 

When we met, I was 18 and fresh out of Basic training. He was 20 out of basic but we were different. He knew college wasn't for him and he knew that he loved his country enough to serve during a war. He was alive then, quiet, stern, but once he was out of his shell he was a whole new person. Still steady and reliable and strong but funny and free. Although still holding himself back for some reason. Nonetheless, I fell in love with him. It was so filling and consuming much like a flame. He was what I needed, the solid ground to my sky. Because I knew where I came from, he was here by choice and I was here because I had no other place to go. It was the army or sell myself and I knew that was the ultimate and final choice. Throughout basic he helped me and taught me and I cared for him, even in the barracks it was limited access that I yearned for almost every day and when we graduated and no one came to tap me out, he did. His family came for him and he came for me. I embraced him for what felt like forever and at the end of the embrace he got down on one knee with the stone he clutched while running to me. 

“Marry Me.”

“Reiner… yes.”

In that instant everything faded and we were in bliss. He was almost completely free. Before we got stationed we got a place together and lived like newly weds even though we hadn't even started planning the glamorous and fabulous wedding his parents, more specifically his mother, wanted. We were content in our little bubble. We were happy. 

He was leaning on the wall by the kitchen with his arms crossed. Light grey sweatpants with his calvin klein underwear showing slightly at the top. No shirt, his chest and abs completely exposed. His hair was a mess and the stubble from his beard was finally beginning to grow in a subtle way that makes you want to rub your face against it. He watched me for a while before speaking. 

“What am i going to do with you”

“Reiner please, all did was make dinner”

“Yes, but youre supposed to be in bed with me. What is a world where I wake up and I don't find you next to me.”

“Hahaha honey please, just come eat.”

“I’ll do it but not because you told me to.”

He sat at the table that his body made look small in the corner of the living room. Laid back with his arms loosely crossed watching me as it set everything out for him. 

“I gotta put a baby in you if you keep feeding me like this.”

“Oh boy this again. Just eat.”

The food was still steaming, a white rice that seemed to glow under the light above the table, a cucumber salad, teriyaki chicken, and beef strips. He ate a ton but it all went to his frame and thank god for it. I’m tall for a woman, but he still towers over me in a way that makes me feel small. He envelopes me in his warmth in the best way. I looked up at him eating slowly but gleefully and smiled. We engaged in small talk over the food. 

“You know, they're never going to deploy us to the same place.” “Even if that's true, it won't mean anything.”

“Reiner are you sure because if we’re deployed and we get back and have to break-”

“That wouldn't even happen in your dreams.” “I'm just saying, people change.” “In the year and 6 months that you’ve known me have I changed?”

“No.. but that not a comparable amount of time” “You're right it's less.” He put his fork down and held my hand, caressing the ring he placed there. “You're mine, and I'm yours, and it will be that way even in 50 years. No amount of time, distance, or trauma will change my love for you. Okay?”

“Alright.”

“Good.”

“So how’s your mom” “I wont answer that because i know you don't really care”

“Hehe, I'm glad you know me so well.”

We were happiest in each other's presence, we hadn't left the apartment in days knowing that next week we would be apart for months. Sleep, eating, showering, all of it and more, always together, inseparable. 

He washed over me like sunlight and I accepted every ray. We layed in bed again and he layed on my stomach grasping me as if I was trying to leave. Entangled in each other, I caressed his hair with another hand drawing circles along his bicep that held me down. 

“Ya know, when we leave next we-”

“Please stop, stop bringing it up just… just lay here with me a little longer.” 

“If we can't ignore it forever, it's going to happen.” 

“I know, but I don't want to think about it right now.” 

“If not now then when”

“After you finish for me… the third time.”

“What?”

He was finding his way to my core. Kissing me sucking on my thighs. Making me exhale shakily when he started to pull my shorts off. 

“Ri.. you're stalling.”

“One of many things you know I'm good at.”

“Ah- a well trained soldier indeed.”

He closed his lips around my clit, suckling and licking all over shooting waves of pleasure all through me. It was his way of taking control for once. Letting him do all the work was the only thing he asked for when we made love. 

He left my core a soaking wet mess as he trailed more kisses up my body, slowly lifting my extremely large t-shirt that is actually his, up and exposing my chest. He closed on the opportunity to suck on my nipples just as gleefully as he did my more. 

“Mmm Ri, if you're going to rile me up at least give me what the first time around.”

“You're so right, round one always goes to you just like in basic.”

He slid back down, beginning to ravish me just how I liked it. Sucking on my puffy red clit and drawing circles with his thumb when he isn't using his mouth. He was large enough to sit on his knees and lift my lower half to his face. Finishing his meal, he let me cry out his name a few times before using two fingers from his free hand to curl into me while his mouth did the rest of the work. I convulsed into his mouth gasping as I came all over his face. His stubble looked so good when it was wet. 

“My turn,” He said in a low voice.

He set me down, kissed my tummy and flipped me over. He was slow and decisive with his movements. Using his hands to feel all over my body, taking the time to slap by ass with a force that made me moan. He pulled me up so that I was on all fours. He spread me, taking the view in of my soaked sex and although i couldn't see him i just knew that he was biting his lip. It made me want him even more. He moved to his sweatpants and underwear. Letting them get below his mid thigh, almost to his knee. He pushed the tip in letting himself take in the heat and slick that he created. 

“How do you want it baby?”

“However will make you miss me the most when we're done.”

“Jesus.”

He pushed into me slowly making me moan his name. He stayed there for a moment. His hands caressing my body and finding my hips. I still hadn't known what he chose. What would make me miss the most? Then he tightened his grip on my hips and stroked nicely and slowly. The feeling made me gasp as he passed the best spots inside me. 

“Oh god Ri.”

“I gave you the option to choose didn't I?”

He was slow but precise in his movements. Making sure he hit my favorite spots every time he stoked but still slow enough to keep me wanting more every time he pulled back. I loved the way he filled me up so slowly that I could feel my insides stretching around him. He sped up a little and I knew he was close. But he maintains the diligent strokes he started with. 

“Fuck.”

“Ri, I need ah- I need more.”

He grunted a response and let a hand fall from my right hip to my clit once again. He maintained his speed and rubbed me slowly but I was already so close to cumming around him. I arched my back and pushed back. 

“Give it all to me baby.”

He thrusted hard and slow and rubbed me quickly. I was creaming all over him and filling me up. He pulled out slowly making me shudder as I collapsed face first into the bed. I was catching my breath when I felt him standing over me. 

“One more.”

“Huh.”

He picked me up, hooking my knees with his arms and letting my still wet core rub against his abs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shuddered again. 

He looked at me, eyes low. He licked his lips, signaling for me to kiss him. And I did. Entrapped his lips in mine as he walked towards the closet knowing there would be mirrors for both of us to watch everything going on. I was still kissing him when lifted me up slightly, gliding me onto his dick. I threw my head back in pleasure and moaned.

“Ahh yess Ri.”

“Talk to me baby.”

He let that be his cue to use me as a fleshlight. Pounding in and out of me one moment and stroking slowly into me the next. He gripped the hell out of my ass and I was sure it would leave a mark in the morning. But the feeling of him being so deep in me was making my mind fog. He wanted me to talk to him but I was fighting just to keep my eyes open and breathe. I let all my weight fall on him as I whispered in his ear. 

“All yours, always.”

He grunted again and I felt his dick twitch inside me. He pushed me all the way down his cock. Making me groan and bend under the feeling of being so full. He leaned against a dresser behind him. His legs were giving out. I accommodated this using the little strength I had left to put my feet atop the dresser and lift myself off of him with his help. He picked me up and slammed me on him time and time again. 

“I could never get enough of you even in 40 years im gonna be fucking you til you need a new cane.”

“Ugh way to ruin the mood. Why even mention old wrinkly sex Reiner?”

“You know I'm not good with words. But how is the mood ruined when you're still gripping me so well?”

He went back to using me, making sure I couldn't do anything to stop him even if I wanted to. 

He was slamming me on his cock and I couldn't hold my cries back every time he did. It hurt so good. He put his head in my neck, breathing hard and closing his eyes. That's how I knew he was close. He always latched onto me in some way. I was close too, I felt my legs shaking and my insides quivering. The next moment I was cuming on him again and he was filling me up. I held onto him tightly feeling his load drip out of me and onto his thighs. But I still felt so full. I let my weight fall on him, completely exhausted. He lifted me off of him but still carried me. We went into the bathroom and washed off. We almost fell asleep in the tub. The hot water was bliss although he always complains that I have it too hot. He got up first. Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist. Then he helped me up out of the tub. Passed me the towel and drained the water. We walked into the kitchen to grab water before getting dressed and getting back in bed. I hadn't noticed before but he let me soak in the tub for a little longer and changed the sheets of our bed. They were fresh and clean and comfortable. We laid there for a while, breathing in each other's air before falling asleep. 

The next few days were about the same. Except for Friday, Deployment Announcement Party. We invited all of our military friends to our apartment, pizza, drinks and music. We used the time to catch up and at 10 PM we would all check our emails and go around saying our deployment locations. As per usual Connie and Jean were the first ones drunk. Bertholdt, Reiner’s childhood friend, was definitely tipsy because he looked a little less nervous than usual and more talkative. Reiner didn't seem to pay attention to any of it because I was sitting on his lap and feeling so good. Sasha was in the kitchen eating damn near everything and Mikasa was picking at her plate but still being protective of it around Sasha. Eren and Armin were fighting over aux, and on round 4 out of 10 of rock paper scissors. It was a fun party, I could always expect a good time with these people around me. 

All of a sudden time flew and it was 10 PM. It was time to see where our group would divide and conquer. First up Armin. “Texas, oh lord I hate the heat.” We all laughed recalling the way Armin’s entire uniform would change colors under his sweat.

Eren. “Germany, man what. That language is so difficult for no reason.”

Mikasa. “South Korea… Well at least the night life is fun.”

Connie. “Germanyyyy, Jaeger you can pray all you want but you can never get rid of meeee.” We all laughed as he jumped into Eren’s arms and even louder when Eren dropped him on his ass.

Jean. “Iran.” The mood soured. Iran has been an active Warzone for as long as we could remember. Hundreds of lives lost throughout the years. We all gathered around Jean and gave him encouraging words. He smiled sweetly, walking to the kitchen to pour himself another shot. 

Sasha. “Virginia, man I thought I'd at least get to leave the country.” 

My turn. I stood up and took a breath, everyone was watching me as I pulled out my phone and opened up my email. “Hawai’i. Wow, that's actually perfect hahaha.” Relief flooded the room as everyone congratulated me. Reiner came up to me and planted a kiss on my lips that made Connie whistle and Eren yell “GET A ROOM”.

I sat down in Reiner’s spot as he pulled out his phone. 

“Hungary.” He looked up at me as my jaw hit the floor. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Hungary was basically military for Ukraine. We knew deployment there meant we would be in an active war zone and that being said he would be in more danger and doing 10 times as much work as Jean. He came to me and hugged me tightly. He sat down in his spot again and let me bury my face in his chest. The room was silent for a minute, then Connie yelled we’ve got one more. 

“Yea i’m going i know.” Bertholdt stood up. “Hungary, man fate is so funny it wont let me leave this guy's side.” We all giggled. We all drank some more and finished the pizza and snacks before everyone started heading out. Reiner and I let the music play as we cleaned up. He could tell I was still sad and afraid but content with the fact that he won't be alone. We went to bed knowing that even though we would be across the world from each other, we won't be alone. He curled up to me and fell asleep instantly as I let my mind wander before I fell asleep as well.

[sunny44]

Co-parenting (Part 3)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x ex!reader

Warnings: medical center, cuts…

Summary: Co-parenting is never easy but y/n never thought it would be so hard.

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Max and I haven't been able to go on that date yet. The first time, he had to cancel because he had to go to Milton Keynes for a meeting, and the second time, I had to cancel because Maeve and I got sick and I didn't want to go and risk getting him sick too.

But after several weeks we finally managed to schedule a day, and it would be today. Maeve is going to spend the whole weekend with Carlos, which would be great because even if he hadn't, I would keep my promise to introduce them only if it was someone I knew would stay in my life longer.

But he was late, and I was getting nervous because I had asked Carlos to pick her up at seven because Max would come to pick me up at seven-thirty. And besides not wanting Carlos to see him, obviously, I didn't want Maeve to see him either.

I heard knocks on the door and ran there to see Carlos.

"I know, I know, I'm late and I'm sorry. I had to wait for the plumber to fix a pipe that was flooding my apartment and he was late, and then I got stuck in traffic, and..."

"It's okay, just hurry up." I shouted for Maeve to come quickly and handed him the backpacks.

"Why the rush and why are you all dressed up?"

At that moment, Max parked, and I panicked. He got out of the car and was smiling until he saw Carlos and stopped smiling.

"Why is he here?" I didn't know what to say. "Are you going out with him? Is that why you wanted me to leave quickly? So that I wouldn't see you going out with Verstappen?"

"It's not because of that."

"Then why?" I didn't say anything. "Answer my fucking question."

"I didn't want Maeve to see, okay? Because I stick to our agreements, she doesn't need to know that I'm going out with someone, and neither do you."

"But why him?"

"Because he invited me and I wanted to." He laughed. "Look, I don't have to give you any explanations. Focus on taking care of our daughter and I’ll deal with my live life ok?" At that moment, she appeared.

"Sorry, I couldn't find Mr. Bibbles." She said, hugging her stuffed rabbit. "Can we go Daddy?"

"Yes baby." He picked her up, and they went to the front, and luckily Max had returned to his car when Carlos passed with Maeve in his arms.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know he would be here."

"It's okay, he was supposed to arrive earlier but got delayed. Neither you nor he were supposed to see each other.”

“You didn’t want him to know that you were going out with me?”

“Carlos and I have an agreement about relationships and I didn’t want him nor Maeve to know about it right now.”

"What kind of agreement?"

“We don't introduce anyone to Maeve without the other being aware, and not with a short amount of time in the relationship, you know? We don't want to put someone in her life just for that person to leave without explanation."

"I understand."

"Our separation was amicable but also difficult; she was small and doesn't remember, but she doesn't quite understand why her friends at school have parents together and she's the only one who doesn't."

"It's okay, you don't need to explain to me." He says kindly. "I can imagine how difficult it is to raise a child, and I also understand what it's like to be the child of divorced parents; I know you're doing the best you can for her."

"Thank you."

"Well, shall we go to our date? They say the third time's the charm." I laughed and went inside to grab my purse and my phone, locked the house and went to his car.

...

The date was great; he made me laugh a lot, and I hadn't had that much fun in a long time.

I felt light, and I felt like I could be myself without being defined only as Carlos's ex or as a mother; I could be myself again.

"Just a minute." My phone started ringing, and I saw it was Carlos. "Hello?"

"I'm sorry; I took my eyes off her for 1 minute, and..." I immediately got up.

"What happened?"

"Maeve and I are at the hospital."

"Which hospital?" I grabbed my purse and started walking towards the exit, and Max came along.

…

“What happened?"

"She was on the couch with me watching a movie and she asked me for a juice box when I went to get it, she started jumping on the couch and when I heard a loud noise, I went back, and she had fallen and hit her head on the table." He spoke quickly. "I'm really sorry; I..."

"It's okay."

"It's not; she cut her head and had to get stitches. I'm a terrible father."

"Carlos, stop." He looked at me. "These things happen; kids jump on things, they fall, and they get hurt, so stop blaming yourself."

"I was just so scared, and..." I hugged him.

"It's okay, everything will be fine." He hugged me back and relaxed. "What did the doctor say?"

"That it wasn't anything serious and that I did the right thing by bringing her as soon as possible; it could have been worse if she had fallen asleep after hitting her head."

"Okay, let's go in." He went in, and I turned to Max. "I'm sorry for ruining our night."

"You didn't ruin anything; our night was perfect."

"Except when I switched back to mom mode."

"Your daughter got hurt, and you did what any worried mother would do."

"Thank you for bringing me here too."

"You're welcome." He smiled. "I would love to go out again. If you want, of course."

"I would love to. I'll send you a message, and we'll make plans."

"Perfect." He said goodbye, and I went into the room.

"Mommy." I went to her and kissed her forehead.

"Hi, sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts and I'm very sleepy." She gave a little smile and blinked her eyes very slowly.

"It's okay, you can sleep again." I pulled the blanket up to cover her more, and she closed her eyes and was soon asleep, and I sat next to him on the couch there.

"How was your date?"

"We don't need to talk about that."

"I know, it was just a question."

"Let's just focus on her well-being and forget about today." He agreed, and we fell into silence.

And that's how we spent the night at the hospital until we could leave the next morning.

Bonus scene!

“What a wonderful night”

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Sebek Zigvolt - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

It's necessary to enjoy all you can on a birthday. I'll make sure to fully relish the classes, club activities, and the birthday party to come!

Summon: Being another year older means I must mature even more. I'll have to continue to devote myself to my studies, magical abilities, and other aspects of life.

Groovification: I have to get out of bed quickly and get ready to go. I'm the birthday boy today, after all.

Home: I can't let a single moment go to waste!

Swap Looks: I must fix my appearance.

Home Transition 1: My nightcap is not only good for preventing disastrous bedhead, but also keeping my hair from drying out. The only issue is that it falls off easily while I sleep.

Home Transition 2: I received an enormous amount of sweets from Jade-senpai. I have no idea what he is plotting, but I absolutely ate every last one. I can't let food go to waste, after all.

Home Transition 3: Even when I am in my room, the portrait of Malleus-sama continues to watch over me. That way, no matter where I am, I can continue to hold myself to the proper standards.

Home Transition - Login: On my birthday, I make sure to choose one goal to achieve during the upcoming year. Setting a clear coal is the first step in seeing it come to fruition!

Home Transition - Groovy: I understand in my head that I should chew my food well when I eat, but I cannot help eating fast when I hunger strikes. I should try to be more like Azul-senpai.

Home Tap 1: Nothing about living amongst others in a dormitory on campus necessitates getting to know one another. However... If the conversation were to extol on Malleus-sama's greatness... I suppose I could join in.

Home Tap 2: I received a book on equestrianism from Riddle-senpai. I'll make sure to thoroughly read through this and put what I gleaned into practice!

Home Tap 3: I would like it if I were able to overcome my distaste for black coffee this year. Maybe I should start by trying to drink some sugar-free milk coffee...

Home Tap 4: Idia-senpai was hovering outside the classroom, so I beckoned him in with a thunderous shout. How was that, I handled it well, didn't I?

Home Tap 5: These pyjamas were a gift from my parents to celebrate my acceptance to this school. They purchased it from a store in Briar Valley. I like them because they're comfortable and easy to wear.

Home Tap - Groovy: Silver was decorating the lounge, simply because it was my birthday. How thoughtful, especially coming from him!

Duo: [SEBEK]: Give me your best wishes, Azul-senpai! [AZUL]: Sebek-san, I do hope you have a wonderful year.

Birthday Login Message: Am I enjoying my birthday, you ask? Of course I am, today marks the first day of a new year for me! Both Riddle-senpai and Silver advised me to continue my diligent training. I needn't hear that from them, I plan to grow even more than they expect! Hm? You have a present for me? What's this... Oh, these are riding socks! Hm, not bad, for a human. I was just thinking of purchasing a new pair, myself. Perfect timing, too, I'll wear them to equestrian club practice after this. You have my thanks.

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