#donut: youre much too poor to be talking to me

[mongo-the-liensis]

Donut and Carl is just a Roasts people 👊😆 & Roasts people 💥🔥 duo

[luveline]

hot bombshell bau!reader flirting and winking at spencer every chance she gets and poor spencer just gets hot and bothered very flustered and blushing😋😋

i love you jade i read ur blog like it's the daily newspaper<33

I love you anon, thank you for requesting ♡ fem!reader

"So," says a voice, low and syrupy as warmth spreads up Spencer's side, "how's my favourite agent?" 

Your perfume a subtle fragrance of jasmine and vanilla alike, sweetness that lingers —and Spencer knows, having thought of you every time he walks past the sugar ring donut stand by the Staples Mill Station for weeks— you put a hand on his shoulder and lean in for a one-armed hug. His skin erupts with goosebumps. 

"Y/N," he says, sounding much too much like a wimp for his own liking. He clears his throat. "When did you get back?" 

He's afraid to look at you. He doesn't have a choice. His heart skips a beat at the state of you, which is to say you look stunning in your dark clothes, a tight cut top that borders unprofessional and a pair of thigh hugging pants that pass the border completely. (He's kidding. Mostly. You're dressed fine. He's a loser, is all.) 

"This morning. They couldn't keep me from you if they tried, handsome. You look good." You disengage from his side. Spencer's relieved and regretful at once. "I love the haircut, they take a little more than you were expecting?" 

"Is it too short?" he asks unsurely. 

"It's perfect."

Spencer's taller than you but he never feels it until you're looking up at him, pretty eyes and quirked lips, permanent amusement in your gaze. "I missed you," you say.

"Y/N," Hotch says as he descends the steps to the bullpen. "We talked about this." 

"Pen and Morgan do it every day." Your eyebrows pinch together. 

Hotch doesn't say anything else, an empty coffee mug in hand as he passes. You don't baulk at his disapproving look, the opposite, sitting on the edge of Morgan's desk to kick your kitten heels gently, a slow back and forth that has Spencer's eyeline pulling down your legs. He shakes it off, but not before you've noticed. 

"You don't mind, do you, babe?" you ask. "My flirting?" 

It'll probably kill him sooner rather than later. "No. Don't mind." 

"'Cus I can stop, I promise. But you're the kind of boy that should be flirted with, you know? And the kind of smart that makes you crazy attractive, which is unfair. It's not like you needed help in that particular department." You lean back as you talk, scrounging around Morgan's things.

"Second shelf," Spencer says. 

You stop your searching to grin at him. Pleased, you reach down to the second drawer of Morgan's desk and find what you'd been looking for, a coveted, half-eaten pack of cherry twizzlers. 

"But we're not like Pen and Morgan," you say, bringing a twizzler to your mouth. 

"We're not?" Spencer asks, confused. He may not summon the necessary charisma to flirt back, but he likes what you have. 

"Nope." You take another bite, chew, leaving Spencer in anticipation. Finally, you swallow, lips curving into an even stickier smile. "'Cus Pen and Morgan are never gonna happen. They're better as friends…" 

You slip down off of Morgan's desk, leaving his twizzlers behind. Spencer has enough sense about him to anticipate your approach. He's proud of himself for the composure he maintains as your footsteps slow. He even takes a step back to follow you, to your abject delight. 

"But we're not just friends, are we?" you ask softly. You lift your chin. He can smell the cherry on you. 

"Y/N, enough," Hotch says from somewhere behind. You refuse to look away, and while Spencer fears his chief's tone, he manages to hold your gaze. "HR will mandate another presentation." 

"It's alright, Hotch," Spencer says. His cheeks are flushed and his palms are clammy, but his voice holds up. "I don't mind." 

"I'm sure you don't." 

"This could all be avoided if we took this somewhere a little more private," you murmur. 

"Enough. I won't tell you again, Y/N. Shouldn't you be helping Penelope with her ViCAP recalibration?" Hotch asks pointedly. 

Spencer takes it for what it is; an effort to separate you from each other before it goes too far. You know it too, rolling your eyes at Spencer like you've a shared secret —Can you believe this guy?— clasping his arm loosely in farewell.

"See you later, Spence." You call him handsome, babe, bub, even sweetheart, but Spence is the worst of all of them because of how you say it, your voice entrenched in pure honey. His heart pangs as you go.  

Hotch lingers by Spencer's side, coffee freshly filled and steaming in rings. "You know, you're getting better," he says sympathetically. 

Spencer rubs the bridge of his nose roughly. "Thanks." 

[rosielovesspence]

Late Night Talking

Content: Your poor boyfriend Reid just has to talk about how he feels. Reverse comfort! He's such a sweetheart :(

Working with the B.A.U. really was a tole taking job. Even more so when you got told you were a room down at the hotel. "You can room with me if you want." It was Reid's quiet voice next to you, "I don't feel much like sleeping so you can have the bed." He gave you that tired smile, the small one that had you knowing that he really didn't feel like sleeping.

Even after you'd both settled in the room and sat comfortably on the bed you could tell he wouldn't sleep so you laid down first. "Lay down." you mumbled and he did so, albeit awkwardly but he laid beside you. "Do you think I'm strange?" it was quiet, an almost unnoticeable whisper. "Strange? Why would I think that?" You could see from your peripherals that Reid was messing with his hands, anxiously thinking. "Talk to me, Spence."

At that he was quiet for a moment. "I just know I'm odd. I use words like betwixt and I know what ballads are. I seem to talk too much and never notice that people don't like what I'm talking about. My favorite shows are nerdy and I always explain them to people who don't care. I go on and on about things the team finds creepy or weird. Derek says I'll never get a date if I keep being this way and I'm starting to see his point, I'm lacking in the boyfriend department and I can't even make friends. You know, the team tells me their secrets and I think it's because they know I have no one else to tell. Did you know J.J. collects butterflies? Or that Derek secretly likes The Smiths? Or that Hotch is fond of chocolate flavored sweets? Emily likes deathmetal. Penelope's favorite television program is Vampire Diaries."

Reid turned to you as he spoke, looking at you as if he might cry. He felt so estranged compared to everyone else, you seemed to be the only one who listened. You didn't even talk when he was done, letting him continue. "I just know all this stuff about everyone, and I feel like no one knows me." You nodded softly and finally talked after a beat of silence. "Chocolate frosted donuts with rainbow sprinkles." Reid was instantly confused by this, raising a brow. "Excuse me?" '

You chuckled, "Your favorite donut. Emily told me." A small smile graced his lips at this. "And Derek said you really like chicken tandoori." His smile only seemed to widen. "And you put three whole tablespoons of sugar in your coffee according to J.J." You seemed like you weren't going to stop anytime soon and he looked so contented he didn't want you to. "And Hotch says you like pretzels and rice crispy treats. Pen says you grew up with horses and that you adore Halloween and all its traditions. Gideon told me you loved classical music and chess, he even saw you play piano once. And you're never lacking in the boyfriend department because you've been nothing but perfect. You're the sweetest man alive and I wish you'd ramble to me every second of the day because your voice is lovely."

He seemed about ready to cry as he moved his hand to touch your cheek. "You're too good to me," he whispered, kissing your forehead, "Thank you. I feel much better sweetheart." You give him a small smile and a kiss. "That's good, now let's get some sleep you look exhausted."

[thegoldencontracts]

Housewardens with a Tsundere!Reader (Pt. 1)

I've seen this a lot, and I wanted to share my own takes on how I think they'd act! This is a part one, including Riddle, Leona, and Azul.

Summary: You're tough, brash, and rude, getting snippy at all those who try to approach you. All for the sake of covering up your soft side. How do the housewardens react?

Notes: Romance, GN!reader

Contains: Riddle, Leona, Azul

Riddle Rosehearts

He thinks your behavior is highly improper.

When he first approaches you, you do not hesitate to screech that he's an idiot.

He can and will try to collar you if you're getting particularly loud.

All in all, he thinks you and your defensive, brash nature are utterly infuriating. If you hit him, expect to be collared. You're just- so annoying.

...So why does his heart race whenever he's around you?

That's right. Riddle's also a tsundere (sometimes, at least)

And that means you two are evenly matched

Poor Trey often has to watch you two and your constant bickering, and your occasional stammering.

You yell that Riddle's an idiot, he says you're a buffoon who never learned to respect the rules. Both of you secretly like each other. It is painful to watch.

You make Riddle lunch and you claim you just had extra. Of course, he responds by denying his appreciation.

Who will confesses first? It really depends on whose friends decide to finally intervene.

All in all, you two have a cute yet infuriating to watch relationship.

Leona Kingscholar

He doesn't have time for you, or so he thinks.

When he first sees you, rebuking you for encroaching upon his territory, you call him an idiot for thinking anyone would ever take his ridiculous territory claims seriously.

You're not off to a great start. Leona is very likely to try and make you put your money where your mouth is.

...With a game of chess, of course! Leona just woke up and doesn't feel like particularly like fighting right now.

That, and, he doesn't know why, but he really doesn't feel like getting you hurt.

Considering just how good Leona is, there's a very good chance he'll absolutely demolish you.

But if you manage to win, he'll definitely be impressed.

Either way, he'll tell you to stop bothering him. You huff, and say he was the one bothering you, and that's that.

Except it isn't. Of course, somehow, the two of you end up stuck together. First you're paired up in a joint class, then you're both locked in the botanical gardens during an emergency, and then Ruggie keeps making the two of you talk.

Leona hates it. Considering the way you huff, you do you.

Except, once again, neither of you do.

You actually try to get closer to Leona - despite the roundabout, brash way you go about it - and he hates that he likes it.

Your average interaction at first consists of him telling you to 'get away, herbivore', and you yelling at him to 'stop bossing me around, idiot!'

But slowly, he stops pushing you away. And you warm up with time too.

You're weirdly friendly - though sometimes, your insults do genuinely get to Leona. You'll apologize in that roundabout, flustered way of yours, and though Leona rarely vocalizes, he'll accept.

He doesn't want to lose you, after all, no matter how much he pretends he couldn't care less.

Leona doesn't confess first. You don't confess first. Ruggie confesses first on both of your behalfs, and though Leona plans to chew him out at first, when things work out, Ruggie quickly finds himself on the receiving end of countless donuts.

While dating, both of you will likely be softer with one another.

Once again, very cute relationship, and both of you are so harsh and yet so soft with each other at the same time.

Azul Ashengrotto

At first, Azul genuinely dislikes you. Your posturing, your pride, the way you seem to look down on him with your endless insults reminds him of those who bullied him.

But, Azul isn't that same little octopus anymore. He's grown used to insults, sadly. He's been looked down on all his life.

Your words mean nothing to him. They're a slight sting at most.

Overall, he'd just like to stay away from you. The moment you first met, you told him to "S-Stay away from me, you scheming idiot!"

Then, when he - in an attempt to stay smug despite his burgeoning temper - asked you if you were scared, you replied that you could never be scared of a slow, clumsy loser like him.

Slow, clumsy, idiotic octopus. That's what they called him as a kid.

And then, he sees your cuter moments. The more endearing ones. And he can't help but feel his heart flutter against his wishes.

God, Azul hates it. He hates how cute he finds you, how his heart races whenever he's around you.

Love is a position of vulnerability. Azul's meant to take advantage of it, not be the one stuck with it!

And, well, Azul's never known anything but rejection when it comes to true connection. Even the twins always insisted they were nothing more than his business partners (though the accuracy of their claim is rather dubious).

And you? You're going to mock him for sure.

Truth be told, Azul's scared. He's scared of what'll happen if you find out about the budding feeling in his chest, and he's scared of being laughed at by someone who he can't help but love.

So, of course, he tries to keep his walls up. Never drop that smug air of his. Never let you see the burgeoning fear underneath.

But that doesn't work out. You do manage to squeeze out the cracks in his facade, but then you laugh, saying he should really drop that infuriating smug face and do this more often because it looks cute, and he doesn't know what to do.

People aren't supposed to love this side of him. Least of all you. You're always insulting him, after all!

And yet, you think he looks cute like this. He hates how much his face flushes at that.

Now that Azul's developed a crush, he can't deny that, now, there are times when your jabs get to him. He doesn't say anything. He can't. He had to remain composed, because otherwise he's opening himself up to endless mockery.

But one day, it gets to him, and he finds himself hunched in a corner, reverting to his old habits as he furiously checks himself for any imperfections. What's he doing wrong? Is his voice truly annoying?

...And then you walk in on him.

How had he forgotten to lock the door? He feels like such a moron, but he can't let you see, or-

You're nothing but patient and apologetic. Even as he hisses at you to leave, threatens you, and tries to make you a contract, you're still patient.

You apologize, for once. He can't help but still get prickly with you, after all, you've just witnessed a humiliating moment of his that you caused. But he still does appreciate it.

You two do gradually get closer, softer, doing favors for one another. Feelings are budding. And yet, neither of you do anything.

Eventually, Jade and Floyd intervene, and just straight up set you two up. It's embarrassing for the both of you, but hey, at least you got together.

Azul's still docking their pay, of course.

Though the two of you get off to a rough start, you still manage to find your way together in the end.

[virq-qgo]

Can you give please do SFW and NSFW alphabet head canons for Logan (Wolverine)

Hi!! I am so sorry that it took me this long to finish..! I’ve actually never heard of alphabet head cannons so I had to find some templates and couldn’t find an SFW so please forgive me 🙁🙏 I would also like to apologize that I’m terrible at making head cannons, because I don’t have the mindset of that.. so this will probably be my first and last time I’ll do this 😞

Requests are still open ❤️

Warnings: smut, fem reader, my writing, not proof read obvi.. I also kinda rushed the end so I’m sorry 😢

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very caring, now matter how old he is gets. Logan will make sure to give you the best treatment of your life. Literally the definition of princess treatment.

After getting the dick pounded out of you, with all of these marks on your poor worn out body. Logan will kiss each mark then pick you up and carry you to the bathroom. Like nobody talks about it so i fucking will, Logan will sit you on the toilet and make sure you piss. Why? Your handsome lover wants you to be healthy! No UTIs or yeast infection for the princess (speaking from experience.) Then you both will have a very relaxing shower together before cuddling in bed!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Logans favorite part of his body will probably be his chest, mainly his abs. He knows how much you love them, and how much you like doing other things with them. Not to mention he works hard for his body to look the way it does, it’s something everyone should be proud of.

Now realistically, Logan will tell you that he loves every single inch of you. Yknow how you ask your parents who’s the favorite sibling, they’ll tell you they love each and single one of you, but make it so obvious that they favor the other one. Yeah, this is how it is. Except yknow he loves your hips. With the way he always grabs them, either from moving you to the side or moving you when your leg get to sore from riding him. Logan just loves how they feel in his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As a man would, Logan loves to fill your sweet pussy with his cum. And once in a while, cuming on your tits when he’s fucking his hand. But again, mainly you cunt. He’ll fill it up as much as he please and once you’re both finished, he loves to pull away and admire how much cum drips out of your hole and onto the bed. He loves his little stuffed donut.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Logan definitely fucked his hand when you were asleep, taking your dirty underwear from the floor and fucked that too. Not one of his proudest moments. But when your moaning his name and stirring in your sleep, he couldn’t help himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bro is over 200 years old, please shoot me if you ever met someone who says that this man is a virgin. Because they are lying to you and themselves.

But that saying, in these 200 years, he’s had plenty of sexual partners. That means more experience and the better your pussy gets dicked down.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Logan loves when you’re on top of him. Why? Well, this is the perfect view for him. He loves the way your tits bounce and if you have small girls, he loves seeing them. He loves boobs, Logan is definitely a boob man! But he loves grabbing your hips and since he’s so much stronger than you, he moves your hips back and forth. Logan loves when your nails dig into his chest when you’re on top of him, and he LOVES watching your face while his dick is going deep into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is not silly turning sex, Logan finds this time most serious. Durning these moments, he completely loses himself and only focuses on you and your pleasure. So really, he has no time for goofiness, and too him, any man who’s goofy durning sex. A time where you solely focus on your lover and their needs. Is not a man, but a boy. Because every woman who’s being intimate with a man deserves to be treated like a queen.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Now you see the mans face and head, it’s nothing but hair. The whole guy is hairy, and if you’re not into hairy men. Well Logan is not for you. He grooms his face and hair but leaves everything untouched because it’s just so unnecessary to him. That being said, he has never trimmed downstairs, and won’t plan to. Plus he knows how much you’re into that thick happy trail of his.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Logan during intimacy is very loving, he finds the moment where they’re but so vulnerable towards each other. Logan finds being intimate a very serious thing.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you aren’t around then yes, he needs to find a way to relieve his boner. Just the thought of you makes him so unbelievably hard. So when you’re away and he thinks of you, he can’t help himself. I like to believe that you guys have toys in the bedroom, so he definitely uses your vibrators to get done.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

So, bud definitely has a few!! Like I said in previous, he loves your boobs, that being said he’s definitely into Breast play. His hands will always be on your boobs, playing with your nipples, sucking on your nipples. Marking them up.

Another one Logan has is orgasm play, now I feel like that he will only do this when you’re not “behaving” such as making him jealous, purposefully pissing him off, yada yada you get the jist. Logan will make sure you sexy time is one of the most miserable times for you, basically saying that you don’t get to cum, he’ll drag it out on and on until he feels like you deserve it.

I am a firm believer that Logan will steal your panties from the night before. He knows where he threw them at while ripping them off you, he knows just how wet they were during that time. So obviously, he’s gonna use them to jerk himself off.

Finally, one of the last ones Logan has it’s degrading. Either he’s degrading or you, he’s so into it. Especially during a rough night, he loves to call you his dirty slut, his slutty little girl. The famous “you’re such a fucking cumslut, wanting me to always fill the tight pussy of yours up. Don’t worry, I’ll fill it up, so nice and full.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Whenever he gets hard, Logan will drag you to a closed off space and pull your pants to your to your knees, and push your panties to the side. He doesn’t care, he’ll take you right then and there. Logan is just always so horny for you, but can you blame him? His girlfriend is so fucking hot.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Boobs, your boobs to be exact.

Show a little bit of cleavage, well sister. You better be ready for the outcome. Logan will make it so obvious that he’s staring. It’s kinda embarrassing, especially when you’re around other people.

Another thing that gets him going is when you talk back to people, putting them in their place. He finds the bossy and demanding side of you so fucking sexy. He sometimes acts bratty just to see that side of you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that will physically harm you, he doesnt care if you’re into it. It’s a big no. He also won’t share, so no threesomes. He finds it’s disrespectful and a little hurtful that you’ll want another person into the game, making him think that he’s not giving you enough or not making you feel good.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely depends on his mood or day.. but mainly I think he likes to focus on your pleasure, so he’ll definitely eat you out. Especially when he’s pissed off with something, he just wants to bury his head into your thighs and eat his meal.

But he also loves when you give him head, he asks for it almost all the time. It’s the best thing ever, just to feel how talented you are with your tongue and mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Logan definitely goes fast and rough, it’s how you like it too. The both of you think it’s the best way to do it, especially since Logan has so much stamina and strength. The way his cock hits all the way back.

But of course, there are times where you guys take it slow. Showing to each other just how much you truly love one another.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves them, when you both are horny but don’t have the time to take your time. It’s super convenient. He doesn’t care where or what time it is, he will pull down your pants and fuck you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I don’t think he’s cares all too much about being risky. As long as he knows he’s in a spot with you that no one will see, you two will be fine.

You see, he doesn’t care if anyone saw him fucking you. He just knows that your worried people will see, so he takes cover for you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Logan can probably go as many as five, I know once he fucks you till his balls are quite literally empty and can’t go anymore because he’s too sensitive. That’s when you take you chance because that when he’s gets all subby. Enjoy your time 😉

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes!! He loves using toys just to be mean to you, he knows your favorite vibrator, sets in on the highest setting and places it directly on your clit, enjoying the way your hips flinch back.

Logan also likes using toys on himself, especially fleshlights that feel exactly like you. Or using your vibrator on himself.

Overall, toys are a big yes!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Logan loves to tease you, when it comes to public and barely touching you in your most sensitive areas or sending you dirty texts. (I am a firm believer that he would send you dick picks or send you pictures of his abs, flaunting the v-line you love so much.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His sounds are quiet but loud enough for you to hear, he moans in your ear when he’s on top of you. Or when you’re on top of him, he lets out small quieter moans. Logan gets louder when he’s closing to cumming too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Logan’s favorite outfit on you that will get him so unbelievably horny is a pair of sweats and a tight shirt. Gets him so hard, and an instant way to get nutted in.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay, let’s be so for real..

Logan ripped, we know what the v-line is like! We all know that he’s hairy downstairs, but you don’t care. Because all what matters is that dick serves you good.

Logan is more of a grower than a shower. When he’s hard, he grows to be 7 to 8 inches. He’s not that thick, but big enough to stretch that pussy out!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I guess it all depends on his mood and how he feels. Logan overall can have sex anytime he wants. He’s your horndog after all.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

He’s not that quick to fall asleep, he’ll stay in bed with you while you both cuddle each other and chat. After sex, the both of you take your time lay down and relax, feeling each others skin and heartbeat. This is a very relaxing time together.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Catching up! So today we’re mostly having replies related to all the stuff we posted recently.

Starting with the most important question.

Anonymous asked:

Wait, Idia got called a brocon? When?

He did! Grim called him a brocon in 5-13 right after we saw Ortho for the first time :3 (timestamp on 5:42 just in case)

Anonymous asked:

How does that smoke beer donut taste?

(this is about this drawing)

Very smoky! And like something Gidel isn’t supposed to eat…

Anonymous asked:

I wanna see some of your traditional art

Actually, Anon, you’re looking at it…

The majority of things that we post daily was originally drawn traditionally, and then coloured digitally. I really want to do more art that is 100% traditional, but never get a chance to for a bunch of reasons :(

Anonymous asked:

I love your analysis holy cow! see its because of Book 5 that i cant stop seeing Vil and Rook as mom and dad. i love this ship mind you, (they are my comfort ship and it gives me life whenever you draw them you beautiful soul) but even if some didnt see them as a romantic couple--in my opinion they still have that VIBE you know? Like whenever they're there you just cant help but feel like BRO THEY WOULD BEAT UP YOUR BULLIES AND THEN GROUND YOU AND SEND YOU TO YOUR ROOM FOR FIGHTING IN THE FIRST PLACE LOL is it just a me feeling?

(this is related to this post)

Thank you for your kind words, Anon! I am very happy you enjoyed the analysis and that you like my RookVil art <3

Yeah, I think these two being very parental is pretty obvious and pretty intentional! All jokes aside, Pomefiore trio really feels like it was written in a way that they would read as a family. We don’t usually like this trope because characters playing house could get pretty boring, and a lot of family-related tropes don’t resonate with us at all. So I am surprised to this day that we love Pomefiore’s vibes so much. I’m guessing that it’s because of how unusual of a family they are, how Epel actually fights with Vil a lot, and how he grows from being a little brat to being a little brat that is eager to grow and excited to show his senpais his new cool magic tricks, while they tease him but still are very proud and excited for him. Like, they’re strict and would smack him (well, Vil would) but they also want him to grow. Woah, that sounds way too wholesome ew lol

Anyways! Even if we exclude Epel, and this is another thing I’ve talked about a lot, I genuinely feel like Rook and Vil were intentionally written as a couple that has been together for quite some time, at least coding-wise. There are just too many tropes and situations that they have that are usually used for couples… Alright I’ll stop myself or I’ll rant about them again even though I just did a couple of weeks ago.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

I just love baby Vil so much, makes me wonder what happened

(this is about this drawing)

Adults with shitty opinions + kids that can’t separate reality from fiction happened… truly, two of the worst things that could happen to a possible friendship between actors.

A couple of asks about this drawing:

Anonymous asked:

Oh oh! I saw! Che'nya art! We (smiley kitty fans) are starving! Thank you for the food! It is delicious! May we have another plate, please?

Poor smiley kitty fans! :( I am so sorry you’re starving! Please enjoy your food.

Unfortunately I don’t have any more smiley catfood for you…….. yet.

Anonymous asked:

*see Chenya *

*starts biting at the bars of my containment*

Better question for him..... What that tongue do??? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

What that tongue doesn’t do, Anon? Wink

Anonymous asked:

Question. How much of Riddle's body do you think Che'nya would lick to clean him?

In theory, he’d probably get bored pretty quickly, but I kind of want him to just keep licking… Riddle thought it would be over 15 minutes ago, but Che’nya’s still licking… The moment he would be done with his face, ears and head (cat saliva in Riddle’s hair…), Riddle would realise that Che’nya is determined to lick him all over. Time to call Trey…

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Riddle gets licked my Chenya often in my lil delulu ass world

Sometimes Che’nya randomly appears, licks his cheek and disappears again.

Anonymous asked:

Bro I gotta know, what do the tweel's dick(s) look like on their merform? I was scrolling on ur bluesky and saw this one with jade and idia and something between idia's legs and I was like "is that his dick?" If so DAYUM! May that bussy rest in peace

Love your art and speedpaints btw💗

Thank you for enjoying my art and especially my speedpaints! I am very happy to hear that <3

Hehe I’m glad you liked that one! I had a lot of fun with that piece.

I feel like I draw merpeen differently every single time lol but I love the design we came up with for that Jade/Idia drawing, and in fact I do have a post in which I talk about how it probably works! There aren’t any pictures there, but there are some interesting thoughts…

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Contract Spouse Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Moving

A/N: I am absolutely delighted by how much everyone loved Phoenix last chapter. 😀

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)

Warning:  Angst,  

Length: 2100ish

Summary: Pip moves to California.

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You write your name on the final box and survey the apartment. Everything was packed and labeled. Half was going with Sami to her new place with her boyfriend, Matt. Some of your stuff would be going with you to California and the rest would be put into storage.

“So you and Jake?” Matt asks as he wanders back into the apartment after taking one of Sami’s boxes to his truck. “How’s that going to go?” You roll your eyes. Sami had only informed Matt about your marriage to Jake after you decided to move to California. He had been annoyingly interested in your relationship ever since he had found out. 

“I don’t know Matt,” you say shortly, as you hand him another box, “it will go however it goes.” You are nervous enough as it is. You had not lived with a man other than your father, and you had gone no contact with your parents after they had kicked you out. With the added stress of the investigation you were on edge.

Logistically everything was ready to go. Utilities all canceled and mail forwarded. Sami had rolled her eyes at the moving checklist you had given her but dutifully followed it. You had notified your bosses, and had to quit one of your jobs, but the other had agreed to let you stay on. You had convinced them that having a California based liaison would help when working with companies in that time zone. 

You were prepared for everything except Jake. 

“It’s just that a fake marriage and moving in together is very romcom of you.” You gaze at Matt in exasperation as he continues, “what if you have to fake PDA?”

“Eww Matt, that's my brother you are talking about!” Sami walks in and shoos Matt outside, but the expression on her face is calculating as you try to hide your embarrassment by shuffling boxes into different piles. 

“I’m going to miss you.” You look up from shifting boxes at Sami’s words. She has tears in her eyes. “I know I was moving out first but now you are going across the country and…” She trails off sniffling. You walk over and wrap her in a hug, her long blonde hair tickling your nose. “I’m just going to miss you is all.” 

You dry her tears with your sleeve. “I’m going to miss you too,” you tell her and she lets out a watery chuckle. “Your brother is going to be a poor substitution for my best friend.”

“Ouch,” You look over as Jake walks through the door. “That hurts my feelings Pip,” he holds his hand over his heart, “all two of them.” He walks over and hugs Sami before pulling you into a hug and you can’t help but inhale the smell of his cologne.

“You’re late Jacob.” Sami sasses him as she checks her watch. “It's after eight. We've been at it since seven.” 

“I slept in, Samantha.” He shrugs and you look more closely and see shadows under his eyes. “Also I got donuts.”

“You are not carrying any donuts.” Sami has her hands on her hips, “don’t lie to me about donuts.”

“I gave them to Matt downstairs.” Sami groans and goes running out the door. You both watch her go and turn to each other. “You good?” his tired eyes are searching your expression and you square your shoulders and nod. 

“Are you?” He shrugs his shoulders in a non-committal way. 

“Yeah, as good as anyone being criminally investigated can be,” he says and he pulls you into a hug when your face falls at his response. You relax into him, wrapping yours around his waist. Jake’s hugs are always comforting. Strong arms and a firm chest. He is solid and dependable and you can't help the feeling of safety you always find in his arms. 

His voice rumbles in your ear where you have it pressed against his chest. “We have a lot of evidence to prove we are actually together and a valid reason for you to move after you got the letter.” 

You nod reluctantly and go to apologize again for the both of you being in this situation but he stops you. “I knew what I was getting into, Pip. I could have divorced you years ago but I didn’t so we are in this together.” 

You agree quietly as Sami walks back through the door with Matt who noisily clears his throat. You grab a donut from the box he is holding before grabbing something small you can carry in one hand and making your way out to Jake's truck, eating as you go.

It took a few hours to pack the stuff you were taking to California into the truck. The movers you hired were able to take the furniture that was yours to the storage locker before carrying on and taking the rest to Sami’s new place. Your car had been on its last legs for a few years so rather than chance it on a 1300 mile road trip you had decided to sell it and buy a new one in California.

Once everything is settled you find yourself standing outside Sami's place, her arms around you as she cries into your shoulder. Jake and Matt standing a respectful distance as you say your goodbyes. When she finally releases you she takes a shuddering breath. “God, I didn’t even cry this much when I moved out of my moms house.”

You’re not crying, but going your separate way from Sami is still hard. “It’s probably for the best.” You smile half heartedly. “Gotta break that codependency we’ve got going on.” It had been a running joke for most of your friendship, though for you, it felt like it was a little too close to the truth. Your lives were entwined so closely that you were more like twin sisters. 

“I’m just realizing that we’ll never live in the same place anymore.”

“I’ll be back in the city six months or so after the charges are dropped and we can divorce.” You say as the guys begin to walk over. “Shouldn’t be more than a year.” She gives you a look that you can't place and turns to hug Jake.

“Take care of her, she may be your wife but she is my best friend.” Jake chuckles and picks her up in a hug. You hear her whisper to him but can't make out the words. You give Matt a quick hug and after he and Jake shake hands you are on the road.

– – – 

Jake blinks in weariness as he drives. He had spent the last two days driving to Texas and was now leaving the state. He never slept well in hotels, or in this case motels. He actually hadn’t slept well in years. But he didn’t like to think about it. He only couldn’t sleep when he was sleeping in new places. After a week in one place he was fine. Mostly.

He glances over at you. After the letter you had started to wear your wedding band, hoping for it to leave an indentation on your finger. It had been his suggestion. He had thought of the deep groove etched in his mother’s finger when she had finally been ready to take her wedding ring off, four years after his dad had passed.

He could tell you were nervous. Your fingers constantly move as you fiddle with the band, spinning it around and around. He had bought the simple white gold infinity ring with tiny lab grown diamonds when you had married him, and until now you only had worn it for special occasions. 

Looking at you, sitting beside him and completely upending your life to move across the country to make the marriage seem real, the guilt hits him. “I should have divorced you years ago.” His voice is sharp, breaking the silence that has stretched between the two of you for the past hour. 

You look up at him, startled by the sudden admission. He can feel your gaze boring into him and he avoids your eyes, focusing on the road.  “Careful Jake,” he can hear a wryness in your voice that tells him you are grinning, “any other woman would be insulted by an admission like that.”

He let out a grudging chuckle. “You know what I mean.”

You sigh. “It’s a two way street Jake. You won’t let me blame myself, so I won't let you blame yourself.” You straighten up in your seat and shift so you are facing him. “Jake, look at me.”

“Can’t. I’m driving.” He can practically hear your eyes roll.

“Jake.” Your voice is weary and he relaxes his shoulders with a sigh and glances at you before returning his eyes to the road without the rigid focus of avoiding your gaze. “We probably should have divorced but it was just easier not to, for both of us. It’s no use playing the ‘what if’ game.”

“Yeah,” he voices his agreement but he knows better.

The last few years he had been actively avoiding the topic of divorce when he talked to you. If he thought you were getting close to bringing it up he would change the subject. He was afraid that if he divorced you he would have to give you up. 

You were his confidant. The person he talked to most. Some days he thought you knew him better than anyone. He told you things he couldn’t tell his mother who would only worry. He couldn't tell Sami either. His sister was notorious for her inability to keep a secret and would have spilled to his mother the first chance she got. Javy knew what happened but they never talked about it.

But he could talk to you. He never told you what happened, but he could tell you everything else. His thoughts, how he was feeling, but never why. You just listened. You were understanding, you would give advice and help him reframe things. You always seemed to know when he needed a distraction, but you had always been that way. 

The day his father died he had been sitting in the kitchen in the middle of the night, numb to the world, wondering what the hell he was going to do. The old fashioned responsibility of being the man of the house weighed heavily on his shoulders. 

His mother had gone to bed hours ago, she had ended up barely leaving her room for a month, but he didn’t know that the first night. You had spent the night with Sami in her room. It crossed his mind that he should have checked on Sami hours ago, but the lack of light coming from under her door told him it was too late and he’d buried his face in his hands feeling like a failure. 

He heard a creek and looked up to see you creeping out of his sister's room. You had met his eyes as you walked into the kitchen. You grabbed two clean glasses out of the dishwasher and filled them at the sink before walking over and putting one in front of him and sitting across from him at the table with the other. 

“Sami’s asleep.” Your soft voice broke the silence.

“I should have checked on her.” He said it automatically, sharing his real fears and insecurities with you. “I’m already fucking this up.”

He remembers the look on your face so clearly. Compassion, exasperation, and understanding. “You can’t mess up grief. You’re allowed to be sad too, Jake.” He stared at you thinking about how ridiculous it was that at seventeen he needed to be comforted by an eleven year old. “It's not all on you.” You sat quietly across from him for a few minutes as he thought about your words .When he eventually nodded you stood up and gave him an awkward hug before you picked up your glass and left the kitchen. “Drink some water, crying can dehydrate you.” 

He watched Sami’s door close behind you before staring at the full glass you put in front of him. He picked it up, drained it, and went to bed himself.

“I didn’t know NCIS investigated marriages.” Your comment brings him abruptly back to the present. 

“What?” he asks in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, when I got the letter it surprised me,” you say, “It's just that the TV show makes me only think of them investigating murders.” Jake lets out a short laugh and he sees you smiling at him out of the corner of his eye. “I mean, if we need lawyers will JAG be involved?” There is laughter in your voice. “How many TV shows am I going to live through in this situation?”

A smile lingers at the corner of his lips as he keeps driving.

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Work it Out

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 3.1k (DRABBLES I TELL YOU!)

Synopsis: Chan asks you to come check out the new pilates machines the guys just got but poor Channie is not very bendy, unlike you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Cursing/strong language, oral (f receiving), overstimulation/forced orgasm, squirting, unprotected piv sex (please use protection always but ESPECIALLY if you have multiple partners!), cum shot, cum eating, rimming, lots of dirty talking, alluding to having unprotected anal sex and cream pie, praise, pet names (baby, of course baby girl), rough sex, slight dumification, spit play (a little), I think that's it, there's a lot in this so if I missed something please do let me know so I can add it!

After Jisung made you cum three times on his tongue, which is not an easy feat to do, he helped you try to not look quite so fucked out when you were getting ready to leave. You went to walk out of the studio so Jisung could get back to work and he gently grabbed your wrist and stopped you.  

“Are you... are we...” He looked so worried. You smiled and hugged Jisung then pecked his lips and took a line from Minho’s book. 

“Don’t think too much okay? We’re two friends that wanted to screw around and so we did. Did you like it?” Jisung let out a deep breath and laughed. 

“Fuck yes!” You smiled sweetly at him. 

“Good I did too, maybe we can do it again some time.” Jisung seemed much calmer seeing you so relaxed and after hearing you say that. 

“Absolutely!” He said, his smile beaming. 

“Good now I’ll see you this Monday for board game night. Tell Seungmin I said no Monopoly it makes Felix sad when he has to go to jail.” You pecked his lips one more time and left the studio. The Monday night game night ended up being chaos as usual. Since Seungmin couldn’t pick Monopoly he picked Life instead and when Felix lost his job and got a lawsuit he started to get those big sparkly anime eyes. You made a mental note to remind yourself to put salt in Seungmin’s next cup of coffee for making Yongbok sad. Chan who was sitting next to you during the board game, leaned over and whispered. 

“Don’t put salt in Seungmin’s coffee...” You giggled a little and whispered back. 

“How did you-” Chan laughed and his eyes scrunched up. 

“It’s practically written on your face. He found a loophole fair and square.” You pressed your lips together. 

“I’m not convinced. What about mayo in a donut?” Chan shook his head no. 

“Toothpaste in his orange juice?” Chan cringed. 

“Remind me never to make you mad.” You laughed. 

“Oh yea! I almost forgot! We got a couple new pilates machines set up in the workout room now. Haven’t got to use them yet why don’t you come over tomorrow and we can check em out!” 

“Sounds good to me!” You looked over at Seungmin who was smirking as his eyes were zeroed in on poor Felix just as he realized he was getting divorced in the game. You leaned over to Chan and whispered again. 

“Oh that’s it me and Felix are baking him a batch of salted cookies together.” Chan laughed and shook his head.  

The next day you met Chan to do pilates as discussed. When Chan answered the door and saw you he lagged for a second. You were standing there in a sports bra and spandex shorts, hair pulled back, water bottle in hand. Chan of course was in his signature shorts and tank top with a pair of under armor leggings underneath in addition. He quickly caught up with his brain and moved aside to let you in. 

“Hey y/n! You ready?” You walked in bouncing on your toes. 

“Oh yea already did some stretching. I’m loosey goosey.” You bent over and touched your toes. Chan cleared his throat and tried to not look at your full round ass, unsuccessfully. You popped back up and so did Chan’s eyes. 

“So let’s check these things out. Maybe you’ll be able to bend a little easier with the machine’s help.” Chan nodded.  

“Maybe I guess we’ll see.” He led you to the room they designated for the gym equipment and when you walked in there were two pilates reformers set up right next to each other. You ran over to the first one. 

“Okay it’s super cool that you guys have these. Let's get going Channie boy, hop on.” Chan raised his eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes but giggled. 

“Get your head out of the gutter and get on your machine.” He laughed and his dimples appeared as he got onto the machine next to yours. You started with a few simple exercises first and Chan seemed to be keeping up okay. You tried one a bit harder and you could hear Chan starting to grunt, which did things to your body at the most inappropriate of times. You pushed those thoughts and feelings down and moved into another position that really bent and stretched you out. Chan screamed out dramatically in pain and let go flopping down on the machine. 

“Oh come on Channie we just started.” You stretched into the pose deeper. He was red and sweaty and the veins on his neck and arms were popping. Focus. 

“No way I can’t do that, I’m not bendy. I’ll just help you. You can spot me on weights later.” Chan winked at you and you felt your body betray you and flush again. Chan looked you over in your position. 

“Wow you’re really bendy!” You again tried to pull yourself together and started the next exercise. Chan placed his hand on your leg and helped you stretch and lean into the new pose while keeping you steady. His hand gently squeezed the soft flesh it held onto as your leg came back down. 

“I saw this really good stretch for your adductors. Move and get on like this.” He guided you to lay on your back, hips at the edge of the carriage, legs up, and bent at the knee. Then he grabbed the pully straps and helped you place your feet in them. 

“There now push into the straps on your feet.” You did. You grunted and you could feel the muscles of your inner thighs contract. You relaxed back into the resting position which you couldn’t lie didn’t leave much to the imagination with your shorts on, you just hoped they weren’t wet with all that moaning and groaning Chan was doing earlier. Suddenly Chan stepped over the side rail of the machine and was between your legs. He put his hands on the insides of your thighs and your whole body buzzed. 

“Push again.” You pressed into the pully straps and felt Chan squeeze as your thighs tightened. 

“You feel that?” His voice was an octave lower. You blushed and nodded, a little sweat starting to bead on your forehead. You relaxed and slid back into your original position and Chan’s crotch was perfectly lined up with yours. His hands slid from the insides of your thighs to the outsides and started massaging up and down, getting dangerously close to your ass each time. 

“I need to tell you something but I need to preface this something by first saying I’m not just a pervert or anything.” You scrunched up your face and looked at the position you were in and then him. 

“Yea okay but seriously.” You laughed and nodded. 

“Okay let the record reflect that Chan is in fact not just a pervert.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. 

“Just tell me what you need to tell me Channie.”  

“Okay so I was going through unnamed files on the computer at the studio and I came across one that was really long, which was weird. So I put my headphones in and clicked it and... well... it seems as though Jisung accidently hit studio record when you guys were uh...” Chan did not even need to finish the sentence you knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“Oh my fucking god you heard us!?” Your head thunked down on the carriage and your hands covered your eyes. Chan kept rubbing your thighs trying to reassure you. 

“No all of it! Well at least not at first.” You looked through your fingers as Chan stood nervously between your legs. 

“What do you mean not at first?” Chan bit at his plump bottom lip. 

“Well I went to click it off right? And I accidently skipped ahead and maybe might have heard your moaning.” You looked at him waiting for the rest of his explanation. 

“So you know I turned it off quickly after that but your moaning was echoing in my head after hearing it through my headphones. I’m not proud but I clicked it back on and listened to Jisung eat you out. Your moans were so fucking pretty and my dick has been rock hard every time I’m around you since and I just really want to taste your pussy and fuck you right on this machine, make you moan like that for me. Make you scream for me.” He slid his hands down your thighs again but this time he gripped your ass by the handful. You would be a bold-faced liar if you said your cunt didn’t clench and gush hearing Chan say those words and grabbing you. If your shorts weren’t ruined before they definitely were now. You were apprehensive regardless of how your body was reacting. 

“Chan I... I have to be honest Jisung isn’t the only one of the guys that I’ve... well... done stuff with...” Chan nodded.  

“I know baby girl you were with Minho.” 

“And Changbin.”  

“Oh.” You looked away embarrassed and covered your face not wanting to see how Chan was surely looking at you, waiting for the disgust and slut shaming that was sure to come. You had fucked or sucked three of his friends and now look at you, dripping and clenching for him. Chan leaned over you and pulled your hands away. 

“Hey, I don’t care if you’ve messed around with them. That’s none of my business. My business is here between these sexy legs.” Chan palmed and rubbed your pussy with his whole hand over your tight shorts and you let out a choked moan. 

“Should I stop?” You should say yes. You definitely shouldn’t be fucking a fourth friend but your brain wasn’t making the decicisons anymore. 

“No...” You said breathy as he pressed his fingers harder against your cunt rubbing you up and down slowly. 

“Don’t stop Channie.” He hummed and smiled. 

“You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy?” You nodded as you started panting. 

“Yes Channie.”  

“Mhm... you gonna let me fuck your tight little hole on this machine yea?” Your shorts were completely soaked with your juices as Chan rubbed your whole pussy faster. 

“Mmmm! YES CHANNIE! Want you to fuck me so hard on this!” Chan knelt down in front of your wet shorts he gripped the seam of them and ripped them apart exposing your perfect glazed cunt.  

“So fucking pretty, god damn baby girl, such a pretty little pussy. Needs cleaned though.” Chan’s tongue swiped through your folds. 

“Taste so sweet, sweet little cunt, gonna eat it so good.” Chan hooked his arms around your legs that were still suspended in the pully straps and started to go crazy on your pussy. Licking sucking slurping, he’d stop long enough to spred your pussy lips and spit on your cunt before rubbing it all over your clit hard and then diving back in and slurping on you more. You could feel his saliva and your arousal dripping down your ass. Chan’s tongue swiped lower collecting your juices and his spit and when his tongue gently brushed against your asshole you clenched hard. Chan’s grip around your thighs tightened. 

“You like how it feels when I lick your ass baby girl? Want me to eat that too you pretty little thing? Come here give me that tight little hole.” Chan let go of your legs and pushed your thighs back so your asshole and pussy were easily accessible. Chan spit on your sensitive pussy then on your asshole and started gently teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He was eye level with your cunt and saw how hard you clenched when he teased it. It egged him on and he started eating your ass with enthusiasm, licking a broad stripe from hole to clit from time to time, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves before tonguing your ass again. Chan’s fingers started teasing your clit as he continued to circle his tongue around your asshole and you came so hard you were screaming Chan’s name, thankful none of the other guys were home. 

“CHAN OH FUCK... CH-CHANNIE FUCK FUCK YES!” Both of your hands rested on Chan’s head and pushed his face against your ass and pussy harder. He fucking loved it he wrapped his arms around your legs again and was ravenous the way he continued to push you through your orgasm into overstimulation. 

“CHAN FUCK CHAN F- YOU GOTTA ST-FUCK GOTTA STOP!” He only hummed shaking his head no. He was hell bent on making you cum again. He slid two fingers inside of you and started pumping them deep and hard as he drank everything your dripping cunt gave him. He stopped eating your pussy long enough to coach and praise you. 

“Such a good girl, don’t squirm now baby girl fuck so good, taste amazing, can’t get enough of eating you. Want you to cum for me again baby girl, want you to squirt on my face.” He started sucking on your clit hard, pumping his fingers into you with precision hitting that detonate button inside you over and over again. He hummed as he sucked hard on your clit and you were glad your feet were in those straps. Your body contorted, your back arching as you came as hard as you ever had and started squirting. Chan finger fucked you harder slurping at your juices until your legs trembled in the straps. Finally Chan pulled off of you. You laid there chest heaving up and down legs shaking still being held up by the pully straps. Chan stood up, whipped his shirt off and wiped his face before tossing it then dropping his shorts, pants, and briefs all at once. He leaned over you and you could feel his warm hard cock press against your extremely sensitive cunt. He grabbed your sports bra and ripped it apart freeing your breasts which he immediately started sucking on as he continued to rub his throbbing cock against your slick folds making you twitch and shudder. He squeezed your tits and pushed them together. You laid there still in a haze from the mind-blowing orgasms. 

“Condom baby girl?” You just shook your head side to side. 

“B-I’m on... I’m on birth control.” Chan bit his bottom lip so hard he drew blood. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw baby girl?” You took another deep breath still trying to come down and nodded. 

Chan grabbed his cock and lined it up with your drenched hole. 

“Such a good girl letting me take her hole raw. I’m gonna fuck you so hard and then I’m gonna cum all over your cute fucked out little cunt.” You nodded and Chan slid his cock in and bottomed out in you immedetly. 

“CHANNIE!” He cooed at you. 

“I know baby I know shh shh, I said I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy hard and I’m going to fuck you hard.” He held onto your hips and started fucking you hard and deep, his hips slapping into your plump ass over and over as he railed you on the new pilates machine. 

“Tell me baby girl how’s that feel huh? You like the way my cock feels raw inside you?” You nodded babbling back to him unable to control the level of your voice and shouting. 

“Raw! YES RAW! Fuck me raw Channie! SO FUCKING GOOD CHANNIE! CH-CHANNIE I’M GONNA...” Your orgasm came out of nowhere as you continued to scream Chan’s name over and over. 

“God fuck yes squeeze my cock baby, cum all over it. I’m not done with you yet baby keep going.” He started teasing your clit and electricity buzzed through your whole body. The grunt that came from you was guttural as Chan pushed you past overstimulation again. 

“Can- ca-can't Channie fuck fuck I can’t.” Chan pushed sweaty fly aways out of your face and made you look at him. 

“You’re gonna.” With that Chan gripped your hips and started fucking you just as hard as he had been before. You laid there limp on that machine letting it hold your legs up for you at that point as Chan absolutely punished your pussy with his cock. 

“Next time you’re gonna let me fuck that tight little ass yea? Give me that little hole? FUCK have you ever been fucked in your ass baby girl?” You shook your head no unable to speak. 

“Oh you’ll be so tight baby I’d blow so fast, then watch you squeeze out my cum OH FUCK! You’d let me fuck your ass raw too right baby girl. Pump my cum deep in your ass and make you squeeze it back out.” Your whole body moved with his relentless thrusts, you nodded again. Chan spit on your pussy and then took four fingers and started rubbing them firmly and quickly over your clit as his cock filled you again and again, his spit and your juices dripping down his dick, your legs and ass. He rubbed your pussy as he fucked it hard and you started to squirt again. The moan that came from you turned into a whine and then just heavy breaths. Your cunt tried to force Chan’s cock out as you came hard but he held on to the base and kept shoving himself in deeper, again and again as your cum kept squirting out of you with each thrust. You were twitching, legs shaking, pulling at your hair and breasts. Chan’s hips started to falter. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it fast and hard right over your dripping swollen pussy.  

“Gonna paint this pretty cunt white... FUCK! Watch me cum on you baby, watch now watch me cum!” When you forced yourself to lift your head just to watch Chan cum on you he moaned and his cock twitched in his hand and he started coming. Stripes of his hot seed shot across your tummy and pussy lips and started to drip, Chan kept stroking his cock fast as more cum streaked across your slit and dripped down. He held on to his cock tightly and walked over by your face, presenting his it to you. 

“Suck it baby girl, get it all.” He put the tip of his dick in your mouth as you laid there completely fucked out again. You gently sucked on it collecting his taste and swallowing it.” Chan rubbed the tip of his cock across your pouty lips twitching and shuddering from his own overstimulation. You ran your fingers through the cum on your tummy and licked it off prompting Chan to run his fingers through your sensitive cunt and collect more before shoving three fingers in your mouth and making you suck them clean.  

“Come on, let’s go shower. Wanna see you wash that pussy real good for me and I’ll let you eat all my cum you want baby girl.”  

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I need for Eddie to meet the one and only Mr. Myers because I just know he wouldn’t understand how we talk to him without words and he’d be so lost!

Hiii lovey!! This makes me laugh just thinking about it because poor Eddie would be so lost and also concerned😂 I hope you enjoy this little convo and I had to bring back Ghosty and mentions of the other guys 💖

“Hey baby are you in..holy shit!” “Hey Eddie! Oh I’m sorry I forgot to tell you Mike was going to be here…he comes over every Friday morning for donuts.” “Mike?…you…you call him Mike?” “Yes? Oh god I’m the worst sorry Michael this is Eddie…Eddie this is Michael he’s been one of my closest friends for a while now…you’re right Mike sorry…he’s more like a brother at this point.” “Uh…uhm nice to meet you…Michael…Myers….” “Mike you can’t eat all the glazed one those are my favorite…..no don’t put it back now you already took a bite out of it…okay fine yeah I’ll take it.” “What’s happening? How…he’s not-” “he’s not what?” “Uh nothing…I didn’t…say anything…why is he looking at me like that?” “That’s just his face?…Michael do not touch that you know how coffee makes you all wonky.” “Uhm babe are we still-” “going to the pumpkin patch? Yes sorry let me go get my coat and put my shoes on-” “you’re going to leave me alone with-” “I’ll be right back…help yourself to a donut!” “Uh…uhm so…how…how is your…day going Mike?…sorry sorry I meant uhm…Michael…” “he’s not going to talk to you.” “Jesus Christ!” “Flattered but that’s not my name…nice to see you again nerd boy.” “Uhm yeah nice to…see you again Ghostface…anyone else here that I should know about?” “No…just the usual suspects…Jason is in the backyard doing weird shit and Freddy is-” “Ghosty! What the hell? I told you stop sneaking in like some sort of weird stalker serial killer…use the front door like a normal person.” “Sorry…the window is just so much more fun…where are you two off too? Mike what the fuck? You took a bite out of every single donut you asshole.” “The pumpkin patch…and don’t talk to him like that it’s rude…ready Eddie?” “Yes yes I’m ready…let’s go..please.” “Have fun nerd boy…have her home on time I’ll let big Mike handle you…right Mike?” “Yeah yeah she’ll be home on time….” “Bye Ghosty…bye Mike…yes yes I have my purse and my phone don’t worry…love you have a good day! Don’t let Freddy get into trouble.” “I’m not his fucking babysitter…that’s Jason’s department…come on Mike let’s go see what’s new on HBO….yes you can bring the fucking donuts….”

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Tidbits from a week visiting with family (I’ve been here since Tuesday night and won’t leave until next Tuesday)

-I forgot how humid Michigan is I am dying. It was 70% humidity here and I am just dripping. Also my mom leaves the ac set to 78 so sometimes I start sweating just sitting inside which is something I no longer tolerate in my own house (my parents have more than enough money to lower the wc but my mom grew up poor and thus is aggressively frugal)

- my mother got me my favorite kind of donuts

- I’ve always kind of been the spoiled baby of the family which was delightful when I first would visit after college but i haven’t figured out how to shift the dynamic now. My brother and his gf will always cook dinner one night when they here and sometimes will but truthfully would rather not (I like that visits home have always been for extended potatoe time) but I don’t like being shown up by my brother and I want my mom to not have to do everything

- my dad is really struggling with his health. He has Parkinson’s and he’s been slowly declining for years now but he was hospitalized with a uti back in June and just hasn’t really recovered. He no longer even leaves his room for meals and has a commode in his bedroom. He does leave the house roughly once a week for his doctor appointments and pt but otherwise basically just goes from bed to chair to commode.

- my mother has switched from taking hour long walks around the neighborhood to doing the exercise bike down stairs to not be too far from him too often (though she does still go to church and the grocery store)

- I worry about how much my mom is a full time care taker and how hard it is for my dad to slowly loose his independence

- my mom went to a wedding and got my brother to come stay with my dad. They didn’t ask me. And like my brother is unemployed and has no pets or real responsibilities or obligations so it makes sense to ask him. And my dad often needs help with tolieting and maybe it’s easier to have your same gender child help. Or he just seems more helpful. It’s obviously easier for me to not come back and stay and caretake but I also feel bad for not

- they changed all the chairs out at church and it was very unsettling

- my brother quick mid “poetry for neandthrals” game today, a game simile to taboo but you can’t use multi syllable because he couldn’t think of good enough clues and his gf wasn’t guessing things good enough. This man is 34 years old. He also is the worst manplainer of anyone I’ve ever interacted with it and constantly tries to talk as though he’s the smartest person in the room and how it’s so sad that most people can’t be bothered to think this deeply. While he’s never worked a full time job or done anything of note 🙄 he does at least do the dishes every night we’re here. And to his credit he is often correct about whatever theory for the board game he’s currently going on about but he is absolutely insufferable about and has zero tolerance for anyone getting anything wrong ever which makes him obnoxious to play with.

- I’ve knitted half a sleeve of my sweater finished two books, slept 9-10 hours every night, eaten all the cookies and yummy snacks my heart could desire so it’s not all bad.

- and helped my mom set up the new computer, got the printer back online and transferred her files over (though it did take me several tries oops) so I haven’t been a complete potato

- anyway being home is weird

[iguessitsjustme]

I Saw You In My Dream Ep 3&4 Thoughts

It is so hot and I am so tired but that will not stop me from my liveblog. I can probably only watch one episode but maaaaybe I can squeeze in two. *eats donut* Let’s go. Under the cut:

A trigger warning before the episode? Honestly that’s amazing. More shows do this please and thank.

Noisy neighbors go AWAY. It’s too hot to be noisy.

I am not a fan of Pan. If she’s only doing this because she wants to become famous like…that’s fine but that’s not gonna work out for her. She needs to be doing it for the love of it. Also her desire to be famous is stronger than her feelings for her boyfriend? She should have broken up with him long ago. Yu deserves better. He will get better. But something is definitely rubbing me the wrong way about her deciding to go on a dating reality show while she has a boyfriend, definitely before talking to him about it, simply because she wants to be famous.

This is so unbearably cute actually and it also doesn’t make me feel particularly sleepy AT ALL. Nope. No siree. Not me. Nope.

IT GOT CUTER WIHGKJDHGKJFHKGJH. Someone please tell me this moment has been giffed. I need it.

What is the age difference here? Because I do love a good age difference.

Now WHOMST is this random badminton player and WHAT will be the outcome of him hitting Ai with a birdie?

YU IS PEELING THE SHRIMP. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. YU IS PEELING THE SHRIMP FOR AI.

Oh no oh poor baby Ing. This hurts so deliciously. Pine away, my friend, pine away. Yo will be yours eventually.

Yeah Pan is actually the worst. She can go away now.

Levitating food ball? Is this a dream? What’s happening. I’m here for it.

Oh it WAS a dream. Less fun but okay.

Well this liveblog was short and I gotta watch episode 4 tonight because I don’t think I’ll be able to watch tomorrow so I’m just gonna jump right in. I probably won’t say much because I am so tired but I wouldn’t be able to sleep after that cliffhanger. You get it.

These two are too cute for their own good. Ai is so, so worried but refuses to admit it and Yu will just tease him about it forever.

Yeah. This is the face of a man in love. In love with Ai. Can’t believe that his wildest dreams are seemingly coming true. Because Ai worries about him. And jumps into the sea after him. And won’t go home unless he goes home. And has been so incredibly clingy lately. Yeah Yu is in love and nothing this show says or does (even giving Yu an ex) will convince me that Yu hasn’t had a crush on Ai for years.

Does the levitating mean it’s a dream that’s not going to happen? Or if it happens it’s not gonna be exactly how Ai dreams it?

Yo definitely knows something about Yu’s feelings the way he keeps hinting at those two but Ai is just starting to get feelings of his own so Yo has to be making his assumptions purely based on Yu, right?

Oh man I want to keep watching. But that’s not a good idea. I need to go to bed at some point. But this show is really hitting all the spots for me I think.

[remembertheplunge]

Two men with no choice but to be there

May 18, 1995

Donald had a stroke. He was too ill to talk to me tonight on the phone. Pat was there, caring for them both, Donald and his Mom. I said I’d be there Sunday AM for a visit.

May 21, 1995

Drove to Patterson to take Donald donuts and fresh flowers. He and his Mom were thrilled.

Donald now loses his hearing.

May 22, 1995. Monday

Talked with Donald tonight. He sounded drifty, floating. Yet, he was crystal precise as to fact and time. I told him that I was very concerned about his physical deterioration. His 84 year old Mom can’t care for him alone.

July 6, 1995

 My Mom said to me tonight “Don’t match up with a person with Aids again soon…I’m worried about your mental health.”

July 11, 1995. Tuesday

Los Gaviotas  Restaurant in Patterson threw a big 5 year anniversary party tonight. There I sat, writing my notes and enjoying the spray of events! Then on to Donald, and then to his Mom’s, and then back to Donald.

Donald sees men in his room One man is in a tank top. One looks like his boy friend. They are men who are not there, at least our eyes. They at times speak to Donald.

I’m so glad that Donald is in the hospital. He needs that close care. But, how much longer must he endure this?

July 14, 1995

Sweet time with Donald. Such an alone experience. Two men with no choice but to be there (Donald and I)…one giving a back rub, one receiving it. I asked him “When all is gone, what’s left? What’s the meaning? He said He’d go to a gay bar in Stockton. (after death) I said “Where is the meaning there? He said “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” I said “ You have handled this so graciously. You are so kind (Donald now being nearly blind due to complications caused bt Aids),  He said “Oh great, I get the posthumous award?” I said “ Yea, a great thing!” A nurse wanted to show him pictures of her grand kids. He tried , but he could not see them. She, wearing her badge complete with Aids red ribbon, then proceeded to tell him what they looked like, what they wore.. Fuck the eyes! He’s got ears. As one nurse walked by laughing, he yelled out, catting around with her.

I massage him, especially his back. He loves that.

 Around 5pm, he started yelling for home. His Mom was there.The nurses and I tried to console him. This is home, as horrifying as it is.

July 16, 1995

I again didn’t visit Donald. 2 days away now. Poor dear thing. My whole soul and being however are with him. I just needed breathing space.

July 17, 1995

Sweet time with Donald tonight. He wants to die happy, meaning, with the knowledge that he will be remembered.

He feels abandoned now by friends and family and by and large , he has been abandoned. Yet, his Mom is very devoted. Pat was there tonight and Donald’s friend Bob showed up. Even in this advanced stage  of Aids, Donald wants to score!

July 18, 1995

A visit again with sweet Donald. He floats in and out of full and of partial hallucinations. He goes hot, then cold, in a minute.

July 28, 1995

Rodney died yesterday at 11am. Lots of gasping, per the nurse. Rodney’s Mom had just stepped out. The nurse ran to get her. His sister was not there. Donald and his Mom set feet away, in their space. Grueling beauty. Unspeakable. (Rodney was Donald’s Aids patient room mate. They were patients in the  Patterson hospital , where the last stage Aids patients in Stanislaus county were sent Note. 2/12/2024)

July 29, 1995

Donald said as I left today “You made me happy.” He made me happy, too. I had purchased a card for Rodney , his roomy who died. Donald’s Mom, his friend Randy and I signed it. So will the hospital staff. That meant a lot to Donald. And, I brought him flowers which he can’t see, but that he appreciates. His Mom can see them however.

White flowers for brevity of life and for peace.

[archiveoftara]

Dilemma

Part 2

Warning ⚠️ mild language

"God it's annoying."

You give a hard swing on poor Esmeralda.

"Girl, you okay?" Lucy asked.

"No, I'm not." You run your hands through your hair in frustration as you watch the lifeless sack of hay rolling on the floor. "It's been over 6 months and I can't figure him out." You confess to your best friend.

It's been quite sometime since you found yourself crushing over your clumsy hotshot boss.

"Maybe...he's shy?" Lucy tried to calm you. She hands you a bottle of water hoping it will wash down your anger.

"Shy? No Luce, you don't understand. I get weird signals from him. One minute he's the softest person in the world and the next he be getting onto my nerves."

"Why don't we just take a break? Lie down for a while?" Lucy sighed.

You groan but listen to her anyway. You slowly make your way to the kitchen when you find the cause of your frustration.

"I got snacks." Meet Anthony Lockwood, charming, reckless and the hot shot boss who's giving you mixed feelings.

You all grab a piece of donut when Lockwood takes it away. You raise your eyebrow at him.

"I can't believe I forgot! This has almonds and you're allergic." He frowns. "Here. I got you this."

He hands you a plate of your favourite pie and freshly brewed coffee.

You gasp "Lockwood you didn't have to.."

"Of course I do. Taking care of my employees is my ultimate responsibility, and it's something I take great pleasure in."

You gave him a weak smile and turned to Lucy.

"This is what I was talking about" you mouth to Lucy.

Ever since you stepped into Portland Row you've witnessed Lockwood's roof touching chivalry.

Example 1 : He always gets the door for you but he also gets the door for senior citizens too. So, he's just kind.

Example 2 : One time he brought you a beautiful scarf for Christmas but he also got everyone gifts so it doesn't matter much. Also he stated "It was on sale."

Example 3:  He took a bullet for you but he would do the same for others too as he loves being reckless.

He never mention his feelings but listens to your endless rants no matter how late it gets or how tired he is. He always offers his shoulder to you when you need a good cry.

It's annoying.

It's annoying to the point, sometimes you feel like a fool.

"It's unbearable. What should I do Luce?" You whine.

.........................................................................

"WHY DOESN'T SHE UNDERSTAND?"

George flinches as he see his best friend pacing the room.

Anthony Lockwood never lost his cool. He thought he was the best when it comes to handling his feelings but a certain girl was proving him wrong.

George takes a sip of his tea which turned cold, thanks to Lockwood's shenanigans.

"Why don't you confess to her?" He shrugs.

"That's ridiculous. I'm a total mess around her. My brain turns to a mush and I can't seem to form a coherent sentence."

"You're just being dramatic."

"I'm not. Remember last Christmas when I got her that scarf she'd been eyeing in the shop? I surprised her with it. And guess what I said?" He sighed. 'It was on sale.' Who says that to their crush?"

"Yeah, you are kind of hopeless when it comes to girls."

"When she looks at me with those big eyes, I completely lose my composure and turn into a puddle of jelly."

"What should I do George? I'm in a dilemma."

Next morning

"Lucy, we have to do something about those two idiots. I'm so tired of their nonsense."

"You're right George. I'm exhausted. Y/n's nonstop talking is driving me mad."

After a moment of silence George smirk "I think I got an idea."

............................................................................

"Are you sure this will work?" Lockwood ask as he fix his neck tie.

"It will if you don't fuck up."

George and Lucy arranged a romantic date in a fancy restaurant for their stupid lovesick friends. 

Anthony felt his hands sweating. He wasn't even this nervous when he fought his first visitor.

"I'm so nervous. What if she rejects me? Not like anyone can reject me as I'm extremely charming but we should keep all the possibilities in mind just-"

"Listen here, Lockwood," George pressed his forehead against his friend's, their gazes locked. "As your best mate for over a decade, I can assure you anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. You might be a total prick, but you're a true friend. I hate to admit it, but I'm glad you're my best friend."

"Are you guys done with your bromance?"

George rolls his eyes in response. "Is she ready?"

"Yes. She's almost done." Lucy chirped.

"Great. We'll stay close by. Don't fuck it up," George warned, his tone serious. With a gentle nudge, he added, "Go get your girl."

Hello friends, I know it's been ages since I wrote something. I have so many things to share. I'll share little by little each time I write. Thank you so much for reading this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll post the second part real soon. Love you xoxo

Word count: 878

[kidflashimpulse]

It's me, hi, I'm the overexcited rambler it's me

I gotta HURRY UP with this one before reading your new fic (which I'm so excited about!!) so here goes my thoughts on chapter 13 because LORD I loved it!!

First off, Jaime was such an incredible character to read!! Effortlessly fitting in until a certain donut-stealing speedster tags along who ruins it all in the course of minutes😂😂, I really wonder how Jaime's day-to-day life looks like with having to hide Khaji Da from his groupmates, I hope it's not too much trouble but knowing Jaime I doubt it

But also the dynamic you wrote between them was really interesting! Jaime is forever a Mom Friend who will do anything and everything to make sure his friends are okay, even if it means frustrating whisper-fights during class or accidentally bringing his best friend to tears. Both times because of bringing up Owen (brilliant, by the way), I'm really curious as to how and why and when Bart told Jaime about his brother if it is such a sensitive subject and what Jaime's reaction was since he obviously thinks it's very important.

(I'd also very much like to know what the photo of Jaime and Tye is)

ALSO I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE WITH THE CIRCUS TICKETS, THAT WAS NOT THE REMINDER I NEEDED BUT HERE WE ARE (poor Bart lost in space and time)

I still have so much to say but that would just be too much so I'll spare you (this time)

All in all, you delivered once again, and now I'm going to read your new fic!!

the return of an icon, the legend themselves

it’s like u said, knowing jaime, he’s just that kind of guy who’s long-suffering 😭😭 u knw (very relatable if u ask me) and he rlly is the mom friend ! i’ve always been trying to nail the exact phrasing and ur so right lol

about owen, it wasn’t a one and done kind of thing, it’s like some tidbits jaimes accumulated just by knowing bart for the past (what, 4 years?) but also knowing about his actual background from practically the get go. i always thought that it gives decent incentive for bart to be straightforward about his past and by talking the two can work through some of their respective things. so through a combination of offhand comments and just him out right asking he managed to gather some stuff. bart would talk about owen overcompensatingly casually but then with each conversation jaime starts to realise how he talks about owen compared to jenni is pretty different and some other context clues etc…

jaime and tyes picture is 100% from them fcking around at some point during the summer, totally wasted lol i’ll leave it up to yalls imagination on how stupid they could get 😭

the poor bart lost in space and time kills me 😭 it’s funny cause it’s true SDFGHjK

never worry about having to spare me, u could come here with an essay of thoughts and i’d eat up each and every single word, thank u so much for reading and sharing ur lovely commentary with us 🙏❤️❤️

i hope u enjoy the new fic !! <33

[fatfables]

Big Sir and Allen Gainsburg

I saw the best bellies of my generation destroyed by fatness, bulging hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the fast food streets at dawn looking for a hungry fix,

Jack felt like the gutter that he was dragging his fat ass through. He’d been wandering through the streets for six hours wondering when he’d find an open cafe. Wild with hunger and passionately hungover he thirsted for cake like a cock for ass. His bloated belly hung out from between his open plaid shirt, tightly constrained by his plain white tee, it was big, round and ballooned shaped. It bounced with every heavy step. He lit the last smoke of the pack as he plodded onto the Haight.

He’d already traipsed through the Mission, searched Union Square and the Wharf. Nowhere was fucking open. This city was a fucking killer to walk around. He preferred to travel the road by car. He dreamed of a day, far from 1955, when the city would be full of twenty four hour dinners and electrically powered personal mobility devices that would save a man from having to walk a single block up these hills. Maybe one day they would even deliver food to your door on such devices. His belly howled with hunger. Until he heard the jazz.

The sweet music of man trumpets was coming from a third floor window, “Bbrrraaaarrrpppp!” He looked up to the apartment window and heard a familiar voice.

“That was the sweetest one yet, man! Fruitier than a tangerine dream!”

It was Lawrence Spaghetti. 

“Hey Lawrence! Let me in, man! I’m dying out here!”

“Is that Flapajack I hear?”

“Yeah man, It’s me! I’m starving! I’ve been out here all night!”

“”Ok man, we’ll let you in.”

The apartment was littered with food wrappers, beer cans, and cigarette butts that had been discarded on the carpet. Two heavily obese young men and one older one were splayed out half-comatose across two filthy sofas. Lawrence had laid himself down, legs akimbo, on one sofa. The other sofa was full of Will and Allen. The former was dressed smart in an ill-fitting suit that busted at the seams. The latter was humongous, a real beached whale, with long greasy black hair, geeky glasses, an unkempt beard, and manner.

Jack spoke to Will.

“I’m so fucking hungry, man. Please tell me you guys have the good stuff?”

“Giant cocks spunking puke jizz over the poor naked wild boys I didn’t alien rape in Tangiers kill my wife”

“You can’t talk to him, man. Too much cake, too far gone, tooo much cake.” It was Lawrence who spoke. “You wanna hit, man?”

“Naked twitching anuses flabby mexican boys”

“Ya see? Lost in cake.”

“I’ll take a hit, thanks man.”

Lawrence poured two pounds of cake mix into the bong Jack inhaled it in one go.

“Woo, I needed that!”

Lawrence reloaded Jack sucked down crazy clown circus entangled in intestines. Belly belonging bloat balloon

Queesy queers quack as they quaff quazy amounts of quirkus animals shut up will. Will’s buttons pop like whizzing bullet towards wife head belly burst open all to see cake will too much

“America make better us liberal food portions us” said Lawrence.

“You guys are way ahead of me,” said Jack as his stomach rumbled.

He went to the kitchen and found quazy amounts of cookies, chips and cake. He snorted a line of chip dust dick twitch and donut dope 

nose hair wibble wobble ass fat jiggle joggle

Will Lawrence comfy sleep anus mouth jizz tasty fat fat fat leaky ass fat millions of american youth love cock pound hard shirt lift torn belly Norman Rockwell bloat ass strain wide gap thunder fart face breath cum taste wild boy inflate guts rectal explosion yes 

Jack was now satisfied, horny and full, He sunk into the sofa next to Allen

“It always makes me hungry to love the bloat somehow- hate's so easy compared.”

“Big Sir,” said Allen, “I’m with you in Fatland where you’re fatter than I am”

Allen had eaten enough to transfer to another gastral plain. He was only aware of Jack due to the closeness of his circumference to his circumcision. Moluch! He shouted. No, they're all gone. I ate the last of them said Jack stomach pounding bursting full.

Bear beard bloated madness. Wild boys no Will asleep. 

Moloch! Moloch!  Fat party apartments! invisible sloburbs! swollen treasuries! blind capital gains! Demonic fast food industries! anal nations! Intestine gaseous madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous ass bombs!

Sshhh! Jack, calm Allen, mouth cock belly face. Fatter tomorrow cake mix hit more consume inhale groan stretch belch cake mix hit girth wound hard soft flab cake mix hit inhale digest pain cake mix hit inhale growth bloat boat belly sail wind champagne cake hit mix inhale large tank fire power face hit take inhale drown stream burst banks cake mix hit inhale monstrous digest intestines full cake mix hit inhale scream breath bong swell burst balls take hit inhale

Jack sleep Allen ass fat face Allen: who balled after breakfast in the dinner times in restaurants and the grass of public parks and bakeries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,

Sleep wild boys feast all night America boys fat future lazy safe scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may. 

home is where your ass is

[yellowwithalisp]

Hidden Immunity Chapter 4

You are a simple S.T.A.R.S member just trying to live your life. But your past keeps finding ways to make you scream in the dark….

(Sorry for this chapter taking a bit longer again! Wekser x reader requests are still open!!) ( WARNING!!! this chapter does contain lime that goes into a lemon, do not read if you are not over 18. This is your warning - Yellow 💛🌻) (Final count- 6,072 words.)

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 - 𝙰 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎. (𝙸 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸'𝚖 𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚄𝚙)

🖤🔪▪ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚡 🥀🖤▪ 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜~ 🖤▪ 𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚂.𝚃.𝙰.𝚁.𝚂 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎: 𝚁.𝙿.𝙳. 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕: 𝙲𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎: 🖤🔪▪ 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 🖤🔪▪ 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. @bisexualforestfire (Send in a ask asking to be added if you want to be added to the tag list!)

Wesker came out of his office a few times before he left for his meeting with the chief. It was still early so people wouldn't start coming in till after Wesker got back from the meeting. I made my way over to the item storage to grab a few files. I walked back over to my desk. I sat down as I heard the office door open and Barry walking in.

"Good morning Barry."

I said as I glanced over to him as I held some files in my hands, Barry grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. He lifted up his head and waved at me. He held a wet umbrella in one hand and started to take off his coat with the other. Barry shifts normally didn't start till later on, he was one of the last one to clock in for work. It was a bit odd but maybe he just picked up some extra hours.

"Morning (Y/n)."

He said through another yawn, setting the umbrella down on his desk and laying his coat over his chair. "Early morning?"

"Yeah, it's one of my kid's birthdays today. So I wanted to get off early to help finish things up for her party."

I smiled and nod my head at him. "Is there anything I could do to help?" He shook his head no. "My wife has it mostly done already. Your welcome to come over if you want?"

I smiled and nod. "Sure! You guys live by that old book store right?" He nods. "Yeah, but if I may request something." I raised and eyebrow as I watched him walk over to me. "Sure, what is it?" "Please, use your car for ones."

I let out nervous laugh as I close my eyes and looked up at him. "What are you talking about I- totally used my card to get here today!"

Barry gave me an amused look. "You do know that I arrive at the same time you and Captain did right? I saw you guys pulled in and walked in together. I was still in my car because I'd spit my coffee in my chair and was cleaning it up." I stared up at him blanking a few times.

"Were you the- only one who saw us walking together?" He humped, having a light smile on his face "Well, I saw you, Mr Larson saw you, and I'm pretty sure a few of the more early birds saw you too but besides that. No one else in S.T.A.R.S saw you two."

I let a sigh as I gently lowered my head and rest my forehead against a desk look. "I didn't even ask him to drive me there today! I left early to walk to go get the donuts and coffee and as I was at the restaurant I saw his car pull up! I don't even know how he found me?" "Maybe it's because it's the same donut shop we all go to to get the donuts and coffee. And maybe it also had something to do with the fact that practically everyone here knew that you were not going to drive for some reason today." My eyes shifted over to look up at him. "Look, it's not my fault I don't like driving in the rain! I'm much more comfortable and used to driving in the snow. I'm not exactly from a spot where we get lots of rain!" "Well, a poor decision to move to Raccoon City, because it never stops raining here!" Barry had a soft smile on his face As I slowly sat back up. "Well, I can't exactly say that. Before my wife and I married. I tried convincing her to move somewhere warmer. But she was born and raised here. And that's where she wants to spend her days." I smiled up at him as he smiled talking about his wife.

"By the way, how is driving in the snow easier than the rain?" "Well, surprisingly once you've been put in Minnesota for a couple of years. You get used to driving in it." He seemed to shiver at the mention of the states. "I have family up there I know how bad the roads can get. Doesn't help when people up their drive like there's no ice or snow on the ground." I smirked slightly up at him. "Not a big fan of snow?"

"Rain, I can tolerate. Constantly shoveling out my driveway. Then going home from work to come back with it completely filled again? Not so much. At least I can pay the girls to shovel it out." I as I was slightly happy to live in an apartment building where I didn't have to do that. "Speaking of the girls. What should I get them?" "Well, the birthday girl loves horror novels for some reason. If you can find one for kids that'd be great." I nod in my head as I turn to boot up my computer. "It's a good thing you live next to an old bookstore. What about the other one?"

"Get her any kind of new music and she will love you." I smiled as the computer turned on and I grabbed a folder to get ready for the workday to begin. "Books and music, shouldn't be too hard."

Berry chuckled as he puts his hands into his pockets as he looked at me. "By the way. I should tell you that everyone here bet on who would pick you up today." I turned to my chair and looked up at him before rolling my eyes. "What is it with everyone here and making bets?" He shrugged. "Not too sure, it was mainly the younger ones that did. I just sat back and watched." I pushed my chair back to face my computer and sighed. "Who won?" "Jill and Rebecca." I turned my chair back again to look at him. "Jill and Rebecca?" "Yeah, Rebecca convinced her to bet on the captain." Of course, it was Rebecca, why was I not surprised? As Barry and I continue to talk Joseph walked in waving his hand before shaking his head like a puppy to get the water off his head. He pushed back the wet red bandana over his head and smiled at us. "Hey! You two were here early!" "It was my turn to get the food so I had to get here early." He blanked before looking over at Barry quickly.

"Who did it."

"Captain."

"Agh!!"

He let out an annoyed sound as he threw his hands in the air. "That's the last time I agree with Redfieldon bets!"

Barry smiled as I just looked confused over at Joseph. "Who did Chris say would get me?"

"We bet on Jill."

"Jills off today."

Barry said blankly as Joseph looked annoyed. "Wha-she is?!"

"Why do you think she and the people who actually read the schedule laughed when you two agreed on her?"

"Really?!"

"Even Richard didn;t have the heart to tell you two."

I couldn't help but laugh two of them talked. Joseph pinched the bridge between his eyes as he slowly stumbled back to his desk and sat down in his chair. "Stupid Chris not reading the schedule.." "You didn't read the schedule either!" I said as Barry and I both smiled. "Maybe next time do that before making bets on who's going to be here the next day!" Barry tagged in with a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah! You two don't need to rub it in anymore!!"

Our Smiles only grew wider. "Oh- just wait till Forest gets here! He's neeevveerr going to let you hear the end of this!" "Agh!! I don't want to think about what the "perfectionist" is going to say!"

Kenneth and Rebecca both entered the room at the same time. They were talking about medical stuff as Joseph turned his head to see who entered the room. Kenneth smiled at us as Joseph leaned back into his chair more. Pushing his bandana over his eyes and placing his arms behind his head. A grumpy look on his face. Kenneth glanced over and chuckled as Rebecca walked over and sat down by me. Barry walked away and stated to talk to Kenneth as Rebecca smiled at me.

"Sooo?"

"So?"

I asked as I looked over at her. Joseph let out an annoyed sound as Rebecca turned her head to glance at him before smiling victoriously.

"That's why you should have read the schedule Joseph!~"

She sang as Joseph lifted up the red bandana slightly to glare at her before moving it back to cover his eyes.

She's stuck out her tongue at him before turning back in her chair to look over at me. I let out a smile and laugh. "What is it with you guys and just constantly making bets around here?"

"It's fun seeing the boys make stupid bets."

She said in a slightly sarcastic tone as I close my eyes and smiled. "But you guys never do it when I'm here! I can't just keep hearing stories when the boys make stupid decisions! It's more fun seeing them make the stupid decisions!"

"We can hear you!"

Joseph shot from his desk as Rebecca and I let out a laugh. Enrico walked in and immediately scolded Joseph for yelling complaining that half the building could hear him or at least anyone in the hallway passing by. Joseph immediately stops slouching and pushes the bandana back up quickly sitting back up in his chair. The others members of S.T.A.R.S were starting to arrive in the office slowly. Rebecca and I smiled at each other before we both started to get to work. The captain was supposed to give us a debriefing on an upcoming mission later on today and we both wanted to get some work done before that happened. o I started to get to work on some old logs I still needed to get done and turn in as Enrico walked up to my desk from his worn and let out a soft cough. I looked up at him and tilt in my head to be confused as he had a folder in his hand and handed it to me. "I heard you're an expert in sloppy handwriting translations?"

I let out a soft laugh as I took the folder and open it up. "I'm assuming this is meant to be Edward's reports from your guys's last mission?" "That's what it's supposed to be." I nodded and close the folder, setting it on my desk. "Let me finish a few of my reports and I can see how much of it I can translate. He nodded. "Appreciate it." I smiled, Rebecca paused at her writing as she reached over and grabbed the folder, opening it. "I wonder who has the worst handwriting? Chris, Edward, or Brad?"

The three of us were silent for a moment before a simultaneously- five out of the six people in the room at the same time said, Chris. Kenneth just let out a hum and keep to himself and the medical files.

"I don't know how you do it. English is your second language, you think it'd be harder to translate this stuff?" Rebecca said as she closed the folder and placed it back on my desk as Enrico walked away back to his own desk and sat back down. "It was at first. But I've just grown used to it. Somehow?"

It went silent for a bit as we got back to work I heard Kenneth asking Barry about his kid's birthday. I smiled as he both talked about their kids proudly.. It must be nice, having parents to celebrate your birthday with. Not like mine were around anymore. The only family I have left is my uncle.

I haven't seen him in a long time. Not like it's a good thing to see him. It normally meant that something bad was about to happen. People can tell we're related by our hair color. But people tend to stay away from big tall angry Russian. The last time I saw him was on the night of-

"(L/N)."

I blinked as I was scared out of it with Wesker standing in front of me. I looked around to see others started to clock in. Wesley stood in front of my desk with a folder in hand.

"Um, isn't that. . . Chris's?"

"I needed this retyped asap."

He said as he placed the folder down beside me before walking off. I looked confused as I picked up the folder and opened it. What was with me and translating bad handwrit-

Holy crap.

How did Chris's handwriting somehow get even worse than before? And I thought the last few reports were bad. This is- this is just chicken scratches!? It's no wonder why Wekser handed it off to me. He normally hates it when I do other reports and stuff. But in this situation, I guess you have to understand what you're reading. It would make sense to just read Jill's copy for the reports but he probably needs both copies for some reason. Eventually, All of the S.T.A.R.S members arrived and started to work. I started to get to work on translating Chris's latest reports. A bit later Brad walked up to grab some coffee and donuts when he stopped and stared at it like it grew arms. Chris's desk was nearby as he looked up from his own work and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong Brad? You look like you just seen a ghost."

"Did did anyone take Captain's donut?"

"What? No. Why?"

"Because it's not there."

Chris blanked, his face looking more confused as he slowly stood up.

"What do you mean it's not there!?"

"I mean it's not there! It's not in the box!"

"What do you mean it's not in the box?! Of course it's in the box!"

"No!! Seriously! Look it's not here!"

A few of the other members perked their heads up at the conversation. Rebecca's eyes widen as she nudged me with her elbow. I flinched slightly at her nudging me and looked over at her confused before she pointed to the box of donuts. I turned my head to look over to see Chris and Brad looking confused at the box before they argued back and forth.

"Dude this isn't funny-"

"-what do you mean this isn't funny?! you think I did this!"

"How else will the donut not be there?!"

"I don't know what do you think- I magically planned to throw away the donut secretly to win the bet!"

"Well, it's not there!"

I got up from my desk and walked over to the two arguing with my hands in my pockets. "What's going on?" I asked as I looked over at the box before stopping in my tracks. Blinked a few times. Rubs my eyes. And blinked again.

". . . . The captain's donuts gone."

"The one you got him is gone!"

"We all put his donut in the same spot and it's gone!"

I said as Chris and Brad quickly looked over at me.

"No fucking way. . ."

Brad mumbled before Chris facepalm and let out a cry.

"Ahhh!! Man! I never gonna win any of these bets am I?!"

Some of the others just focused on their work as people slowly walked over to put their money in the jar as Rebecca walked around with it before placing it on my desk. I smiled nervously before holding my hands out.

"H-hold on now, we don't know if he was the one who took it."

Brad raised an eyebrow as he put his hands on his hips.

"What? We just look through his trash to find out?"

I gave him a side-eye. "You think he would let any of us do that?" He shrugged before he walked back to his desk. Chris turned to face me and pat my shoulder. "Well, if it does turn out to be true- congrats!"

I looked up at him before closing my eyes and smiling. "Too soon to celebrate Chris." I mumbled as he just pat my shoulder again. "Hey! You could have won! Think about it! Bragging rights!"

"Bragging right about having the captain eat the donut I got for him…?"

He smiled sheepishly as he nod. "Yeah- something like that!" I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Go back to work, Redfield. Actually wait- no- Go back to working on penmanship and making it readable." He looks slightly offended "Hey! My penmanship is readable!" "Yeah, for a chicken."

"Oh come on! Don't talk about Brad's handwriting like that."

""Hey!!" Brad shouted annoyed crossed the room before Enrico shhed him. Chris and I looked over at Brad. "Don't suppose you would be volunteering to look to see if the captain ate the donut?" "I don't have a death wish-wait!! Maybe you can do it! He won't kill you!" "And why would he not kill me?"

Bard shrugs. "Seems like you more- or. Tolerate you more than the rest of us?"

"Right, and this had nothing to do with you being the chicken of the team?"

Chris added as Brad glared over at him as he walked back to his own desk. Brad yelled at him as I made my way back to my own desk to work on finishing translating Chris's report to bring back to the captain. I was honestly surprised that he had to come out of his office he had to tell us all to be quiet. Maybe he was listening in? Who knows. I got both of the captain's paperwork translated and printed them out before I Enrico's back to him first before going over and knocking on the captain's door. I didn't hear a response right away before I heard a muffled. "Come in." Before nothing else was said. I opened the door and walked into the office before closing it behind me Wesker was hanging up a phone before he turned his head to look at me it was hard to tell exactly where he was looking with the sunglasses on. I walked over to his desk and placed the folder on it. "I had the papers redone that you requested of me, sir." The folder had both the original version and then the version I translated in it. Wesker didn't say anything as he leaned forward and grabbed the folder before opening it up and flipping the original paper over and started reading the translated one. I shifted around slightly as I waited for him to dismiss me. My eyes looked around the room before I remember what happened earlier and silently glanced down at his trash before quickly looking back up. Like I was about to be caught doing something I wasn't meant to do. There was a wrapper for the donuts and the trash. The captain actually took the donut and ate it.

I quickly looked down at my feet as my mind wandered. I actually won the bet. That was definitely something I didn't expect to happen today. I always thought someone like Jill would end up winning. At least with the money I can buy some more ammo for target practice, or other things. I thought of what other stuff I could use the money for before the snap of Wesker's fingers brought me back. I flinched as my eyes quickly looked back at him. Crap- how long was I staring at him.

"Were you listening to a word I said (L/N)."

He asked harshly, a slightly annoyed tone could be heard in his voice. I nervously looked at him. "Sorry, sir. . . I was. . . Wasn't paying attention, sir."

"I noticed."

He said coldly as he closed the folder and placed it on his desk.

"Am I to expect that you didn't hear my question as well, (L/N)."

"N-no sir. . ."

I mumbled as my eyes shifted to my feet. I heard him lean slightly forward in his chair, placing his elbows on his desk and resting his chin on his hands.

"I expect such nonsense from Redfield or Vickers (L/N). Am I clear."

"Y-yes sir."

He leaned back and folded his hands into his lap. Staring at me from behind his glasses.

"Do tell me what was so… Distracting to you, (L/N)."

"It was nothing sir- It won't happen again sir."

"Be sure that it doesn't. Or you will be punished next time. Is that understood (L/N)."

My brain immediately thought of the worst thing as I quickly close my eyes and shook my head slightly to get the…. ' Punishment ' thought out of my head. My face heating up a bit.

"Yes sir. Understood sir."

He passed for a moment watching me before he left his hands up and dismissed me. I quickly turn and left the room shutting the door behind me quickly as I felt my face growing redder as my brain decided to feel my head more of punishment ideas that I should not be thinking of at work. Or doing at all with my Captain. I slowly walked over to my desk as Rebecca looked over at me. "Are you okay? Your face is red?"

"Yeah! yeahyeah I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just hot in here."

She didn't seem convinced but she let it go. "So? Did you win?"

Oh yeah. People were going to ask about that. I didn't know exactly what to say so I slowly nod my head. "Yeah- I, surprisingly saw the wrapper in his trash with no donut in it."

Rebecca grinned as I heard other people in the room sigh. She got up and with a skip and her step, walked over the grab the jar of money and placed it back on my desk. "We have a winner, guys!~" She said proudly as she pointed to me. I shook my head and smiled as I heard some congratulate me and some just glade the dumb bet was over before looking down at my desk. I couldn't help but notice a red origami bird poking its head out from one of my desk drawers. I froze in my step, like a child knowing they were about to be caught doing something they weren't supposed to. Or a deer froze in headlights. I looked around nervously, seeing if anyone was watching me. To the normal eye, it was just an origami bird, but to me. I knew that it meant trouble. Trouble for me from my uncle. One of the few blood relatives I have left alive. But he would only contact me if I was in terrible danger. And for him to contact me out of the blue like this well, it wasn't adding up to just be a simple hello no, no. This was a courtesy call from him. He knew I walked away from both my mother and my others side of the family. Knew I wanted nothing to do with the "Family job". And he agreed to only contact if needed.

So slowly, I reached out and pulled the drawer out just enough to free the bird before moving a few of my books to my desk to hide them from view. Unfolding it slowly, it only had a few words written on it- but even so, those words sent a cold chill down my spine. As if I had just received a death threat or blackmail. This was much worse.

Не доверяй Вескеру. Which translated to, don't trust Wesker.

I stare down at the red piece of paper and confusion. I didn't talk to my uncle anything about my life now. I didn't even contact him. There was absolutely no way he knew I was working in the police force or at S.T.A.R.S. There was no way that Wesker was ba! The captain is a good person. He stood to the chief for me when he first had me for the interview. He saved my life and other S.T.A.R.S members lives on missions. He's a good leader! He's not someone to just not trust for no reason? I crumpled up the red piece of paper angrily before tossing it back into the bottom drawer of my desk and closing it shut. Thankfully Rebecca seemed too busy with her work to notice. I felt sick, I felt as if my stomach was trying to claw itself out of me. A sinking feeling filled me up like I was about to be scolded by my father. My vision started to shake, I remembered the last time I spoke to my father. It wasn't a good memory. It ended up with my uncle saving me from a burning building with no survivors but me. And me with a permanent scar on my upper arm of a bite mark. The night kept replaying in my mind constantly on a loop. As if I was reliving it over, and over, and over again. Blood. Blood, blood, blood, blood. So much blood. Screaming voices, crying voices, dead voices. The way the flame seems to engage the building, the way the flames seem to melt the flesh off of the dead bones. My mother desperately tried to pull me to safety. My dress got caught in some of the debris on the floor. I heard so much screaming. I hear so much screaming. It sounds so fresh in my mind- as if it just happened. My heart raced my heart beat in my ears. Blocking out any sounds of any of my concerned coworkers. My vision was shaky, and my breath quickened. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. As if the memory was consuming me entirely. It was a long before I started seeing black and I passed out. Somehow that didn't stop the memory from playing on a loop. It haunted me into my dreams.

💛🌻-

I don't know how long I was out for. I almost expected to wake up in bed, hoping the whole thing was a dream. But instead of a comfy bed, I felt as if I was lying down on a hard surface as my eyes slowly open. Everywhere around me was still blurry as I blinked a few times. Moving my hands to rub my eyes before I slowly open them again… Huh, that's odd. My bedroom looks like the captain's office.

𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔-

I quickly scrambled to sit up. Apparently, there was a jacket on me keeping me warm that fell off of me and onto the floor when I did that. Oh, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 that was the captain's jacket- I turned around and looked at the Captain's chairs expecting him to be sitting there staring at me only to find it empty his office door was open slightly. I heard voices outside of it. Sounded like the captain was talking to Rebecca and Kenneth.

"We're still not sure what triggered it, sir."

"She was just sitting next to me working and the next thing I know- she collapses."

I slowly managed to get off of the captain's desk and pick up his jacket that was on the ground. Walking over to his coat hanger and hanging it back up before listening in.

"No one saw anything that could have triggered it?"

"No sir we were all working."

I tried my best without being seen to lean in to hear more when the door suddenly was pushed open. I stumbled back and fell to the ground before Wesker's shadow loomed over me. Wesker was looking down at me as Rebecca and Kenneth looked over his shoulder.

"(Y/N) you're awake!"

Rebecca said as I slowly pushed myself up off the floor. Wesker never took his eyes off of me. "How are you feeling? what happened!?" Rebecca asked if she frantically pushed him aside and started looking me over. Kenneth stood next to Wesker who still hadn't taken his eyes off of me. "I'm okay! Really! I just took a little nap."

"A little nap- (Y/N) you passed out!? You fell out of your chair and hit the floor!"

"I'm a… Heavy sleeper?"

No one in the room believes me. Rebecca grew more worried. Kenneth raises an eyebrow….. And Wesker… Never took his eyes off of me. Not for a single moment. Rebecca puffed her cheeks out slightly before she put her hands on her hips. "I'm forcing you to stay home for a few days." "Wha- No Rebecca I'm fine! It was just a small nap!" "Collapsing onto the floor and hitting your head is not a small nap." Kenneth added as Wesker was silent. He finally said something as everyone looked over at him.

"(Y/N). You are being ordered to stay at your house for the next 3 to 4 days. Resting."

"S-sir honestly! I-I'm fine- it was just-"

"-𝐈𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫."

It was almost as if the air in the room grew cold. His voice is cold as ice that shivers down my spine and body as I stared up at him. Almost as if he was talking to me only in his office. Using a voice that should have been used only when you were alone with him. Almost as if Kenneth and Rebecca weren't in there and his mind. But just him and me. Rebecca opened her mouth to say something but Kenneth gently grabbed her hand and let her out of the office. Closing the door behind him. Leaving me and the captain truly alone now. I stared up at him as he slowly approached me. The sound of his footsteps walking toward me filled the room as I walked back. Stopping with my back hit his desk

"I thought I ordered you. The last time we were like this. To rest. Is that not what happened."

He said coldly as my body shivered. He walked up to me placing both of his arms on his desk and pinning me to the middle. Leaning slightly closer to me. To the point where I can see his eyes through the dark reflection of his glasses. He was staring directly into mine not looking anywhere else but at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He slowly pulled his arms off his desk and leaned back. Taking a step back and reaching over the grab his coat that I hung back up.

"Grab your things. We're leaving."

He said slowly as I quickly nod my head. Looked at the ground as I made my way out of his office and to my desk, grabbing my things. He exited his office right after me with his coat on and keys in hand as he locked his office doors. Saying nothing at all. I didn't say anything as I quickly walked up to him as he walked out of the S.T.A.R.S office, with me quickly following behind him. Everything seemed like a blur as we walked down the hallway. Towards the end of the hall where I normally would go down the steps to sign out. He strongly grabbed my hand and took me away from the steps and took me to the parking garage, not letting me go sign out. And not saying a single word at all. My face immediately grew red as he pulled me to his car forcefully. I'd never seen him like this. No one has seen him like this and I just don't know 𝚠𝚑𝚢 I'm seeing him like this. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. This was definitely something but still, he walked over to my side of the car and open the door for me. I slowly got in and sat down. Buckling up as he closed the door behind me, walked over back to his side of the car, and got in closing the door. It was silent. He didn't even turn on the car radio after he turned the car on. He immediately put the car in reverse and looked back as he was pulling the car out of the parking lot.

I blanked in the next thing I knew he put the car parked by some buildings. I looked around confused before I turned my head about to ask him what was going on when I was silenced by him kissing me. My whole body jumped my mouth opened up in surprise as I felt him shoving his tongue forcefully into my mouth. I only could let out muffle sounds as he leaned in more. Kissing me deeper as he moved to place one hand on the glass window, and another lifting up my chin. Letting out a deep growl as a hungry kiss me. I didn't know what was going on I felt my eyes flutter closed as I started kissing him back. His tongue was hungry pushing against mine. fighting for dominance in my mouth. He moved his hands, but he didn't take his mouth off of mine as he started undoing the buttons on his jacket before taking it off, rolling the jacket off of his shoulders. He started to immediately unbutton his work shirt quickly as he pulled his lips off of mine for a second. A heavy strand of saliva connecting both of our lips dangled off for a moment before he quickly moved back in and kiss me again. My eyes immediately closed again as we made out. His hands now move to my own shirt and start to unbutton it. Getting the buttons undone and rolling it off of my shoulders. His hands slowly made their way behind my back to my bra strap. Snapping it before pulling my bra off of me. He broke the kiss and started kissing my jaw, then my lower ear, and all over my neck. Kissing, sucking, biting it. killing and nibbling all around my neck before moving right next to my jawline on my neck and biting down hard. I felt some blood roll down my next as he broke skin. He was sticking on it, biting it, nibbling on it. Eating the spot before he slowly pulled back. His warm breath on my neck drove me crazy. I was panting as I felt one of his hands slowly move lower to my crotch, starting to rub over my clothing. I leaned my head back and moaned into his neck. Barring my face into his neck as he moved his fing-

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐏!!!!

My eyes widen as my body jumps to the sound of a car horn beeping loudly. I quickly set up and looked around. I was in Wesker's car. Fully dress as Wesker was driving. Also fully dressed and currently beeping the car horn loudly as the car in front of us was apparently not paying attention and almost hit us. One of his arms was reached out in front of me keeping me from slamming my head into the dash. I blinked as I felt my heart racing in my throat, my face quickly grew red. Was all that a fucking dream? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 what my brain decides to dream about after having a panic attack. My captain fucking me and his car!? Wesker snarled, grumbling something directed to the driver of the car that almost hit us with a glare on his face. I blinked as I looked over at him as he slowly pulled his arm back from in front of me and place it back on the steering wheel. He didn't look over me as he started driving again. I slowly moved back into the seat as I turned my head and looked at my feet. I don't know how much that was a dream. Or if the whole thing was a dream. It didn't feel like a dream, to begin with, but I thought about it and it was probably… A dream the whole time. Which means he carried me all the way to his car and was now driving me back to my apartment. That thought did not help my face from turning even redder.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈…"

I flinch when I heard him finally speak. That familiar ice tone for my dream come back. It made my body shiver.

"𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. (𝐘/𝐍)."

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𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘮, 𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘦.

𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯