#good hair day purrrr

[nearsighted-calliope]

Tagged by @justastheyplayoursong for a selfie 🩷☺️✨️ hi bookworm...always love seeing you on the dash!! 😉

♡ bright-eyed & bushy-tailed

♡ good morning ☀️☕️

@ you and you and you 🩷🩷🩷

[zolaniii1]

Long day

(Inspo)

Praise knk go purrrr

And sometimes being a good domme is know when your sub had a bad day where absolutely everything went wrong. They got in trouble at work, dropped their lunch, lost their walet and wasnt able to hear from you all day which was the icing on the shit cake.

And sometimes all they need is to just please you just to hear the praise just to know theyre doing something right but a bit of comfort too.

And sometimes you let them lay with you sucking wildly on your breast moaning with their eyes rolling back at the way you caress their head closer muffling the sounds of your moans as they finger your pussy spreading the lips to get more access only to go back to your clit and rubbing until you cum delaying their own pleasure just hoping once youll call them a “good boy” its all the praise they need. “Does it feel good” theyll whine into your breast but its completely muffled since they just cant remove their mouths.

“please mommy tell me im doing a good job” They dont care how long they have to finger fuck you either theyve been hard and rutting into the mattress this whole time anyway.

and sometimes they start to get feral for praise holding you tighter to them, skin to skin pushing their fingers deeper into you loving the way you clench on their fingers the sticky wetness coating them it means theyre doing good and making mommy feel good but they still have their mouth on your breast and might forgot to move their fingers the minute you stroke their hair.

“such a good boy for me baby” tumbles out of your mouth and its like they can breathe a little bit again their fingers gain a new energy to return back to fucking you anything to hear that again.

@dontmindme3 💖

[kxxkiecxre]

ʚ✟⃛ɞ LANGUAGE || J.J.K ʚ✟⃛ɞ

PAIRING: Jungkook X reader.

SUMMARY: forgive and forget… with a little dick on the side of course to make up for it.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, a lot of titty talk, a lot of hickeys, Jungkook has a big dick 🫣, so much kissing, Yeji is literally in the other room???, overstimulation cause purrrr, biting… I think that’s it? Lol

GENRE: best friends brother au.

Unedited because I bitch couldn’t be bothered… tbf tho I did edit a small bit but I hate editing so 🤭

WC: 5.3k

PREVIOUSLY… NEXT…

JUST LIKE many other people that surrounded you at the shop, you were tired, aching and internally screaming as you approached the lengthy queue, hoping to god another till opens up so you can get out of here as fast as possible and get home take a shower and sleep.

It’s been quite in the recent five months that you’ve last spoken to Jungkook, and like any good friends you and Yeji still hang out and talk. Which proved to be a little harder at first then you expected, but to your luck Jungkook has left for a match in America a couple days ago, so you and Yeji get to finally have a much needed sleepover at her place.

Rolling your neck around and trying your best to not fall asleep in the middle of the shop. As if to wake you up, a shopping cart bumps into you, and you whip around to look at the culprit, only to find two tiny hands holding onto the bar.

“Oh sorry!” The kid mumbles cutely, a floppy mess of hair on top of his head.

“Where’s your dad handsome?” You questioned, finally meeting the babies eyes, warm gentle and sweet.

“He said he’ll be back in two seconds” he smiled cutely, “and I’m five today!”

“Oh wow you’re five? Well happy birthday buddy” you smile just as you see his dad, a drop dead gorgeous man, approach.

“Thank you” he chuckles happily.

“I’m sorry, I hope he didn’t cause too much trouble” his dad, a tall beautiful Angel apologies.

Almost like you’re in a trance you softly say, “he’s a sweet kid, I don’t think you have to worry about him causing trouble”.

“Dad, can I ask her name?” The kid asks as his dad lifts him up in his arms.

“Well that depends if the lady will tell you her name.” He shrugs chuckling.

“I’m Y/N, what about you?”

“My name is roowon and this is my dad Seokjin!” He announces proudly.

“Nice to meet you guys!” You coo at him as he gives the sweetest smile to you.

Within small talk you exchanged numbers with Seokjin, promising to have dinner together as soon as both of your schedules clear up. And however much you may like about Seokjin, whose divorced from his wife for a year now, you can’t seem to stop thinking about someone who wasn’t even yours in the first place or the pain that comes with it.

Finding comfort in the warmth of your house did very little, and as much as you like the taste of your favourite wine, you know it won’t suffice the emptiness within you. Not even in a million years, but it does the job of keeping you calm.

However it doesn’t stop you from calling Jimin, and don’t get it wrong the sex is amazing, and Jimin is great. He’s apologised for what went down, and choosing pleasure over pain was too good to let go. You’re not one to hold grudges anyway, you’d rather forgive and forget.

But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what you needed, what you craved for. It wasn’t what you knew would settle the pain. And you felt awful about it, because Jimin was more than understanding as he laid beside you. Any woman would be lucky to have him, he’s a great person. The perfect guy even. The thing about you though, is you don’t fancy perfect. You like the waves that come with life, you adapted to that life. It’s all you know, since forever.

And life is just that, wavy, rocky and unsettled. But it’s comforting, it’s home. And Jimin… Jimin deserves better than that, he deserved someone as loving and perfect like him. He’s an Angel, an Angel you haven’t yet grown to appreciate. Which is ridiculous. Laughable. Stupid, even. Because any other sensible woman would ground him, marry him in a heart beat, and perhaps in another life you could see yourself with him. Having a family and a loving home, but at this moment? I’m this life? You don’t even know what the true meaning of a loving home is. You just don’t.

You’ve never had the comfort of your mothers embrace, or the comfort of your fathers protection. You’ve only ever had yourself. When you were little you’d cry yourself to sleep, you’d hug your own little body and comfort yourself the way your parents couldn’t. You didn’t have anyone to care for you, to worry about your late returns home on a night out. Your parents didn’t even have your number saved in their phone. They just didn’t care.

From a young age, you learned to fend for yourself. Cook, clean, and eventually make money to afford the things you needed, the things your own parents couldn’t provide.

The only thing you do remember, is the beatings, the way your skin would burn with every slap, whip and hit. The way you eventually stopped crying for them to stop, or the way your teenage self would wash away the blood or cover up the bruises. You knew all about that. You knew all too well how the rage in your fathers eyes was the only sense of comfort or attention you’ve ever gotten from him, the way your mother would grab onto your skin and dig her nails in, the way she’d scream and insult you and wish upon your death, that was the only touch of ‘love’ you’ve ever expected from her, the only attention you’ve ever received from them was just that, abuse. Neglect and pain.

Feeling loved, cared about and needed was more than welcome, but it was also more than strange. So maybe it wasn’t understandable, why you’d get slightly uncomfortable when someone would show you love, or kindness, and why you pushed away the people closest to you when they cared and worried about you because you never actually knew what it was before, so you weren’t used to it, so you pushed them away.

It’s bizarre how you want to love someone, to care and worry about them, yet don’t know how to feel about that being returned to you. You don’t know.

You carry the scars well though, they’re fairly easy to cover up and pretend like you’ve had the most general upbringing known to humanity. It’s, amazing.

Tiredness takes over you, and you finally fall asleep. Jimin watched the calmness on your face, covering you with the blanket more and exhaling. He knew about everything, he knew. He’s seen it too, maybe that’s why he knows you so well, he kisses your forehead before leaving your apartment and leaving a note.

The difficulty of waking up in the morning never gets easier, especially when you expected a warm body next to you, except to find it empty and cold. Confusion taking over your face as you roll out of bed, throwing on whatever first lands in your hands.

Your concern gets even worse when you notice the small letter on your kitchen counter, labelled Jimin.

You know better than to continue wasting time, I know you can never love me the way I’ve loved you for years, but within these years, I’ve learned that our souls are intertwined anyway, because I know exactly what you need, what you crave and what hurts you. I know it all in an instant. It’s almost like my body needs it too, and right the second I met him, I knew. I knew you were madly in love with him, I knew then, I had no chance. So within my frustration, I drank, far too much and let my mouth run. I am sorry. I know I apologised already, but I truly am sorry. You didn’t deserve it. I’ll move on eventually, I’ll learn to love someone else, like I’ve learned to keep your eyes staring into mine somewhere In the back of my mind, like I’ve learned to desensitise the scent of your hair away from my senses, or the need to feel your soft skin against my fingers. I’ve learned to love you from a distance, to care and appreciate you as much as I can because I knew that eventually, you’d fell in love with someone, that someone not being me was hard to accept at first, but it got easier. But stop the pettiness, fix the mess and go to him, you deserve love. You deserve to be happy, so be just that.

Happy,

Jimin.

That was absolutely not what you expected first thing in the morning, or the tears in your eyes. Or the guilt your body felt knowing you were unintentionally hurting Jimin. You wish it was easier. Easier to learn to love someone you don’t crave in that way. Easier to make yourself fall in love with someone who deserves you. You wish it was easy.

But nothing in life comes easy.

No, every step and breathe you take comes with effort. With every take want and need, you have to give. For the basic essentials and human life, you have to work. All day, all night, all life. Eternally. Everything has to be earned, because nothing. Absolutely nothing, comes free.

Work. Most of the time you hate it, but recently, it’s become your favourite place. You can take your mind off of everything going on in your life, invoke your mind with something else other than him. The person who so cruelly cut a hole in your heart and stole it, put it in his pocket and let it rot. How inhumane.

The bustle of the busy streets of Seoul always comforted you in some type of way. The many lights and many different people, styles and aesthetics made you feel alive, safe and not alone in this big city. It was easy to lose yourself once you were in it, but living here for half your life proved to help you out in some way.

“Mr. Kim wants you in his office.. pronto” Hoseok hands you your coffee, clicking number 9 on the elevator and you roll your eyes.

“I swear to almighty Jesus if he just wants to stare at me for five minutes and then ask me to order him lunch I will literally murder him with my hands” you grumble, obviously not amused.

“I don’t think that’s it…” he mumbles.

Sighing you walk out in a rush once the elevator dings, nodding a thank you to Hobi for getting you the much needed coffee. Preparing yourself for anything and everything outside of Kim’s office you finally enter the door, where he stands in almighty glory, looking good as ever.

“Y/N, please take a seat” he says, and you do, sitting in front of his desk and reading the name tag ‘CEO Kim Taehyung’ in pure awkwardness as he stares at you and then a letter.

“You need a break,” he takes a sip of his coffee as if the words he just said hurt him deeply, “take it and go before I throw a fit”

Shocked and taken a back you begin to protest, “hold on, Taehyung, no”.

“It’s Mr.Kim at work dumbass, now go before I literally slap you”

“But-“

“No but’s, unless we are talking about the other type of butts” he smirks chuckling.

“Tae are you pulling a prank on me?”

“Y/NNNAAAH, be professional and call me Mr.Kim” he whines dramatically.

“Shut up before I kick you in the balls,” you grumble, “why?”

“Because you’ve worked hard and as your only other male best friend aside from Hoseok, I am adamant on you getting a break before the bags under your eyes sue me”

“Oh don’t be dramatic,” you stand from your chair scoffing, “I’m fine, now let me get back to work”

“No can do workacholic,” he sets his mug on the table, “it’s home or the security guard will kick you out… or I’ll fire you.”

Shocked and gasping quite dramatically you say, “you would never.”

“Wanna find out?” He continues threatening.

“Kim Taehyung wait till I tell your father how manipulative you are” you practically growl at him as he pushes you other the door, and before he can take his hand away from your shoulder you bite him as hard as you can.

Flinching and gasping he looks flabbergasted as you straighten your back and sway your hips on the way out, “you are insane Y/N, INSANE” he yells after you.

At the elevator, once again, you ponder what to do now. Work was like your best distraction every since everything went down, Tae did a good job helping you mould yourself together and not to mention how considerate and sweet he was during that time. Taehyung’s wife was just a replica of him, except even better because she was a woman, and understood certain matters better than him.

Regardless, you sighed, opening your messages app and clicking onto Seokjin’s contact, messaging him a short “hey, off work for a couple days, want to have dinner soon?” And locked your phone again when the elevator reached third floor.

“Jung Hoseok, you dirty little cheating work husband, I will grab your balls and tie them in a knot the next time you choose to lie to me” you squint your eyes at him as you sit at the edge of his desk, watching as he gulps a little.

“I can explain,” he offers.

“No need, tell Yoongs to leave me a free space in a couple days hmm?”

“Can’t you ring him yourself-“

“He’s your roommate Jung, please he’ll listen to you more because you’re like number one best friends brothers thingy” you sigh rolling your neck around to release the gas that’s stuck.

“You’re so sly sometimes babe” he kissed his teeth as he leaned back into his chair.

“Mmm wonder where I got that from huh?”

Rolling his eyes with a small chuckle, he runs a hand through his dark hair, “you’re lucky I love you”

“On the contrary, you’re lucky I love you” you smiled.

“Besides, why do you need yoongi?”

Silence, dead silence fell into the atmosphere and Hobi figured you out in less than three seconds, “really?”

You nodded, biting your lip “a tattoo? I mean are you sure? Like that’s permanent?”

“Hoseok I know what a tattoo is” you dead pan, “I’ve been thinking of getting one for awhile anyway…”

His eyes turn worried for a minute, as he very gently speaks, “and you’re not just acting out because of you know….. Jungkook?”

Blinking you scoff, “you’re threading on thin ice Jung,” you get off his desk, leaning over him as you stare him dead in the eyes, face too close for comfort, “no man could make me do anything.”

Once you’re a safe distance from him, he lets out a breath shuddering a little, “do you forget I am a man sometimes?”

“No,” you smile sweetly, “I love watching you squirm because of me babe”

“I’m gonna divorce you”

“Awe too bad love, work couples can’t divorce.”

“Aren’t you suppose to be going home? Should I get Taehyung?”

Mouth falling open your eyes turn into slits and Hoseok prepares himself for the mouth full he’s about to get, “I will bite you and him. I won’t hesitate Jung Hoseok, besides keep messing with me and I’ll quit, no more seeing me no more free coffee and homemade lunch bitch” you walk away with a scoff.

Hoseok rushes towards you, desperately trying to catch up, “please not the homemade lunch,”

“Pfft, good luck sucker, he’s given me a week off” you stick your tongue out like a child once the elevator dings and the doors close.

“I’ve got both because I didn’t know what to choose” you mutter cutely as you set the wine and grocery bag on the counter.

Yeji stands beside you, eyes big and bright and expression that of a mellow kitten, like a child whose sipped on the most heavenly hot chocolate, “I missed you.”

Your heart skips a beat, internally beating yourself up for neglecting her during this whole thing. You awe as you hug her tightly, the smell of her strawberry shampoo never changing, “I’ve missed you too Ji.”

“I’m sorry, he can be an asshole sometimes but he shouldn’t be able to get between us” she mutters into your hair.

Your chest tightens as you hear her sniffle, she didn’t deserve this. You shouldn’t of done this to her, made her suffer with you. You’ve been a bad friend and you can recognise that, and you feel like utter shit about it because Yeji is priceless, she’s a diamond in disguise.

“I am so so sorry Yeji, I shouldn’t have let him get between us.”

The rest of the night was spent eating junk food and consuming an unhealthy amount of wine. As SpongeBob plays in the background and you apply the tiger sheet face mask on Yejis face you begin to tell her about Seokjin and Roowon.

“Was he good looking?”

“Oh ‘Ji,” you sigh heavily, “if you’ve only seen him, he’s like an Angel. God he’s gorgeous”

“Yah thats not fair! I wanna see him now”

“I’ll try sneak a picture of him when I’ll see him for dinner?”

Just as you say that, the sound of the hallway door dinging interrupts you, and both you and Yeji exchange looks of concern.

“Ji? I’m home, I hope you have no guy over because I’ll kick him out” the sound of his voice shakes everything inside of you. Everything becomes unstable like a poorly structured building during an earthquake.

Yeji looks at you sorrowfully, “yeah im here”

“The match got rescheduled so I thought I’d surprise you,” his voice faded it out as you didn’t dare to look his way, instead choosing to look at the wooden floor as your knees raised more inward towards to your chest, as if to protect your heart.

The silence was deafening, excruciating as all three of you didn’t know what to say, and you closed your eyes briefly as you cleared your throat, “I, Um, I can go?”

“No” Yeji immediately calls out, her voice, although not loud, seemed to echo off the walls as if even the furniture in the apartment froze in place, speechless.

“I’ll stay out the way don’t worry Ji” he mutters, pecking her head quickly before disappearing into the bathroom.

Yeji looked at you full of guilt, beginning to apologise but you stopped her, “it’s not your fault, plus we’re adults Ji, we can stay in the same room without hurting each other I promise. You’ve nothing to worry about, I’m okay.”

“I didn’t know he was going to be back” she continues, full of guilt.

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s okay. He’s your brother, besides, it’s not like I hate him. I still love him Ji, he was my best friend, that’ll never go away”.

For the rest of Jungkooks evening, all he had heard was your laughter. It rang through his body like an electric shock and he regretted everything. He hated himself for letting this drag on for this long, he hated that he couldn’t be there with you, laughing and sharing jokes like usually.

He drowned himself in everything possible to avoid hearing the conversation about a guy you met and how amazing he was, he worked, listened to music, texted his friends. But nothing worked.

And as the night died down and the house was consumed with silence. He laid on his bed, reminiscing the moments were he was your best friend. He remembered the time you went strawberry picking, you were dressed in the cutest outfit imaginable, a faded pink and white checkered dress, with pink wellies. Hair tied back in a bun with a strawberry claw clip.

He remembered how you shared the entire summer together, how he thought you to swim and how excited you were to be able to go to the depths of the ocean with him. How in love he was with you in the moment, the way your big surprised eyes stared into his as he dived underneath the water and came back up behind you, the way you’d call him Kookie in the times you needed him the most.

He remembers how you hate thunderstorms. How he spent the entire night with you on your couch, letting you cuddle into him and falling asleep in his lap.

It exactly that he regrets.

He regrets that he ruined the way you felt comfortable and safe around him and now he fears you’ll never be like that again.

For what seems like hours, Jungkook tosses and turns in his bed. Huffing in slight annoyance that his brain won’t shut off. Leaving his room in a haste he enters the kitchen, stilling for a moment as he sees you sat on the kitchen island, legs kicking back and forth as if you’re in deep thought.

He felt creepy standing there watching you eat your favourite cherry chocolates, the ones that had liquor inside. He remembers how much you love them.

He couldn’t go back to his room now, that’d be too awkward, especially since you’ve locked eyes with him for a mere second through the glass of the cupboards. He cleared his throat gently, going to the fridge to get his favourite whiskey, he could feel your presence behind him and he knew you were looking but you were stubborn.

You would not be the first one to say a word, he knows that, which is why he reaches for a second glass and fills both of them, turning to you with sad eyes, his hand extends toward you, holding the glass of whiskey outward, not thinking much you take it from him, throwing the liquid to the back of your throat and sighing. He does the same.

“I’m,” he clears his tight voice, “I’m sorry”.

You say nothing, biting your lip as he continues on, “I was out of line for the things I said. I’m aware, but I couldn’t help but feel protective. I’m sorry.”

“I was only angry because I have begged you to not get disqualified because of me, but you did that despite all of my begging” you whispered, barely audible and staring ahead as he looked at the side of your face.

“I’m sorry,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “I really am”.

“I know” is all you say. Not really giving him much aside from pushing the box of chocolate towards him.

“I miss you,” he mutters, “I miss having you in my life”.

Finally, as if your heart couldn’t take it, you look right into his eyes and he swears his knees buckle a little, despite your eyes looking a little sad, you smile gently at him, “I miss you too”.

“I never meant to say all those things, god Y/N, if I could go back in time” he closes his eyes. You pull on his shirt, pulling him between your legs as you hug him.

“Well you can’t,” you muffle in his chest as his arms tighten around you, “but, you can make it up to me?”.

You feel him nod as he not so sneakily sniffs your scent, “you can take Yeji out tomorrow, spend some quality time with her. She’s worried about you Kook, she needs her brother, she needs just a little bit of your time”.

He hugs you tighter, kissing your head, “I promise I will”.

You pull away, smiling gently at him as you peck his cheek, “good”.

You don’t know wether it was the buzz from the whiskey and alcohol infused chocolates, but whatever it was, it made your eyes drop to his lips. God he looked so good, hair messy and his sleeve on display. Fuck was he beautiful.

Almost like he could smell your slightly horny phase, he leans in deeper, eyes darkened a deep shade and his hand innocently laid on your waist, “you ok?” He asks.

Asshole, “yeah” your voice came out a little breathy within your whisper, and your entire aura soaked Jungkook in shudders. The way you were sat, legs spread to accommodate him between them, white shirt doing absolutely nothing to cover your perky pierced nipples.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could you.

Looking into his eyes, your lips separated, inviting him in as your noses ever so gently brushed against each other, his hooded gaze solemnly fixated on your lips, and yours on his eyes, “what are you doing to me y/n” his voice husky, whispering in your ear.

“Kiss me Jungkook” your breathing got heavier and so has his, and he shook his head gently, scoffing in denial as your lips brushed past each other.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he licked your earlobe, what a fucking tease, “yes Jungkook”.

Not wasting anymore time he attached his lips on yours, moving them in rhythm as he basically abused the flesh, barely giving you any time to catch your breath as he switched his head from side to side, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you in closer, you could feel yourself growing wet, soaking your panties as you grabbed onto his shirt, nails digging into his skin as your hands travelled to his back, within pulling each other closer neither of you realised how close you have gotten, too immersed in the smacking of your lips as your core rubbed against his, hard and poking through his tracksuits.

You moaned right into his mouth and he swallowed it up, fuck he’d do anything for you. He’s dreamt of feeling your lips on his for years. His mouth travelled from your swollen lips to your neck, “fuck take my shirt of Kook”.

He could nut right there as you gave him all these orders, but he listened, slipping your shirt off to find your perky tits so ready for his mouth, he laid you back against the cool counter his mouth never giving up his abuse on your skin, marking nipping anywhere possible but the neck, he couldn’t be bothered to explain to his sister. He sucked bruises onto your boobs, hearing your quiet moans as he took one nipple into his mouth, twirling the pink nub with his tongue, before moving onto the other, but not before biting each nipple gently, the cold that was left on your nipples after his warm mouth worked you up even more as he trailed his kisses down your stomach, to your hips, once again sucking biting and bruising, fuck he loved your skin.

“Take your shirt of” you mumble quietly, taking your tits in your hands and rubbing the nipples in small circles, fuck he did not expect to ever see you like this. Sprawled out on his kitchen island, hands on your boobs and your panties sporting a wet patch on your clothed pussy telling him just how turned on your are right now. Shit.

His mouth latched onto your thighs before moving onto your clothes pussy, smothering his face in the warmth of it as you gasped quite loudly, smacking your hand on your mouth to keep quiet. Fuck. His tongue ran a strip from the bottom to the top, the fact that the only material keeping his tongue from touching you directly was your underwear was driving you insane.

“Kook fuck me already”

“I don’t have a condom” he said against you.

“Fuck im clean and on the pill”

“I’m clean too”

Without any more words, he helped you up, taking your panties to the side and taking his grey sweats down his legs. Fuck. His dick was hot, long and thick, tip red and oozing precum.

Fucking hell.

He ran his tip up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal before he eased gently inside you. Letting you adjust to him. You could feel him everywhere, his throbbing tip kissing your cervix as he bottomed out. And fuck were you so full, so deliciously full of him. With the way you relaxed he knew you were ready, slowly and carefully moving in and out, his hand found purchase on your shoulder, pushing you down gently as he watched the way your tits bounced slowly.

The way you moaned so quietly and the way your chest heaved, fuck you were absolutely ravishing to watch. Your skin was marked by his lips everywhere, stomach littered in bruises, hips and tits too, everywhere but your neck and it looked so inviting right now, begging for him to give it the same attention, and before he could think straight, he went for it, nipping at the skin of your neck as his body leaned fully into yours, before you could even take a breath he picked up the pace, smacking his hips lewdly into yours, his balls slapping of your ass as the noise bounced around the room. The sound your lips made as your lips connected once again adding to the mix.

It was hot, it was wet and it was loud. But it felt amazing, it felt too good to stop. The way he ramming into, hitting all the right spots as you mewled underneath him, the knot in your stomach tightening at the feel of his tip abusing your cervix, but before you could release he sat you up, edging your ass to almost be off the counter before he gripped onto it and hammered himself into you, the only rational part of you hid your face in his neck, moaning as he fucked right into you, he tugged onto your hair as he leaned his forehead into yours, both of you watching the way his dick disappeared into your swollen cunt, and then it hit you, like a ton of bricks, you clenched around him, your legs twitching slightly as you came around him, your orgasm hurting in all the right ways like if you were electrocuted, you could feel it from your toes to your head.

He was close behind, his hips stilling as his dick throbbed, twitching the slightest bit before he coated your walls white. Leaning against your palms on the counter you tried catching your breath again, and before you could say anything, he was on his knees, his mouth latching onto your clit as you yelped, sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Kook I can’t”

“Yes you can baby,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your pussy, “for me”

Groaning you gasped as he sucked onto your clit, twirling your sensitive nub with his tongue as he eased his finger into you, hooking it up and fucking you slowly.

The mix of mouth and finger was intoxicating the way he was making out with your pussy was sinful but you couldn’t get enough, especially not when your legs shook, your eyes teared up and his hands soothed your legs, he switched his finger and tongue, fucking you slowly with his warm tongue and drawing figure eights onto your clit and fuck you couldn’t take it.

Slapping down your hand on the counter you moaned his name as you came for the second time this night, legs shaking and chest heaving as he stood up, kissing your lower belly before he grinned above you.

“What do you say for round three in the bathroom?”

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A/N: part three? I mean they haven’t resolved much except for some steamy sex? 🤭

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Purple rain.

Steve Harrington x black reader

Steve and his girlfriend disagree on the Dustin's hair for the snowball dance. The down side of having two hair perfectionist as "parents"

"Steve...why does my baby look like white Prince?"

You get into the back of your boyfriend's car in the middle of Steve and Dustin talking about the dance tonight.

"Hello, my boys." You loop your arms around the back of the chair leaning forward to peak between the middle seats. "Gimme kiss, Stevie." You lean closer to Steve so he can press a short kiss to your lips. "Thank you, handsome."

"And you. Lemme get a good look at you. Dusty." You get a good, gently firm grip on his cheeks, looking him over. "Steve." You puff air into your cheeks slowly exhaling before turning back to your boyfriend. "What is this?"

Steve's eyebrow raised as he glanced at you out the corner of his eye curiously. "What is what?"

You look at Steve with a blank expression then back at Dustin and back to Steve.

"Did you do this?" You stare at Dustin's chubby little face in your hand and he gives a big close mouth smile to you.

"Did I do what?!" he glanced between you and the road "stop playing im driving."

"Steve." You start slowly, letting go of Dustin's face. "Why does my baby look like white Prince?" You frown.

"He does NOT."

"He does look at him."

"He does not look like Prince!"

"You should have pushed his hair back with a little Jheri curl. He would have been so cute." You start pushing Dustin's curls back gently off his forehead only for Steve to reach one hand off the steering wheel to slap your hand away from Dustin's curls.

"Absolutely not. stop it that took hours. A Jheri curl? Are you serious." You smack his hand again, fidgeting with his hair again "A Clark Kent moment."

"No. His hair is perfect."

"No LOOK." You lean out of the way pulling Dustin close to Steve's face."He looks like he's about to sing Purple Rain to me." You smile goofily at Steve who starts shaking his head slowly.

"Don't do this, please."

"Purple rain, purple rain. I only wanted to see yooou." You lean close to Steve's face singing a bit off key.

"Please. Sit back and put on your seat belt."

"Bathing in the purple rain." Dustin joins you cheerily as Steve turns into the front of the middle school

"I NEVER WANTED TO BE YOUR WEEKEND LOVER... I ONLY WANTED TO BE SOME KIND OF FRIEND!" The two of you chorus loudly.

"You two are actually insufferable. Henderson. Get out of my car." Steve Reaches across the two of you to open Dustin's door.

"Wait no wait! Lemme see the teeth first." You beg.

"DON'T Do the thing-."

"Grrrrr" Dustin makes a growling noise with a wide open mouth smile showing off his teeth.

"don't. Don't do that." Steve shook his head in disapproval.

"Oh my God, the ladies are going to love you." You coo at him.

"Don't lie to him."

"I'm NOT. It's adorable. Do it more like a cat. Purrrrr-" you roll your tongue.

"STOP."

"Purrrr."

"YES. that's it!"

"Don't encourage him." Steve sighed loudly, opening the door again. "Ok ok get out of my car"

"bye dust bunny! Have fun honey." You watch Dustin walk up the stairs and fix his suit before walking in. "...he SO looks like Prince."

"Stop that." He swats at you as you dive into the front seat. "Watch the Leather!"

"Seriously. He looks like he could be our baby. The curls? Those Little brown eyes? I hope our babies are that cute." You tease shoving his shoulder a little.

"You want a baby with me?" He paused, looking away from the road to you.

"Some day..." You smile "Maybe."

"some day..."

[osakunt]

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➬ 𝗡𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮.𝗭 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

➬ 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗡𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 😮‍💨

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"Another day, another kill, huh ?" You say walking away from the individual you had been hired to target. Cleaning the spatter that had landed on your cheek you enter a bar where a light haired man was sitting down. He gives you a twisted smile as you take a seat in front of him.

"Lovely, you're here. Now I have to leave" you say loudly enough for Naoya to hear you. "I don't like you either,bitch" he scoffs giving you an amused look. "Did you get him ? I really do hope you did cause a woman-“

"Shut up. Women are free to do whatever they please. The same way a man can do so, so can they. Now shut the hell up. Zenin or not, you're not about to talk to me as if I don't have any sense." You interrupt him starting to make your point.

"I was gonna say 'a woman like you can hit her target without even trying' but okay" he rolls his eyes

"I mean- knowing how you are, you can't blame me for assuming your next words. But on another hand why'd you call me here while I was on the job ?"

"Just wanted to see you"

'Did this motherfucker just say he wanted to see me ? I know he didn't just- what the fuck.....' the little voice in your head wonders around trying to figure out what was going on. Now who the hell was this man ? Where was the man who thought women were only meant to be house wives.

"I'll be leaving now"

"No wait." He grabs your wrist lightly throwing you off even more. He lets go seeing that you sat back down giving him a bored look but still your full attention.

"I uhh....fuck man. I LIKE YOU ,DAMN IT !!" He yells out then sits down waiting for a reaction from your part. You stay silent giving him a blank look, processing what he had just blurted out.

"BWAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!" A laugh erupts from you, making him get a tad offended. He had just confessed to you. Why the fuck were you laughing ? "Pfft- hmhahahee........oh you're not joking. Well then. You sure- no being has taken over your head ?"

"Tch. Whatever" he gets up from the booth he was in,in the bar leaving you behind to make his way back home. He had just mustard up hella courage and swallowed his pride to confess.

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As much as he wanted to force you into submission, he knew better. He knew you weren't going to bite like any servant of his.

You were in a meeting with his father as for his father had called for a reliable person from your family to rely on, in case anything were to happen. Starting to get bored you get up from your seat to stretch your legs

"Do we have an agreement ,Gojo ? I really would love for you to be the responsible one to take action if an attack were to be aimed to the Zenin" Naobito gives you his evil looking smile which was suppose to come off as genuine but that didn't work for him.

"Yea sure. I don't care. Question,old man: why have someone look over your clan when you wouldn't mind seeing it go down ?" You down the glass of white liquor he had given you.

Him finishing up his glass and pouring another he smiles at you. "As much as I wouldn't mind seeing this shit hole go down. There's many after the position as leader. Yea there are some things we don't accept and what-not but I'd like to see the end of the fight to see who the next leader is." His tipsy self says downing yet another glass.

"Hm. I see what you mean. Nice seeing you again ,old bag. Be safe and send me one of those bottles of booze you got." You wave you hand to the old drunken man who let out a laugh.

Strolling through the clans court yard to make it to the exit of the place , you spot Naoya leaning on the brick wall looking out into the distance. Sensing someone approaching he looks up; Seeing that it was you- accelerated his heart, making it start pounding a lot faster against his rib cage.

"There you are. Mind telling me why you've been avoiding me ever since two weeks ago ?" He tries not to pout but ends up doing so wanting an answer right that moment. His facade of being tough not working at all. Never really worked on you and never would.

"I have a job but go off" you pass by him not caring if he was acting like a spoiled child. Which he was. "Give Maki and Mai my regards. I can feel that they'll show up to this depressing place sooner or later.

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𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙��𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙

[𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 , 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨]

Sitting a top of where you used to live, you look over at a area where you and Satoru used to play. "Your dumb ass really isn't good with being stealthy. Come out" with a giggle of his own the white haired man comes out fixing his shades.

"Why don't you just tell him that you don't like him and end of story." Satoru says leaning on you right shoulder after taking his spot next to you. You stay silent at his words thinking of how that would turn out.

"I know you feel the same~" he pokes your cheek in a playful manner.

"I never said I didn't"

"So why not tell him that"

"He needs to work for it. He thinks I'm one of his little servants who submits before him on the spot. No baby we don't do that here. he also need to learn what it's like to be stomped down on. God he's so arrogant. He's been acting a lot like a lovesick idiot but wait till that passes. That ego will sky rocket"

"Purrrr♡" Satoru lets out smiling. "How about you just fuck him and call it a day ?"

"I've thought of that. I'll just tell him that I feel the same tomorrow. He's been keeping an eye out for me. Starting to get annoying. Anywhere I turn, there he is making sure I'm still alive."

"Ew. I could never"

"Same, bro"

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Again with the same person next to you, you stop in the middle of walking. Naoya noticing that you stopped he turns making his way back. "What's wrong? Hurry up. I'm not waiting for you, scu- I mean-"

Your lips pressed against his, his words come yet again to another stop. You interrupting him before he even corrected his what he was saying.

Both your lips moving as one and your lips tasting sweet to him, he deepens the kiss by pressing his hand on your lower back, pushing you to him.

"Learn when to shut up Naoya. I swear this why nobody likes you." You pull back moving his hair away from his face.

"Hmmm ? With the exception of you, correct ?" he gives you a cocky smile sneaking a quick kiss to your lips.

"Yes. Zenin. I like you. More than I should,actually"

"Good to know, love. Had me out here looking like an idiot,ya know ?" He leans in towards you starting up anther kiss.

Maybe this wasn't so bad. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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[miss-mukami]

Kou x fem. Reader x Ruki

Tags: canon typical, mature

Spoiler: general

You open your eyes. It's still dark or dark again? What time is it? You barely recognize your surroundings, but this must be your bed. Someone holds your hand, something fluffy cuddles in front of you. Someone else murmurs behind you, arms holding you again tightly around your waist or wait, holding you again? "Kou...?", you whisper. "Good 'morning'.", you hear from the other side. "Ruki-kun, good morning... What happened yesterday...?", you ask, feeling tired. He squeezes your hand and holds it to his cheeck. "You can't remember, or do you just pretend to, perhaps?", he mocks you. How mean. "Look, who's here.". "Purrrr...". "Adam! You came here.", you greet your little cat. He cutely bumps your nose. "... mhh... M-Neko-chan, you're so loud...", Kou complains and hides his face closer to your neck behind you. He's touch starving since days, but you like it somehow ... Ruki now kisses your palm, leaving a trace up to your fingers. "Hey..."., escaped your mouth. He sneers. "You're still so sensitive, even here...?". "Kind of...", you whisper. Memories of last late night pop up in your mind, the graphic impact makes you feel hot all over. "Tell me what you liked most... later. I'll come back to this...". He almost pierces his fangs in your wrist, teasing you. "It's evening soon, but I'll make us breakfast, Yuma and Azusa may have eaten already." He sighs. "I hope they haven't forgotten about their duties today. 20 minutes, bring Kou.", he leaves with another short kiss in your palm and gets up.

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"Kou, please... We'll be late, Ruki-kun said 20 minutes and you're still at your hair." You knock at the door, then lurk again inside, already dressed and styled up yourself. "Kou... You look good.", you smile at him. "Let's go!" "M-Neko-chan..."., still fixing his hair. "I'm not yet finished, you know... But come over here! ", he beams at you and pulls you towards him. He caresses your lower back. "That's not enough...". He pushes your shirt up. Cold fingers press against your skin, the sensation starts to heat you up again. "Your skin is so soft.", he almost moans. His eyes sparkle. But Ruki is waiting, you can't just Kou have his way. Well... attack is the best defense, isn't it? You grap his neck on one side and lean in on the other. You lick his skin. Surprised? "Yours is soft, too...", you lowly whisper. You grin silently to yourself. It seems to work, Kou doesn't move. You kiss his now wet skin. His visible eye watches your reflection in the mirror pleasing him, then his lips part, he's breathing heavier. You got him. You lift your head, kiss his cheek, one corner of his mouth. Then you let off, slowly, smiling at him, knowing exactly what you have done. "... Not bad, M-Neko-chan, your lewd side.", Kou admits, almost proudly as he starts to pull you close again. "Thanks, but... I'm hungry now, for food, you know...? And Ruki... Please let's go." "... Fufu, okay. Later.", Kou chuckles, teasing you with his dreamy eyes as you both walk into the hallway.

[girlscrush]

i was tagged by @onedirectoin thanks for the tag ily !!!

nickname: annie or just a (since my real name is really short) but my close friends usually call me ‘luv’ or any pet names bc they know i love it when people do it idk why

zodiac: ✨gemini sun, leo moon and cancer rising✨

height: 5’6”

last thing you googled: 1.68 m in feet (lmao that’s on european life)

song stuck in your head: DOG!!! DAYS!!! ARE!!! OOooOVER!!! and a bunch of tiktok songs bc i spend way too much time on there

number of followers: idk i don’t care about it

amount of sleep: currently sleep deprived <3

lucky number: don’t have one but probably 3

favorite song: of all time? can’t choose sorry but at the moment? i’m obsessing over tpwk, as i should

favorite instrument: electric guitar or the bass (blaming it on michael and calum from 5sos)

dream job: becoming a fashion designer or fashion stylist. basically working on the fashion industry, but also a bands’ groupie doesn’t sound so bad (a girl can dream 🤧)

aesthetic: it changes constantly, because personally i find it pretty boring having always the same aes but it’s mainly pink, soft and heart shaped things or the complete opposite of that

favorite author: i love historical english literature so i’m gonna go with jane austen and oscar wilde (i’m basic i know)

favorite animal noise: the purrrr of cats

random: i dyed my hair pink again and idk if i like it or not, but now i’m stuck with this color so fuck it you only live once !!!!

how it started: if this means how 2021 started, then *shocked sound* not so good. i cried through whole new year’s eve so i think this answers it all

how it’s going: now i’m just tired af but i know i need to get up and live life or else 🤠

i’ll tag: @erodaslove @dependsonwhospitching @isitmyimagination @ilouistomlinson @wallzouis @badreputatiom @louciernagas and anyone who would like to do this! (obviously if you don’t want to do it it’s totally fine :))

[revelaare]

Shit said in the Crimson Discord & VC, taken out of context part 2, (the sequel)

Big NSFW warning, probably

his meat slid off and then slid right back on

[PRONOUN] can punch me in my uterus and make a hammock out of my ovaries

it’s one of the worst fucking things i’ve ever heard, and i’ve heard someone literally shit their pants

they tagged me and my ass clenched

this man just said “I want to eat ur ass and then kiss you” ok buddy

a man with a plan

my grandpa is texting his hoes from his flip phone

god my lawyer was a hit but idk if she will be the chosen one or not

hello give me your toenails

i'll touch you in a non-weird way

he was in that movie with the people, he was the human.

i want her to brush my hair

If we have dick glasses they have to be of the highest quality for the best experience

i don't wanna watch that white nonsense

i would throat him like a fine wine

these millenials can't live without ac? back in my day we lived on the sun

yall better put those goats on a wheel, tell them to start running

he looks like a bitch

yes or no, u wud punch the light bulb out of thomas edisons wrinkly pruned hand and asked him if he believed in god

still has skin and a working body

i needed to wait until my voice changes

you thought i was snacking on joe biden’s savory meat stick

barack guckin oglizzy, oguckma, barack osugma, Joe choden, OglchnnngggHHHYynnUUUnnghhma

why did i have a dream that i was taking the lid off my car

false gods require wine, real gods require coochiefice

fettucine wet ass pussy

that was all you sent me. the picture of a raccoon and then nothing

it isn’t hate, it is ‘continuously let down by’.

i never went to school who science

i’m gunna go peer pressure my mum into a shot

thank you for furthering my career at hot topic

i will suck the ingrown hair off of him

it has huge jackman in it

i chomped on this eggshell, got my calcium in for the day

i will take you to touch the mango

i want to see all the big things

[PRONOUN] has collar bones so deep you could hook a clothing hanger into it

no asscheeks in fucking family chat you animals

he will eat you alive and suck out your intestines like its a spaghetti noodle

[NAMES]’s Tiggle Biddie’s

dropped acid, cried the whole night.

my stomach is hooping and hollering, i’m about to eat some sleep

you want my throatsac ??

please dont know me as the toenail eater

you have to keep the skin on one side while you eat the other, thats basic mango physics

i mean he is some good sasuage

calm down dick Hannibal

respectfully, what the fuck is this

tbf i only eat my steaks where they need tampons

you committed acts of culinary terrorism

does your refrigerator whimper and cower in the corner when you approach it. that's your fridge trying to use echo location to locate a safe space

thundercuck

i almost met Jesus, I almost got an autograph. Almost got a greatest hits signed album.

respectfully, are you smoking fucking crack?

my left testicle could play better than you

i’ll eat him with ketchup

son of a biscuit eating bulldog!

now it’s back to me sucking, all is right in the world.

holy fuck weasels.

holy fuck, weasels!

why does the bad guy look like the Statue of Liberty?

this is a man that sometimes willingly dresses like a lumberjack

and me, being an emotional cripple, must make jokes about this.

hey my name is [NAME] i'm **definitely** who i say i am

[NAME OR PRONOUN] offered a back massage by calling it the “tickle thing”

i love a man who puts his parents in a nursing home.

my brain is going to take a hot shower

wait have u seen steve harvey's coochie

if it were me i would simply not be pregnant

look im not about to be out here saying i love [NAME OR PRONOUN] feet, but i am about to be out here saying that their feet are some of the nicest feet i've seen in a long time

i named my cloyster renesmee

[NAME] was texting me from the bathtub

you’re pregnant? That’s unfortunate.

do I say dumb shit? Perhaps. Do I take ownership? Perhaps.

i pay for things in blissful ignorance

i am an emotional vagrant

i am an emotional fragrance

to make a long motherfucking story short...

this enchilada tastes like asshole and sadness

you are not an ugly bitch, you’re just a bitch

that’s not a nut shot, buddy.

i’m sad because i sucked the meat off of this pumpkin spice latte

i want to make a blanket out of his eyebrows

what are you disgracing my Christian eyes for?

he be looking at that dick like why does it go so much to the left?

I want her to record an audio book for me so I can fall asleep listening to her voice.

Can I lick you like an ice cream cone? Asking for science.

like you're out to lunch with your bromie and you're eating some rubens or something and you wistfully look over the rim of your sunglasses and just: You ever buss 2 fast

my accent is flaccid

timotay chalamaymay’s sweet ass

on the bright side mcallister’s gave me 3 pickle spears. Almost enough to make a whole pickle.

you think they came from the same mommy pickle?

HIS DOODLE IS OUT

i thot that meant [NAME] wanted to...doodle his noodle

i don’t use commas, i don't respect u enough, fuck ur reading comprehension.

does australia have seasons

i want someone to embalm my body with mcdonalds sprite

his hermione grangina

purrrr my last email

its lore locked beneath 30 layers. u can only understand it if uve had a near death experience

LET'S GET FUCKY

i wanna have the heart of a stoner

his man titties look like little tattooed pillows

SWIGGITY SWOOTY COMIN FOR THAT BOOTY

there were no cheeks to shake. nothing to clap. no noise to be had from her literal slices of wonderbread

u ever just fuck around and ur tits fart

put a lil mint leaf on it for authenticity

alright brother god bless may u be fertile

i feel like im being advocated for something i shouldnt be advocating for

and i am adam with my fat pendulous balls lol

i’m making whuppie with whoopie godberg

theodore tits fart rex

yeah man do u also have the third toe on ur shoulder

the green spaghetti monster is coming for me and i can't blame him

today i learned starfish do not poop

that was nothing compared to some other things I saw

listen I'd willingly watch [NAME/PRONOUN] in a cell for 24 hours. Imagine that sounded less creepy

i'd lick a dirty flip flop off her abs

i’m tempted to show you all the gravity defining boobs, maybe tomorrow

my brain is on vacation

good morning! i ate breakfast and im ready to go to bed

tape the titty in

ive unironically had nightmares with [NAME] in them

the peanut in the auditory canal

so far this feel all comfortable, does this all make sense?

i know it's kind of a schlep to get through

nail polish or no nail polish for the shower?

and then he saw those big tt honkerz... and it all went down hill from there

can y’all stop chanting curses in the chat my furniture is stuck on the ceiling

EH?! CIAO? HELLO??

in Russia this is not ok 

i can’t buy pants here on Sunday either

IT'S LIKE TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS TO EAT ON A SOGGY PANCAKE

imagine me going up to [NAME/PRONOUN] and being like i love the way ur flesh smells

in a supermarket. The sickly blue light where humans congregate. Animal human masses. Nameless faces. Whole lives boiled into generalized categories like "asshole who definitely does need 4 boxes of cheerios". Yout hink and realize while stabding in line u didnt grab the bag of frozen peas...but its 2 late

its truly the only picture that gives me pure joy

are weasels real

my work mum just messaged me the phrase "use your booty call wisely" with no context

"let's bring u to the mustache chair"

If you’re not doing coke under the coke sign what is the point?

[poppibranchlover]

Nine Lives, One Fight - Part 24

The story: Deep in the forest of Troll Town, there lies a mysterious tiny purple mushroom that has a secret magical ability. King Peppy calls this mushroom forbidden for all Trolls to go near it. One day, while Branch is out in the woods doing his survival research studying, he encounters it and, not knowing it is a regular mushroom, decides to harvest it and bring it home. But in the next morning, its magic effects transform him into a small blue cat! After being sent to the animal pound, his girlfriend, Poppy, finds him and decides to adopt him, although not recognizing it is Branch. Desperate to finish his research project due for a special event invented by Poppy, Branch is forced to learn how to behave like a pet cat and must figure out what caused him to become one.

You already seen what had happened in Part 23. Now get ready for Part 24!:

The next morning, Poppy and Branch went for a morning stroll in Troll Village. After a few minutes of their time, they stop at a corner which lies an enormous green tree root. Poppy settled her backpack down and unpacked everything that she brought along; cans of cat food, a ball of yarn, lots of cat toys and tuna sandwiches. She spent her time taking care of Branch, giving him kibble for him to eat and toys for him to play.

Branch enjoyed most of his time with Poppy, even when he is now a cat. He wished he could even speak with her someday, but he just couldn’t feel like he wanted to. After all, he liked behaving like Poppy’s pet cat for the rest of his life because he gets to enjoy her daily routine of petting his soft and cuddly blue fur.

He hopped onto Poppy’s lap and took a nap, yawning and stretching before closing his eyes. Smiling, Poppy gently caresses his fur, making him purr. “PUUUUURRRRRR….. PURRRRRRRRRRR……PURRRR….”

Branch loved the way she usually pets his fur. It felt wonderful! He liked to see if this can last forever...until he and Poppy heard a trio of voices.

It was Biggie, Smidge and Guy Diamond!

The three Trolls approached them, chatting anxiously. It was when Poppy heard these news that she felt fear invading her, trying to keep her cool.

“Haven’t you heard what Peppy told us about what really happened to Branch?!” Biggie cried. “I can’t believe he had died after he touched the mushroom!”

Guy gasped in horror. “Oh no! What if Poppy knows about this? I’m afraid she’ll be grief-stricken to hear the terrible news!” he said as he panicked, pulling his hair.

Smidge tried to calm the two Trolls down. “Well, we’ll have to tell her truth,” she said in a grave voice. “I’m fairly disappointed how losing a friend would turn out.”

Poppy and Branch walked up to their friends, looking very disappointed at what they’ve been hearing.

“Guys?” Poppy asked, trying to get their attention. “What’s going on?”

Biggie stepped forward, feeling like it wasn’t easy to say the bad news to her. He simply tried to say “Poppy, are you feeling okay that…Branch is gone?”

Branch felt a wave of shock and sadness over his face as he listened.

“I think so, Biggie,” Poppy said, fiddling with her fingers nervously. Eventually, she moved on to the next subject. “But what’s more important now is that my dad is forming a larger investigation team that will eventually find more evidence of the missing Archaeo morphisis.”

Guy just shrugged. “I don’t think it was a good idea,” he replied. “It might be really hard for more Trolls to look for more clues related to the incident.”

“I guess so...” Poppy muttered, stroking Branch’s hair. “I bet any of us can try our luck finding it.”

Seeing the face she had been making right now, Biggie, Smidge and Guy stared at her. They knew she was hiding something from them, and understood perfectly if she did not want to talk about it. But it was obvious that she loved Branch!

Biggie looked down at Branch, who was now busy cleaning himself by licking his paw. “First of all, can I ask you a question regarding your pet cat?” he asked, pointing at him.

“Yes, why?” Poppy asked the big Troll. “What…what do you think about keeping a pet?”

The question had slightly surprised her friends. Silence had started between them, until Biggie put an end to it. “When I heard your cat meowing in the animal shelter during Mr. Dinkles’ vet checkup, he didn’t look very happy there. It looked like a child who wanted to play with you,” he explained.

Poppy felt somehow relieved. At least some could see what she had seen.

Smidge began to explain to her. “Second of all, why did his face look a lot like Branch’s?” She pointed at him, who was scratching himself intensely with his back paw, working a spot just behind his neck.

Poppy looked down at her cat, not daring to blurt something scary to her friends. She waved her hands back and forth with embarrassment. “Hehe…what’s the difference between Mr. Tickle or Branch?” she asked, giggling nervously. “They both look alike…a matter of factly.” She rubbed her chin, as though she might be crazy thinking that her cat might really be Branch, or maybe she was not so sure that the cat might be his identical twin.

Guy scratched his head as a new thought knocked around inside it. “If your cat and your friend really look the same, why don’t you tell us more about Branch’s mysterious disappearance?” he asked.

Branch shrank back with embarrassment. He nudged at Poppy’s side in order to make her think of something.

She took a deep breath and casually said “Don’t worry, guys! I’m sure Branch will be fine. I was just taking care of my pet cat, and that’s all.” He raised her hands up, showing her palms. Her right hand had a little cat scratch scar, the one Branch had accidentally made during their argument yesterday.

At the sight of the scar, the three Trolls gasped in horror! “Oh my gah!” Smidge cried. “What is that in your hand?”

“What?” Poppy asked, wanting to know what they’re worried about until she noticed her scar. Shrieking, she hid her hand, embarrassed. “That’s not what you’ve been thinking.”

“Poppy, I can sense that something’s wrong with your pet,” Guy said. “What did he do to you?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong to me!” Poppy protested. “It’s just a cute ordinary pet cat, like most cats!”

As Branch watched her talk with her friends, a wave of guilt came over him. But it wasn’t because he had scratched her hand, it was because he just wanted Poppy to recognize him. He’d been so distracted on the Show-and-Tell festival that he’d forgotten that cats are not signed in for this party, and now he had let everyone down.

As Biggie, Smidge and Guy continued to rant about Branch’s disappearance in front of her, hearing all these was all too much for Poppy. Slowly, she packed her things and walked away, with Branch trailing after her. Noticing this, the three Trolls stopped her.

“Hey, Poppy,” Biggie asked. “Where are you going?”

“Yeah, your dad was arranging you to lead your investigation team today,” Guy reminded her. “Don’t you have anything else planned?”

Poppy and Branch stopped in their tracks and turned back. “Uh, it’s just that I need to give Mr. Tickle some space for now,” Poppy said, happy to have an excuse. “Talk to you guys, later!”

Then she and Branch walk away. Biggie, Smidge and Guy watched them go, wondering how strange their queen has been acting lately.

“That went…quite well,” Smidge muttered grimly to herself.

Just then, Cooper burst from out of nowhere. “Hey, guys! What did I miss?!” he asked. Then he spotted a can of spilled cat kibble that Branch has been eating earlier and crowed “Ooh! Kibble!”

He lowered his head with his long neck and started eating the kibble in huge chomps. Biggie, Smidge and Guy watched him eat in great horror.

“Cooper, don’t eat that!” Guy screamed, his glittery auto-tune voice shimmering wildly in a panic.

“Oh god!” Biggie cried. “Mr. Dinkles, don’t watch!” He tried to cover his pet worm’s eyes from this epic abomination.

“Oh, completely disturbing!” Smidge shrieked.

After Cooper devoured some of the cat food, his tummy suddenly grumbled...loudly. URRRKK!!!

“Uh-oh!” With that, Cooper began to sweat, and an embarrassed expression spread over his face. He quickly ran off, yelling with his mouth full. “I’M OUTTA HERE!!!”

After he left in a flash, Smidge slapped her face and shook her head. “Sheesh!” she grumbled with frustration. “When are you gonna learn how to live in a healthy diet?!”

In another part of the village, Poppy laid out her scrapbooking materials on the ground and began to make a new scrapbook of her own. Cutting felt with scissors, she turned to see Branch, who was gnawing on her tuna sandwich he was trying to pull out of her backpack.

“This is the perfect spot for scrapbooking, Mr. Tickle!” she said, sighing happily as she cut a piece of blue felt, making a miniature scrapbook version of her cat.

While Poppy got busy, Branch pulled the sandwich out of her bag, chewing and gnawing hungrily at it. He loved the smell of tuna stuffed in this delicious treat that he kept gnashing on the bread and the stacked food slices, unaware of what Poppy is planning to put into her scrapbook.

When Poppy saw what he was doing, she displayed a teasing smile on her face. Branch looked back at her, still holding the tuna sandwich in his mouth.

“Mr. Tickle, what are you doing with my sandwich?” Poppy asked, giggling. “You’re hungry now?”

Branch shrugged, showing no sign of shame at all. He went back to eating the sandwich, and Poppy just laughed at him. Then she took the sandwich from his mouth and held it in her hands. Half of it had been chomped by Branch’s hungry little teeth!

Branch reached out a paw to the sandwich, but Poppy lifted her hand higher away from him, still holding on to it. “Oh, silly little kitty!” she said with a laugh. “You know there’s enough for both of us to share!”

Poppy took a bite on her sandwich, leaving out little Trolly tooth marks in it. She saved the rest for Branch, who bit into it when she handed it over to him.

“Awwww!!” Poppy said as she watched him eat. She would have thought that her pet cat also loved tuna, just like her boyfriend. But she remembered what her friends told her about why her cat looked a lot like Branch because of seeing his face for the first time, and she knew she doesn’t want to go further on the question why Branch and Mr. Tickle look the same.

Shaking off the bad memories, Poppy pulled the sandwich back so she can have some for herself, but Branch grabbed hold of it, wanting some more for himself. After a little struggle with their one single sandwich, they looked lovingly at each other for a moment. Both of their eyes shone with great love within their hearts.

After Poppy set the sandwich aside, Branch knew it might be the perfect time for them to kiss. He closed his eyes and brought his lips forward, but Poppy moved her fingers and brought her hands close to his chest, causing him to tumble on his back. He laughed as she tickled him in his belly, which is the most supremely ticklish part of his entire furry body.

“Nothing like a good tickle can keep you happy!” Poppy said happily as she kept running down her fingers to his little blue tummy. “Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy!”

“Hahaha! That tickles!” Branch said through his laughter, enjoying the feeling of being rubbed in the belly. “HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! HA HA HA!!”

As she continued tickling Branch, Poppy can clearly see that her cat seems to be making the same facial expressions as her boyfriend. She stopped for a moment to think why Branch and her cat look the same, and she kept wondering if there were some cats that look just like her own somewhere in the village. But could her friends really be right about that?

Poppy had no time to think some more because her dad showed up from just a few feet from her. “Hey, Poppy!” King Peppy called to her daughter. “Can I have a word with you, please?”

She stood up to hear his voice and said “Oh, sure! What is it you want to tell me, Dad?”

Then she walked up to the old king, leaving Branch still laying down on his back on the ground. He moved his paws around in a desperate attempt to get back on his legs and meowed for Poppy to come back to him, as if he wanted more tickles in his tummy. “Meow? Meeooww, meeeoooww!!”

Just then, a tiny blue butterfly fluttered by and made a gentle landing on Branch’s nose. It sat there, moving its little wings up and down. Branch stared at it for a second, and he tried reaching out a paw to his face to catch the butterfly, causing it to fly away.

Now having the sudden urge to catch it, Branch got up and chased after the flying little bug, pouncing towards it with his paws outstretched.

Meanwhile, Poppy approached her father, who was holding a confidential letter in his hands. “What is it, Dad?” she asked.

King Peppy handed the note to her. “The Troll Disappearance Investigation is arranging some leadership assignments for you,” he explained. “As Queen, you shall be able to lead them during their cases.”

“So it means I’ll find more clues related to this week’s incident?” asked Poppy as she read the contents of the paper written with bold handwriting.

“Not only that incident about the Archaeo morphisis, all of the TDI’s assignments,” said Peppy. “They’re looking forward to promoting you as head minister.”

Poppy couldn’t believe what she had heard so far. She sprang her arms wide with excitement. “That’s wonderful, Dad!” she said. “I’m being promoted for the investigation club! I can’t wait to lead everyone on during their cases!”

“And I know you will do well as a good leader,” King Peppy said, putting an arm on her shoulder.

As Poppy and her dad talked, Branch ran past them, chasing the little butterfly around the area. It landed on a rock, but he caught up to it and pounced for it, making it flutter away from him again.

Poppy giggled as she watched her cat play with the butterfly. She turned to King Peppy and asked “Do you think pets are allowed in the TDI department?”

Branch stopped chasing the butterfly to hear her sentence. Happy that he is no longer chasing it, the butterfly flew away to its freedom in the woods.

Poppy wanted her father to agree to the point if Branch will come along with her to the investigation agency, but instead, King Peppy just shook his head sadly. “Sorry, Poppy,” he said. “But the TDI has rules against pets.”

“Why not?” Poppy said anxiously. “I don’t want my cat to get lonely in my pod!” 

At the sound of that, Branch walked up to her side and looked up at her with his big pleading eyes, agreeing with her statement. “Meow!” he begged.

“Yes, but one of the agents was highly allergic to cats, so I suggest you put on a clean dress and go without your pet cat,” King Peppy explained.

“Meow...” Branch meowed sadly at those awful news. He just wanted to accompany Poppy during her job, but since the TDI won’t allow any animals, it was now forbidden for him to go there because he is a cat. He sat down and hung his head with disappointment.

Stroking Branch’s head, Poppy reluctantly agreed to the point at what’s best for her pet, and she certainly doesn’t want some Trolls who suffer some allergies to swell up from the presence of a furry animal. Branch thought about the same thing too, as he had been a big fan of keeping Trolls safe from danger, especially preventing them to consume allergy sickness.

Sighing, Poppy nodded to her father and said “Okay, fine.” She turned to Branch and told him “I’m sorry, bud. I guess you’re gonna have to stay at home.”

King Peppy held on to his cane with anticipation. “It’s good that you are listening, Poppy,” he said as he prepared to leave. “Meet you in the TDI’s conference office in a few minutes?”

“Sure,” Poppy replied in an unsure voice. “I…I will be there.”

“Very well,” King Peppy said kindly. Then he walked away, leaving Poppy and Branch alone in their spot in the woods.

“Meow?” Branch meowed with complete concern and worriedness, unable to believe that there will be no more quality time between him and Poppy. She petted his head to comfort him as he looked up at her anxiously.

“Sorry, Mr. Tickle. I’m afraid I have more queen duties to be done rather than spending time with you,” Poppy explained as she continued caressing his hair. “But you must understand that I’m now the Queen and I need to be more hardworking and busy, is that okay?”

She rubbed Branch’s chin, but he is still feeling very sad. It was the first time Branch could remember being unable to enjoy one of Poppy’s usual habit of petting him, and he knew he is going to miss everything he had spent with her, such as how she took such good care of him, how she fed him nicely and how she usually rubs his belly.

“I guess this was goodbye,” Branch said softly with a sigh, staring down at the ground. He wished to spend more time with Poppy, but she had other tasks to tend to because she’s the leader of Troll Village.

Poppy patted Branch’s forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back after a few minutes,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I love you so much, my sweet kitty.”

Branch turned away from her, refusing to see the look of her reassuring face. Deep down, he didn’t like how this is being planned.

                                             To Be Continued...

                                          Stay tuned for Part 25!

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AU Yeah August Day 2: Convention

AU where Marinette has a serious love of cosplaying.

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“Marinette, this is amazing! I love it!”

Marinette blushed to the roots of her wig. “Uh - um, th-thanks, Adrien!” she stammered.

She looked in the mirror at her own outfit and smiled. The blonde wig wasn’t the best quality because she’d had to buy it online with what little money she’d had left over, but the rest of her outfit was pretty damn good if she did say so herself.

When she’d first thought of cosplaying as Princess Zelda for the upcoming convention, she’d made the mistake of telling Alya. Alya had literally turned right around and loudly suggested that Adrien be Maronette’s Link. Much to Marinette’s joy (and equal parts horror), Adrien had enthusiastically agreed.

“It fits perfectly,” Adrien went on. He’d gone downstairs to change. “Can I come up now?”

“Sure,” Marinette said, smoothing her tunic down. She hoped Adrien’s costume fit perfectly, considering she’d had his measurements memorized for months, but this was their dress rehearsal to make sure. She had five days to fix any problems.

Adrien clambered up the ladder and stood there, beaming. “Well? What do you think?”

“It looks great,” Marinette said absently, her attention captured by the way a seam wasn’t sitting quite right. She grabbed a couple of pins and approached him.

“I love it. It just looks so authentic,” Adrien gushed. “I haven’t seen any other cosplay of them look this awesome. You’re so talented!”

Marinette blushed again at the praise. “Thanks,” she squeaked, embarrassed.

Because up close, Adrien was even more handsome. He was lucky in that his hair was the same shade of golden blond as Link’s, meaning he didn’t need to wear a wig. Normally he had it gelled back but right now several messy strands hung in his face, like he’d been dragging his hands through it. It was a strangely familiar look.

She tried to ignore the thought, instead focusing on the seam and using the pins to move it up by half an inch. It had to be just a coincidence.

“I guess this makes me your knight in shining armor, Purrrr-incess!” he quipped.

Marinette froze.

Adrien froze too.

There was a moment of long silence during which they just stared at each other. Adrien’s expression grew increasingly panicked, his mouth opening and closing, but it was like he couldn’t bring himself to actually speak. Marinette wasn’t thinking about speaking at all; her brain was filled with internal screaming.

And then Tikki burst out of her hiding space and declared, “Ha! Your kitten messed up first! You owe me five macarons, Plagg!”

Adrien looked like someone had slapped him across the face with the foam sword strapped to his back.

“Not fair!” Plagg whined, zipping out of Adrien’s tunic.

Marinette promptly stabbed herself with a pin.

“What do you mean, not fair?!” Tikki demanded.

“Your bug made this situation happen! We said no outside influences!” Plagg said.

“That is so not the same thing!”

“It is too!”

“... what just happened?” Adrien whispered to himself.

“Obviously I’m dreaming,” Marinette said, ignoring the fact that her finger very much hurt.

“Dreaming,” Adrien said faintly.

“Dreaming,” Marinette said with a firm nod, and, ignoring their squabbling kwami and her shell shocked partner, went to go outwardly scream into her Chat Noir pillow.

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Chat For a Day:  Chapter 2

I’m Gonna Kill Him

Adrien woke up thirty minutes before his alarm was set to go off.  He tried to go back to sleep, but the knowledge of what his day had in store made him vibrate with excitement.  He felt extremely awake.

Much to Plagg’s chagrin, Adrien sat up mulling over his plan.  Everything was ready.  Last night, Adrien spent hours looking up new puns and jokes.  Before going to bed, he had messed with his hair in the bathroom mirror to find the perfect balance between his usual style and Chat Noir’s.  Even his clothes were laid out on the couch.  He found it amazing (and a little sad) how effortless his personality shone through when he was transformed and how difficult it was to execute in his civilian form.  Nonetheless, he was ready.

“Kid,” Plagg grumbled, “go back to sleep.  It’s too early for all this nonsense.”

“I’m already up, Plagg,” Adrien responded, “Besides, you’re just going to sleep in my bag all day.”

“It’s not the same as the bed and you know it!” the Kwami shouted as Adrien shut the door to the bathroom.

As Adrien got ready for the day, he could feel a slowly building nervousness settling in his gut.  After showering, he pulled on a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black overshirt.  He carefully styled his hair and sprayed it into place with plenty of product.  Once he was satisfied with his look, he slipped on a pair of bright green converses and sauntered out of the bathroom.

“So, how do I look?” Adrien asked hesitantly.

“You look like you should have already gotten me some cheese,” Plagg said crossing his arms.

Adrien glared at his Kwami.  “Plagg!”

The tiny being scoffed.  “Ugh, fine.  You look like you, Adrien.  I don’t know why you’re trying so hard.”

“I just want to get this right.”

“Isn’t the whole point of today for you to have fun?”

“I want to look the part.  I want to be authentic.”

Plagg threw his hands into the air.  “You are Chat Noir!”

“Yeah, but everyone else doesn’t know that,” Adrien responded with a snarky tone.

“Whatever, kid.  Just let loose and be yourself.”

“I’m trying!”

Plagg flew away and landed on Adrien’s desk.  “Today is definitely going to be an interesting day,” he grumbled.

Adrien walked over to his Kwami.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see,” Plagg teased.

“Well, that’s annoyingly vague.” Adrien rolled his eyes.

“I am thousands of years old.  I don’t need to be clear.”

“It doesn’t matter.  We need to go.  Could you get in my bag?”

“Is there cheese in there?”

“Yes.”

Plagg zoomed into the bag without responding.  Adrien gathered his belongings and walked out the door.  He was ready for this.

***

Marinette was NOT ready for this.  She spent most of the previous night panicking amidst Tikki’s pleas for her to go to bed.  Sleep evaded her almost the entire night.  While laying under her comforter, she played out hundreds of scenarios in her mind.  After sleeping for about four hours, Marinette woke up frazzled, nervous, and bleary-eyed.

“Tikki,” she groaned, “I think I’m dying.”

“Oh, Marinette,” her Kwami sighed, “You’re not dying.  Just come home and take a nap during your lunch break.”

Marinette yawned.  “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

Tikki flew over to her chosen and patted her comfortingly on the cheek.  Marinette’s eyes suddenly grew wide.

“Except I can’t come back here!” she exclaimed, “I have to talk to ADRIEN.  Why did I let Chat talk me into this?”

“You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” Tikki stated.

“No, that’s not it.  I WANT to do this.  Do you know how badly I just want to be normal around Adrien?  It’s going to take a miracle though.”

Tikki turned her head and mumbled, “Yeah, be careful what you wish for.”

Marinette gave her Kwami a confused look.  “What?”

“Nothing, Marinette,” Tikki brushed it off, “Let’s just try to have a good day.”

The teen squinted. “O...kay.”

Marinette walked over to her mirror and attempted to smooth out her bedhead.  She applied some eyeliner and a pop of lipgloss.

She then opened her closet and scanned her choices.  As an aspiring designer, Marinette knew how the right clothes could give you a much-needed confidence boost.  She decided to channel her inner Ladybug and put on a red, knee-length dress.  She paired it with black leggings and black flats.  She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath.

“You can do this,” she thought to herself, “You are Ladybug.  You just need to be YOURSELF.”

“You look great, Marinette,” Tikki broke through the silence, “but you should really get going because if you wait any longer…”

“You’re going to be late!  It’s time to go to school!” a distant third voice cut off the Kwami.

Marinette looked at the time on her phone and gasped.

“Oh, no!  Not again!” she exclaimed.

Tikki zoomed into her purse.  She then picked up her belongings and bounded down the stairs.  Finally, she grabbed a pastry without stopping and ran through the door.

***

Adrien opened the car door and stepped out.  He took a deep breath, stood up straight, and walked up the stairs leading into the school’s courtyard.  He saw Alya and Nino engrossed in conversation.  They didn’t notice him...yet.

“Here goes nothing,” he thought.

Adrien quietly padded up behind them and said, “Good morning, fantastic friends!  I hope you two are feline good today.”

Alya squealed and Nino jumped almost a foot into the air.

“What the freak, dude!” Nino glared at his best friend, “Where did you come from!  And, bro, we talked about the puns!”

After taking a moment to compose herself, Alya cocked her head to the side and asked, “Are you method acting right now?”

“Am I what?” It was Adrien’s turn to be confused.

She squinted at him.  “Is there another Ladybug and Chat Noir movie coming out or something?”

“No,” he replied.

“Then what’s with the getup and the puns?  Are you trying to channel your inner Chat Noir today, Agreste?”

“No, I’m just trying to be myself.”

“What are you talking about?  You’re never like this.”  Alya gestured to all of Adrien.

“Actually, babe,” Nino said clearing his throat, “He does this sometimes.  I’ve heard him attempt probably some of the worst puns on the planet.  Seriously, sometimes I question whether he’s Chat Noir’s long lost twin brother or something.”

Adrien chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.  He offered Alya a toothy smile.

“Uh huh,” Alya scrutinized, “That still doesn’t explain the outfit, sunshine.  Do you have a photo shoot today?”

“No,” Adrien grinned, “I wanted to try something mew.  I for one think it looks paw-sitively purrrr-fect.”

“Dude.” Nino’s hands rested on his temples as he shook his head.

“You know what,” Alya put her hand on Adrien’s shoulder, “Whatever makes you happy.  I think this is one of the first times I’ve seen you with a genuine smile.”

“Really?” Adrien asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, bro,” Nino chimed in, “The puns may make me groan, but it is nice to see you looking happy.”

Adrien beamed and put his arms around Nino and Alya’s shoulders.

“Thanks, you guys,” he said with joyful tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, Adrien felt himself being ripped away from the tender moment with his friends and into the tight grasp of something unwanted.  He looked up and saw Chole dragging him across the courtyard.

“Adrikins!” she shouted in his ear causing him to wince, “What an interesting look today!  Ugh...I just had to get you away from those losers.”

Adrien planted his feet firmly on the ground causing the snobby blonde to stop in her tracks.  He then proceeded to remove her hands from his arm and take a step away from her.

Once he deemed there was a healthy distance between them, he stated, “Actually, Chloe.  Alya and Nino are my friends, and I would appreciate it if you stopped saying hurtful things to them.”

Chloe looked stunned.  She tried to speak, but the only sound she made was an offended huff.

“Also,” Adrien continued, “I really don’t want you hanging on me like that anymore.  It kind of makes me uncomfortable.”

“Adrikins,” Chloe choked out while shaking her head, “I don’t understand.”

“Okay,” Adrien rolled his eyes, “Allow me to clarify.  Please respect my personal space and my friends.  Being polite and considerate never goes out of style.”

Before letting her respond, he bowed, turned on his heel, and walked away.  Upon returning to Alya and Nino, he was met with disbelieving stares and gaping mouths.

“What?” Adrien questioned.

“Dude,” Nino responded, “that was...wow.”

“Wow is right, sunshine!” Alya noted, “I didn’t know you had it in you!”

Not wanting to dwell on the past few minutes, Adrien quickly changed the subject.  “Come on.  Let’s get to class.”

Nino and Alya looked at each other and shrugged.  The trio then walked up the stairs and into their first classroom for the day.

***

Marinette ran into the classroom with five minutes to spare.  She rushed to her seat without greeting anyone, flopped facedown onto the desk, and groaned loudly.  She was exhausted.

“Girl, what happened?” Alya asked with concern lacing her voice.

Without lifting her head, Marinette mumbled into the desk, “I barely slept last night.”

“Is something bothering you, Princess?” she heard a voice say through her fatigued haze.

It took a moment for her brain to process what was happening.  

“There is only one person in Paris who’s called me ‘Princess’ before,” she thought.

Marinette looked up and squinted.  Her eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the bright lights of the classroom.  The sight before her was still a little blurry.  She could just make out a mop of blond hair and a glint of green.

“No…” she whispered, “it’s too early for this.”

The blond mop turned it’s head to the side.  “Too early for what?”

She rubbed her eyes and focused on the person in front of her.  Her eyes turned into saucers when she realized who she was talking to.

“ADRIEN!” she panicked, “Morning is good...I mean...it’s morning...I MEAN YOU’RE MORNING….I MEAN...ugh nevermind.”

Marinette slammed her head back on the table and groaned.

Adrien chuckled, “Cat got your tongue, Princess?”

She slowly raised her head again and looked at the boy in front of her.

Without a hint of nervousness in her voice, she stated, “That’s what I thought you called me.”

“Well, at the risk of sounding too fur-ward, it only seems proper to address someone as paw-sitively purr-ty as you with a fitting title,” Adrien remarked with a smirk.

“Holy…” Alya murmured.

“Dude,” Nino bumped Adrien’s shoulder.

Marinette squinted...hard.  She knew her mouth was agape, but she didn’t bother to close it.  She was too busy trying to solve the jumbled Rubix Cube in her brain.  Surely she was hallucinating.  It was just a trick her sleepless brain was playing on her...right?  

Then, it hit her like a wrecking ball on drywall.

“Oh my God,” she said breathlessly.

“Marinette,” Adrien gasped with worry starting to pool in his eyes, “are you okay?  You look a little pale.”

She took a deep breath and looked at Alya...who was recording with her phone.  Her best friend had documented the entire thing.  Marinette decided that she couldn’t deal with this right now.  She needed a moment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said to her friends with the steadiest voice she could muster, “I’m not feeling very good.  I’ll be right back.”

As Marinette stood to leave, Adrien got up, as well.  

“Please, let me help you,” he offered.

Marinette held up her hand to stop him.  “No, no.  You stay here.  Please, you need to stay here.  I just need a second.  I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure?” he asked gently.

She nodded her head quickly.  “Yes, I’ll be back.”  

She turned on her heel and walked briskly out the door.  She passed Miss Bustier as she walked through the threshold.

“Marinette!” her teacher exclaimed worriedly, “Class is about to start.  Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Bustier,” Marinette responded, “I’m not feeling too well at the moment.  I was just going to go to the restroom for a minute.  I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, but let me know if you need to go to the nurse.”

“I will!  Thank you!”

Marinette sprinted to the bathroom.  She slammed the door behind her and scooted into a stall.

“Tikki,” she whispered loudly once the door was locked, “I know something I don’t think I’m supposed to know.”

“Oh, Marinette,” her Kwami said with remorseful eyes.

“Did you know?” she asked hurriedly, “Did you know that Adrien is Chat Noir?”

Tikki hung her head low.  “Yes, I did.  I’m sorry, Marinette.”

“So it’s true.”

“Yes, Adrien is Chat Noir.”

“Adrien is Chat Noir,” Marinette repeated.

Tikki flew up to her chosen’s face.  “Yes, I believe we’ve already established that.”

“No, Tikki,” Marinette stared blankly at the stall door, “Adrien isn’t just Chat Noir.  No, no, no.  This means that Chat Noir is Adrien.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No, it’s not.  Because now this means that Adrien is one of my best friends and my trusted partner.  And this also means that...oh God...I’m in love with Chat Noir.”

“That is technically true.”

“That stupid cat is never going to let me live this down.  He knows I have a crush on him.  I told him last night!  One day when we have a house and three kids he’s going to look at me and say, ‘See, didn’t I tell you that one day you would wake up and realize that it’s me you’ve been in love with all along.  Look how great everything turned out’.”

“I’m sure he’ll treat you nicely once he knows.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong.  I know he’ll treat me like royalty.  I mean, did you see that set up he had on that roof?  There were candles and rose petals...BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not going to tease me for the rest of my life.  And...OHMYGOD, TIKKI.  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?”

“Marinette, you’re spiraling.”

She ignored her Kwami and continued.  “This means that freaking ally cat ACTUALLY voiced his own alter-ego in a movie.  Was he even trying to keep this a secret?”

Tikki put her paw on her chosen’s cheek.  “Marinette, calm down.  It’s okay.”

“I’m gonna kill him, Tikki.”

“No, Marinette!”

Marinette turned her head to the side and pursed her lips.  “You’re right.  I can’t do that.”

The red Kwami tapped Marinette on the nose in an attempt to get her attention.  The red-faced teen finally looked up.

“Are you going to tell him the truth?” Tikki asked firmly.

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, of course, I’m going to tell him.”

“You won’t have trouble talking to him about it?”

“It’s Chat Noir.  Why would I have trouble talking to him?”

“Because it’s Adrien.”

“Who just so happens to be Chat Noir.  

Her Kwami offered her a sympathetic look.

Marinette huffed.  “Look, I’m compartmentalizing right now.  You should be proud.  I’ll freak out about it being Adrien later.”

Tikki smiled.  “So, you’re going to tell him?”

“Oh, yeah.  I’ll tell him today,” Marinette shot Tikki a mischevious grin, “but I’m gonna mess with him first.”

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[your-average-pyro]

Thank you for tagging me, @lovingikesen !

The rules are:

1. Tag the person who tagged you

2. Answer the questions

3. Tag 10 people

How tall are you?

Around 170cm

What colour and style is your hair?

Light brown and really long, usually in a ponytail

What colour are your eyes?

Green

Do you wear glasses?

I should be wearing them all the time, but I always forget to

Do you wear braces?

I am getting invisaline (idk how to spell it) soon, I don't really want braces and they are the same price where I live

What is your fashion sense?

Not there? I wear black leggings most of the time, and black, grey, white or blue shirts if I'm not wearing a band t-shirt

Full name?

Julia

No last name provided for a reason

When were you born?

November 12

No one ever knew that throughout my life because it is right after remembrance day, so bringing it up was considered disrespectful (or so my grade 1 teacher told me)

Where are you from and where do you live now?

I was born in Vancouver, B.C. and I live in the GTA now.

(Greater Toronto Area not Grand Theft Auto)

What school do you go to?

I went to elementary, middle, and high school and now I go to a university mostly focused in STEM

What kind of a student are you?

I procrastinate a lot, and I never say anything in class, so I'm pretty invisible. I do get high grades for someone who never participates though

Do you like school?

Now I have no real opinion of it, I just think of it as part of my routine, but before uni, it depended on what subject, and who was the teacher etc.

Favourite subject?

Chemistry, music, or math

(No one believes me when I say these are my top three)

Favourite TV show?

There are many

Arrested Development or Monty Python's Flying Circus is probably what I would answer if asked the question in the outernet

Favourite movie?

Again, so many

Thor Ragnarok, The Big Lebowski, any Ghibli movie, What We Do In The Shadows, The Holy Grail, I could go on forever

Favourite books?

Most Harry Potter books, the City of Brass, The School for Good and Evil, The Tale of Despereaux, Lord of the Rings

All of these I read from 8 years old to 15 years old but I still love them

Favourite pastime?

Video games. I really love Don't Starve, Subnautica, the Witness, The Binding of Isaac Afterbirth, Fez, Rayman Legends and Origins, Battle Block Theatre, Plants vs. Zombies (the first one), Inside, VVVVV, Journey

And many more

(I highly recommend these)

Do you have any regrets?

Certainly

Dream job?

I have never thought about it, I just want a job

Would you ever like to be married?

Maybe in the future, but right now the only reason why I would ever want to be married is to do the John Mulaney "that's my wife" thing all of the time

Would you like to have kids?

I have a three-year-old baby girl, she kills a lot of mice and I am very proud of her. She can't say many words, but things I have heard come out of her mouth are:

Meow, murr, mhrhmp, purrrr, mau

In all seriousness I don't want to have children, maybe one day in the future when I know I will be able to take care of one

How many?

I want no more than two

Do you like shopping?

At some stores, like Hot Topic, but I am too broke to be shopping there

What countries have you visited?

I live in Canada, I have gone to the US, Japan, China, Scotland, Germany, Switzerland, England, France, Ireland

I have friends and family in most of these countries so I don't have to worry about money for hotels, food, and transportation. That's why I can travel so much.

Scariest nightmare you ever had?

I only remember one, which isn't actually scary, all I remember is that I was sitting on the couch with my family (I was five at the time) and my some conversation happened and my mom put a crumpled up piece of paper into her mouth(??? She would never do that in real life) and she became really wrinkly and then turned into a zombie. Someone screamed, and then I don't remember anything else

I don't remember any other nightmares, for some reason I have always remembered this one

Any enemies?

If I have one they are really good at keeping it a secret

Any significant other?

Unless if you count fictional characters, no

Do you believe in miracles?

No

How are you?

Tired

I hope I did it right this time

I'm breaking a rule, I don't want to tag anyone because I feel a bit anxious tagging someone, but if you weren't tagged and you want to do it, feel free to say I tagged you, I don't mind!

[stupiidgood]

stupiidgood​:

stupiidgood​:

thots about shawn

shawn’s a switch and the whole top/bottom dichotomy doesn’t matter. her persuasion is submissive.

owns 1 bra that never gets washed until it ‘mysteriously’ ends up in gus’ laundry.

no lingerie. her sexiest/skimpiest things are loose thin tank tops and like some cute panties.

pull her hair.

my original headcanon was that shawn is, overall, fairly vanilla. in canon i maintain that, but i also have developed this character a bit over the years and my opinions have swayed

has a kink for being restrained, blindfolded, sometimes gagged.

will be shy but receptive to praise. will immediately check out if you give unsolicited Bad Talk. basically don’t make her feel bad unless it’s like sexy bad aka naughty.

loves being marked up; hickeys, scratches, bruises.

if you at any point moan her name/nickname/pet name/ect she’s gonna lose it.

takes teasing as a challenge, and she’s not known for turning down a challenge. y’all could play the teasing game all night.

likes getting more than giving but when she gives its a Thing.

loves to tell you how good you look/feel, call you nicknames, or even how bad you’ve been. Purrrr.

If she feels really safe with you she’ll want to start exploring crossdressing/genderplay/ect in the bedroom.

She is a br.at!! Playful disobedience, hard to get, etc. You’re gonna have to work for her submission for the most part but she’s worth it.

If you edge her she will whine and complain! Congrats on your headache!

Canonically into roleplay (in for a penny(?); jules getting the Top Gun jacket)

Canonically uses handcuffs (pilot; whether primarily for himself or for his partners is a gray area)

Primarily big spoon. Even if it isn’t the classic snuggled right up against your back, she will drape herself on top of you bc she wants to protect you.

wants to ride ur d:ck/strap but can only go for like 10 seconds because that takes so much thigh strength

is going to take your strap like a Good Girl (or boy)

you’ll already have an idea before anything gets to far, but depending on where her gender feelings are that day she either wants to be referred to in feminine [good girl, ma’am, princess, mistress] or masculine terms [good boy, daaddy, master, sir]. All other terms are considered gender neutral (sweetheart, wh0re, dear, etc). If youre ever unsure you can always just ask her.

(during one off casual encounters) Pillow Princess; shawn 👏 is 👏 lazy

sub space Shawn is very pliant, and very quiet. No one would blame you for being concerned the first time you experience it.

Very selectively into choking; she will let you know when she wants it--because she will be very plain and insistent about it--and if you ask for it she will give it to you.

[o-n-a-n-i]

e over your childhood like flowers, there will be a lot more plot if you want I'm at least that and there was a device to a master so dm if interested! Looking to be dom with this, so if any subs are interested, please dm~ Pendulum is what I wanted to go beyond tea* *Looks at hermit* *sweats the kitty* *sips some more.* *falls asleep* Goddamn knowing my hair (It was a call with the corrupted graining* *she sits down on one-brain _ Purrrr *continues to whisper over to send messages energy and the splatting them, should be a good boss, and having some fun, but the body ahh. And i want to try and make a group rp in which such as females and needs to be controlled by a Female Characters. - Spectations, Crossdrestion, NTR requirement, loving milf *SpiralsI an invite strikes and make them or something like that was all real hypno based rps the best kind of stuff like that, I wanted to say that I have a few saved to draw it simply reading. Chances are never the message to draw Am I alloud sissy it would be best. Day I don't mind being the dom, dm me. Anyone up for a play? Male switch looking for femsub or femdom character for a classic hypno, tech control, supernatural, puppet, pet hypno, superhero/supervillian rp either existing or original characters. Possible The world Ends With You, Teen Titans, Fairy Tail, Ben 10, Naruto, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Kim Possible, Code Geass, or Strike The Blood rp. Also looking for members for a vampire coven. Also will do dollification, bimbo, goth, Stepfordization, Egyptian, maidifaction, and open to new ideas pm me if interested. Anyone here want to rp? I'm up for some hypno roleplay Mergaps *holds out the cookie* *Hands out coving on some exotic one. Whether you will work that involve but I feel like youre strip you gave it earlier no Anyone want to roleplay? *goes back to sweeping* *nods* Hello Hello Hiya *hugs* *flops towards Momo* Oh no ;w; *Puts massage* _slowly