#i haven't had hair shorter than shoulder length

[c4tto626]

oooh no

just thought about cutting my hair down to like chin/shoulder length

[corpsekiller]

hi! could i request gintoki x reader where he is being protective of his s/o? it could be any kind of scenario!

𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — 𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢

PAIRING. gintoki sakata x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. fluff, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes

SYNOPSIS. while you're out drinking at a bar with gintoki, a stranger hits on you and gintoki shows a side of him you've rarely seen before.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. my dear anon, i'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this. your request was wonderful and i hope you find this fic in the near future, even if you had to wait so long <3

LENGTH. 2.069 words

MASTERLIST

If anyone asked how you ended up here, you couldn't even explain.

The bar is dimly lit, warm light reflects off bottles of sake lined up behind the wooden counter stained with dust and dirt. The steady murmur of hushed conversations fills the air, the familiar scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke curls around your head as you slump back in your seat and let your eyes wander over the customers lounging at the tables, chatting quietly or laughing hysterically, downing one drink after the other.

Admittedly, it's not the nicest pub you've ever seen, not exactly a place you'd choose on your own considering the number of sleazy men you've already spotted lurking in the shadows of the room, drunkenly flirting with every woman that walks past them and throwing insults after them upon rejection before they throw themselves on a new prey, attempting to get in their pants.

Though sitting next to your best friend makes this rundown bar feel almost cozy if you ignore the shady barkeeper who has been sending you dirty looks ever since you stepped through the front door.

"Y'know, it's weird," Gintoki mutters, nursing his cup filled to the brim with sake and offering you a lazy grin when he finally catches your attention again and you turn around to look at him with a questioning arch to your brow.

His yukata is slightly askew, the white fabric of his sleeve slipping off his shoulder and his hair is disheveled, more than usual, though he doesn't seem to care — judging by the flush of his cheeks and the soft curve of his lips pulled into a drowsy smile, he has already had enough to make him stumble over his own feet on the way back home. "You hang out with me all the time, but you still haven't learned to handle your liquor. Just admit that you're an amateur!"

How ironic.

"Someone has to stay sober enough to drag your sorry ass home, Gin." You roll your eyes at his comment and take a tentative sip of your drink before you shift closer, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you look at him with a mischievous grin. "I don't wanna explain to the kids why you spent the night sleeping on a lonely park bench like a homeless loser. Don't forget you have to be a good role model for them."

"Ah, those damn brats," he groans and shakes his head, lazily twirling his drink as if deep in thought, though you doubt there's much going on in his mind, at least tonight. "They're the reason why I have another set of bills piling up on my desk," he complains, though there's no bite to his words. "Maybe I should sell the damn dog if we keep running shorter on food—"

"Maybe you could get a decent job, ever thought about that?"

"Oi, don't speak to the infamous Yorozuya Gintoki like that, young lady!" He scoffs and leans forward, pointing an accusatory finger at you as if you just spat into his beloved chocolate parfait right before his very eyes. "Did you forget that we repaired your roof the other day, huh? Without us, you'd soon have some creep peek through the hole in your ceiling and watch you sleep!"

"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself peeking into my room?" You smirk, barely able to stifle a laugh when he gasps loudly and clutches his chest in offense.

The banter between you two has always been lighthearted, a steady rhythm of playful teasing and sarcasm that makes the days, no matter how dark, a little better, a little easier to survive. Beneath it all though, the jokes and the insults you both throw around as if you couldn't bear the sound of each other breathing, lies a deep understanding and a certain kind of affection neither of you really dares to name.

Just as you're about to counter another one of Gintoki's jabs, a shadow falls over your table.

"Hey there, pretty thing," a voice drawls, pulling your attention to the source of those words dripping with false friendliness — a man, seemingly already in his late 40s towering over you with a smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. His eyes linger on you, wandering over the length of your figure with an almost predatory glint that makes your stomach twist and turn in all the wrong ways. "Why don't ya leave this loser and have a drink with a real man, hm? I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Instinctively you lean back, trying to get as much distance as possible between you and the stranger, though it's no use. Before you can utter a response, he moves closer and places a hand on your wrist and grazes over your arm to grab your shoulder. Unease settles in the back of your throat, a heavy feeling that ties your tongue and renders you unable to bite back with a snarky reply that might scare him off.

Just as you're about to pull back, his fingers still hovering above your shoulder, the table shifts and the glasses still filled with sake clatter auspiciously.

Then, Gintoki is suddenly in front of you, his hand wrapped tightly around the man's wrist. His knuckles are turning white from the sheer strength of his tight grip, but you notice a subtle tremor running through his body, his muscles straining and tensing under the thin fabric of his shirt as he slowly twists the stranger's arm into an unnatural position that makes him inhale sharply. Gintoki isn't looking at you, though — his eyes are fixed on the drunken jerk, and for once, there is no trace of his usual lazy grin that you've grown so accustomed to.

No, there was nothing but pure anger etched into the sharp features of his face.

"Oi, didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch things that don't belong to you?" His voice is calm, almost eerily so, but there is an edge to it that makes the air thrum with a certain kind of tension. The room around you grows quiet, so deadly silent that you're certain you could hear a pin drop and yet, you can't seem to turn your head to check if the other people are watching, can't force yourself to let your gaze wander away for even a second.

"What are you doing? Let go of me, you idiot!" The unknown man blinks in surprise, the smirk he wore only a moment ago slowly fading as his drunken bravado wavers before he attempts to jerk his hand free, pulling one, two, three times, but it's no use. Gintoki only huffs out a humorless laugh and slowly leans in closer, the crimson of his eyes glinting dangerously in the dim lighting of the bar.

"You think I'm a joke, huh?" He murmurs, low and alarmingly calm. "Look, dude, I'm the kind of guy who smiles even when I'm ticked off. So if I'm not smiling right now... you've really crossed a line."

There's a moment of silence as Gintoki merely stares at the stranger until he begins to squirm nervously, seemingly contemplating what he should do with him, then he pulls the man forward by his wrists and tilts his head to whisper something into his ear, though you can't make out what he's saying.

Whatever it is, it must be utterly terrifying because only a split second later, the man's eyes widen in pure horror. The color drains from his face and his mouth falls open in wordless shock as he gapes at your best friend, frozen in place, unable to move an inch like a rabbit caught in the jaw of a wolf.

Then, at last, with a rough yank that sends the creep stumbling back into another occupied table, Gintoki lets go of him and turns towards you. In an instant, his expression softens, a comforting reassurance replacing the storm that has been raging in his gaze ever since the stranger had tried to put his hands on you. Slowly, but surely, the tension around you slowly eased despite the steady pounding of your heart and you let out a breath you didn't you'd been holding, forcing your body to relax.

"Hey," Gintoki murmurs as he nudges your shoulder, his tone lighter now, almost gentle if you listen closer. "You okay?"

You swallow, nodding, though your voice still sounds treacherously shaky when you dare to speak up. "Yeah, I’m fine. I just… Thank you."

Somehow, those words feel too small, too meaningless to express what you're truly feeling — because in this very moment, with his hand still lingering protectively on the table between you and the space where the stranger stood, you realize something about your best friend that you never thought about before.

Sure, Gintoki and you have known each other for so long you barely remember your first encounter, and sometimes you'd almost dare to say you know him better than anyone else, always having each other's back, no matter what life threw your way, but tonight, it feels different.

He isn't just standing up for you — he's shielding you as if the idea of someone hurting you is something he can't bear.

"You don’t have to thank me for something like that," he mutters, his gaze dropping to the floor. A faint blush creeps up his neck and flushes his pale cheeks, barely noticeable in the dim lighting of the bar, and his hand shoots up to scratch at the back of his neck, fingers twirling strands of silver hair in an attempt to hide what seems to be embarrassment. "I mean, I was just… doing what I always do. I can’t just sit there when some jerk thinks he can lay a hand on you."

God, you don't think you've ever seen him look so bashful.

"Gintoki," you reply softly, hesitantly reaching out to brush your fingertips over his scared knuckles before you give yourself a push and grab his entire hand, circling his skin with the pad of your thumb in reassuring motions. "Tell me, why do you always look out for me like this?"

He glances at your hand, then back up at you. Something flickers in his eyes and for a moment, a split second, you catch a glimpse of what lies behind his facade of carelessness and boredom, behind the mean jokes and snarky comments, behind the slaps on the back of your head when you've gotten yourself into trouble for nth time that week — adoration, perhaps even love, though you think that word might be too strong.

"Because," he replies softly, his gaze never leaving yours, "even an idiot like me knows a good thing when he’s got it."

Fuck. Your heart stumbles in your chest and warmth begins to pool in the pit of your stomach, crawling up your spine until you feel your face flush, tinting your cheeks in a soft shade of pink as you try to process his sudden display of unexpected affection. Just as you open your mouth to respond, he flashes you that infuriatingly lazy grin and reaches across the table to snatch his drink, lifting his glass with a careless tilt to eye its content.

"So," he announces as if nothing has changed at all, a delicate pinky finger outstretched to cram around his left nostril in search of a booger, "let’s forget about that creep and enjoy the rest of our night, yeah? You’re stuck with me for now, whether you like it or not."

Completely bamboozled by the sudden shift in his demeanor, you can only gape at him. One second he's fierce and protective, showing a side of him you only ever catch in rare, fleeting glimpses, and the next, he's back to being his usual insufferable self, cool and detached as if none of it matters.

But despite the confusion — despite everything — you can’t help the soft smile that tugs at your lips.

"Yeah," you whisper, feeling your chest swell with something almost painfully sweet. "I think I’m okay with that."

And as the night stretches on, with the bar growing quieter around you, it doesn't matter how rough or chaotic the world outside might be, because right here, in this tiny corner of Edo, you know one thing for certain - as long as Gintoki is beside you, you’ll always be safe.

[99liv3s]

Pregnancy Adventures for Us

(I wrote this story for some friends, putting their characters, as well as mine, in it, and decided to make it public, with their blessing)

The rain poured down heavily outside, the large drops bouncing off the roof of the large wooden cabin that stood alone in the forest, deep in nature and away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was a beautiful, multiple room structure that rivaled some houses, but was still quite cozy, warm, and inviting. There was only one floor, but this was out of necessity. Stairs were not ideal, for the occupants inside this cabin were all heavily pregnant!

The three girls were best friends, and as all three of them had ended up pregnant due to various circumstances, all at the same time, they had proposed living together in this cabin, where they could take care of each other and enjoy their experiences together. They had pooled all their money together to have this cabin built, which took a surprisingly short time, and now, the three girls lived comfortably inside it, enjoying each other's company in their conditions.

Crystal, the oldest of the three, had had experience with pregnancy before, having been a surrogate carrier three times before this one. As a result, the light skinned, green eyed, somewhat thin girl with brown shoulder length wavy hair, already had lots of experience being pregnant. Her current pregnancy was also a surrogate, and her melon-sized bump was completely at odds with her small size.

In contrast to Crystal, Mazy's size was on the heavier side, though she was still noticeably pregnant. Mazy also had brown hair, but it was shorter, just down to her chin, and her skin tone was only a tiny bit darker than Crystal's. Mazy's eyes were blue, and her breasts were pronounced, especially now that she was pregnant. Mazy was carrying a slime baby, and it was her first foray into pregnancy.

Liv, short for Olivia, was the smallest in stature of the three, even smaller than Crystal. As a result, Liv's pregnant belly looked as though she had swallowed a basketball, and her normally tiny breasts resembled two small apples. The pale, small, short black haired, brown eyed girl was pregnant with a large egg, due to an interesting alien encounter, and like Mazy, this was her first pregnancy.

Crystal was lying comfortably on the couch in the living room, reading a book and listening to the rain outside. Her hand rested on her expanded belly, which peeked out from under the green crop top she was wearing, along with gray loose pajama bottoms. The sound of a toilet flushing and a door opening made her look up, to see Liv waddling out of the bathroom, her pronounced, ball shaped belly somewhat bouncing with each step. Liv was wearing a small light pink maternity dress that the other two girls found very cute, and according to Liv, had been custom made for her. Liv sighed as she made her way over to Crystal. "This thing is sitting right on my bladder," Liv exclaimed, rubbing her bump, and causing Crystal to inadvertently rub hers. "That was my sixth trip to the bathroom!" Crystal rose up and got to her feet, motioning to Liv's belly. "May I?" Crystal asked, and Liv giggled. "One condition... I get to feel yours as well!" Crystal laughed as both girls felt around on each other's bumps. The baby inside Crystal kicked, causing both girls to giggle again, as Crystal continued to feel around carefully on Liv's orb-like belly. "Are you sure you haven't dropped a bit?" Crystal asked, looking at Liv with slight concern. "It feels lower." "But it's hard to tell with you." "I don't think so," Liv responded, as the two of them released each other. "It doesn't feel much different to me, just heavy." As Crystal smiled at her friend, Mazy came bouncing into the room, wearing a yellow shirt and loose jeans, and carrying a tray of sandwiches she had prepared. "Lunch is served," she exclaimed, setting the tray down. Mazy grimaced and rubbed her belly as the fetus inside moved around rapidly. "Hey, calm down in there," she said to it, as the other two girls reached happily for a sandwich.

As the three of them sat, happily eating their sandwiches, Mazy spoke up. "So, what should we do??" "Read??" "Should we play a game??" "There are some cards in the lower shelf over there..." Crystal swallowed her bite, then said, "Actually, I was thinking about all of us telling our stories to each other again." "I love hearing about how you two got pregnant." Liv smiled, beaming. "I mean, yours is good too, Crystal." She said, nibbling a bit more on her sandwich. "Oh, mine is nothing special, not quite as unique as both of yours," Crystal responded. "You're a surrogate, I'd call that pretty special," Liv argued back with a smile. "Why don't you start us off, miss surrogate?" Mazy suggested, leaning back in her chair. Liv giggled as Crystal smiled.

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A little over 8 months ago

"Everything seems to be in order," the doctor said, as Crystal lay on the exam table, her legs spread. "You are still very healthy and fit for child-bearing!" Crystal beamed as the doctor made a few notes on her clipboard. "This couple is very excited that you're giving them their first baby, but I have to note... you've already carried three times already." The doctor looked into Crystal's eyes. "Think you've had enough??" Crystal shook her head with an almost silly grin on her face. "Definitely not?" She answered. "You said it yourself how well my hips are shaped for child-bearing, and you were there for my last delivery." The doctor nodded, noting how easy it had seemed for Crystal. "You could say I'm made for this," Crystal continued. "How many carriers, even surrogate ones, can truly say that??" "You do have a point," the doctor replied, smiling. "I just had to ask, one last time, if you wanted to go through it yet again." Crystal nodded vigorously, and the doctor chuckled. "Well, there's no turning back now." "Ok, well... here we go."

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"I still can't believe this is your fourth," Liv said a few minutes later. Crystal's recounting of her story had been interrupted by Liv having to, yet again, run to the bathroom to pee. "I can," Mazy said, giving her a mischievous grin. "You definitely can't get enough." Crystal blushed slightly, but smiled. "After that convo, everything happened just like all the other times." "They put the baby in me, I met with the parents again, and that was that." "Huh, you're so close, are the parents not worried about you being out here with us?" Mazy asked, as Liv hung onto their every word, munching on her sandwich again. Crystal shook her head. "They don't care, as long as they get their daughter," she replied. "They told me they didn't even want to be present for the birth, and I didn't ask why..." Crystal looked at the two of them, then settled back into the couch. "Enough about me... you two have the more interesting stories anyway." The two girls looked over at Liv, who swallowed her bite of sandwich. "Me? You want me to go next??" She asked, looking rapidly between her two friends as they grinned at her. Mazy responded by picking up another sandwich. Liv sighed, though she continued to smile.

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About 5 months ago

Liv woke up with a start, rising up slowly off the moderately comfortable bed she was laying on, and looked around timidly, taking in her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was driving down the road in her car, lost in her thoughts. It was so late at night, she had been alone on the road. She remembered seeing a bright light all around her, and then waking up here. Now, she seemed to be in a somewhat large room, with metallic walls, though the lighting in this room was quite dim. There was no sign of her car or her... Liv then realized that she was also completely naked, and her clothes were nowhere to be found either. Gingerly, she stepped onto the cold metallic floor of wherever she was, noticing that there seemed to be a pool of water nearby. Liv made her way over to it and looked in with a gasp. She could see, swimming inside the water, a mermaid-like creature with long hair, a mermaid tail, but also human-like legs and arms. The creature suddenly broke the surface of the water, right in front of Liv, who cried out slightly in surprise. "Don't be alarmed," the creature said, in perfect English. She had long green hair, and sapphire colored eyes, and was also naked, as far as Liv could see. Only the creature's upper body was visible, which looked human enough, but Liv could also see where her "human" half connected to both her legs and her scaly tail. "My name is Melastra, and I am not going to hurt you." Something in her voice seemed to calm Liv somewhat, despite the circumstances. "Wh...why have you brought me here??" Liv blurted out. "What are you?" Melastra smiled, which put Liv even more at ease. "I need help." She said, almost sadly. "My people, my species is dying!" Melastra shifted in the water, as Liv gasped, clapping her hand to her mouth. "There's not many of us left, for our kind have lost... the ability to carry children," she continued. "Therefore, what few of us remain decided to go looking for other species that could carry our young for us and would volunteer to do so." "I was given this ship and some resources, with the mission to find someone to breed with, and to carry my eggs." "Humans are compatible with us, but after monitoring your species, I determined that most of you find the process of carrying children very personal, and would therefore likely not help me..." "I'll help you," Liv said immediately, deciding on the spot that she really wanted to do so. She could not even explain to herself why she felt so interested by Melastra's plight, but she felt drawn to help her. "What do I need to do?" Liv asked, as Melastra stared at her, somewhat shocked, perhaps due to how quickly and easily Liv had agreed to her request. "Well, step into the water with me," Melastra said, beckoning Liv forward. Somewhat timidly, Liv stepped into the water, until she was face to face with Melastra. Liv was about to note to herself that Melastra seemed as short as she was, before realizing that she was starting to sink. Melastra grabbed Liv and held her steady, and the alien's large mermaid-like tail wrapped around her. As Liv's and Melastra's bodies entwined, Liv gasped as she felt something enter her vagina suddenly. It was not painful, rather the opposite, but looking down into the murky water, she could not see exactly what was happening. "There, just relax into it," Melastra said soothingly, and as Liv felt wave after wave of euphoria hit her body, she complied gladly, as Melastra cuddled her into the water.

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"Why did she choose you, of all people?" Crystal asked, shifting plates around so that the three of them could eat dessert. "I mean, no offence of course, but when it comes to carriers, you're as small as they come." Liv smiled shyly, rubbing her belly, as Mazy piped up, "Well, it's obvious... Liv has a huge heart, and Melastra knew she would not say no." Mazy looked over at her friend with both a smile and an expression of exasperation. "I mean, you accepted immediately, barely listening to what Melastra had to say... she didn't even have to convince you." Liv smiled sheepishly, even wider. "Would you have said no?" Liv asked, and motioned at Mazy's own belly. Looking down, Mazy quipped, "That's different, and you know it!" The three girls laughed, as Crystal served cake. "Well, after fertilizing me, Melastra kept me on her ship for another day, to confirm that I was indeed pregnant, and also had this maternity dress made for me." Mazy and Crystal smiled and seemed to swoon at Liv's use of the phrase "fertilizing me", as she continued, "Then she said she would find me soon after the egg is born, and then sent me on my way." Liv patted her belly lovingly, as the girls finished their cake. "Wow, promise me we'll get to meet Melastra when that happens," Crystal said, making Liv giggle. "So, wait, does that technically mean you are a surrogate too?" Mazy asked, looking at Liv with curiosity. "Am I like, the only one who is pregnant just to be pregnant?" Liv sat her plate down, and thought for a second. "Well, Melastra did say the baby inside the egg was an alien like her, but it does take some genes from me too, so I guess that makes it our baby." she concluded. "I mean, we did mate after all..." "Well, what would you call it?" Liv asked, half chuckling at Mazy's expression at the word "mate". "I mean, you really can't say anything yourself," Crystal said, motioning to Mazy's bump. "I mean, if anyone here mated, it was you!" Mazy grinned mischievously.

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6 months ago

Her thoughts on Crystal and the fact she was pregnant again, Mazy strolled through the forest, enjoying the nice weather and the isolation, as all around her, birds chirped and insects buzzed. She could tell that she was moving into a deeper, denser, and darker part of the forest, but she did not care. She longed to be in Crystal's situation, carrying a child, and experiencing what it was like to be pregnant. So wrapped up in her thoughts, she did not at first hear the rustling sound nearby, dismissing it as just another forest animal. A few seconds later, she heard it again, this time much louder, and the sound it made was very different from the other usual sounds around her. It sounded almost like a slimey sloshing sound. Mazy stopped and looked around, but she did not have to look long. A green mass of some type of slime was moving toward her. Mazy blinked in astonishment, but before she could do anything else, she saw the goo start to rise up, and slowly form into a humanoid shape. Fascinated, Mazy watched, until the slime creature had finished shifting, into a girl, or rather what looked like a girl made out of green jello, though she also had striking green eyes. Mazy looked her over, noting that the slime girl was "naked", her breasts not as pronounced as Mazy's, but still noticeably firm, and her expression was friendly, even a bit shy. "Hello," the slime girl said, and something in her tone made Mazy relax a bit. "You're... a slime girl!" Mazy said, then realized a second later that that probably sounded rude, but the slime girl chuckled and said, "I am, yes." "I decided to come see you, because I could sense your... pheromones you would call it?" "Pheromones??" Mazy repeated, confused. The slime girl moved closer, and said, "Yeah, they are very strong... you are in heat!" "I'm sorry??" Mazy replied, half laughing. She was not an animal, and was not in heat... what was this creature talking about? While walking through this forest, all she had been thinking about was... "Ohhh," Mazy said, realization hitting her, as the slime girl nodded. "Yeah, I could sense your longing to be bred, your desire for reproduction..." "My heat?" Mazy interrupted, and the girl smiled wider. "You want this very badly, don't you?" She asked. Mazy hesitated for only a second, then nodded rapidly. "Well, here is some good news for you... I'm seeking that too!!" Mazy gaped at the slime girl, and slowly a smile crept onto her face. "Should we... breed??" "YES!" Mazy almost shouted, stepping forward so that she and the slime girl were almost touching, and started to take off her clothes. There was some shifting under the slime girl's exposed navel, and Mazy could clearly see a penis form, a large one. "Are you ready?" The slime girl asked, holding it in front of her as if offering it. Mazy, now standing naked, nodded, and then the slime girl touched her face with her hand. The sensation was strange, but pleasant. Her skin felt almost like a soft rubber, but Mazy barely had time to consider this before the large green penis entered her. "Now you will experience pleasure as you never have before." The slime girl said, and moved forward to completely embrace Mazy. However, the girl's body was shifting, and as Mazy closed her eyes, the slime fully engulfed her body, squeezing against her, stimulating every part of Mazy's body simultaneously. Mazy was in so much ecstasy, she did not fully realize that the slime was also shifting to entirely enter through her vagina.

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"She eventually entered my uterus completely," Mazy recounted, as Liv and Crystal listened in amazement, despite having already heard this story from Mazy before. "I felt her moving around in there for a while, then she came back out, the same way she had went in, reformed, and told me that she'd made me pregnant, although somehow I already knew before she had said anything." "It didn't hurt?" Liv inquired, her eyes wide in amazement. "No, it felt really really good actually," Mazy responded, rubbing her belly. "I just felt so much movement and rolling around in here, and that was it." "The "baby" though, it's just as active." Mazy grunted, shifting her belly slightly. "Like, right now!" "Here, come and feel it." Liv waddled over and placed her palm on the side of Mazy's belly, immediately feeling rapid movements inside it. "Oh wow," Liv whispered, feeling the rapid flutters of Mazy's slime baby as it moved around. Crystal then replaced Liv, rubbing her hands all along Mazy's bump. "It's so much more active than my baby," Crystal said. "Is that normal for slime babies?" Mazy shook her head. "I have no idea, honestly." "Did you ever see the girl again?" Liv asked. "What happens when you have the baby??" "I don't know," Mazy responded. "But I get the impression, based on how she was acting, that the slime "fathers" don't really have much more interaction with their children or the "mothers" once they breed." "But, that's kinda sad," Liv replied. "It is what it is... I guess that's normal for them," Mazy said, shrugging. "It just means this little guy is mine to keep, right?" Mazy looked down at her belly, cooing at it happily, as Liv absentmindedly rubbed hers. "You know it's a boy?" Liv asked. "Well, actually," Crystal spoke up, still feeling around on Mazy's belly, "Slimes don't really have genders, so the baby is... a slime." Mazy smirked up at her. "Yeah, I gathered that when the slime girl whipped out a dick," she said, causing all three girls to burst out laughing again.

Crystal grimaced as she felt another hard kick inside her. Taking one hand off Mazy, she rubbed the spot on her own belly softly. "I think she wants to play too," Crystal said, motioning to her belly. Mazy rose up and touched Crystal's bump gently, feeling a few more kicks. "Oh yeah, she's got that energy too," Mazy said. "She'll be an athlete for sure." Liv drew closer to the two of them, then clutched her own belly. "Ooh, I feel mine moving too," she said, rubbing her large ball shaped belly. "You can feel it moving?" Crystal asked. "But I thought it was an egg?" "It is," Liv replied. "But sometimes I can feel movement inside the egg, like the baby is swimming around inside." "That must feel amazing," Mazy said, and placed her hand on Liv's belly. "I don't feel anything." "It's definitely moving," Liv insisted. "Here..." Liv reached down and unfastened the back of her maternity gown, taking it off. Standing naked, other than a bra and panties, Liv invited Mazy to feel again, and Mazy did so. A few seconds later, Mazy squeaked excitedly. "Ooh yeah, I feel it, it's like... doing somersaults in there!" She exclaimed. Liv nodded, grimacing a bit in slight discomfort. "Ooh, the egg is so heavy," she breathed out, as Mazy continued to feel around on her exposed bump. Mazy's hand found it's way to Liv's protruding navel, and she stroked it gently, causing Liv to let out a little moan. "Like that, eh?" Mazy quipped, as Liv closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. "Always thought that little outie was cute." "Hey, save some for me," Crystal said with a laugh, and put both her hands on Mazy's belly, rubbing it. Crystal climbed onto Mazy's lap and continued to rub her, moving her hands up to touch Mazy's full breasts. "Do slime babies drink the same milk?" Crystal teased, rubbing and squeezing Mazy's boobs. Mazy gasped and moaned, and inadvertantly rubbed Liv's navel and lower belly more, which in turn, caused her to moan as well. "Oh God... bathroom!!" Liv said suddenly, her eyes flying open, and she waddled as fast as she could toward the bathroom. Crystal and Mazy watched her go, then looked back in each other's faces and started laughing softly.

As the two of them continued to stimulate each other, which had effectively devolved into Crystal kissing Mazy's belly gently, and Mazy rubbing around near Crystal's pussy, they could hear a trickle of water and the usual soft moaning from Liv in the bathroom. However, lost in their own horniness, they only vaguely became aware that Liv's moaning continued long after hearing her pee. A few minutes later, it seemed to be getting worse, as well as louder. Her mouth still inches from Mazy's stomach, Crystal called out, "Liv, are you ok??" She was answered by a loud whine, and, looking at each other in alarm, Mazy and Crystal got off each other and began to hurry to the bathroom, as fast as their pregnant selves could waddle. They got halfway to it, before Liv stumbled out, one hand on her belly, the other clutching the door frame for support. "Th... the pressure's... so much worse..." Liv panted out, grimacing in pain. "It hurts!" Crystal reached out and helped Liv forward, feeling on her orb. "Are you in labor, Liv??" She asked, as Liv moaned, gingerly taking step after step. After a few seconds, in which the three of them had made it back over to the couch, Liv nodded. "I... I think I am..." she breathed out.

Liv quickly determined that she could not get comfortable on the couch, as she tried to do breathing exercises. She felt like she really wanted to be held, and so her friends complied. First, she and Crystal swayed together, with Mazy standing behind Liv, rubbing her back. Then, Liv swayed with Mazy, crying in pain on her shoulder. Liv felt the pressure continue to worsen, spreading pain into her back and entire lower body. After the swaying sessions, Liv leaned up against the wall, her legs slightly spread, her head buried in her arms as she moaned and cried loudly. Mazy approached her from behind, reached around her and cupped her belly, rubbing it gently. "You're going to be ok," Crystal encouraged over Liv's noises of pain. "I know it hurts, but you're doing great."

They had made their way to the birthing room, where a large comfortable bed sat in the middle of the room, complete with stirrups. Crystal had asked Liv if she wanted her to put her legs in the stirrups, but Liv begged her not to, as at this point, Liv was constantly moving around, getting on and off the bed, trying anything for some relief and comfort, but finding none. At one point, Liv was lying in the bed, crying out loudly, when Crystal met with Mazy outside the door, and pulled it shut. Listening to Liv moan loudly in pain, Crystal said, "I'm kinda worried." "Liv is so small, I don't know if she can push that egg out." "I think her small body just finally decided it couldn't carry that egg any longer." "She can do it," Mazy said, as they heard Liv whine behind the door. "It's not going to be easy, but I think she can do it." Mazy rubbed her belly, where her slime baby was moving around more aggressively than it ever had, almost as if it sensed another offspring nearby was coming. "I really hope you're right," Crystal said.

A few minutes later, Liv was on the floor, on her hands and knees, now completely naked. It had felt the most comfortable to her, what little she could get. Her belly hanging down, lightly touching the floor, Liv screamed as the other girls tried their best to comfort her. Liv's vagina was hanging in the air for all to see, and the other girls did see it open up suddenly, a bulge visible in it. "OOH GOD GET IT OUT PLEASE!" Liv pleaded loudly, her head thrown back as pain and pressure shot constantly through her body. "You're doing it, Liv," Crystal coached, as Mazy rubbed the laboring girl's back. "We can see it coming, right Mazy??" Liv shouted as her vagina opened even wider, and a blue and white tip poked out. "Oh my God, it's so cute," Mazy said as soon as she saw the crowning egg. "AAAHH IT HURTS AAAAHHHH!!" Liv screeched, involuntarily pushing despite there being no contraction, and the egg crowned even more. It looked like it was the size of a slightly deflated Soccer ball, and Mazy gasped in amazement that an object of that size was coming out of her friend. "IT BURNS AAHHHH HELP OOWW!" Liv yelled hysterically, and Crystal, still rubbing Liv's back, told Mazy to try to spread Liv's folds wider. Mazy did so, rubbing Liv's sore aching pussy as Crystal coached her to push again. After a loud painful scream that pierced the other girls' hearts, the egg was fully born, and slipped out with a small plop. Liv collapsed in relief and exhaustion onto the floor, as Crystal and Mazy laughed in celebration. "You did it," Crystal cried out, as Mazy cheered. Being closest to the large blue and white egg, Mazy picked it up gently, thinking to herself just how cute it was. She could immediately feel the baby swimming around inside, through the shell. "Oh, that is so cool," she thought to herself.

After helping Liv, who was semi-conscious at this point, into the bed so that she could rest, the other two girls made their way back into the living room, where Crystal collapsed into a chair, rubbing her bump furiously. Mazy settled onto the couch, and breathed out a sigh. Liv's labor had been an intense, exhausting situation, but it was done, and the girls felt they deserved a rest. Mazy let out a laugh, she could not help herself. "I can't believe she pushed that thing out," Mazy exclaimed, smiling at Crystal, who breathed heavily. "Well, you said she could do it, and she did," Crystal responded, still rubbing her belly. "I just wonder if it came early because she was small, or if those eggs just grow fast... mmmhhh!" Crystal let out a few pants, as Mazy looked over through the door of the birthing room, where she could see the egg sitting on a table. Looking back over at Crystal, she saw her friend stand back up, a grimace of discomfort on her face. Crystal was still panting and rubbing her belly as she slowly waddled around the room, her other hand clutching her back. "Crystal, what... have you been in labor this entire time and didn't tell us?" Mazy cried out, standing up as well. "I didn't notice anything until around the time Liv got down on all fours," Crystal replied with a small smile. "Besides, I don't even know if this is labor." "It could be false..." She was interrupted by a splash at her feet, as her pajama bottoms became soaked and excess fluid trickled onto the wooden floor. "Well, that answers that question," Mazy quipped loudly.

Having already given birth three times in the past, Crystal was quite familiar with the process now, and therefore, was not too bothered by her labor pains. She sat, naked except for a bra, on the couch doing breathing exercises, and though she was uncomfortable, she seemed to be in very little pain. Mazy cleaned up Crystal's water break as Crystal did her breathing exercises. An hour later, Crystal, panting a bit harder, decided to get up and walk around. After waddling around the room for another half hour, she returned over to the couch and sat down beside Mazy. "How are you feeling?" Mazy asked as Crystal panted. With a grimace through another contraction, she said, "Still not too bad, although they're getting very close together." Mazy rubbed Crystal's belly as Crystal moaned a bit in pain. "Here, let me help!" Mazy offered, and traced her finger down to Crystal's vagina, noticing how dilated it already was. Crystal let out a little cry upon Mazy touching it, as it was very sensitive at the moment. Mazy smiled at Crystal as she rubbed her friend's pussy with one hand, and her belly with the other. Crystal moaned loudly, but more from pleasure than pain.

By the time Liv woke up, Crystal was in the pushing stage, and since Liv had been occupying the birthing bed, Crystal was squatting in the middle of the living room, bearing down with grunts of effort, while Mazy watched between her legs. Liv weakly approached this scene, a shocked expression on her face. "C..Crystal?? You're having your baby right now too??" Crystal nodded, her eyes closed and her face in a grimace as she pushed. Without another word, Liv got behind Crystal and began to massage her back, as Mazy said, "I see the head!" Liv helped hold Crystal steady as she crowned, and Crystal let out a cry of pain as she pushed the head out. Squatting even deeper, Crystal grunted loudly as she gave another push, and Mazy caught the baby as it slid from Crystal. "Yay, you did it," Liv cheered, as a loud cry filled the room. Mazy handed the newborn girl up to Crystal, who took her in her arms and smiled down at it. "Hello, little girl," Crystal said to the baby. "Your parents are very eager to meet you!"

Crystal had passed the newborn girl around so that Mazy and Liv could hold her. Afterward, Crystal placed her in a small bassinet in another room, where she slept peacefully, also clearly exhausted from the process of labor. Liv and Crystal, both sore and tired, sat on the couch as Mazy, now the only one of them still pregnant, came back into the room with a plate of snacks. As the three of them ravenously tore into the snacks, Mazy rubbed her belly absentmindedly. The baby inside her seemed to still be quite active. "Well, I feel so empty now," Liv said, and the other two knew exactly what she was talking about. "I do too," Crystal replied, and the two of them looked over at Mazy. Though happy that they had brought their offspring into the world finally, the two girls were admittedly a bit jealous that Mazy was still carrying. Mazy smiled and motioned for them to get closer. "Here, both of you come over here and play with it," she said, patting her belly. Crystal and Liv did so gladly, rubbing around on Mazy's large bump lovingly, feeling the movement inside. Liv leaned down and hugged Mazy's belly, laying her entire head on it, giggling, as Crystal rubbed Mazy's legs. "Wow, I've heard of after pregnancy depression, but not after pregnancy horniness," Mazy said with a laugh. Liv giggled, still nuzzling Mazy's bump. Crystal's hand found Mazy's pussy and stroked it gently, causing the pregnant girl to moan out contentedly. Crystal then leaned down and kissed Mazy's belly, as Liv began to feel around on it again. "Oh yeah, please more," Mazy begged. Crystal stroked faster and faster as Liv's hands moved up Mazy's bump and found their way to her breasts, which Liv started to play with. Mazy cried out, fully stimulated now, and her belly rolled, as if the slime baby inside was also reacting to it. The three girls giggled, and Mazy grunted a bit as she felt pressure in her pelvis.

Twenty minutes later, Mazy was still panting, long after the girls had gotten off her, and she rubbed her belly rapidly. "I think...I think you both put me in labor," Mazy said, half grinning, half grimacing. Crystal and Liv helped Mazy into the birthing room, where, by her request, they locked her legs into the stirrups. Now spread wide on her back in the birthing position, Mazy felt her belly shift and contract. "How bad are the contractions?" Crystal asked, as Liv watched, ready to help. Mazy rubbed her belly and thought for a second. "There's a lot of pressure, but it really doesn't hurt much," she responded, surprised. "It just feels like I need to use the bathroom... a LOT!"

Another half hour passed, and Mazy seemed to be fully in labor now, but instead of crying and moaning in pain, she was giggling and even crying out in pleasure. The baby that Crystal had given birth to had started crying, and so Crystal had run to the other room to check on her, leaving Mazy in the care of Liv, who watched Mazy labor with an expression of bewilderment. "It doesn't hurt at all?" Liv asked, and Mazy laughed. "No, it feels great actually," she answered, panting. "I... I feel it coming, and there's pressure, but I... want it to come!" "It feels soooo good!" Mazy cried out as another contraction hit her, and she pushed. "How does it feel?" Liv asked, and Mazy immediately said, "Slimey!" The two of them laughed at the involuntary pun. "No it feels solid, but not hard and heavy like a baby, almost like... rubbery??" Mazy continued, trying to explain as best she could. Crystal then came back into the room, clutching the newborn baby girl, which she was breastfeeding. "How are you doing, Mazy?" Crystal asked. Mazy gasped as another contraction brought the baby closer to delivery. "Wonderful," Mazy replied, panting in pleasure. "It's coming!" Mazy screamed in pleasure as something started emerging from her vagina. The other two girls saw that, it was not just liquid, there was a shape, but not really a head exactly. It was more like a pink blob, a gelatinous form that was somewhere between solid and liquid. Mazy moaned out loudly, as if she was in the middle of an orgasm. "OH GOD YES YES YES!!" she screamed as the mass seemed to pulsate out of her opening slowly. The other two girls watched with wide eyes. They wanted to help, but there did not seem to be anything for them to do, as Mazy was clearly doing just fine. With another "push", more of the slime emerged, and then the amount of slime that was currently already out shifted to form a head, which hung out of Mazy, connected to the rest of the form still inside. The head was gelatinous and the girls could see through it, but it was a bright pink instead of the expected green, as the "father" had been. "This is so amazing," Mazy said, reaching down to feel the head with one hand. As the other two girls exclaimed in amazement, Mazy felt her body push again, and panted in ecstasy as more of the slime emerged from her. A minute later, the slime, now fully emerged between her legs, shifted into a pink gelatinous baby. Liv moved forward and picked up the slime baby, handing it to Mazy, who held it lovingly. The slime newborn did not cry, but looked up at its mother with bright pink eyes. "You are so adorable," Mazy said to it.

Mazy was only slightly tired after her labor, and so a few minutes later, all three girls were found in the living room. Crystal sat on the couch, rocking the baby girl she had been carrying to sleep, while Mazy sat beside her, nursing her slime baby, which answered Crystal's earlier question of if it would drink human milk. Liv sat in a nearby chair, hugging her egg to her chest, watching the other girls take care of their daughters. The rain outside had finally stopped, and now the sun shone brightly through the windows of the cabin, as birds sang outside. For a long while, none of the girls said anything, enjoying the contentment of new life they had brought to the world. "I'm sure your egg will hatch very soon," Crystal said eventually, as Liv clutched it tightly, feeling movement through the shell. All three girls were still effectively undressed; they saw no need to redress as they were all three alone with each other in the cabin, recovering from their labors. Liv nodded and nuzzled the egg, as the other newborns fell asleep in their mothers' arms. "So, what happens now?" Mazy asked, smiling as she looked at her friends. "Well, I see no reason why we can't continue to stay here, living together," Crystal responded. "I have to take this little girl to her parents, but after that..." "You'll go get knocked up again," Mazy said, grinning at her. "So, you can help me take care of this little one," Mazy motioned down at her now sleeping slime baby with her head, "While I help you through another surrogacy." Crystal blushed a bit, a small smile on her face, but said nothing else. "That's not a no," Mazy said, and turned to look at Liv. "So, what about you??" "I guess Melastra will come looking for you now that egg's out." Crystal looked at Liv as well, watching her as she thought to herself. "Yeah, probably, but..." Liv began, then looked down at the egg she held in her arms. "I don't think I want to be separated from this." Tears fell from Liv's face as she looked into her friends' eyes. "I don't want to leave you though." Crystal and Mazy came over to her, still holding their babies gently, and they all embraced each other in a loving hug.

Two days later, after which time Crystal had delivered the baby girl to her actual parents, Liv's egg hatched, revealing a baby that resembled the mermaid-like creature that Melastra was. However, it had Liv's dark hair and its eyes were a darker blue. Melastra had come for it a day later, and with teary goodbyes, Liv chose to go with her, wishing to stay with the baby the two of them made together. Five whole months passed, during which time, Crystal and Mazy lived together in the cabin, raising Mazy's slime child together, and wondering what the future held.

One day, as Mazy worked in the kitchen, the adorable pink slime girl crawling around her, Crystal sat in the living room, at a desk covered with papers and pictures. She was looking over all this information, determining who next to surrogate for, when a loud knock on the door broke her from her thoughts. Mazy came hurrying into the room and opened the door, after which both girls screamed in surprise. Melastra stood on their doorstep, smiling at them while holding a young toddler-like version of herself, and standing beside her was Liv, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of her friends, who immediately noticed that she was once again wearing her custom made maternity gown, and had a huge pregnant bump! 

End!

[xomakara]

Elevator

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

SUMMARY | You and Wooyoung are stuck in the elevator with nothing to do but talk. But when you are awfully aware of how close he is, you can’t help but act on your urges.

PAIRING | Wooyoung/Reader

GENRE | non-idol!Wooyoung, smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, oral, vaginal sex, elevator sex

RATING | Mature

LENGTH | 2593 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE | On the shorter side but still smutty~

"Nononono. This can't be happening." You ran a hand through your hair, sliding down the walls of the elevator as it stopped moving. The lights were out and you could barely make out the figure of the man who stood next to you.

Of all days to get a power outage!

"Freaking out like that isn't going to make things better." The man muttered, his voice low and calm. "Breathe deep. Count to ten. Do something productive. Shit. I forgot what to do when things go bad."

He added, not sounding at all sincere.

You didn't need him to tell you to breathe; you'd been doing so since the lights went out in the first place. Your heart was pounding and the sweat on your palms made them slippery. The whole situation was just freaking bizarre and the adrenaline pumping through your body wasn't helping either.

You knew you had a bad feeling when you woke up this morning as you struggled to get out of bed. All your work clothes were in the laundry hamper, a lightbulb went out in your bathroom while you showered, you ran out of coffee and there was nothing left to eat for breakfast besides half an apple that had turned brown overnight.

On top of all that, the bathroom mirror showed that the faint lines around your eyes were more pronounced than usual.

And now you're stuck in the company's elevator with that very attractive employee in your department, one who is probably pissed off that he can't find anything to do while trapped here too.

"I knew I should have called in today." You muttered, burying your face in your hands. "This day couldn't possibly get any worse."

"How worse could it be?" The man asked, looking slightly annoyed but also amused by the sight of you bawling your eyes out on the elevator floor. He took a few steps forward before stopping again, taking another deep breath. "It's just a power outage after all. It happens every now and then."

"True enough." You agreed, raising your head to look up at him. "I just can't believe I'm stuck here with you."

"What's wrong with being stuck in an elevator with me?" He laughed.

"Not funny, Wooyoung." You frowned. "God, I can already hear all the other ladies in our department talking shit about me. Why do I always get myself into these situations? Like I haven't got enough problems as it is."

"I mean there's one way we can deter the shit talking." He smirked, gesturing at himself suggestively.

You groaned and shook your head. You really needed to get out of here soon or else your colleague was going to try to make a move on you and then you'll be really fucked. Not that you weren't interested in the idea, but you've heard some horror stories from friends who hooked up with co-workers and most of them ended badly.

You glanced around nervously, wondering how long the power outage would last and how long you'd be stuck in this elevator. You wondered if they'd think of any contingency plan if they realized how much time had passed since the lights went out. Maybe they'd sent maintenance to fix it? Hopefully someone will come soon.

"What are you thinking about, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, sinking to the floor next to you. His legs crossed and his arms resting casually on his knees. "Having second thoughts about making a move on me?"

"I am not trying to make a move on you, no matter how attractive you may be." You mumbled. "Are you really sure you want to know what I'm thinking?"

"I have been told I have good hearing." He grinned, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. "Go ahead and tell me. Whatever it is, I won't judge you."

"Just being in this elevator is making my anxiety go up the wazoo." You sighed, sitting back against the wall.

"That's why I'm trying to distract you." He said with a shrug. "So, you really want to tell me what's bothering you?"

"I've just had such a bad day." You sighed. "I struggled to get out of bed this morning. All my work clothes were in the hamper, the light bulbs went out during my shower, I didn't have any breakfast except for a stupid apple that turned brown and I ran out of coffee this morning. Everything seemed to conspire against me this morning and..."

You took a deep breath and stared down at your feet, knowing that if you looked at him, you might let yourself get carried away. Wooyoung squeezed your hands gently.

"This kind of thing doesn't happen to me. I've always got my shit together, but today, everything seems to fall apart. One after the other." You muttered.

"Y/N, don't feel embarrassed about having bad days. Everyone has them." He murmured. "Sometimes life can be cruel and unjust, leaving us to struggle with burdens we never thought we could carry alone. It happens to the best of us."

"Maybe." You sighed. "But sometimes you wish that sometimes those bad days wouldn't happen at all."

"Well, we can't always get what we want, right?" He smiled gently. "But if we accept reality as it is, rather than as we wish it to be, perhaps we'll feel better and cope better with whatever life throws at us."

"Who are you and what have you done to the cocky Wooyoung I work with?" You let out an amused sigh. "Is it possible to see two sides of a person at once? Because I definitely saw a different side of you today. Thank you for being nice to me."

"Oh come on, it's nothing special." He waved his hand dismissively. "But I'd like a kiss as payment for comforting you. That's if...you want to."

You looked at him, eyes taking in his handsome face. His messy hair, slightly tousled from always running his hands through them. Those eyes that made you weak in the knees. The lips that were dangerously close to yours.

"Do you want to kiss me?" He asked quietly, tilting his head to the side.

There was a moment where neither of you moved, staring deeply into each other's eyes until finally Wooyoung leaned closer and pressed his lips against yours softly.

The soft kiss surprised you, making you pull away slightly. But Wooyoung didn't seem fazed by it and instead he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. You returned the kiss, brushing your lips against his before pressing your mouth more firmly against his.

Your lips parted slightly as he continued to press kisses to your lips, opening wider as his tongue slid along the seam of your mouth, exploring every corner until finally parting to allow him entrance. He tasted faintly of coffee, which made you wonder if he drank a cup before he came down here, but his taste was still pleasantly sweet.

"You know I could care less about what our coworkers would say about us." He muttered against your lips. "I only have eyes for you."

His words, along with his closeness and the scent of his cologne filled your senses and slowly your breathing became deeper, almost as though your lungs were expanding and pushing the air inside even further. The electricity flowing between you caused goosebumps to rise on your skin, spreading all over your body as his hands tightened their grip around your waist.

As much as you wanted to deny it, his lips and his touch were sending sparks of pleasure shooting across your skin and a warm sensation rushed to your core.

"Wooyoung..." You moaned, closing your eyes tightly. You felt his lips graze your jawline, before moving lower to nip at your earlobe. A shiver ran down your spine and your knees began to weaken, causing you to lean back against the wall behind you.

"Y/N..." He whispered, nibbling at your neck before he began to suckle your earlobe. "Do you want me to stop?"

The question caught you completely off guard and you opened your eyes to stare into his. In the dim lighting of the elevator, your pupils were drawn into his dark eyes, which seemed to have gone darker, taking on a darker shade.

"No." You breathed, leaning in to press your lips against his.

And Wooyoung seemed equally affected by your kiss. Before you could blink, his hands reached up and grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you towards him so that your lips met once more.

With every kiss, the intensity grew and soon you were lost in the sensations coursing through your body. When he pulled away slightly to give you a chance to catch your breath, your breath hitched and you licked your lips before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

The man in front of you was no longer the Wooyoung you usually worked with. Instead, he looked like a man who knows exactly what he wants and won't hesitate to take it.

"Don't stop." You breathed out, Wooyoung lifted you in his arms. His face darkened with desire and his breath came out in shallow pants as he gazed down at you with hunger in his eyes. "Please..."

He dropped to his knees, lifting your skirt and tugging your panties aside, revealing your pussy. It was slick with excitement and arousal and you felt your breath quicken. The sight of your cunt getting wetter was arousing and thrilling, as he looked up at you expectantly.

Before you could stop him, he slipped two fingers inside your pussy and began to stroke you, bringing out small whimpers of pleasure. He continued to slide his fingers in and out of you, fucking you with such skill and control.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably, feeling weak from the pleasure he brought you and you sank back against the wall, needing something to hold onto. He didn't need to be told twice and quickly placed his hand under your knee, bringing it to rest on his shoulder, his face now buried between your thighs.

You let out a gasp when his tongue began to lap at your clit, teasing it and making it throb with pleasure. You closed your eyes and tilted your hips upwards, allowing him better access to your center. Your hips bucked erratically, driving his tongue faster, while his fingers kept pumping in and out of you.

He hummed and thrust his tongue harder against your clit, causing you to moan loudly. You started panting heavily, sucking in your bottom lip as he began to finger fuck you in earnest, fastening his pace. There was no mistaking it anymore. He was totally focused on pleasuring you, intent on giving you mind blowing orgasms.

The combination of the electric shocks from his fingers in conjunction with the vibrations from his tongue was too much to bear. Soon your hips began to buck violently, moaning and whimpering, driven mad by the pleasure that overwhelmed you.

"Fuck!"

It was unlike anything you ever experienced before. As you screamed his name, letting go of all control, all you could do was keep your orgasm coming, flooding his mouth with your juices until your body relaxed against the wall and he withdrew his tongue, licking the last traces of your cum from his lips.

"Holy fuck..." You gasped, catching your breath.

"Good?" He asked, kissing your inner thigh and working his way up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips, but it only added to your arousal.

"So good but now..." Your knees went weak and you rested your forehead against his. "Now I need you to fuck me."

In an instant, he lifted you so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The position left you open and vulnerable, as he settled himself between your legs and pushed forward, burying his cock deep inside you. You gasped as you took his length fully, enjoying the fullness of him. The feel of him filling you to capacity.

Wooyoung thrust in and out of you, setting a steady pace that made you cling onto him. With each thrust, his pelvis smacked against your clit, making you cry out.

The speed increased as you leaned back against the wall, lifting your ass higher to accommodate him. Wooyoung gripped your hips, moving them back and forth with precision, hitting just the right spot. He pressed kisses to your neck, then your ears before finding your lips again.

The combination of the feel of his hands gripping your hips and the feel of his hard cock pulsating inside you, sent ripples of pleasure shooting through your body, igniting your passion.

"Oh God...Wooyoung..." You groaned, arching your back as his tongue found its way to your earlobe.

"You feel so good. I could fuck you forever." He whispered, thrusting into you harder and harder, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "Can I fuck you forever?"

"Yes please...Yes. Yes.." You moaned, pressing your body tighter against his.

His moans were growing louder as he thrust into you faster and faster, matching your pace. With every thrust, his fingers dug into your hips, holding you tight against him. Every time you pressed back against him, he let out a long groan, then immediately buried himself inside you, fucking you harder and harder.

"Y/N... Y/N... Come for me..." He groaned against your ear.

It took every ounce of willpower not to let yourself cum, but his moans and the feel of his hard cock deep inside you drove you crazy and you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.

The muscles in your stomach clenched and a tremor coursed through your body as another orgasm ripped through you, leaving you trembling. Wooyoung thrust harder, gritting his teeth and growling as he came with you. The sight of him losing control and calling out your name made your heart skip a beat and make your knees buckle.

But before you could fall to the floor, he caught you in his arms and held you tightly, kissing you tenderly. You were completely spent and all you wanted was to collapse into his arms.

"I got you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

As soon as Wooyoung placed you on your feet, the power kicked back on and the elevator started moving again. The both of you let out a laugh as you fixed your clothes, making sure that nothing had fallen out of place.

"Wooyoung?" You turned to look at him, smiling at him. "Thank you."

He grasped your hand, linking your fingers together as you walked towards the doors. "Anytime."

As the elevator door opened, he let go of your hand, placing his hands on the doors and holding them open for you. He watched as you exited the elevator, giving you one last smile before he followed you.

When you got to your desk and Wooyoung to his, you were both silent, content in the fact that you had each other and no one else knew what had happened between the two of you. And when you turned to look at your phone, you saw a text from him asking if you wanted to get dinner later.

Your heart skipped a beat as your face lit up with a wide smile. The night was still young and there was plenty of time for you and Wooyoung to enjoy it together.

[snow--berry]

Random CoD headcanons

Characters: Roach, Horangi and König

Roach

Mute, ever since he was a child. Knows BSL for obvious reasons and is very willing to teach.

He's still trying to teach Soap, but it's not very successful. (Inspired by hurrraaid's falconry AU and Soap struggling to learn BSL there)

May or may not be autistic, I haven't decided yet, but he probably is.

Squish his face! Squish his face!

He goes by he/him and they/them.

Definitely has freckles.

Roach and Ghost grew up together, I don't make the rules. So like 90% of the CoD fandom, I'll blatantly ignore the canon.

He's a chaotic gremlin. He hides in the vents and you can't do anything about it.

Will steal your food at lunch.

Especially if you shit talk him or people he cares for.

Roach has stolen Ghost's food for fun a couple of times and given it to Soap.

He insults you in BSL when you piss him off and you probably will not know unless you're Ghost or Price. Or Gaz maybe.

If you know BSL he'll probably tease you, because he knows most people won't understand. And because this man just loves chaos. Especially if he's the cause of it.

He's the type of person to draw on your face if you're asleep early during a sleep over.

Roach isn't as short as most people think.

Stares.

I don't think he'd be as interested in football as Price, for example, is.

He's hard to get rid of, just like a real roach. Whether's he's being super loyal or making your life hell depends on what you may, or may not, have done.

Horangi

He bites. You will never be able to change my mind on this.

He's also attempted to bite König through the mask couple of times.

Also not as short as people usually make him out to be. Still shorter than Ghost though.

New recruits are dared to put a tiger-ear headband on his head to test their bravery.

He grew accustomed to it and usually tries to ignore it.

Definitly has ADHD.

And is a nightmare to be around when he's out of his meds.

Horangi comes off as really impatient. Idk why.

He struggled with learning English.

Acts like a cat, will push stuff off of tables just because he can.

I know what I said about him not being short, but if he was he'd totally climb cupboards and shelves if he had to to reach things.

Sassy as hell for no reason.

His face looks very squishable to me. He'd probably try to bite if I tried but it'd be worth a shot.

I feel like he'd kinda hate K-Pop because of some/most of the stereotypes that come with it.

Probably should not be allowed to drive.

Total cat person.

König

He's insecure about his accent.

In addition to being (canonly) socially anxious, I think he has autism as well.

I feel like he'd go non-verbal when he's overwhelmed or having a sensory overload.

He likes making German and Austrian dishes.

He doesn't handle spice very well and almost died (at least that's what he claims) when eating Korean food once and now refuses to eat it when Horangi offers.

He gets a bit upset when people confuse Austrians for Germans, mush them together or similar. Even if it's a common thing.

König has an accent while speaking German as well, because Germans and Austrians (can) sound very different from eachother. Especially in slang and general vocabulary.

I headcanon him with blonde, shoulder-length hair.

And a scarred face.

He also has a squishable face. All three of them do.

König has freckles as well, but only in summer and only a few.

Probably has eye bags.

Also stares, but by accident.

I think König gets flustered easily, for some reason.

That's all for now! Have a nice day/night! :)

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Hair Care

curly hair! gn reader x Eddie

AN: Absolute Fluff and short! This is inspired by the fact that I am STILL trying to learn how to treat my hair because it's been so damaged from all the bleaching and I haven't been treating it like curly hair/ am still learning the ropes. Pls any other curly/wavy hair people (esp those of you who have bleached or dyed your hair) give tips if you can :) anyways, like and comment and reblog pls, as always!

Content: GN! Reader, no description of appearance other than shorter than Eddie + soft and voluminous curls. Eddie learning Curly Hair Routine, established relationship, fluff.

“Are we almost done?,” Eddie whines from the seat below you, his hair still visibly wet and his lips in the most adorable pout. You want to kiss the little spot between his brows that furrowed but instead roll your eyes at his dramatics, smiling softly. 

“Eds, it’s only been like 5 minutes. Don’t be such a drama queen,” You joke, smiling at how he seems to further slouch in the small chair you set up for him to sit in as you tried to help with his hair. 

Eddie prides himself on his hair, loving the length and the curls, bragging about how similar it is to Kirk Hammett from Metallica. He also loves your curls and how they always seem to look so full of volume and soft. You two have been together for some time now, but it wasn’t until today that Eddie caught you on a wash day. 

He had excitedly jumped into the shower with you, helping wash and condition your hair. Brushing softly while your hair was wet, and you had done the same to him, humming as he bent down to let you get to his scalp. When you had exited the shower and started working on your hair routine, Eddie had cocked his head at you like a confused puppy. He mostly used leave-in conditioner after a thorough wash and let his hair air dry for simplicity. Your heart leapt at the sight and you shyly offered... 

“Want me to do yours too?” 

Which is what led you here. You explained to Eddie about the curl cream, the curl gel, the mousse, and the serum that you used in order to protect and hydrate your curls. You know Eddie grew up with Wayne mostly, who is a simple and gruff man, and definitely has lived his life with straight hair. He hadn’t grown up with a routine or guidance on how to keep the wild mane soft and protected. You also know Eddie did take care of his hair despite this, the soft locks usually kept tousled and effortless with the teeniest little bit of hairspray (his biggest secret) . And the last thing you’re sure of, is that despite Eddie’s grumbling over having to sit in a chair for longer than 5 minutes, he loves to be taken care of from time to time. 

You take your time, working the curl cream into the hair first, curl gel next, then the mousse. You get him to scrunch his hair a bit and then wait a minute before beginning to work on using your diffuser on him, his pout deepening because for the next few minutes he couldn’t speak over the roar of the blow dryer. You could see his shoulder relax, however, and his eyes seem to stare at you in the mirror, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. No matter what you did or how long you were together, his gaze never seemed to fail at making your heart skip a beat. 

After the whole thing is said and done, you softly work the serum into his hair, and scrunch out the stiffness from the gel. You smile down at your handiwork, admiring his soft and voluminous curls, then look at him in the mirror as he stares at you, eyes soft with clear affection. 

“So…whaddya think? Am I the top hairstylist this side of the Mississippi?”, You joke, feeling his eyes on you, his mouth tilting up in that crooked smile you felt your heart flutter for. 

“It’s amazing, baby. Thank you,” He says softly, kissing your cheek and squeezing your hand. “Now I gotta brag to Harrington that I’m ‘The Hair’ now,” He grinned, dimples making an appearance. He raced out of the bathroom, heading straight for the phone.

You laughed, shaking your head. 

Steve is never gonna let you hear the end of this.

[clearwillow]

WIP Wednesday

I shared this with patrons on Sunday, but I haven't shared any wips here in a while. So...yeah. It has no name yet, and I'm already three chapters in, so what follows will probably be adjusted cause writing out of order isn't my friend.

She had gotten older. It was a dumb observation, but it was a fact, and so had he. Neither of them had the softness in their cheeks like they had when they were traveling. Her hair was shorter, now falling just past her shoulders. He’d taken to trimming his over the years, and it wasn’t as long and scraggly as it used to be at the ends. He’d always gotten looks about the length but he refused to cut it short.

There was something else within Kagome that showed she’d aged – the look in her eyes. She didn’t have any visible signs of wrinkles like Kaede had, she was too young for that still. He had pretended not to notice the shift back when they walked away from battles, but it was clear as day. The gentleness and compassion that Kagome displayed so prominently once was now shielded by years of experiences.

Of disappointments.

“You look good,” he spoke at last, swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn’t know what he expected to happen when they did find each other again, and this tense air between them was suffocating.

Kagome nodded, her lips smiling more than her eyes. It scared the shit out of him. “You do too,” she replied. “If it wasn’t for the length of your hair I almost wouldn’t have recognized you.”

He knew it was an attempt at a joke and forced a laugh. “Y-yeah, heh… gotta hide the obvious these days…”

“Whatever you’re using, it’s effective? I couldn’t even tell you weren’t really human.”

Inuyasha raised his hand and pulled back the sleeve of his left arm, displaying the inked design on his forearm. “It’s a new trick the kitsune have been developing,” he explained. “When I’m in any territory that is marked safe, I look like I usually do. And everywhere else, I look like I do on the new moon. I still have my strength and my senses. Since it’s using human tools, I have to go back and get it touched up every few months.”

Without thinking, Kagome reached out and brushed her fingertips across his exposed skin. It was like electricity running through him with the featherlight touch, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to pull her close and never let go. She picked up on the spark between them, jerking her hand away quickly. “S-sorry. I shouldn’t be so familiar. It’s been a long time…”

“Don’t –”

“Inuyasha…”

“Don’t… don’t feel like you need to be a stranger with me, Kagome.” The words came out barely above a whisper, almost pleading. “I’ve waited a long time to find you again. Please don’t put more distance between us.”

Kagome’s shoulders dropped and she sighed. “That’s the thing. You never once said ‘please’ to me before the well closed. You always demanded. I’m having trouble catching up to who you are now when all I remember is the boy I knew.”

“That you know,” he corrected. “I’m still me. Do you want me to go start a fight with your grandpa? Let him cover me with sutras that won’t work?”

She shook her head. “Grandpa passed years ago. If you want someone to cover you with sutras, you’ll have to wait until I’m helping at the shrine’s next event. Those will work, so you might want to reconsider that offer.”

His face fell. It was sad enough to hear that the spry old man he used to argue with was now gone, but it was even worse finding out that he hadn’t been there for her when it happened. Her grandpa was the last connection she had to her late father, and even though she never let on she missed her other parent, he knew. “I’m sorry, Kagome.”

“It was peaceful,” she offered. “Grandpa told us months before that he had a feeling that he’d be seeing his family again. Spent the remainder of his time getting us set up to manage the shrine without him. I was taking an exam when it happened. Mama called me after the testing ended to tell me. He’d laid down for a nap and just…”

The lone sniffle was enough to break his resolve. Inuyasha pulled Kagome against him in a hug, listening as she let out shuddering breaths to calm herself before she began to sob. Holding her against him felt right. He simply held her like he should have done years before when she hadn’t been able to keep herself composed. When she needed him with her.

Kagome didn’t push him away. She held onto his jacket, letting her head rest against his chest for a moment. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I thought I’d gotten past it, but…”

“You haven’t had to break the news to a lot of people since it happened, have you?” he asked sadly.

“No…no, I…I haven’t…”

Inuyasha was the one to pull back, but only slightly. “I think…there’s a lot that we have to talk about, Kagome. How do you feel about meeting together over dinner?”

[pinknoodlepony]

Angstober teehee :3

Day one: Again

Twilight sparkle had woken up in front of her cutie map, staring at the map as her cutiemark glowed signalling she was needed for a friendship problem. but she already knew what was coming and what would happen.

she had been woken up in the same place for the past month and each time had gotten way more grotesque and violent. it came to the point Twilight had dreaded to fall asleep and tried to stay up any chance she could. it slowly began to affect her responsibilities as the princess of friendship, causing her to doze off during important tasks.

twilight was getting sick of these games and was getting more and more desperate for them to finally end, where she could finally live in peace and have fun with her friends again but deep down she knew it wouldn't happen. she knew that this isn't going to end any time soon.

she stood there for a short moment just staring at the cutie map, watching her cutiemark glow on the location she needed to be. The canterlot castle. twilight began to wonder what would happen if she just stayed put in front of the cutie map for the whole time she slept. would anything happen? would she just sit there until she woke up from her slumber?

after ten minutes that had gone by Twilight's horn began to glow like it had a mind of its own and then with a sudden poof she was teleported inside the Canterlot castle and in front of the throne room. the two large doors that open to the throne room seem to creak on their own causing the doors to swing open and reveal the large room.

twilight's gaze slowly moved up the long red carpet and to Princess Celestia's throne where a small shadowed figure sat with their back leg over the other, bouncing the back leg that touched the ground causing the other to bounce against their thigh. the figures front right hoof began to tap against the arm of the princess's throne while the left hoof held a book up to their face, seemingly to be writing down something.

twilight slowly took a deep breath in and hesitantly walked inside the throne room and towards the throne where the figure sat impatiently. once the figure took notice that twilight had walked in the book slowly lowered onto their lap, closing it with a small thud while the black quill was used as a bookmark for the page they left on. Twilight began to feel a sudden sense of dread as she got closer and closer towards the throne, the shadowed figure slowly coming into view.

"You're late, Twilight. it's a shame i had to bring you here by force. it's not very element of kindness of me, is it?"

the figure spoke as their identity was revealed, showing a dull pink pony with an unusually long neck and ears. the right side of their face was covered by their shoulder length curly black hair with the ends of their hair being dyed a hot pink. the left side of their face revealed their large cartoonish eye, the green iris was not round like other ponies but looked like a goat eye almost. the top of their eye had a long black wing while the bottom lid had two small wings below it and three freckles below their eye and right on their cheek. the left freckle was yellow, the right freckle was blue, and the bottom was purple.

the pink pony's body was lanky yet shorter than twilight despite the long neck. it's body was fully pink with white all over their four legs that went all the way up their knees. their hooves were a light shade of purple that matched their bottom freckle. their tail was short and messy like their hair, matching the same black and pink pattern. the pony's cutiemark was a bird skull with a black feather behind it.

"Crow Marrow please...we've done this so many times before. please let's just stop I've already told you what you needed to know."

twilight pleaded desperately for the pony to stop the constant nightmares she had faced but the pony only responded back with a harsh laugh.

"Me? Stop? Never. You haven't told me what i needed to know and besides...this is fun, watching you try and try only to fail each time."

Twilight's frown had gotten bigger due to Crow Marrow's denying to stop. Crow Marrow seemed pleased at her expression before stretching every bone in their body against the throne causing several bones to be heard cracking loudly due to the emptiness of the throne room.

"Crow Marrow, you asked for an answer to your friendship problem and i gave it to you. Isn't that enough? We should be done with this by now."

Crow Marrow's eye narrowed at her response back, his large black eyebrow furrowed with displeasure. With an annoyed flick of his ear, he got up from the throne and trotted down towards her. The sound of the necklace the pony had around his neck filled the room along with the echoing sounds of his hooves hitting the floor.

"It wasn't the right answer. My friendship problem still hasn't been fixed. You're the princess of friendship, aren't you? Fix it. Fix me."

Twilight watched as the earth pony walked towards her with annoyance and frustration in each step he took. Twilight took a small step back before firmly repeating herself once again hoping to get through to the pony.

"Crow Marrow. I told you the answer to what you needed to know. I'm sorry but some things are just out of pony's hooves. It's nopony's fault."

Crow Marrow stood there for a few moments seemingly lost in thought giving Twilight a small flicker of hope only for it to be cursed a second later by the displeased face on Crow Marrow's face.

"No. If the friendship lesson doesn't work then it's your fault. It's your fault I'm like this now you'll know how it feels to be me!"

Crow Marrow's neck seemed to snap in a way that made Twilight feel sick to her stomach, watching it twist around like a snake. A boney snake that cracked every time it moved. His jaws slowly opened to reveal large and pointed teeth that curved like a gaboon viper.

As Crow marrow stood there angrily, Twilight quickly went to run towards the exit but right as she made it the doors closed her in with a firm slam. She quickly spun around in fear of what was to come, watching the earth pony turn into a complete monster.

She watched as a large floral white horn began growing from the earth pony's forehead, covered in blood. the red substance slowly oozed down Crow Marrow's forehead filling the room with an awful stench. The earth pony's body began to twitch and jerk slightly, two boney like limbs spurting out from its skin before white feathers began to rapidly grow all over the growing limbs creating a horrid scene for the princess to watch.

As the wings finally grew completely Crow gave them a few flaps to test them out before his eyes slowly moved to look at her. Drool began to dribble down his chin and onto the floor as he stood there completely still, just watching her.

Twilight tried to use her horn but nothing seemed to be working. No matter how hard she tried not one spark came from her horn causing a small petrifying large smile to form on the pink pony's face, flesh ripping apart as the smile grew wider until it was physically ear to ear.

"I think I'll keep this little game going. I'll get to watch you suffer again and again and again. This will be the perfect punishment for failing me, don't you think?"

Before twilight could even respond, Crow's neck immediately lashed down at her and sunk its large fangs right into her throat causing twilight to suddenly wake up in bed. Her coat dripping with sweat while a horrible burning sensation spread around her throat for a few minutes before slowly fading away into a numb ache.

With a soft shaky sigh, she slipped out of bed and began to prepare herself a cup of coffee knowing it was best she stay up tonight.

She knew it would happen again.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Dream On

Perhaps a bit of a shorter post than some of my recent/previous ones, but Voiceplay's video for Dream On is certainly far from dull, and the arrangement (a collaboration between Rob Dietz and Geoff) is absolutely killer!

The video for Dream On was released on the 9th of April, 2022, and features Omar Cardona, back again!

Don't have a ton to say about outfits/costuming in this one (though shoutout to Geoff, who is credited with "costuming look", as well as co-direction and overall video (he's a polymath genius I swear)), but might as well "shine a spotlight" on everyone individually, since I don't expect to have a lot to say for this video otherwise, and the vocalists all start off by themselves in the video before "banding together".

Hey Geoff isn't the only one with exposed shoulders for once! 😝

Cesar is, yet again, a style icon. And according to an interview he did with Mortius (that was simultaneously a reaction video for Dream On), the little "smoky eye"/eyeliner look he's got going on here was his idea! Love that for him!

(Also shoutout to Rick Underwood for yet again being a makeup whiz!)

Actually wait I forgot, uncovered shoulders actually outnumber covered shoulders in this one!

(Also this was filmed in some old school I believe? I think maybe Cesar's old school or something?)

There he is! <3

(Also love the fingerless gloves 👌)

Random fun fact: I used this shot about a month ago (though for you reading this it'll be more like 2-2.5 months ago) as a pose/proportions reference!

(And peep the little white-grey streak of hair framing his face <3 )

And of course I haven't forgotten about Layne! (No clue what he's wearing over his shirt, but my brain always thinks of a bulletproof vest, though that's obviously not correct)

(Also it's getting frankly a little embarassing now that back in my This Is Halloween post I was like "hey is that tattoo on Layne's wrist real? I've literally never seen it before", when apparently it has been visible at least a couple of times since, and I'm obviously not always as observant as I like to think I am 😅)

Fun fact: apparently Omar and Cesar are good friends, stemming from the fact that they used to be roommates? And now one of them is a permanent Voiceplay member, and the other is a frequent Voiceplay collaborator? (And had sung with them before Cesar joined the group, even). What are the odds? Like how freaking close-knit is the singing/acapella community in Florida?

(Btw that is one hell of a mohawk, Cesar! Go off!)

Group shot! (Also peep the book just behind Eli and Omar (that I only just noticed) - is that the same one Eli was holding/drawing in earlier?)

(Cesar matching Geoff with the fingerless gloves!)

"So how many lines and textures do you want in your clothes for this one?" "Yes" (No seriously, there is a lot going on with the outfits in this one. I'm not judging or criticising, but I would hate to try and draw them!)

Very brief but very cool distortion effect!

Obligatory "he's so pretty" screencap 😁

Screw it, have another Geoff hair study!

(I'm amassing a fair collection of these now, though I'm contemplating going and doing some more for older videos at some point so I can have a better visual representation of the main stages of growth, before it reached shoulder-length)

Is Layne in the freaking boiler room or something? (I'm not super familiar with boiler rooms (not super common in Australia, that I know of), but that looks like that would be an example of one!)

The "tenor trio" absolutely giving this performance their all! (As they always do, of course)

I'm doing this post on the same day (or well, night now) as the post I did for The Dragonborn Comes, so I'm still eagerly awaiting the video for Omar's newest collaboration with Voiceplay, and I can barely wait! It's gonna be amazing, I can feel it!

[noyatv]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐚

warning: this starts all the way back in 2012, when y/n was 14 and conor was 18, 3.5 year age gap, y/n is said to be born in winter-spring, y/n's sister's name is victoria, victoria is like 7 years older than y/n, y/n is southern italian-american, y/n's family is considered 'old money', victoria is a songwriter, probably really badly translated italian (i haven't done my duolingo lessons), also your implied to be a nepo baby, 2016 drama, taylor swift is over party makes an appearance, these aren't my beliefs, ima diehard swiftie, conor is a simp, k***e west and psycho fans, yn and conor break up briefly, yn is linked with a lot of people, you have an older brother who is like 4 years older, his name is lorenzo, he isn't that important rn

the timeline of conor and y/n's relationship

2012 Hyannis Port, Massachusetts ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᶢ

Victoria had recently returned from Brandeis for summer break, at least, that's what my mom said.

The beach was nearly deserted, aside from blond and brunette leaning on a rock halfway across the beach.

Without another thought, I pushed myself to my feet, slipping my hand in the back pocket of my shorts, placing my phone in the pocket. The strides I took to my house ended up taking me a different way; to the Kennedy Compound. Ethel, who was on the porch, had babysat us when Victoria and I were younger, supporting us on our misadventures around the beach.

"Hi, Ethel!" She seemed to escape from her trance, eyes lighting up when she realized it was me.

"What're you doing here? I haven't seen you or your sister in so long, how are you?"

"Just walking back from the beach, Victoria's back from college."

"Tell her I said hi, will you? Stay out of trouble!"

"I will!"

I shuffled over the sidewalk, until I reached the house on Scudder Avenue, Victoria's dented Toyota was parked in front of the house. From the window at the top of the door, I could see Victoria sitting at the kitchen island.

The door creaked as it opened, Victoria's head snapping to the left.

She had cut her hair shorter. Her once shoulder-length brown hair had now been chopped down to her ear.

"Taylor's coming over for songwriting. Just thought you might like to know that," she yelled towards the stairs once she heard the creak and thumping of the old wood stairs.

Not even ten minuets later, a knock reverberated from downstairs.

"Victoria!" I yelled, hoping to have my voice reach her ears, but it fell on deaf ears. "Victoria! Porta qui il tuo culo!" Again, no response.

Another knock made an appearance.

"I'll be there in a second!"

The leg of the table behind the couch seemed to have extended a few inches out, forcing a shriek out of me as I stubbed my toe. I made my way to the door and opened it.

"Hey, come in." I stepped aside to let Taylor in, and to my surprise, another person.

"Thanks, this is Conor." She gestured to the male beside her. "Where is Victoria?"

"'Dunno," I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll look for her, make yourself comfortable."

I walked through the kitchen to get to the backyard door. She was sitting on the steps of the porch, presumably watching Lolita, her Chihuahua, run around the yard.

"Taylor's here, she's waiting for you."

2016 ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵗᵗⁱⁿᶢ

Italian-American singer-songwriter Y/N Buscemi recently dropped her debut album, and was recently caught making out with 22 year old Conor Kennedy, her friend's ex-boyfriend, Taylor Swift.

Y/N Buscemi is an 18 year old singer-songwriter who has been making waves in the music industry since her debut album dropped. She is the daughter of Italian immigrants and comes from a long line of wealth and privilege.

Buscemi is a multifaceted artist who writes her own songs, and her sister Victoria is a songwriter who has written for both Y/N and Taylor Swift. Y/N's music has been described as an eclectic mix of genres, ranging from pop, hip-hop, to rock.

The recent news of her and Conor Kennedy, Taylor Swift's ex, being caught making out has only added to the mystery surrounding her as an artist. While it is unclear why the two were together, it has been speculated that they were discussing music, as Kennedy is also an aspiring musician.

Neither parties have commented on the situation, leaving us to question what the nature of both relationships.

Y/N Buscemi is an exciting new artist to watch, as she continues to make her mark in the music industry with her debut album. With her unique sound and style, she is sure to make a lasting impression.

What do you think? Leave a comment.

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Y/N Buscemi, the 18-year-old Italian-American singer-songwriter, has been seen with 23-year-old Jack Schlossberg, who is the cousin of her 22-year-old boyfriend Conor Kennedy. This sighting has sparked rumors that Buscemi and Kennedy have broken up, and that Schlossberg may have played a crucial role in the split.

Buscemi, who is originally from Plymouth, Massachusetts, has been gaining recognition in the music industry since she released her debut EP in 2015. Since then, she has been performing at venues across the country and collaborating with other artists. Her music is described as a combination of indie-pop and alternative rock, and has been compared to the likes of Halsey and Lorde.

Kennedy, who is the son of Robert F. Kennedy Jr., first began dating Buscemi in June of this year. Since then, the couple has been spotted together at various events, such as this year's MTV awards. However, recent reports have suggested that the couple has called it quits, and that Schlossberg may have played a part in the break-up.

Schlossberg, who is the son of former U.S. Ambassador to Japan Caroline Kennedy, is an actor and writer. He has appeared in several films and television series, including the Netflix series “Grace and Frankie”. He is also the founder of the social media platform “My Friend Jack”, which is focused on helping people find their support systems and connect with others.

Given the age difference between Buscemi and Schlossberg, as well as the fact that he is related to Kennedy, it is understandable why people are speculating about the nature of their relationship. However, neither Buscemi nor Schlossberg have publicly commented on the rumors.

In the meantime, fans of Buscemi can look forward to the release of her new single, which is due out later this month. With her music career continuing to take off, it will be interesting to see what the future holds for this talented young artist.

[loliwrites]

Loli! May i please request where Addi and Alex are having starting to have some sexy time and one of their young kiddos run into their room? Thanks!!!!!

Hey Hunni Bunni 🐰 This (and others) have been sitting in my inbox for awhile, huh? Just haven't been too motivated to write lately -- the A&A universe isn't hitting like it used to (and I wish it was).

HOWEVER, we can thank an Instagram video for this because it made me think about this request and how funny/awkward/uncomfortable this would be.

It's been AWHILE. Between having two newly mobile kids and their crazy work schedules, neither of them can remember the last time they had a night to themselves, let alone a night of intimacy. It's like they've been working in different operating systems -- things aren't working. Alex will feel up to the task and initiate but Addi's had a full day of herding children and being touched and prodded and she just... wants not to be. So she brushes him off. Or she's feeling in the mood, and Alex wants so desperately to appease her (and himself), but his anatomy physically fails him. And they're really starting to wonder when things are going to click again. So much so that they carve out time in their joint calendar. Give themselves a WHOLE HOUR labeled for "sex".

And that worked. They saw it in the calendar that morning and it was like something they were working towards. A reward if they could make it through the day. From the moment Alex got home, despite there being a few hours before the planned event, he doted upon Addi and flirted. He stood beside her and kept his hand on her ass while they chatted as she finished up dinner for the kids. So by the time they'd finally gotten the kids to bed, and were back in the privacy of their own room, there wasn't anytime wasted.

The past three hours had been a form of slow foreplay and it was almost as if Alex had planned it being that way so no time would go unused for the main event. Their clothes were off in a matter of moments and Addi swore she heard more than a couple seams rip in their haste.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes since they'd closed their bedroom door that Alex was on top of Addi and pressing himself into her. She winced and shut her eyes, and did her best to release the tension she was carrying in her body. Alex buried his face in the crook of her neck and released a deep groan. When he managed to sink in to the hilt, he bit into her shoulder at the feeling of her body squeezing around his length.

"Goddamn, you feel good," he pulled his head back and whispered in between the time it took him to reach her lips for a long, searing kiss.

She whimpered into it as he began thrust in and out of her, and she almost found it embarrassing that had she wanted to, she could've come then and there. It almost made her miss all the times before, when their sex-life didn't have to be planned out. They could do it any time, any place, when the urge struck. The living room floor, the kitchen counter... she remembered more than a few on the balcony which had surely given the neighbors a show. But their lives didn't afford that level of spontaneity. Passion was now planned.

"Harder," she panted and tugged at the hair at the nape of Alex's neck. "Give it to me harder,"

He did so without contemplation. Snapped his hips forward with purpose until Addi shrieked, her body inadvertently working itself away from him. Alex grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and forced them above her head. He smirked and gave her another strong thrust in, much to the same effect.

"Don't sneak away from me, kid," he circled his hips deeper until her body was writhing and she was biting into her lower lip to stifle her yelps. Alex released her wrists and sat back on his knees, his thrusts becoming shorter but not any less deep. He took her hand and pressed it over her lower abdomen, just below her bellybutton. "Feel me all the way up here? Look at you taking all of me like a dirty, little whore,"

The moan that erupted through Addi's chest reverberated through the room. Alex grinned and leaned back down over her. He cupped his hands over the top of her head and buried his face back in her neck, close enough so he could whisper obscene things into her ear.

"Whose dirty whore are you? That's right, you're mine,"

"Gonna come all over me?"

"Come on and I'll go down on you. Lick every last drop up until you come again in my mouth,"

Addi was howling. She was trembling and convulsing, doing her best to string together sentences. But mostly she was just moaning and seeing bright spots in her vision. And then the one thing that had the power to take things, which were at 100, all the way back down to 0...

"Mama, mama!" a little voice grew louder, presumably running down the hallway. Their bedroom door nudged open and the tiny kiddo, stood in the doorway crying, "mama. mama,"

They both looked over the little toddler, rubbing his eyes with the back of his fist. And they both tried to ignore the fact that Alex was throbbing inside of Addi. Alex tugged the bed sheet a little further up to make sure their waists were covered from sight. But shortly upon entering, the kiddo ran up to the side of the bed, tears still pouring from his eyes, his little chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He clawed at the side of the bed, a temperamental beg to be lifted onto it.

"What's going on, bud?" Alex kept a firm grasp on the sheet. The little one's clawing was threatening to pull it down and expose them.

"I heard mama screaming and--and--," his chest bounced in between sobs, "and I thought she was hurt. And no one was answering me," he cried a little harder.

Addi twisted her body and reached out for their kiddo. At the same time, Alex slowly unsheathed himself from her and they both tried to keep their faces as stoic as possible. Though once he'd pulled out of her, and Addi was left with an enormous feeling of emptiness, she looked up at Alex sorrowfully. She lifted the little one up into bed, helped by Alex since she was at an awkward angle. Once the kiddo was sitting on the bed, Alex slid out of it and made off for the dresser.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. That must've been really scary for you," she brushed her fingers through his hair when he nodded. "Mama's not hurt,"

"Then why were you screaming?"

Alex made it back to the bed. He'd already put on a pair of underwear, but he handed Addi a pair of his boxer briefs and one of his shirts. They glanced at each other, unsure of how to answer that question. So Alex crawled back onto the bed and pulled their son back into his chest. He kissed the top of his head and stared at his woman as she slid on his shirt and underwear.

"We were playing around, bud. We thought you were sleeping." Alex hugged the little one but the tiny nugget wiggled out of his arms and crawled back to Addi.

She took him into a hug and rubbed his back. "I'm sorry we scared you,"

"Did papa hurt you?" he sniffled, collecting himself.

"No, papa didn't hurt me," she reached for Alex and coaxed him closer as if to prove to their kiddo that his father hadn't done anything wrong. "I'm okay. See, I'm not hurt," she waited for him to nod. "Can I take you back to bed?"

When he nodded, she did just that. Alex re-positioned himself in bed, turning onto his back with one arm tucked behind his head. He stared at the door thinking if there was a way to salvage their night. Probably not, and he figured it'd be another night of him finishing himself off in the shower. Addi came back into the room and shut the door behind her again. She peeled Alex's shirt off and strode back to bed, gently collapsing onto it and crawling her way up to Alex.

"You're too loud, pretty mama" he murmured with a smile.

"It's not my fault," she slapped his chest playfully. "Your dick's too good, daddy," she dragged her hand down from his chest and to his crotch where his underwear was doing its damnedest to keep his hard-on contained. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed softly, "do you want to continue?"

"Do you?"

Addi shook her head softly but still got up as though she were going to change positions and get between his legs, "but I can get you off? Shouldn't take more than a few minutes," she winked.

Alex grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back down against his chest, "that's okay, I'll just do it in the shower." He looked at her as she tilted her head to the side, "I'm sure."

She nodded and tucked her fingertips beneath his underwear, inching it down until she freed his member and gave him a few gentle strokes. "I'll wait up for you. We can cuddle when you come back?"

"Yes, please. Definitely," he pecked her lips and got out of bed.

He ditched his underwear on his way to the bathroom and before he disappeared out of sight completely, Addi watched him stroke himself a few times. His head rolled to the side and she caught one last glimpse of him as he pulled open the shower door and stepped inside.

[akirakirxaa]

[ blend in ] receiver tries to blend in at the ball and remain unseen, but sender notices and approaches them

[Ball/Parties Prompts. Decided this is the perfect prompt for the Solus x Valeria meet cute, so y'all get an early sneak peak. :D ...Early as in I haven't started writing the fic yet so I'm going a bit out of order. xD]

Valeria milled about in the ball room. It was a grand affair, decorated with more flowers and banners and garland than she could even fathom at the cost of, let alone the price of importing said flowers from warmer climes. Ladies muttered to each other behind fans and scarves, dressed in impeccable gowns that flowed about them like large, heavy clouds. The men clumped together, suits all blending together like a flock of birds, switching between laughter and seriousness as their various topics called for them.

No one had approached her thus far. The families of lower status assumed she must be of a higher standing, and the higher status assumed the same in reverse, she imagined. She smoothed the front of her own gown, a rather dated garment that once belonged to her late mother, and accepted a fizzing glass from one of the servants bustling about the room with trays of food and drink.

Just look like you belong and no one will be the wiser, she thought to herself, taking a little sip. No matter the danger or how temporary, it was nice to escape home for a few hours and have some fun. There were so many people here that she felt much more secure in her virtual invisibility than when she was planning this in the first place. She watched various couples spinning around the ballroom in time with the quartet performing at the head of the room.

One of the spinning couples twirled just a little too close then, one of the two slamming into her shoulder and knocking her off balance. Her glass slipped from her grip - I was enjoying that, she couldn't help thinking grumpily as it smashed on the floor- and in her attempt to regain her balance, stepped on her dress hem and tumbled to the floor. So much for acting like I belong. How embarrassing.

"Are you alright?" Valeria jerked her head in the direction of the voice to find a tall and rather well decorated man with black hair, just shorter than chin length, offering his hand. She glanced him over, trying to place him from what little she knew of the elite. White streak in his hair, bright gold eyes, the sheer number of medals and ribbons...

Oh no. Oh no no no.

Valeria tried to reason out if it would be worse for her to be found out by the Emperor himself or to instead commit the insult of running for her life. She wasn't given the choice in the end, though, when he took her hand and pulled her to her feet when she hesitated.

"I don't think we've met," he tilted his head just a bit as he examined her.

"W-we haven't," she stammered, rapidly running through the list of excuses she had prepared for...well, not this scenario but in case someone engaged her in conversation. "I'm a bit of a recluse honestly. Normally not one for big affairs."

"I see. May I have your name?"

I can't give him my real name! she panicked. If he finds out I snuck in I may as well be signing my death warrant. Why didn't I think to come up with a false name to begin with?

"J-just call me Val," she managed to stammer out. Only her friend Noelle called her that, and she knew that the hyur woman would never give her up. His eyes flashed, and she wondered if he knew she was...well, not quite lying but not giving the whole truth either.

"Well, I do so love this song, would you honor me with a dance?" He asked smoothly, giving her hand a little tug towards the dance floor. I was trying not to draw attention!

"I, uh, of course," she stuttered, too far in to back out gracefully now. "The honor would be mine." A pause before she remembered. "Your Radiance."

"Now, now, let's not muddy this up with titles and addresses," he gave her a charming smile and he was going to be the death of her, she swore. "Just Solus is fine."

"Yes, your- Solus," she agreed quickly, and as he pulled her out onto the dance floor she couldn't help but wonder what she'd gotten herself into.

[cherryfairy-2000]

sometime in spring 2023

I reconnected with my first love recently, 7 years after the end of our relationship and 4 years after the last time I saw him. In between those timelines and lifetimes, I often thought of him as the only one I’d ever love like that. The only soul tie I had ever created. I have loved and been loved since him in those timelines and lifetimes and I believed I had proven myself wrong a few times but the end never felt the way it did when he left. He was the first person to show my young jaded heart that love was real, even when it ended. I remember the rant I gave my mother at the dinner table with tear filled eyes. I was 16 experiencing my first heartbreak and no feeling I had ever experienced had ever felt that real. I spoke highly of him still, through my shattered heart and swollen eyes, tears still racing down my cheeks and eyes that have gotten no sleep. I spoke of gratitude; how grateful I was to love like that, to be loved like that. To feel so deeply and connect to someone in such a way at such a young age.

“The pain was worth it!” I kept repeating, sobbing. “I would go back and only love him harder despite knowing the inevitable end! I would only love him harder and hold him tighter!”

My mother looked over at her 16 year old daughter, crying with gratitude over a broken heart and replied “you are so beautiful.” She herself experienced heartbreak, the end of a marriage just the year before mine and was still in the painful grief process. She was the first of the family to experience heartbreak, a lost love, and I was second. The eldest daughter out of three kids, the middle child and yet I have fallen in and out of love more times than anyone else in my family. They watch my tireless attempts at finding that feeling again like I am a creature at a zoo, dumbfounded at my fearlessness of getting my heart broken again.

He sat across from me for the first time in 4 years and I started to mentally count and compare all the differences I’d notice from the man in front of me to the boy that used to lie in my arms and live in my heart. He has a beard now and I notice chest hair peeking out from the top of his t-shirt. His hair is much shorter and seems darker, still messy but nothing like the shoulder length light blond hair I used to intertwine my fingers in. His smile was the same, his mannerisms too; like the way he uses his hands to talk when he's being lighthearted and playful. He spoke more confidently now, aware and comfortable in his skin. His body resembles more of a man than a lanky young boy which caught me off guard a bit. His eyes haven't changed either and the feeling of his stare has the same effect after all this time.

He told me about his life, his journey through grief and suffering. How he's been committed to healing everything that he avoided in his youth. He can finally cry now, the pressure he used to feel in his face is no longer there. He wears a big tiger's eye crystal around his neck and smiles wider now. His laugh is more full body like he's accepted joy into his life like never before. I had to hold back tears when I noticed all of the similarities and differences I found.

I felt the disconnect from the present, and a simultaneous hyper awareness of all the lives I lived in his absence. This feeling rushed through my veins, like the caffeine from a double shot of espresso or the head rush that follows a sober cigarette. He says “You look the same, but your energy is more you; calmer.” I told him about my life the past 4 years and although I experienced traveling and life in many ways; the common pattern is my habit of getting in and out of relationships. My heart has broken about 5 times since the end of our relationship, in the past 7 years. The men I’ve dated become no more than a stranger to me after a year. How devoted I am to loving even though I was rarely loved back in the same capacity is confusing to him.

“Do you believe you deserve love?” He asked me.

“Are you afraid of being alone?”

I lingered on that thought. Embarrassed. When was the last time I was single? Alone with nowhere to put my love other than myself and my world? I had just moved into my first apartment with my current boyfriend. He's gentle, treats me well and loves me so much. The healthiest relationship I’ve ever experienced in my adulthood. But I can’t help but think we've only been dating for 6 months and not even a month before I met him I was in Greece with a completely different lover. I didn’t choose the city we moved to, he did and I was okay with it. I didn’t plan anything about Greece, he did but I was okay with it. These men that court me plan futures with me in their heads and I fear I just simply play the part... Do I allow myself any say in these futures? Or am I just okay with it? Is the concept of falling and staying in love more important to me than my own journey to find myself? Healing myself? The spiritual path I have always been drawn to but always ignored because the people I allowed myself to love never took that part of me seriously, never mind joining me on the same path.

[womanofwords]

STEM Kids Shenanigans (Chapter 18)

Chapter 18: Melanie's Cousin

Dante knew from an unfortunate amount of experience that Melanie Sainsbury was bad news. She walked around the school with a hard look on her face and a prefect's badge in her hand. The badge, Dante had noticed, had a pin on the back to be pinned onto an item of clothing, but Melanie had appeared to not care about that in favour of shoving it in people's faces. When Melanie came to their meetings, it ruined everything and put them on edge for the rest of the day.

So when he heard that Melanie had a cousin that would be coming to Marbleton, he didn't have very high hopes.

"Class, this is Sonia Sainsbury, Melanie's cousin. It has been decided that she will be staying close to her cousin she she can get her bearings faster here," Mr Oluwatola said. Dante's jaw dropped. He had been expecting Sonia to be a lot like Melanie in the sense that she would be a teacher's pet, too. But here was a girl with hair a little shorter than shoulder length, dyed black with roots that were the same shade of brown as Melanie's hair. She had hoop earrings with four stud piercings on each ear.

"Hi, I'm obviously Sonia," Sonia said, waving awkwardly. "Melanie's obviously my cousin, as the teacher said, and I hope she's been nice to you."

"She hasn't," Layla said under her breath.

"Anyway, I don't like being here, this place looks awful. My parents picked it because my cousin's here, and I just want to get into the swing of things. Where do I sit?"

"You can sit at the back of the class," Mr Oluwatola said.

"No, don't! Sonia, those kids are delinquents!" Melanie wailed.

"It's her first day and you're already badmouthing us to the new girl?" Yujin asked. Her jaw was set and two small red spots were on her cheeks. "She only just got here!"

"Melanie, please stop calling the members of the STEM club delinquents," Mr Oluwatola said.

Sonia snorted. "STEM club? STEM as in science, technology, engineering, and maths?"

"Yes," Dante confirmed.

"Those are science nerds, Melanie!" Sonia declared. People laughed, and Dante breathed a sigh of relief. "And you're calling them delinquents?"

Melanie spluttered indignantly while trying to string a sentence together. "Well, yes. They've caused me a lot of trouble."

Sonia smirked as she leaned down towards her polar opposite cousin. "If you think a bunch of nerds are a lot of trouble, then you haven't seen anything yet. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sitting with them for today."

This was going to be fun.

(PAUSE)

Things kicked off pretty quickly. Pranks erupted from one end of the school to the other, and prefects and teachers were running wild. It started in art class.

"Good morning, little ducks," Miss Powers said. Her dress was covered in printed rubber ducks, which meant her calling the class little ducks made some sense. "This will be a quiet lesson today of you all continuing with your collages. You can do collage on anything you want. The city, street art, animals-"

"Rat," someone interrupted.

Miss Powers ignored them. "Yes, rats are a kind of animal."

"No, seriously! RATS!" There were rats skittering around on the floor, big and bushy. Half of them looked like they had been on steroids.

"Class, let's leave the room and give the rats some space," the normally calm teacher said, as students screamed and evacuated the room. Some other classes were having the same problem, with students screaming and leaving hastily.

"I'll handle this," Melanie said.

"No, Melanie, you should evacuate too," Miss Powers said. "Now, let's do a head count. Line up." The class lined up as the teacher checked names off a list. "Where's Sonia?"

"I should have known that it was her. I just thought that it was the STEM club," Melanie said.

"You always blame us for stuff!" Dante said.

"And we have nothing to do with rats," Layla said, wincing with disgust.

"Miss Powers, we found this girl releasing more rats into the principal's office. She said she was supposed to be in your class," a prefect said, dragging Sonia with them. "She also said she was Melanie Sainsbury's cousin."

"Sonia," Melanie groaned, her head in her hands. "Why did you have to do this? You haven't even been here a full day, and you've already plunged the school into chaos!"

Sonia smirked. "I told you you haven't seen anything yet."

(PAUSE)

School let out early due to the huge rat fiasco that Sonia had caused, and Dante went to the library to kill time. He picked out a book of fables on autopilot and flipped to a random page. He landed on the story of the boy who cried wolf.

Reminds me of Melanie, he thought as he read it, smirking. Melanie cries wolf about us all the time, and we're never actually doing anything. I bet that even if we were doing something wrong and she found out, nobody would ever believe her. This set off a light bulb in his head. We could properly cause chaos in front of her and nobody would believe her. But where do we start?

To read the other parts of this fic, see Masterlist.

[joyfullyacat]

tagged twice my beloved moots <3 /lh

♫Do you play an instrument? Nope! Although they do interest me and I endlessly admire people who do play them (i find the science behind music absolutely enthralling and have spent many late nights watching videos about it)

•Favourite book characters? I haven't read actual books in some time but my all time favorite story would be the Ocean at the End of the Lane from Neil Gaiman, could I give you the characters? Not remotely but I remember reading the story fondly ;v;

•What’s your star sign? Leo!! and it inspires many many of my impulsive buys. Has a lion on it? It is mine.

•Favourite colour schemes? depends on the application, fashion wise i'm a cottagecore nerd at heart so soft, earthy tones or pastels have my heart in a vice grip.

•Naps or long sleep? Both. (But i've gotten better about napping)

•What languages do you speak? Only english with some emergency phrases memorized in spanish and ASL

•Dreams/aspirations? i wish to return to travelling around with my mom again and seeing the world ;; even if it's changed much in recent years, there are still sights to behold at some point i'd like to start college but i've 0 idea what to major in, too many interests, too many hands in varying cookie jars

•Long hair or Short Hair? long hair! i'm actually seeing how long i can grow it out before i get sick of it, we're halfway down the rear and going strong (i've never actually had hair shorter than about shoulder blade length p sure except for when i was a bebbe-)

•Tea or coffee? i'd probably just drink the hot water but if i truly have no choice, tea (ideally fruity and maybe left to steep for too long)

•Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world? go into a fictional world, i dont think i could burden a character like that (unless the real world was better than their fictional which is eNTIRELY possible, looking at u zombie-pocalypses)

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[moonshine-nightlight]

I'm re-reading Dale and I realized that while I have a fairly clear image of him in my head, I don't think there's a full description of him. Unless I missed it, of course lol Do you have an image of him in mind, or do you prefer readers to fill in the gaps? Either way, love this demon Hot Boy

everyone wants to know what Dale looks lik these days lol

i probably haven't given a super comprehensive description of him (partially cuz physical description isn't my strong suit, likely due to my background as a fanfic writer where like, everyone already knows what msot of the characters look like, but also because i dont have strong mental images of characters in my head tbh) and yeah as u mentioned, leaving some ambiguity lets readers picture their ideal!Dale).

i have a more comprehensive image/ideas about his non-human features for when he goes full demon because -redacted-

but! here's what i hav for Dale:

blue eyes - they used to be more grey but now lighten/darken/are more noticeable than before (when he gets extra eyes, they match the two on his face in terms of color, pupil shape, etc)

dark brown hair that when he gets all shadows-intensify gets darker and darker; i honestly go back and forth about the hair being sort of just past his shoulders, kinda wavy and tied with a low ribbon at the nape of his neck or it being much shorter but still sort of wavy but styled; he's clean shaven

light brown skin with yellow undertones (his mother is from a more southern country and has medium brown skin but his father is from a more northern country with white skin) after the incident he was paler than usual (lik he 'd been trapped underground for a While, but his color has since more or less returned to normal as he's recuperated)

for height, that's a bit harder to pin down: he's tall enough that the reader's head would rest on his shoulder/under his chin when hugging so sort of up to you lol

for build, he's not particularly obviously muscled, with relatively broad shoulders and a narrower waist; he's got large hands with long fingers (not lik inhumanly just generally lol) the claws hes briefly had were black,

those are the notes i have ^_^ the demon form notes are lik double the length but that's probably cuz he's got stages depending on how well he's controlling himself lol - should get to that part before the year is up at least

thanks so much for your asks and interest in the (now) lovely Lord Dale of Northbridge :D