#i k now ermes is minor

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on that last ask note

why does the anime love to take the beautiful purple out of everything its so fucking sad they sucked the life out of them

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[peachesyeo]

8/9... 8/8 - ATEEZ OT8 part one

THIS IMAGINE IS MATURE! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

⊹ 2k words ⊹ friends!ateez x fem!reader (ft. straykids) ᭡ angst, mature.

✧ a/n: hi. erm. yeah. i guess. in a rainy and depressive mood these days, but i'll be fine. might take a while to update, please be understanding. thank you.

thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

⊂ content: shitty ateez (esp jongho & wooyoung) warning. name-calling, slapping, crying, stray kids being absolute angels. friendship problems, both sides are in the wrong. strong language. please don't hate jongho i love my baby bear pls, a little self-harming.

✦ network: @newworldnet

:̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

You sat on your bed, staring at your phone. 

Zero notifications. 

No calls, no texts. No one asked for you. 

Your fingers swiped open the group chat. The last message was sent by you, asking if anyone wanted to grab lunch together. 

Nine members, eight reads, zero replies. 

You put your phone down, thinking about your recent behaviour. Have you done anything wrong? Did you accidentally offend them? Or perhaps, say the wrong thing?

You sighed, throwing your phone to the side and looking at the frame photo by your bed. You and the boys were huddled together, laughing at the camera. It was San’s birthday, and all of you had come up with a surprise party. The nine of you, all together, celebrating, smiling.

When was the last time you hung out with them?

Was it… three months ago? Four?

“They’re probably busy, Y/n…” You muttered to yourself, blinking rapidly so the sudden tears that gathered in your eyes wouldn’t fall. You sniffed, shaking your head. “Stop over thinking, Y/n.” You looked at your reflection in the mirror, your fingers curling into a fist. “You’re fine. Stop behaving so childishly.”

You let yourself fall onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling above you. Every single time you send a message to them, they would reply dryly. 

Maybe they’re sick of you, Y/n. 

You closed your eyes, wrapping yourself up in a foetal position. 

Everything will be fine. 

You know something is wrong, Y/n.

No, everything is fine. Nothing is wrong. 

Stop lying to yourself. 

I’m not lying to myself. 

Are you?

“I’m not.” You whispered, your voice shaky and unconfident. Tears gathered up at your eyes as you tried to get yourself to sleep.

You woke up with a gasp, breathing heavily as you bent over to the side of the bed, retching dryly. You were covered in cold sweat, shaking as you recovered your breathing. 

The annoyed expression on your friends faces seemed so real, to the point that you cannot differentiate between your dream and reality. You raised your knees to your chest, hugging them as you tried to calm yourself down.

It’s not real it’s not real it’s not real

“A nightmare. It’s a nightmare.” You told yourself, covering your face with your hands. “Y/n, stop it. Stop overthinking, you idiot.”

You reached for your phone, tapping on Seonghwa’s chat.

You: Oppa, are you busy? | You: Oppa, are y| You: Oppa, a| You: Oppa, I had a nightmare.| You: Oppa, I ha| You: Oppa,|

You stared at the screen, your fingers pausing in mid air. 

You: Oppa| You: Op| You: |

You scrolled upwards, reading your previous chats. It was mostly you talking about your problems, and Seonghwa advising you on what to do. You swallowed your saliva, reading his replies, which were getting drier and drier as you scrolled down.

Hwa Oppa: Y/n-ah, sorry, I’m busy. Hwa Oppa: Ok. Hwa Oppa: Ttyl. Hwa Oppa: Mhm.  Hwa Oppa: K. Hwa Oppa: Can you text me later? Hwa Oppa: Kinda busy now.

You tapped on his profile. Online 3 hours ago. The time now is 2am.

A sense of helplessness swallowed you as you let the phone drop onto your bed. You looked outside of the window, letting out another sigh.

You can't sleep anymore.

Maybe you should try one more time?

Y/n: Oppa, can we talk?

Seonghwa frowned at the notification. In front of him, Mingi was hollering with the mic, along with San, who was shrieking at the top of his voice, abusing poor Yunho's ears, who was sitting nearest to the speaker.

"Who is that?" Jongho asked, peering at the screen over his shoulder. "Oh." He looked away uninterestedly, taking a mouthful of his alcohol.

"Y/n?" Wooyoung grabbed Seonghwa's phone, scowling. "Does she want to complain about her boring work problems again? I have enough of listening to her shit-"

"Wooyoung. Stop it." Hongjoong warned. The latter rolled his eyes, giving Seonghwa his phone back before going over to San to snatch his microphone. As they scuffle over it, Yeosang sighed, frowning.

"I still don't think it's a good idea leaving her out and ignoring her like that, hyung." He watched the two fight while Mingi continued to sing his heart out. "We should sit down at talk it out-"

"Listen, I've tried. But every single time she would talk about her stupid work problems, I just needed a break from her, okay?" Seonghwa shot back, irritated. Yeosang put his hands up in defeat, shutting up. Seonghwa turned his phone off, shaking his head. “I’ll just… text her later.”

Jongho snorted, turning his attention back to the singing trio. Yeosang bit his lip nervously, but Hongjoong clapped his back. “Hey, just chill. Y/n would be fine without us anyway, she has so many friends.” He stuffed a glass of beer into Yeosang’s empty hands. “Here, take a drink and just forget about her, okay? It's been some time since all eight of us can come out together.”

Yeosang’s fingers grip the glass nervously. Yunho, who had crawled over to their seat to get away from the speaker, saw his hesitancy and rolled his eyes. “Hyung is right, Yeosang-ah. Y/n wouldn’t die without us. We should have our Boys Night anyways. Just drink.” He pushed the glass to Yeosang’s lips, the younger finally taking a sip reluctantly. 

“Yeah.” He watched Jongho, who had joined in with the three at the front. “You’re right.”

It's not much of a problem.

Right?

Your phone buzzed. Your eyes lit up, grabbing it and scanning at it.

Felix (Baking Class): Hey, this is Y/n right?

You slumped in disappointment, but soon it turned to confusion. What's Felix texting you at 2am for?

Felix Lee, a sweet Australian you've met through your baking class. You have enjoyed talking to him, the both of you exchanging tales of your baking mishaps. None of the boys, not even Wooyoung, likes to bake. So only Felix understood your problems with baking.

You: Hey Felix. You: What can I do for you?

Felix (Baking Class): I don't think I'm supposed to tell you this but Felix (Baking Class): You're friends with Hongjoong hyung right?

You: Yeah Felix (Baking Class): Erm, so my friends and I were at the nuraebang Felix (Baking Class): Changbin hyung was recording er, Jeonginnie just now

Felix (Baking Class): It's not like we're eavesdropping or anything, but erm I think you should, listen to this

Felix (Baking Class): *video.mp4*

Something is wrong.

Yeosang forced a laugh as he sipped on his coffee. They were in San's house, eating breakfast. Wooyoung busied himself over the stove, while Hongjoong was muttering to himself, his hands furiously typing away on his laptop. Mingi continued to talk after getting a reaction from Yeosang, but the man's attention had drifted elsewhere.

"...and then that's it. My manager just let me off." Mingi smirked proudly, earning a thumbsup from Yunho and San. Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "You were lucky this time, Mingi-ah. Yeosang, eggs?"

Yeosang gave him a small shake of his head. "No thank you. Hyung, did you text Y/n?"

The kitchen went silent at the name. Even Hongjoong looked up from his screen. "Y/n?"

"Yeah. She erm, hasn't contacted us in a week?" Yeosang reminded, shaking his phone in their face. "She usually texts us in the morning in the groupchat-"

"C'mon Yeo, that's a good thing." Wooyoung came out of the kitchen, untying his apron and frowning at Yeosang. "Don't spoil the mood early in the morning."

"Maybe she's busy, Yeo." Yunho suggested, wolfing down his pancake. "She did say that her boss sent her for some field checks. And don't be so mean, Woo."

Wooyoung pouted. "I'm just annoyed at her. And why isn't Jongho back?"

Jongho felt guilty.

He sipped on his cup of americano nervously, glancing at you. You sat with your gaze lowered, fixated on your own cup, your eyes cast downward.

He had bumped into you at the supermarket while getting syrup for Wooyoung. He didn't know why, but when he saw you, he had this sudden desire to run away.

Like a little boy after making a mistake.

"Erm, Y/n, how are you?" He decided, speaking carefully. You looked up from your cup at him, before tugging the corner of your lips upwards.

"Jongho-ah. Please, be honest with me." You pressed the nail of your thumb into your skin, the piercing pain kept your tears in. “Do I… really annoy you guys? When I’m telling… No, when I'm complaining about…” You bit your lower lip, suddenly feeling pathetic. Then you breathed in, before speaking again. “You know what, nevermind. I heard that you guys needed a break from me- Don’t need to explain, I heard it for myself.” You stopped Jongho as he opened his mouth to explain. “I totally understand that. But I’m just here to tell you that leaving me out is not cool. We’re adults, Jongho-ah. You and the boys should have just told me.”

“W-we’re just afraid that you’ll be upset-” “So you guys started leaving me out? Ignoring my texts? Talking behind my back?” You pressed your thumb harder into your skin, angry tears welling up in your eyes. “Like a teenager in highschool? Choi Jongho, you know that’s not… that’s not…” You glared at him, your brain searching for the right word. 

“Not how you should behave as a friend.” Someone placed their hand behind your back, patting them. The both of you looked up to see Felix, who was holding up a cup of coffee. Behind him, Bang Chan and Jisung waved at you. You blinked quickly, forcing the tears to go back in and waved back at them, before turning your attention to him. “Lixie? What are you doing here?”

“Breakfast with my hyung and Han Jisung.” He jabbed his thumb back at the two of them. Felix then turned to Jongho, offering him a simple smile that did not reach his eyes. “Hi, I’m Felix. I heard a lot from Y/nnie about you.” He introduced himself, his hand never leaving your back. Jongho frowned, glancing from his hand and back to his face. 

“I’m Jongho.” His voice was unwelcoming. Your brows furrowed. “Jongho, that was ru-” “It’s okay. Sorry if I interrupted you guys, but hyung’s asking whether you wanna join us later for lunch. Minho hyung cooked the dish you said you’d like to try.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. “Really?” You exclaimed. Jongho observed your exchange with a stoic expression on his face. Felix nodded. “Yeah, I’ll call you later?”

You nodded. Felix patted your hair, gave a friendly nod to Jongho and returned back to his hyungs. As soon as he left, Jongho sneered. “So, you’ve been hanging out with those kind of people?” 

Your smile froze. “What did you say?” 

Jongho shook his head mockingly. “Them, Y/n L/n. Hanging out with Felix Lee and his stupid little gang?” He hissed. “What did they offer you? Money? Are you fucking with them?” 

You stared at him in disbelievement. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Jongho scoffed, sending a glare over to Felix. “You know they are rivals with Seonghwa hyung, right? They play around, Y/n. Are you being a whore for them-”

A loud, resounding slap echoed through the cafe, capturing the attention of everyone dining inside. Jongho touched his burning left cheek, slowly turning to face you. You were standing up, your chest heaving in anger and humiliation at Jongho’s words. Regret instantly flooded his eyes, as Jongho realized what he had said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Say that I’m a slut? For hanging out with a group of men?” You finished the sentence for him, your voice filled with anger and sadness. “Choi Jongho, you’re an asshole. Fuck you. You all are assholes!” You cursed as you grabbed your bag and headed out towards the exit. 

As you ran out, Jongho saw Felix and his friends hurried to follow you too. When his eyes met Felix’s, the latter smirked at him, and Jongho gritted his teeth. 

He fucked up.

➳ permanent taglist: @sousydive @oddracha @yeodeulz @jaerisdiction

[pollenallergie]

cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3

So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????

Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu

Okay, okay, without further ado:

Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual

(except I can’t stick to a prompt)

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.

18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!

“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.

When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”

You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.

“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.

“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.

“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.

“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.

You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”

Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”

“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.

Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.

When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.

You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.

Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.

God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.

As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”

“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”

Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.

You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.

“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.

At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”

His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.

“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.

“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.

“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.

Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.

Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.

God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?

“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.

He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.

You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”

You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.

Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.

But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!

So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).

“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.

“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.

Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.

“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.

Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”

“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.

“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.

“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.

Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”

“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.

“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”

[slippinninque]

🍷Girl Time🎀

AU SCENE DROP

just some girls hanging out and having fun!

(in which John gets to be happy thus everyone is allowed to as well)

feat: Koji Shimazu x BlackFemReader, John Wick x Helen Wick, mentions of Sofia x Caine

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 +, cursing, drinking, sexual themes, just-playing-around fic, long fic, author smoked a fattie pls forgive

"Helen!"

"I"m sorry--I needed the points!"

"Wha'd you meean? You're winning! I was an innocent bystander," You shouted after Sofia and Helen's twin screeches, "I didn't want to think of good brother John like that...damn..."

You watched as Sofia held her head in her hands after the assault of Helen's admission. The other woman, red to her ears, snorted and chortled into the game card in her hand.

"I mean, honestly....ya'll went to a class to learn that or something?"

Sofia yelled your name and you broke as you held up your hands as you cried out. Was it in defense? Was it surrender? You didn't know but you were having a grand time.

You don't know what possessed Sofia to get an erotic card drinking game to play for an impromptu girl's night in, ("Hey, it was all the Dollar Tree had! All I needed was to break a $50!") but it was proving to be more entertaining than you thought.

Slapping on a point system definitely heated things up. With every question you refuse to answer, meant taking a shot. A question quickly enough answered meant the other two ladies took a shot.

You spoke on Koji's behalf and Helen spoke on John's. Sofia answered from her experience and a few dalliances you weren't aware of before. Hell, if anyone blew your brows up--it wasn't just Helen.

Eventually, everyone just started taking shots and pulling cards in semi-consistent order. Cabinets were raided for snacks and chasers as liquor and wine was poured. It got to everyone answering the question or everyone seeming it too "boring". It was more of a...communal scaring of the minds. Good stuff.

Abs aching, cheeks hurting and eyes tearing--you looked at the meager pile of cards in your pile. You could not afford another double-shot. Not if you wanted to lose control of your laugh and have Koji think you were in danger if he and the men returned early from their own 'fun night'.

While you aren't sure of how much Helen knew, you didn't want to blow John's spot when you both were invited to spend girl time with Helen while the men caught up amongst themselves.

You and Sofia introduced yourselves as old friends who were in the entertainment industry. You were a party planner while Sophia was a beast in catering--the type of ladies who didn't spend their time selling their blades and bullets for favors and money.

"--irl, are you listening?" Sofia wiped her face with the edge of her shirt, "Pull a damn card!"

Helen fanned herself with her cards, still laughing and you felt yourself starting up again. You hurried to pull a card, you read it aloud.

"Costumes , lingerie, or nothing at all?"

The two other women visibly lost a bit of interest at one of the tamer questions of the evening.

"Oh, that's not so bad..."

"Yeah, I mean men--what?" Sofia caught the wander of your eye and the sudden itch that came to your elbow, "Spill it! What does Mr. Honor like? He's tied you up, at least."

"No! Well, yeah--but wait!" You shook your hands to level your own attention more than theirs, "That don't matter right now--

"Is it the costumes?" Helen picked up when Sofia reached to pour a shot of tequila, "What is it? Policewoman? Femme Fetal? Oh, a sexy pierrot clown--"

"Neither!"

"Neither?"

Helen narrowed her eyes at you and took a very talk to me type of sip of her wine-whisky and Sofia doubling back to mouth, pierrot? to herself.

"You might have to walk with me a bit with this one, Helen--Sofia, you should know. Remember that part in Fresh Prince of Bel-Air when Aunt Viv--

Sofia squinted her features and you corrected, "Erm, the first Aunt Viv. Remembered when The First Aunt Viv told Uncle Phil that she had something to knock his socks off?"

You deepened your voice and straightened your spine as you mimicked your man, "'I'm not wearing any socks, just come out naked' --and I love my man down, but he just don't be caring for that too much. My sweet Kojiji..."

"Oh wow...."

"Are you serious?"

"Mhm! Honestly but Koji still surprises me to this day. I'd be minding my own business and--

Helen slapped her hands together, "Pounce!"

You snapped and pointed at her, "Indeed! I could be in in a shower cap and Crocs and Koji's all over me!"

"Caine's ass is like that too, I wonder if it's a thing from their little wolf-pack thing they have going on." Sophia hummed thoughtfully

Your eyes wandered as you laminated out loud, "I still can't believe that this is how I found that out that y'all be... touchin'."

Sofia only licked her teeth and you faked gagged.

It was very much like finding out your best friend kissed your other best friend and neither told you about it. The high-school of it all made it more hilarious and you intended to milk this betrayal up until Sophia gifts you with a dish of her famous kefta mkaouara .

You refocused when Helen's giggle descended into a cackle. It was a contagious sound and soon the trio of you were set off again, going up an octave when Sofia ended up knocking over the pile of playing cards.

You were delighted that Helen found John. She would keep him good company, keep him grounded. Helen was firecracker when fucked up, and she was a good woman through and through when sober. They were a perfect match.

A stray memory darted across your mind as you reached for the bottle Sofia offered and you snorted quietly yourself.

Helen waved a finger as she took another swig of her wine-whisky mix, "What was that? Spill!"

"Its not even my turn, it's--

"Spill! Spill! Spill!"

You couldn't handle the pressure, you squealed into your hands as your secret pressed up against your teeth. Alcohol loosened your tongue and it was ready to tell your business. You matched Helen's crisscross and clapped your hands to gather your thoughts.

"Weeell....there was this job, in the Poconos of all places, that Koji did not want me to plan for. He didn't like the customer. Met him once before or something like that."

You refilled your cup and continued, carefully editing the bloodier parts of the true story for Helen's sake. Sofia watched you with knowing eyes but eager for the part of the story she wasn't already familiar with.

"I got it done, wasn't a big party but some of my best work. Everyone was taken care of and I ended up getting recommended to plan a few others." You grinned when Sofia who applauded you in snaps, "Put the client in his place on the way out and I got paid. He got what he asked for, another one bites the dust right? Good job, right? Wrong."

That sent Helen into crisscrossing in her seat, "But why?"

"Girl, guess who came to pick me up?"

"Anything but that..." Sofia's words were tucked into a laugh.

"Koji Thee Shimauzallion himself. And guess who else? Mhmm! Your hubby! That man was the only one who knew about it 'cause he was my damn ride!"

Sofia shuffled the deck of playing cards as she thought out loud, "I think I remember this, Caine felt caught in the middle or some other Brotherhood of the Travelling Henley or something..."

Helen gestured for you to handle her the bottle you obliged as she fussed, "How dare he? You're his bro too and women wear Henleys He can't just rat you out like that!"

"Damn fucking right we do and thank you for saying so! Ah... right! I pack all my equipment up and have my little walk of shame to the car. John's driving and Koji is in the front seat, he never sat apart from me, so I'm thinking shit he's really pissed."

"Mind you this was before we were serious-serious, I just liked him a lot at this point. That's important to the story."

Sofia nods, "Of course! 'course."

"Right, right." Helen hummed.

"So. Here we are. John giving me a sorry buddy-ass stare in the rearview, Koji looking out the window and shit lookin' like he 'bout to tell me pack my denman brush and go and I'm low-key pissed because I was having a good night..."

You had to take a breath from your ramble to laugh. You don't know why you did it, but you took a pour from Helen when she forgot to put the bottle back onto the table.

"He tells me how disappointed he was that I would so such a thing and put myself at risk and dootdootdoot," Sofia chuckled at casual your skipping through dirty details, "I tell him I'm grown and I can ki--handle, handle anybody who needs it, he aint' trying to listen..."

You took a breath and scratched your eyebrow, "We're actually starting to have our first argument at this point! We tell we both tell the other didn't like it, but it was new and it was angry and..."

A dramatic pause for effect had Helen leaning in her seat and Sofia posing to throw a peanut at you.

"Kojitoremyassouttheframe," You let it rush out of you in a sigh as you remembered the only fight you were glad to lose, "Yes, baby girls. Yes, he did. He may have not known it then, but he used that good dick for evil that night."

Sofia was folded over and Helen was recovering from nearly snorting wine-magic out her nose. You carried on through your own building hysterics.

"Listen y'all! This is what happened after! This man gonna look at me and tell me if I ever feel like acting out again to come and find him, he'll give it to me again. Girl, I was through. I rolled him a cigarette, too..."

The sound of laughter felt so good to hear, laughing felt so freeing to do. You needed this time more than you realized and was already planning for future gatherings.

Helen sighed, turning her face up to the ceiling to try and get air. She took a supportive sip of liquor as Sofia wobblily searched for her glass.

"Don't let them quiet ones fool you, right Hel'? It's a real mutherfucker up under them puppy dog eyes..."

Helen rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands, breathing in wetly.

"To be comply honest ladies, something similar happened to me with John."

"Oh my God!!"

"Spilly-spill-spill~!"

"Okay, okay! Spill I shall..."

Turns out that John had the audacity to hint that Helen wasn't capable of talking care of herself within the short distance it took to get to her car from her workplace doors.

Helen had the brilliant idea to go out with some girlfriends and not tell John. Fully intending to have a cool story when she returned home about how she was a 'big girl' and could do as she pleased. You gasped and nearly choked while Sofia went off like a low, wide eyed police siren,

"Yyyoooou can't be doing no shit like that, Helen! You ain't scared of shit?"

"Pfft, well yeah... just not Johnny."

Of course you rose you glass to that, "Go off, Helen..."

Helen snorted but gave a little tilt to her head that had you pointing accusingly. Spill.

Sofia caught on and her eyes narrowed, "Yeah, how'd stand of yours end?"

Helen suddenly found her nails very interesting, "Well...."

Helen described the dark look in John's eyes as he stalked into the bar. Helen remembered aloud how he scanned the crowd, finding her as easily as if she were the only one in the room.

"I-I froze! It was so weird and my girlfriends took the blame but he knows me, it was totally my idea!"

"Then what after that? I know good brother John didn't let that fly..." You giggled with Sofia's, knowing how John could get when he felt wronged.

Helen picked up her drink and muttered something into the rim before taking a hearty sip. You squinted as what Helen said fell short of your ears.

"Huh? What was that?" Sofia apparently heard judging from the Cheshire smile on her face, hand cupped to her ear.

Helen's answer was to go from flushed pink to raging red up to her ears, "I said we never made it out the parking lot!"

You pointed and laughed but hoped Helen saw the comradery in it. You got some popcorn and blame thrown your way but couldn't stop laughing. It may have been the liquor or the overload of endorphins--but you were so happy.

You can finally say you had friends.

Smiling dopily at the two women across from you and relaxing into the plush seat, you reached for another card to start more shit.

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✨ending notes✨: This was sooooo much fun to write and a good release!🫣 this idea of an unhinged girl night would not leave me alone, forgive me for any foolishness as i was smoking on my day off 🤣t. i may do a prt2, what do ya'll think?

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[tastybluesprite]

A Bundle of Energy

This is a little bit rushed given I wrote it in the span of like 10 minutes lol. Also shorter than I’d have liked. But anyway I wanted to shine the “lee” spotlight on the one and only Hajime Umemiya! He’s probably one of my favorite characters in Wind Breaker and I love his whole dynamic with Kotoha.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your preference then feel free not to read. Also minor manga spoilers but not really, I didn’t go in depth with Umemiyas backstory and only lightly nudged to it. Overall this should be manga spoiler safe.

Summery: Umemiya pops in being more energetic than usual, so Kotoha has to bring him down a few pegs.

“Kotoha!!!” The white haired Furin leader cried out as he popped into his brunette friends store.

Sakura flinched a bit as he saw Umemiya coming in. He had been eating breakfast of egg sandwiches at her shop, like he usually does. Sometimes he would even have random chats with Kotoha. But he never expected Umemiya to pop in now.

Kotoha just gave a look of annoyance. “Don’t you have to get to school Ume?”

Umemiya grinned giddily. “Of course! But I just had to see how my little Kotoha was doing on this fine morning…”

Sakura knew they had already adressed the fact that the two of them weren’t a thing. But even so he couldn’t help just… blushing. it was embarrassing seeing Umemiya be so affectionate, especially for a dude who was supposed to be the pillar of Furin.

Umemiya smirked seeing Sakuras slightly red face. “Oh don’t be like that Sakura… I already told you it’s nothing like that! Kotoha here is just my sweet little sister…”

Kotoha rolled her eyes. “Yeah as if. Relax Sakura. Umemiyas a close friend of mine. We grew up together.”

Sakura glared and looked away, blushing more. “Y-yeah… whatever… I… kn-knew that…”

Kotoha smiled a little but then sighed. “Come on Umemiya. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Umemiya pouted. “Awww but Kotoha! I wanted some of your omurice this morning!”

Kotoha frowned. “No way! You have responsibilities to get to don’t you? After school I’ll make you some.”

Sakura watched as Umemiya whined playfully to the brunette girl. There wasn’t much doubt any more that they had a sibling-like relationship.

Sakura was about to announce he finished his breakfast and leave, but then Kotoha reached over, poking Umemiya.

He jumped and yelped as he flinched back. “W-wait Kotoha… Kotoha..!” Suddenly Kotoha had gone around the counter and was tickling the taller guys ribs, who doubled over and bursted into giggles.

“H-hehehey Kotohahaha wahahahit dohohont!!! Nohohot thahahat!!!!”

He squeaked and fell over as Kotoha followed, continuing to tickle him as he fell to the floor.

Sakura watched all of this play in the span of less than a minute. He watched in shock seeing him get taken down by Kotoha.

Umemiya was soon curled up on the floor taking tickle attacks on his tummy and sides.

Kotoha sighed with exasperation. “Sorry Sakura. Sometimes the guy has too much energy. He needs to be drained out occasionally…”

“E-erm… uh… I-it’s… fine…” Sakuras face had gone completely red. On one hand he was kind of surprised, but on the other hand, he found he really wasn’t. Umemiya was discovered to be a rather easy going and playful softie of a guy, despite being the leader of a fighting gang (albeit a gang that helps and saves people).

“K-Kohohotohahaha plehehease ihihim sohohorrehehey!!!” Umemiya cried out when she dug into his ribs.

She went for his lower ribs and he squealed, bursting out in cackles, fighting off her hands. “NAHahaha DOHohOhohnt!!!”

Kotoha chuckled, finding all of this way too endearing. She slowly stopped her fingers to let him go.

“Alright alright get up, you.” She said with a slight smile.

Umemiya got up, catching his breath rather quickly.

“Hah… fine… but I’ll get that Omurice later, kay Kotoha?!” He exclaimed playfully with a grin. “Oh, and see ya later Sakura!”

Kotoha rolled her eyes lightheartedly and sighed. Sakura stood dumbfounded as he just left.

Kotoha saw his face and giggled a bit. “Wow, you look rather surprised.”

Sakura blushed deep red again. “Sh-shut up! I… just… d-didn’t expect that… that’s all…”

Kotoha grinned more. “What. Surprised that your cool and strong leader Umemiya is actually a massive ticklish baby?”

“P-psh… n-not… r-really…”

Kotoha chuckled. “You totally look surprised.”

Sakura frowned and looked away. “W-well… s-so what of it huh?”

Kotoha sighed. “Well… truth is ever since we were kids he’s always been extremely ticklish. Truth is he actually does love it. Sometimes he messes with me just to get tickled. He’s just lucky I didn’t go for his feet.”

Sakura blushed furiously again at that. Kotoha laughed lightheartedly.

“But honestly… I love doing it sometimes. Sometimes the guy just needs it. Especially everything he’s been through…”

Sakura frowned a bit, now a bit confused but also somewhat curious. Maybe even a little concerned, however he still isn’t used to feeling that way for others. “Um… been through what?”

Kotoha smiled then sighed. “It’s nothing. Just the past coming back again. Don’t worry about it. Just know, that Umemiya truly is a very strong person. And not just physically.”

Sakura let that sink in for a moment, he slowly nodded.

Kotoha then smiled more. “Well then, you probably should be off too.”

“Um… yeah… right.” He nodded again and went off to Furin. He didn’t know whether he should tell Suo and Nirei what he saw that morning, but figured that it would be better to just keep quiet about it for now.

[livelaughlovelams]

okay okay okay von steuben questions - errrr off the top of my head

he got kicked out of prussia (prussian army) for being gay? i know that's a fact but i don't know details :p

and benjamin franklin... he denied the gay allegations or just graciously ignored them while recommending steuben to washington? i feel like these two facts lack clarity and would love to know more about steuben in the military in general.

i know he was awesome (i read this somewhere, i think it was lafayette's bio - that he would get mad and ask his aides to swear at the soldiers for him lmao)

sorry for the... rambly ask. i'll also definitely be checking out your book recommendations!!!

AAAAAAA YAYAYAYAYAA OKIE!!!!

1. Well, yes and no! He was kicked out of the Prussian army originally because Frederick the Great was cutting down his staff, like, a lot, and Von Steuben initially wasn't KICKED OUT, although he was demoted DRASTICALLY, And was in a regiment he used to command. Count Von Anhalt, who was chief of staff at the time, had beef with Steuben for, like, no reason, and so they allegedly duelled, according to some biographers, though we lack evidence. After the duel, however, Von Anhalt completely removed Steuben from the Prussian army! Thanks to his "very close friend", (wink wink lover) Prince Henry III/ Heinrich III of Prussia, Henry recommended Steuben to a major duchess, and Steuben actually lived in Prussia for 10 more years!! He served a minor role in the court of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, and got Azor during that time! Azor Azor Azor we love Azor. He probably, like, found Azor as a stray or something, and went "oo pretty dawg you're never gonna be hungry again let's get a bedazzled collar on you and now you're a poor aristocrat like me yay" or something like that. That was really off topic actually, continuing. While he served in the court of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, rumors about his sexuality and his relationship with other men spread like wildfire, mostly behind his back. Frederick the Great didn't mind that much, however, being homosexual himself. But the people were incredibly loud about their opinions, and it was clear something had to be done. In the summer of 1777, Von Steuben visited Paris to see his friend, Comte de Saint-Germaine. (Who I think is actually so awesome but that's another story for another time.) While he was visiting Saint-Germaine, Pierre Caron de Beaumarchais and Silas Deane scouted him and we're like "Yoo, you're so cool, wanna get a job with us?" And he was like "nah lol America sounds boring as heck." And then Franklin was like "yo I'm with them and istg it's so cool and I'm like famous so join me" and Von Steuben was like "ERM no I don't wanna hear anything else about this murica I'm going back to Germany" and so he did, and... Uh oh. The second he returns, it turns out while he was gone, an anonymous letter was submitted to the courts, and the princes of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, claiming that Steuben had "taken liberties with young boys", which is an EXTREMELY controversial sentence in the amrev community. They were accusing him of being a p3d0phile, basically, specifically attracted to young boys.... Supposedly? There are many interpretations. I personally believe the letter referred to men around 18 years old, considering Von Steuben's relationship with men around that age later. There has never been any evidence that Von Steuben was a pedophile, though there definitely is evidence he was homosexual, or queer at the very least. Frederick the Great didn't find any evidence he was attracted to children, either, though allegedly did officially exile the baron for charges of homosexuality, which was a federal crime, only 5 days after he returned to Prussia. Von Steuben, now broke and with nowhere to go, returned to Paris and was like "Hey Franklin, about that offer, I could use it right now" and Franklin was like "YEAHHH BOI" And so they met up at a bath house, a place homosexual men commonly met to... H**k up, and a place Von Steuben was DEFINITELY familiar with. Franklin thought everything was looking good, and the group agreed that he'd be a great general for Valley Forge. Right before they sent him, however, they found out that he was attracted to men... THE NEXT PART GOES FOR QUESTION 2 TEEHEE

So... Yeah! Details! Yeah, he was pretty much kicked out for being gay :c

2. FRANKLIN'S RESPONSE WJOWJSJSJS

Franklin, Deane, and Beaumarchais... Honestly didn't care. Beaumarchais himself was pansexual, Deane was an ally and honestly indifferent, and Franklin was a MAJOR ally, some sites even saying he was queer himself, though I, as always, lack evidence. The group actually rushed to send him to America quicker, after finding out that... By law, Von Steuben was to be prosecuted wherever he went, as long as they could find him, and he was still in Europe. That was a thing... Yup... So they basically rushed him over so he wasn't hung or something, yay!! Franklin then wrote a flowery letter to George Washington basically saying "hey man I'm sending this really cool Prussian, he was a general, an aide to the king, and allat." Von Steuben was NOT a general in Prussia, and that was likely something Franklin made up to try to make up for the damage done to Von Steuben's reputation. From what we know, it was likely that Washington actually knew Von Steuben was homosexual before he arrived, but also couldn't care less.

So, that probably makes sense, but if it doesn't, I'm 100% here to clarify, I'm so sorry I ramble a lot.

(as a wise redditor once said, "he doesn't have to BE straight, he just has to shoot straight" man, I love military redditors during pride month.)

3. Yup yup!

Von Steuben actually didn't know much English! He DEFINITELY got, like, scarily and aggressively angry, and would call over his aides, mostly his lovers actually, because his lovers served as his aides-de-camps as Frederick taught him to do, okay I'm rambling sorry, but he would say "My dear Du Ponceau/Walker, please come swear for me in English. These fellows won't do what I bid them to!"

Von Steuben would get, like, ANGRY angry, and they'd usually have to calm him down after a while :P

Du Ponceau, aide and (lover?) to the baron, said that the soldiers would laugh out loud when they heard Du Ponceau translate all these scandalous words in his calm and reserved voice.

... I'm an extremely hardcore Steuponceau shipper btw so I hope this isn't biased but it might be😬

Von Steuben also had an extremely eclectic personality and was a genuinely funny guy, even when he was simultaneously being a big scary drillmaster/inspector general.

OKAY SO UH FIRST OFF TYSMMMM FOR THE QUESTIONS AAAA I LOVE YAPPING, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AN EVEN MORE RAMBLY ANSWER!!! IF YOU NEED ME TO DO A SECOND ONE ON SPECIFICALLY THE COOL STUFF HE DID IN AMERICA, I 100% WILL, OR IF YOU NEED ME TO CLARIFY ANYTHING OR MAKE IT CLEARER, I 1000000% WILL!

Also EEEEEEEEEEE THE BOOK RECS YAYAYAYAY :OOOO TY!?!?!! (I wasn't loved as a child in case it wasn't obvious :>>>>>)

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[ask-the-abomination]

(@askchimeknight) Chime wanders up to Vincent curiously with a small note. "Pardon me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but who exactly are these White Coats you speak of? Are they a Pokémon too?" His note says.

The words written on the paper seemed rather confusing to the taller creature. Moreso, he can't quite seem to understand what the paper itself says. Vincent expressing his confusion with his right ear hanging low and head tilting to the side. His eyes could only squint, trying his absolute damnedest to comprehend what the writing says. "I-It's, erm... Well you see... Um... I... I think it says... N-No, that isn't right...". Vincent could only mutter to himself, seeing if whether what he is reading is correct or he is just misunderstanding. "Maybe it says... Trees?? Something about a berry stuck in, uh, c-crystal???"

It was then a paw would slide onto the confused abomination's shoulder.

"Vin, just stop." As assuming as this would seem, Sabor decided to halt Vincent. In his eye, this is just putting the poor Pokemon in a embarrassing position. "You and I both know that you can't read that language. So do us a favor and quit trying to make yourself look more like a fool."

"O-Oh, I didn't know-- I'm sorry.". He didn't knew that attempting to read what he couldn't understand would come across as something negatively. "I just w-wanted to try--!"

Before Vincent could get out another word, Sabor would pull him in with great force. Afterwards he would proceed to smush his paw all over Vincent's face. "Shhhhh, not another word, butt munch~. If you REALLY wanted to read what that little bell wrote, you could of easily asked good ol' Sabor to read for you~."

The Sylveon would swung his paw away from Vincent and made his approach towards Chime. Of course playfully swinging his hips in the process.

Upon reaching the Chingling, he would crouch downwards and move his tail forth. Eyeing at the words written down on the paper. Once he has grasped what it had said, he would straighten himself back up and spun around to face back towards Vincent. "It says, ahem..." Sabor clears his throat, as he would begin to speak pretty loud for Vincent to hear. Although, the choice of tone he spoke sounded pretty goofy. "Paaaaarrrdon me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but who exactly are these lousy, smelly White Coats you speak of? Are they a downgrade version of a 'Pokémon' too? And end quote~. How was my marvelous speech~? A million out of a hundred huh~?"

Disregarding both the tone and Sabor obvious grasp on a compliment, Vincent would perk up at the question. "Oh! The White Coats!" He jolted at the thought of it. Then, now fully realizing that the White Coats are brought in topic, his eyes would wander. His facial becoming grim at just the mere thought of them. "W-Well, the White Coats... They are what Sabor calls them 'Humans'. T-They are the reason that me a-and Sabor became, well, this.". He would sway his paws, directing them at both him and Sabor. Trying to show that what they both look were not of natural causes.

"They're... Not good... Far from it. They experiment, they abuse, and they make you obey their every order. I-If you don't, they... They...."

Sabor would come in to add context of what Vincent wanted to say. "They have a three warning system. The first warning, you be set into a twenty-four hour punishment that induce minor physical pain. Second warning, you will receive weeks worth of maaajjjjooooorrrr aggressive punishments, both physically and psychologically. And the final warning...". He slid his paw through his neck, motioning a sort of slicing motion. "Death."

"... I-It was s-said that the White Coats are setting an example... T-To prevent anyone else from misbehaving and disobeying them... T-That they a-are willing to get their hands dirty by any means necessary..."

"T... The Houndooms that we are running from... They are also a-a product of what the White Coats done to them... Sabor I k-know wants to hurt them, to make our freedom easier with zero issues. But... T-They are like us... They are also victims... Those three... Are in W-White Coat's stronger control. I think that things would be different i-if they were free like us..."

"You say that, yet you neglect the fact that one of them is more than happy to eat us in a heartbeat. Free or not, I rather those three stooges be dead."

{ Answer for @duskffyart / @askchimeknight }

[problemlikesdrawing]

Fellow Tumblr Stumblers!

Ay, you can call me Problem, and you've come across my tickle blog. Hello!

(If tickling isn't your jam, or I've interacted with your blog when I shouldn't have, feel free to click off my blog now or block me respectively. I won't feel bad <3)

To be clear, This blog is NOT n$fw or fetish/kink-oriented. DNI if you are either of those. Aside from that, basic DNI rules apply, no anti-LGBTQ, anti-furry, bigots, people with 'minors dni' on their blog... and also people whose blog has a lot of irl tickling vids/gifs (especially n*fw ones pls stop) 😭

As a side note- I am not a k!nkshamer! Everyone gets to decide how they feel about things. I just don't want people with those types of blogs to interact.

For now, I'm okay with non-tickle blogs and people of any age interacting (again, FOR NOW, MAY CHANGE UPON CIRCUMSTANCES OF WHAT THIS BLOG CONTAINS) as long as you are respectful and appropriate. Thanks! :D

(note, I don't really want to make friends with adults on here (no personal asks/dms) unless i know you already or it's important but you can still interact)

I swear occasionally! and inconsistently/dont tag it! so erm. you've been warned 🗣️🔥

Things I am uncomfortable with/won't post about:

Most political content (I won't be sharing most of my political opinions here or on social media in general because of a thought-out decision between me and my family)

Feet tickling (It just makes me a bit uncomfortable- but I won't block you if your blog contains it unless it's fetish content if that makes sense)

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I APPRECIATE REBLOGGERS!

Anyway, I plan to focus on making tickle/fluff-related Roblox content, other occasional non-tickle-related content... or completely random art. I also take suggestions for other Roblox games to add to the content list.

Fandoms I will do requests for (pink is pending, don't request yet but it will likely be there in the future):

Doors

Regretevator

Rainbow Friends

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

Some stuff about me/you should know- I've been a lurker on Tumblr for maybe two years now, and I've had a hyper-fixation on tickling for basically as long as I can remember. And a mediocre, in-training artist (proportions and anatomy exhaust me). If you recognize my art style, nuh uh. Not really sure what else to put here other than i like drawing suits because they're cool LMAO

[littlelioncub43]

You’ll Love Me at Once

Summary: The last you saw the Winter Soldier was on a mission that took a heated turn. You thought that whatever happened during your last meeting was a one time thing, but he’s far from finished with you. 

Pairing: Winter Soldier x S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent!Reader

Word Count: 3,011

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), stalking, breaking and entering, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), creampie, slight breeding kink, possessive sex, touch starved!Winter Soldier, marking kink/possessive behavior, squirting, erm... and other things. Oh, yeah, Google Translate Russian dialog (I’m so sorry). 

A/N: Ok! Part 2 was requested multiple times so I thought why not. I was feeling guilty about not posting anything this month so I decided to just bang this bad boi out. At first, I felt crappy about it, but after a good night’s sleep and some editing and rewriting, this isn’t that bad. I kinda like it, baha! I hope you do too. Let me know what you think! 

Kisses💋

—K

Series Masterlist

“I wasn’t finished with you.”

The words sent a chill down your spine, your heartbeat suddenly too wild for your chest to contain. You knew he could hear how you reacted to him from the way his eyes—those gorgeous blue eyes—darkened with lust, his own chest beginning to heave with excitement. He licks his bottom lip slowly, his eyes raking up and down. He decided that you look much better without your black tactical suit on, the civilian clothes that hugged your shape made it seem like you were innocent and demure. He knew you better than that by now, he knew how skilled you were with your weapons, how you could easily kill or immobilize any man. But he was here for that. 

“Come here,” he commanded gently, his words holding an edge that told you that he wasn’t asking. You felt a soft smirk play at your lips. 

“Why?” You cocked your head the way he did, a playful mock of his own motions. The action had the Winter Soldier’s jaw ticking with annoyance. 

“I wasn’t finished with you,” he repeated slowly, his voice resembling a soft growl. 

A full smirk took over your face at those words. Slowly you began to walk towards him, your strides calculated and timed, it was driving him nuts. “Got a taste and wanted more, Soldat?” 

The tone of your voice slipped into something he couldn’t describe, it was sensual and playful, he’s never heard anyone speak like that to him before. It made his already hard cock twitch with need. He opted to not say anything, simply stare down at you as you now stand before him. He took in the expression on your face, the way your eyes shined in the low light of your bedside lamp, the warmth he found there told him that you were burning for him just as much as he was for you. 

With a wordless grunt, he smashed his lips to yours. The intensity of it catches you off guard, he knows no restraint as he devours your mouth once more. You wiggle your tongue into his mouth, the flavor of him has your taste buds singing and a moan rumbling in the back of your throat. Sliding your hands up his shoulders, you sling them around his neck, pulling him even deeper into the kiss. 

The moment you wrap your arms around his neck, Soldat’s own arms wind around your waist, melding your bodies together. He moves against you in a flurry of tongue, teeth, and lips—it’s intoxicating. He pulls moan after moan from you, each one going straight to his dick. You feel him lift you up with a type of ease that should frighten you, but instead it only adds to the desire currently staining your panties. You hear the sliding of your window shutting and suddenly you’re being dropped on to your bed, your head resting on your pillows. 

Taking the moment apart of gasp for breath, you stare up at Soldat as he kneels on the bed in front of you. You stare at each other for a moment before his hands were suddenly tearing off your jeans. Your shirt quickly follows, leaving you in your pretty burgundy lacy bra and undies, something you threw on last minute by accident. 

He swallows thickly at the sight of you all spread out beneath him, his flesh hand slowly trailing up the length of your left leg. He watched as goosebumps rose along your soft skin, the scent of your arousal doused the air. When his hand crawled up your hip and waist, you couldn’t help but shudder, the action made him smirk. The warmth of his hand rose steadily higher until it reached your chest, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of your barely concealed breasts until he had to feel you. A large hand encased your left tit, massaging and squeezing the supple flesh passionately. 

“Oh,” you moaned under your breath when his thumb rubbed over your pebbled nipple through the thin lace. The noise caught his attention, prompting him to do it again and again and again, clearly loving the noises you were making for him. Suddenly, you felt the cold metal of his left hand surround your other breast, giving it the same attention. The contrast in temperatures pulled a long moan from your swollen lips. 

“Oh, fuck!” You sighed, your head tipping back into the pillows, baring your throat to the Winter Soldier. His own soft moan mixed with yours beautifully, the small noises you made were suddenly too much for him to handle. You hummed happily when his mouth found yours again, the kisses stole your breath but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You lost yourself in the dizzying taste of his mouth, your right hand sneaking its way down his body until you feel the sizable bulge at the front of his pants. The feeling of your hand groping his hard on through his suit tore a stuttered groan from the otherwise silent man above you. 

“A-Aahh!” He groaned into your open mouth, his eyes shut tight as you begin to pet him softly, giving him the smallest taste of the pleasure he so desperately wants. You smirk proudly at his reaction, your hand working against him in gentle strokes. 

“Can I touch you, Soldat?” You whisper softly, your melodic voice asking for permission both aroused and confused him. He shivered when the heel of your hand ground into the sensitive tip of his cock. He had enough. Sitting up, he began pulling at his tactical suit, tearing the offensive garment off quicker than he tore your clothes off. With one last tug, he kicked off the legs of his suit, leaving him in his black boxers. You took note of the long, thick outline of his shaft through the cotton fabric, the sight told you everything you needed to know: he was huge. 

In an instant, he’s back on you, spreading your legs even wider for him to lay between. The silky feeling of your bare legs tangled with his caused him to growl. Grabbing your hand, he guides it back to his aching erection, his hips naturally rutting against your palm. 

“Touch me,” he commands, you smile softly at his words, you were able to hear the unspoken plea. He wanted you to touch him, and by God, you were going to give him what he wanted. You pet his throbbing cock in time with his movements, his gruff grunts of pleasure filled the air. With a pleased smirk, you watched him above you, his body supported by his forearms. A displeased groan rumbles in his chest when you draw your hand back. When you dip your hand into the front of his boxers, he lets out a choked moan, your hand was so soft, so delicate, and so small wrapped around his shaft. Your finger and thumb were nowhere near touching, the weight of him in your palm had you moaning with him. 

“Fuck!” he curses. 

“You’re so fucking big,” you sigh sincerely, your hushed tone and filthy, breathy words made him pulse wildly in your hand. You give him a few strokes, his head falling into the crook of your neck where he leaves clusters of lovebites, each one a silent claim over you. Each stroke is accented by a deep, rich groan, the sound vibrating along your throat, causing your hips to squirm against his. The feeling of your hips writhing on his fans the fire burning under his skin, his impatience takes over as he pulls back, tearing the remainder of your clothes from you like they were nothing. 

Finally bare and naked underneath him, Soldat took a brief moment to appreciate the sight, trying to burn the image of your hard nipples, supple breasts, and the inviting curves of your body into his brain forever. As soon as you whine his name, he snaps out of his trance. Pushing off his boxers, he finally settles over you. Your hands slide up his shoulders and around his neck to hold him to you— as if he wanted to be anywhere else— being sure to be gentle along the scarred skin of his left shoulder. You lure him down for a kiss, your hands playing with the long strands of his long hair idly. The tenderness in your touch causing precum to smear across yours and his skin, his cock sandwiched between you. 

Reaching between you with his vibranium hand, he teased your slick entrance, coating the digits in your arousal before plunging two fingers deep into you. The pace he set was moderate but hard, calculated. The stretch and chill of his fingers had your back arching, you were unbelievably wet, soaking both your inner thighs and the bedding beneath you. Mewls of pleasure pour from your mouth and into his, his lips catching each and every one of them. Each little noise he pulled from you made him crave more, and soon his fingers were pumping into you at a rabid pace, the audible sound of his fingers fucking you made your face heat with slight shame but you couldn’t find it in you to care too much. The onslaught of bliss made you shiver, but you yearned for more, for him. 

“P-Please,” you whined, you needed to feel him inside of you or you were going to die. The moment your sweet voice rang out in his ears, Soldat retracted his soaking fingers, now lining up the fat mushroom tip of his cock to your quivering entrance. 

“Ask,” he said in a clear but gruff voice, his chest rising and falling with his lust as he stared down at you intensely. “Beg me for it,” he repeated, his nose brushing against yours. You gaze up at him, his face was flushed and debauched already, lust evident on his devastatingly beautiful face; his icy blue eyes darkened by lust, plump lips now bruised pink and parted as he pants excitedly, his long hair falling over his face with a salacious grace that made him look like a God. It took your breath away. You reel your thoughts back and lick your lips, lifting one leg up and over his hip, you pull him closer. 

“Soldat, please, I need to feel you,” you sighed and ran your fingers through his slightly damp hair, the action alone made his eyes flutter shut, “baby, please,” you whisper. 

Now, that’s what broke him; that sweet little murmur against his lips. He drives his hips forward in one quick, hard push, bottoming out immediately. The sudden fullness makes your eyes squeeze shut, a loud scream of his name flying from your lips. His own wordless cry echoing off the walls of your bedroom. You were so full, his cock stretching you beyond any other man ever had, his balls resting firmly against you other hole, your wetness coating you both. The sting was absolutely divine, and addictive. You already knew that you were going to be feeling him long after you’re finished.

“Soldat!” You shout, your fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders. The little prick of pain only adds to the indescribable pleasure he feels, you were so fucking soft, and hot, and wet and tight. He trembles with you, every fiber of his being screaming at him to ravage you but some part of him holds back, telling him to let you adjust, to make it good for you, to be a gentleman. 

“Oh, god, move, please, move!”

Well, he didn’t need to be told twice. He pulls out until only his thick head remains nestled inside of your hole before diving back in, your walls squeezing around him so tight that he can barely breathe. You cling to him, the air being knocked out of your lungs in moans and whimpers, each one falling into his mouth. He could listen to your passionate high pitched cries for the rest of his life, the sound of his heavy balls clapping roughly against the slick skin of your ass and the rhythmic slamming of your headboard crashing into the wall were like music to his ears. 

“Feels so good— fuck!—you feel so good,” he groaned in a strained voice and tucked his face into the curve of your neck, wanting to hide from the world and get lost in you. Your lips press sloppy kisses to the sweaty skin of his neck, his own mouth mimicking your actions, leaving even more marks along your collarbones and tits. He can hear your wanton cries for more, your hips desperately trying to work in tandem with his. The fact that you were just as needy as he was only added to his desire. He lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to slip even deeper than before. 

The stuttered gasp he earns in response tells him that you love it, and he does too; he was so fucking deep inside of you, and he never wanted to leave; he didn’t know feeling like this was even possible. Your back arches, giving him the best angle to drive into you, his tip suddenly slamming directly into that spongy spot deep inside of you that no other man has been able to find. Your pussy closes in around him, the sudden strangling feeling of your cunt fluttering around him has Soldat clawing at the skin of your hip. He swears that each time he pulls out, he feels your cunt desperately sucking him back in, begging him to stay. And then you were. 

“Right there! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” You cry, your legs shaking in his grip as the pleasure in your lower belly continues to grow, building with each brutal thrust he delivers. He pulls his face from the cove of your neck, the look on your face is enough to make him chuckle happily. The fucked out expression in your eyes, your jaw slack as you gasp and pant, your skin dewey with sweat, and your lips plump and pink from kissing him. He feels a wave of pride wash over him. He’s doing that to you. He’s the one making you feel so good. He’s the reason you look so close to snapping, and he’s gonna be the reason you cum. 

A loud growl fills your ears and suddenly he’s slamming into you like his life depends on it. His vibranium hand clutches your headboard, the wood shattering under his palm the second he tightens his grip on it. You toss your head back to scream, your hickey covered neck on display for him, another wave of possessiveness crashes over him. 

“Ты мой! Все чертовски мое! Вы понимаете меня? Хм?” He barks, his free hand gripping your jaw to force you to look at him. He was too far gone to speak in English, his mind slowly blacking out until all he can focus on is making sure you know who you belong to. You hear him roar through the ringing in your ears, and nod as best you can, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. The possessive words that he spits out in the heat of passion and the feral look in his eyes make your pussy flutter around him again. The action forces a shiver up his own spine, his own end creeping up on him. He growls in frustration at the realization, he didn’t want this to end, but the primal urge to cum was taking over. So he surrendered to it. 

“Я собираюсь сделать тебя своей. Давай, Милая, обойди мой член. Будь моей хорошей девочкой, Дорогая, пожалуйста!” He begged as his thrusts changed to harsh, short thrusts, his flesh hand found your clit, wasting no time in rubbing furious circles on the swollen nub. The added pleasure sending lightning bolts through your entire body, the tension in your core pulling tighter and tighter—until you finally snap. 

“S-Soldat!” You scream as you cum around him, your walls gripping his shaft in a vice grip as you ride the intense waves of euphoria. A rush of wetness flowing out of you in a quick stream, soaking his cock, his balls, and most of his lower half in an instant. The sloshing sounds of his cock plowing into you intensify as he fucks you through your high. All at once, the tightness of your cunt too much for him to handle, his release finally crashing over him, his own long, wavering moan mingles with yours as he fills you. You can feel the heat of his cum coating your walls, his seed pouring deep into your womb—right where he wants it. 

"О, черт возьми! Бери, бери, бери все!” His hips continue to jack-rabbit into yours, milking your orgasms for all they’re worth, drawing them out as long as possible. Soon, it becomes too much for the both of you and his hips finally roll to a stop, his body collapsing on top of yours. You both gasp for air, the room smelled like sex and sweat, and you loved it. You soothe the nail marks you left along his shoulders, your lips gently placing kisses to the places you squeezed too hard. The tenderness left him stunned; he loved it. He couldn’t remember a time anyone touched him with such care and softness. His own hands smooth out the marks he left on your skin before cradling your head like you are his. 

Without a word, he brings his lips back to yours. This kiss is different from the others; it’s slow, methodical, and unhurried. He was memorizing the flavor of your lips, the way your tongue played with his like it was meant to, how you got under his skin and in his head like no other person ever could, and how gentle you were. He loved it, he never wanted to leave. 

But he did. 

Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics 💖

[crunchy-pavement]

Incorrect Quotes from my FNAF AU

Roxy, teaching Charlie to drive: Okay, you're driving and Bonnie and Freddy walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?  Charlie: Oh, definitely Freddy. I could never hurt Bonnie.  Roxy, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Gregory: Where are you going?  Roxy: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!  Chica: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!  Charlie , knowing full well that Chica got Roxy an engagement ring: *eating popcorn* 

Roxy: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.  Chica: Fucking Charlie and Gregory were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

Charlie: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!  Charlie: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-  Gregory: I did?  Charlie: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Gregory.  *walking away*  Gregory: Gregory : They’re gone Michael.  Michael, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

Freddy : What did you guys get in your yearbook?  Roxy: 'Prettiest Smile'  Chica: 'Nicest Personality'  Monty: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'  Bonnie: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Roxy: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?  Chica: Put spaghetti in it.  Roxy: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.  Michael: Put spaghetti in it.  Roxy: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.  Bonnie: Put spaghetti in it.  Roxy: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Michael: OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE! Charlie, climbing: THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!

Gregory: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? Charlie: What? No, I— Vanessa: *enters room* Charlie: *jaw clenches*

Vanessa: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun.  Vanessa: That's why I own TEN guns.  Vanessa: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder. Freddy: Freddy: Please go to bed.

Charlie, tearing up the room: Where are they?  Charlie, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?  Charlie: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

(side note: that was from the generator but I know that is a quote from one of ranboos videos where he bakes a cake XD go check it out)

Freddy: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.  Monty: But are you shuffling?  Freddy: Everyday.  Gregory: What language are you two speaking??

Gregory: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Freddy's birthday invitations.  Monty: Well, what are they supposed to say?  Gregory : "Freddy's birthday".  Monty: So, what do they say instead?  Gregory : "Freddy’s bi".  Monty:  Monty: Works out either way.

Gregory : The Ocean is a soup.  Bonnie:  Bonnie: Do elaborate.  Gregory : What are needed for something to be a soup?  Bonnie: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.   Gregory : *Tilts head*  Bonnie: The Ocean is a Soup.  Gregory : The Ocean is a Soup. Vanessa: …

Michael: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.  Michael: And I started thinking.  Michael: Like, it was just trying to get food.  Michael: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?  Vanessa: Are you ok?

Gregory , washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??  Gregory : Wait. I the fuck used this pan…  Michael: It was you the fuck.  Gregory : It was I the fuck…  Chica: Who cooks rice in a pan?  Michael: They the fuck.

Sun: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined. Moon: Heck. Sun: You're on thin fucking ice. Sun: Oh no-

Charlie: Here you go, Michael, a nice hot cup of coffee! Michael: It's cold. Charlie: A nice cup of coffee. Michael: It's horrible! Charlie: Cup of coffee. Michael: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. Charlie: C U P.

Sun: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Moon: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Gregory? Gregory: Probably “road work ahead”. Freddy: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Freddy: Thanks to Roxy, Gregory has recently taken up swearing Bonnie: In what regard? Freddy: Yesterday he referred to bedtime as a "fucking crisis"

Freddy: You're a loose cannon, Charlie.  Charlie: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?  Roxy: I think you play by your own rules.  Chica: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Freddy: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.  Charlie: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Monty is a loose cannon. Monty: *smashes a chair*

Charlie: Hey, Vanessa! Vanessa: Yeah? Charlie: What’s your favourite color in the alphabet? True or false? Vanessa: Vanessa: ….What?

Roxy: My future partner needs to be strong, intelligent, successful, and organised Chica: *Accidentally steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop on their knees and sob while apologising profusely* Roxy: That one. I want that one.

[misspearly1]

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The Dinner

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (Y/N)

WC:2.4K

Warnings: NO MINORS 🔞 18+ Content. Male masturbation 🥵. Mutual Pinning, Lots of uncertainty and a smidge of smut at the end through a shit load of teasing.

Notes to readers: Haha! Ok, this one had me smiling to myself while writing. I'm trying to write more each day but Christmas is here, you all get how it is! Enjoy the read my friends.

Fair Trade Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist | Back to Main Masterlist

Ok, Ok. You can do this... yeah - you can do this. It isn't that bad, right? I mean, he’s been here before, he knows what your home looks like, so why are you panicking y/n? Jesus it’s just dinner. Just a normal dinner with Joel Miller, nothing special, no hidden meaning behind it, just two friends... having dinner together....SHIT.

Turning to Fizzy during your mental breakdown you ask, “Just friends, right girl?” Once again, like always, Fizzy has no fucking clue what you are saying.

So, you begin to stress more – Straightening out the table cloth for the hundredth time, readjusting the glasses, the plates and the cutlery or checking the food on the stove again, to make sure you haven't overcooked it. It’s just vegetables in water, how can you overcook it? Yes, you were stressing.

Actually, you were in a full-on spiral about this dinner with Joel, going back into your broken brain and thinking to yourself, whose even idea was this again?

3 days earlier -

“Hey there y/n, wat’cha doing?” Joel waited in the dark silence of his bedroom, waiting for your answer.

After a couple moments, he shrugged it off and thought that maybe you were sleeping, therefore he placed his walkie back on the nightstand but paused upon the top draw.

His brows raise while he looks around himself, he knows he is alone, Ellie is at Dinas for the night but he can't help feel like he is being watched as he contemplates on what's inside.

Opening the draw and pulling out the toy, his cock twitches in his boxers unintentionally. Joel’s pleasured himself before, many time when he was younger, however these days he can't really remember when he last got himself off.

As he leans back into his pillow with the fleshlight sexy toy, and looks down his half naked body, he notices that he is already starting to become hard. Tutting to himself “God damn.” before his whole body jumps from getting a shock.

Nearly throwing the darn toy when hearing the talkie crackle beside him, with y/n’s voice filtering through, “Uhh.. Joel? Is that you?”

Joel laughs now while leaning over to grab it but he waits a moment, laying back into the pillow again and getting comfortable, he makes a point to deepen his voice and speaks through his smirking smile, “You mean the asshole? - Yeah, it’s me.”

“Ok... How did... You get... This channel?” Her voice breaks up through the speaker and Joel tries holding it closer to his ear as he barely heard it, he presses the button after making it out and replies, “Are you ok? You sound like yer running a marathon and err... Tommy gave it to me.”

There's a drastically long pause before she speaks again and Joel wonders what the hell she is doing, but alas, her voice finally comes through, much more audible this time, “Yes, I'm ok. What erm.. What can I do for you?”

You could be here with me right now – shaking off his dirty thought, he decided to be serious instead, “I Uh... I got your note”

“Oh, I see... *Ahem* I am sorry for what I said, Joel and I hope you can look past that.”

He smiles to himself, he’s already forgiven her but he wants to tease, “I don’t know if I can, y/n... You’ve slapped me and called me an asshole. I just don’t know if I can look past these things.”

“You cheeky so- You slapped my ass! I was just trying to make amends Joel.” She barked back through the speaker as soon as his thumb was off the microphone, and Joel smiles more, chuckling to her “Relax will yer, I'm just kidding and I forgive you”

There's another long pause and during it, Joel notices his cock has grown extremely hard now. Blushing even at the sight of himself because it seems y/n’s voice had gone straight to the organ.

He gulps and lays the toy down by his side, to readjust himself. As he is doing this, Y/N talks more, “You do? So why didn't you come to trade today?"

Feeling himself over the fabric of his underwear, he is throbbing and desperate to touch himself properly, but answers her instead “I uh... didn’t think you’d want me there. Fuuck.”

Joel throws his head back against the pillow at taking himself in hand but then drops the walkie on his chest to clasp a hand over his mouth, for he wasn’t sure if the mic cut off in time when he groaned pleasurably.

Once again, there was another lengthily pause and Joel knew of his predicament, his cheeks were burning while his eyes widened, he had been caught and didn’t know how he was going to explain this. Just as he was about to grab the walkie to tell Y/N he is sorry, she beats him to it, “You didn’t think I'd want you there? Why did you think that?”

Baffled for a second before realising that she didn’t hear him, he relaxes and takes her question into consideration. Leaning back into the fluffy pillow and keeping his hand on his cock, he answers “I thought that maybe I overstepped your boundaries.”

She giggles through the speaker and Joel licks his lips upon hearing her sweet laughter, reassuring him, “Joel... it was just coffee. I just didn’t want Maria tryin to get me to move in with her, that’s all. You didn’t overstep.”

He smiles, breath hitching in his throat as he tightens the grip around his member while asking her, “You sure that I didn't overstep?”

When she reassures again, he has a thought, springing into his mind and acting on it quickly, he clicks the mic and asks, “So how bout dinner then?”

Joel can tell through the pause in the conversation that she is thinking about it, while waiting for her answer, he chances a look down is torso and sees his cock begging within his hold, begging to be stroked.

When she finally replies and says yes, he takes his bottom lip under the top set of teeth, biting on it and asking for one more request while closing his eyes, “Say that again for me, y/n.”

“Yes, Joel. Yes, I will have dinner with you.” granting his request and clearly accepting his offer, Joel’s chest swells with pride.

Due to his current state, he lies to y/n and says he must be getting to sleep, that they will sort through the details tomorrow for the dates and times.After saying goodnight to each other and putting his walkie talkie away, he looks down to his member again and then to the fleshlight.

Removing his hand and replacing it with the toy, the veins in his neck bulge from his strained moan when pushing himself into it, feeling the ribbed canals suction on his cock was euphoric.

Waiting for a moment, he moves his hand down to cup his balls before removing the toy and then pushing it back down. Pretty quickly, Joel finds himself jerking his hips upwards to meet the thrusts from his hand and he looks down to the toy, to watch his cock disappear inside while he groans “Oh God”

Proving to be a very long time since he’s had release, Joel feels himself getting close and fondles his balls while quickening his pace. Feeling them tighten within his hand, his hips stutter as he comes, shooting ropes of his cum inside the toy and his eyes roll shut as he blows out a breathy moan of air that he didn’t realise he was keeping in.

When he comes back to reality from his high, after picturing y/n riding him instead of this toy, he decided that it was probably best to get himself cleaned up. So, going to his ensuite bathroom and bringing the toy with him, he does just that and climbs back into bed into bed afterwards, naked.

Laying on his back with his hand behind his head, he scuffles the hairs on his beard in thought, he pictures how the dinner may go with Y/N. Not wanting to get a head of himself or look too much into it as it’s just a dinner with a friend, he turns over and closes his eyes.

The words ‘dinner with a friend’ runs through his head repeatedly, keeping him from falling asleep for the simple fact that he doesn’t view y/n as his friend. She is someone Joel wants to hold, to kiss and to fuck, what kind of a friend is that?

Present time -

You realise now after thinking back on your conversation with Joel that it was in fact, his idea and you agreed to it. Better yet, you suggested to have it at your place rather than his and rightly so too.

Could you imagine yourself inside the walls of Jackson? With countless unknown faces and walking around in foreign surroundings... No, your place is better.

You cant help notice that it looks a little romantic in here and maybe it's because of the lighting, you don’t want to give Joel the wrong idea. Or do you? Shaking off your thoughts while you went to find a way to lighten up the room, to make it brighter and less relaxing.

Stating loudly, NO, as you pass the candles and turn on your lamp instead. It’s probably going to eat up your fuel on the genny, but it's just for a little while, looking at your watch and realising that Joel will be here soon anyways.

Call on the asshole and he shall appear, for there were three taps on your bunker doors, You yelled up to him “That you, Joel?”

When he said no, you smiled to yourself and told him to come in, calling him a smartass on his way down. To your surprise, he had a bunch of flowers held in his hands and when he saw your expression, he worried “Is this too much?”

Wetting your lips while expressing a shy smile, you shook your head and took them from him to bring them up to your nose to smell the floral, earthy aromas. He watched you inhale and close your eyes, then asked “How’d I do then?” 

Opening your eyes at Joel's question, you taunted while nodding in approval “Not bad...” as you walked away to put them in some water, you threw a ‘old man’ over your shoulder, eliciting him to laugh. While you filled a vase up with water, you were telling yourself to relax, again.

Joel’s very kind gesture of bringing you flowers was flattering and sweet, but the man looked dangerously handsome. He looked big and burly with that damn good looking tanned jacket, and his stupidly sexy hair. You were telling yourself to calm down, but Joel had other plans, because when you turned, your eyes widened.

Breath catching in your throat and nearly dropping the vase, you gazed at him, jacket now off and revealing more of his flesh, you saw his strong, muscular arms reaching down to pet Fizzy. Saw the green plaid shirt hugging his figure nicely, with the top two buttons popped open, putting on a show to his tousled hairy chest.

Dropping your gaze when he looks to you briefly and then back to Fizzy, mumbling something to her, you can't help bring your eyes back to look again. Joel looked amazing, he looked incredibly gorgeous and you had to tell yourself to calm down for you were finding it hard to fight the impulse to rip the clothes off his body and take him right here on the dinner table.

Walking away quickly at your impulsive thoughts, you told him you’re going to find a spot for the flowers and chided yourself for thinking of Joel in such a manner. He is here for dinner, not a date or to fuck, gosh! Why must your mind be so crude?

Placing the flowers onto a small table in the living room, you get a fright when you stand upwards to see Joel in your face, leaning over the counter and asking, “You okay, girl?”

Joel is so tall, how haven't you noticed this before? Why now, do you suddenly feel so small, like as if he is towering over you?

Nodding your head to him, and removing yourself from his hypnotising presence, you go the wood burner in the corner of the room and check on the meat. Unbeknownst to you, Joel smirks at your fluster, behind your back.

Watching you fumble with the equipment; he uses the opportunity to come up and offer his help. But, stubbornly rejecting his offer, you say “I got it, it’s okay." Joel steps in anyways, upon seeing you nearly burn yourself, “Hey-Hey now, careful there. Don’t want to burn that pretty skin of yours.”

Quietly replying ok to him, you watch as he shakes the tray and flips over the fillets of deer meat and then he turns to you. With half lidded eyes beaming into you, he looks down and whispers seductively “yer like it, y/n?”

“Huh?” brows furrowing slightly in your awestruck trance, he repeats what he says, more audibly “where would you like it? The meat, it’s cooked.” Kicking yourself yet again, you shook your head and told him to put it on the table.

Following behind, you left him by the dining area and went into the kitchen, towards to stove. Turning off the pot of water containing the vegetables, and the other pots with the mash and gravy.

When hearing him come up behind you to help, you warn, “I'm hosting the dinner, Joel. You're my guest, so let me host.” Turning your head to express a smile, he mirrors it and throws his hands up in the air before sitting back down, “Yes, ma'am.”

With your back turned, you close your eyes and bite your lip, subtly shaking your head at his honey-dripped words going straight to your heat. Getting over your moment of weakness, you bring over the rest of the food and join him by the table.

Now sitting opposite him and serving out the food, he moves to dish out the meat, “I’m only handling my meat, girl. Nothing else.”

Stopping what you are doing and narrowing your eyes at him, he can't bring himself to look you in the eye while the smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Then, you tut at him, “You think you’re funny, huh?”

When Joel does finally look at you, he answers with a cheeky wink and when he begins tucking into his food, you decide to give him the same treatment he has been giving you.

So, when you bring the first spoonful to your mouth and swallow, its accompanied with an exaggerated and pornographic moan. Maintaining eye contact throughout the process while you suck a bit of gravy off your thumb.

Joel shakes his head and runs his tongue across his teeth while laughing “Alright, I get it. I’ll behave now.”

Smiling to him and saying good, Joel smiles back before continuing to eat.

Engaging in small talk with each other over dinner, you tell him more details about your life, your hobbies and how you get by with Fizzy living out here on your own and then after so much talking about yourself, you finally ask him to share.

You learn that Joel is a really sweet genuine man, he does daily patrols for Jackson, to keep it safe, he can play the guitar and has even crafted some of his own. Explaining in more detail that he has a workshop in his home and as well as the instruments, he likes to craft other things too. Then, Joel told you he has a daughter named Ellie.

Being delighted to hear that; you ask “Tell me more about her?” You watch his demeanour change and you can tell that he is a proud father, that he absolutely loves his daughter as he reveals more -

“She’s really great Y/N, she’s got her sixteenth birthday coming up soon so ive got to find something special, but she is growing too fast for me. I’ve been teaching her how to play the guitar and she’s real funny too. Made herself some friends inside Jackson, you see Y/N, we haven't actually been there ourselves for too long. You said you’ve been trading with Jackson for nearly two years? We've been in Jackson for about the same time.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise that he hasn’t been there that long his self, and so you be a little nosier, “What were you both doing before then? I figured you guys have lived there for quite some time.”

Joel tells you about travelling across country with Ellie, to get her from Boston QZ to here in Wyoming, he shares that it was an incredibly difficult journey but together they both made it.

You beam to him, “You and Ellie sound like quite the duo, I just know that she is a great kid from the way you speak about her.” Joel nods his head in agreement with you.

Finishing the last few bites of your food, you stand and take the empty plates away into the kitchen, Joel follows, bringing other stuff too and you thank him for it while taking them from his hands. He stands beside you, leaning his hip against the counter and continues his conversation while he watches you clean the dishes in the sink.

During his chitchat you got lost in the moment and handed him a plate to dry off, not realising what you were doing but what made you giggle was when he took the plate and looked for his towel. You both laughed to each other and you apologised, “I didn’t mean to hand you the plate, just leave it here on the draining board”

You don’t know why you did it but it just felt so natural, like as if Joel and you have had dinner many times before and it was some sort of routine to clean up together afterwards.

While you were berating yourself over it, he beckoned Fizzy over and gave her some scratches behind the ear when she jumped up to him, normally you would tell her not to jump all over people, but Joel seems to love giving her attention.

“You’re a wonderful little girl aren't you, huh?” You heart fills with warmth upon hearing him talk to your doggie like that, then you laugh when his tone gets deeper, talking to her in a funny voice “oh yes! Yes you are. Little girl loves her scratches, don’t'cha? Your momma seems to find this funny”

Turning your head to him with wide eyes and your mouth open, he doesn’t look at you but grins when adding “She’s just jealous cause she aint' getting these scratches.” Now you gasp sarcastically before flicking water at him, he flinches at the droplets hitting his face and now, Joel looks to you.

There’s a tense pause between you both, with a huge smile torn across your face but Joel looks to you with a fire in his eyes, like as if he’s a lion waiting to pounce. When he steps closer, you lift your hand up in the air covered in bubbles and pointing a finger, warning him “Joel...”

Screeching to him between fits of giggles when he comes up behind you, “.... No don’t, I’m sorry” Joel keeps you in place with his arms at your sides, dunking them into the water and bringing handfuls of water upwards, he drenches your shirt.

Slapping water at his face in return, he bellows out big and hearty rumbles of laughter during so, then he moves himself to get you again.

Twisting around to face him, you hold onto his forearms to stop them from going in the water and plead for forgiveness through laughter, but Joel seems unconvinced and leans forward anyways.

However, with his body now flush against yours, feeling your wet, hardened nipples pressing into his chest, his thigh made its way between your legs during the movement and Joel stops when you gasp at the contact.

He searches your face to see if he’s made you feel uncomfortable and feels terrible for turning such an innocent gesture of messing around with each other into something sexual.

But, as you're still clinging onto his arms, he feels you move your hips ever so slightly and so, Joel looks down to your lips, then back to your eyes, carefully assessing your reaction as he pushes his leg higher, rubbing directly over your clit.

No longer gasping at the sensation, instead, you close your eyes and moan....

Next Chapter

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@marydjarin @extraneous-trip

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hey Hey, it’s me, ya girl and I’m back with another collab! Ive always loved the roommates theme and have a few ideas for some other ones in my head making this. It’s kinda all over the place because it was a professing with their friendship! Yes I made a Zelda reference and I land about it no. I know Rapp is seen as violent and dense but but this is in a collage au so he’s just a bit...aloof I just love the idea of him actually being a big softie ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ. I hope you enjoy! ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)

Sweet caring sorta himbo(meh?) Rappa, female oral, Big Dick Rappa , sorta size kink if you really sqint,cheater ex mentioned like once , language

Word count : About 5k! Yikes ^^’

Paring(s) : Kendo Rappa x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Having Kendo Rappa as a roommate is an interesting feat in itself. He is big, and loud , very very loud. He wasn't a bad roommate he just..was like a cute large and fluffy puppy that didn't know his size...or power. Their interactions started as the two met during a halloween party one of the frat houses down the street thew. [ ] went as Midna, her best friend Rumi was dressed as Impa while the last two of her friend group , Amaya and Asa, a pair of sisters, were dressed as fairies. “[ ]! Rumi! you two are so cute! Zelda costumes?” Asa asked as her sister ran up to admire their outfits. “Yeah! [ ] wanted to do some characters that matched us y'know?” She said as she nudged her quiet friend , the girl jumped and laughed , scratching her neck as she gave the excited sisters a small smile “If i was coming out tonight I was gonna wear what i wanted to really wear” [ ] said as the group of them laughed and mingled with their other friends and classmates. While heading to get juice , she heard loud screaming , as the sport boys were starting to show up. First was the football team, then the basketball. Baseball and wrestling came next, then the smaller clubs finished them out. Sighing [ ] was content away from everyone as she watched mayhem ensure, chugging of barrels , more music, girls swarming around the players they crushed on as they did minor things, like talk to their teammates or eating from one of the big food trays laying around. Feeling a tap on her shoulder broke her from her people watching, Rumi giving her a bright smile as she took a cup and joined her. “How's my favorite antisocial babe doing now that all of the party has arrived?” She asked as [ ] gave her a pained smile, going to get more if something to drink “Well I don't feel the need to smack anyone is that a good sign?” she chuckled as she got a hug from the more energetic girl “That's my girl! Don't worry, i wanna get out asap but we’re gonna need our favourite pair of sisters before that can happen and it seems like they're fawning over some of the baseball boys as we speak” Rumi said as they watched a familiar tutu of blue go by, followed by a pink one going a similar way. “I don't get it… but at least their taste in men isn't too bad” [ ] joked as Rumi agreed , laughing “Yeah miss tsundere, you can't stand saps, or most of the jocks either” giving the white haired girl a look she rolled her eyes and gave her own laugh back “Yeah I guess i'm either picky or just got high standards” “Ain't nothing wrong with that we all do!” She said as she elbowed the girl beside her.

As the two of them sat there and talked Rumi glanced past her and her eyes widened, causing [ ] to stop talking “What is it-” before she could question her, the white haired girl jumped up, waving at someone “Rap! Over here!” Constantly yelling to someone [ ] started to ask again when a booming voice came from above her “HEY RUMI” a very loud voice called as stomping could be heard before it stopped “I see you took our idea huh?” With that comment [ ] turned around only to be face to face with a dark cover chest, only to then look up to some of the most warm and amber colored eyes looking down at her “Hello there little lady, I like your costume! Erm..Midna aint it?” The giant ganon dressed man questioned as all she could do was shake her head in agreement, causing the giant male to laugh “Awe don't be shy of me kitten i ain't gonna bite!” He chuckled some more as her friend jumped in “I told you she was shy! Be nice Rappa!” Rumi yelled at the flaming red head as he gave her a toothy grin “Oh I was just teasin’ , I bet I ain't hurt her feelin’s did I sweetheart?” Rappa questioned as [ ] face felt hot, hiding her face in her hands as the teasing duo laughed causing the girl to huff “I'm tired of you two already” She said as a giant warm hand touched her shoulders “Awe dont be like that hun, in time ya’l love me” Rappa teased as he gave her a smile,making her stomach flutter “Yeah! This is who wanted you to meet anyway [ ]! This is Kendo Rappa, our top wrestling boy, Rappa this is my adorable best friend [ ]!” Rumi said as the two gave each other a shy smile , a sly one creeping up on Rumis as she thought to herself “Yeah, this'll definitely happen”

Since then the two had become more acquainted , having many classes together and sharing some similar friends [ ] was used to the bruting and sometimes dense man making a random ( and loud) appearance. As [ ] sat in her mostly empty room thanks to her last roommate moving out after constantly breaking sound rules and getting into it with the girl downstairs for being in her bed with her boyfriend (Yikes) she felt a sense of calm. Closing her chemistry book and letting out a relieved sigh [ ] thought about the fact she was going to get a new roommate, the thought was nerve wracking but also it was exciting as well. It was almost too quiet , having the last room by the stairs meant she didn't have to deal with many people besides her friend group. They weren't loud , unless one of her friends decided to get laid and made way too many sounds, or if their neighbors under them threw parties or also had...extra partners coming around. She definitely could feel she was sorta excited she was going to have a roommate again. The sisters had a room to the left of her while Rumi had the one to the right, sharing it with a girl they knew from math. The rooms were not gender defined, some girls having rooms with guys and vise versa so it made it easy to get a room.

These dorms were also quite spacious, the walls not paper thin and a large enough area space that could house two or maybe even three people. So when she heard a knock on her door she expected it to be her new roommate she was advised would come today. Happily opening the door she was shocked and almost terrified to see just a box, well actually a few boxed stacked hiding whoever it was behind them. But if the faed rustic orange hair and wide shoulders meant anything she knew her new roommate already “K-kendo?” [ ] said as the boxes walked by her , landing with a soft thud as bangs covered the male “[ ]? Is that you?” moving his hair out of the way their eyes had the same expression, shocked. “Uh h-hey there sweetheart why isn't this cute, we’re roomies hun?” he laughed as she couldn't help but give him a smile back. “I never expected to see you as my roommate” [ ] teased as Rappa gave her a hardy laugh “Well it looks like me and you are gonna be close friends here darlin’!” With a wide smile he picked her up and gave her a tight hug, taking her breath away ‘ Oh boy i wonder how this will turn out’ she thought as she was eye leve with her giant puppy like friend, his eyes filled of joy

Which leads into now, [ ] trying her hardest to read up on what her next project could be. As she sat there thinking she heard the tale tell sound of her roommate entering with some of his teammates, the boys loud and rambunctious as they entered. Feeling a heavy hand on her shoulder she looked up to the towering boy that was her roommate, his eyes just as bright as usual. “Hey darlin, we're just gonna talk up sum strats a for the upcoming match and play some games in the back , is that alright?” He asked with pleading eyes as one of his more cocky and jock like friends spoke up “Well youre the man here, dont let some women say if we cant or can be here” Rolling her eyes and proceeding to stand up and push past the wide eyed boy who knew what was going to happen. [ ] took in a breath before opening her eyes to look up to the boy “Well it is my room, i pay shit here and the man over there didnt get this place, so i do choose who can and cant come through my place” She said as she pointed a finger to the boys chest. Trying to push his luck he pushed back against her finger “ I bet you just haven’t gotten a good enough dicking for you to just stay out of the way” He laughed. Before [ ] could hit him hard enough her rust haired friend moved in , clearly towering the boy “Yer better watch yer mouth, she has her right around here, im invatin her space so watch it before there's no place for any of us to relax without rules” He said as the boy sucked up any laughing and nodded his head in understanding. Surprised by her usually aloof roommate [ ] stood back and went back to her work, the other boys scrambling behind kendo as the boy who tried to challenge her jumped to follow, never making a move to mock or do anything again.

The boys picked back up and were having fun in the back room of kendo’s , sighs and groans when they lost and victorious laughs and screams if someone won. Once they all left and everything settle to a quiet rumble as the last few funneled out [ ] could here herself think, reading up on chemistry as she felt a presence behind her. “ ‘M sorry, i didn't know my question wouldve cause a roar outta ya..” Kendo started as she smiled gently, turning to face the wounded boy “Its okay….guess it just lit something in me i always did y'know?” She said with a small laugh as she went to type again, but was stopped by the hulking boy. “I gotta make it up to ya alright? I know i aint say anythin that he did but…. It feels like my fault y'know?” He admitted as his large hand covered hers. “You wont live this down will you?” She questioned as his eyes flickered up to hers, sparking. “Nope, not at all. Lemme treat ya right okay?” For such innocent words [ ] couldnt help the shiver that ran down her back at his words. Maybe it was because he was so close, or that the smell of his cologne was too much, either way her head was spinning as she let him still hold her hand as he tugged her away from her computer , his smile widening as she reluctantly shut the bright screen “Great! Now let's get something to eat im starvin” He rasped out as [ ] gave him a giggle that made the boy stop in his tracks. He always thought she had a cute giggle but this one,for some reason , made his heart and chest feel warm and tight. Ignoring the feeling he took the girl with him, the two headed out to get something to eat as they headed down , the sound of her giggling still running though kendos mind.

Getting a random frantic text from Kendo wasn't unusual, in fact it was quite common for him to do such, which now didn't faze [ ] at all but this one was...particularly odd giving what he was asking ‘Hair? And messy? What in the world is he up to’ [. ] thought to herself as she headed to her shared room with the boy, nervous of what scene she could be entering.

Sighing after his last text she hurried her way to their dorm room and in fact he did leave the door open, making her more nervous as she entered the living room. “Kendo?” [ ] called out as she heard a gruff sound come from her bathroom. Entering was a sight of its own; towels, a bowl of some..substance , bags and bottles of body wash and a one flustered and shirtless Kendo. “[ ]! ‘M so glad yer home here take this” The large man said as he handed her an old toothbrush that was frayed and covered with the same odd substance in the bowl. The lingering smell from the room eventually gave it away ; shampoos. “Uh why do i need this? And why is there shampoo on a toothbrush” She questioned as he groaned, taking the towel off his head as she blinked owlishly at his very faded red orange hair, the color now more of a neon pumpkin. Shaking off extra water caused even more of his hair to fall, landing between his shoulder blades as he gave [ ] a desperate look. “It wont come out, and the more i scub the more...orange i become. I look like a orange peel” He whined as [ ] figured out what he was trying to do

“ You wanna remove the color right? A bowl of shampoo and body wash isnt strong enough” Going into their kitchen she grabbed some baking soda and lemon juice , coming back to the hopeless boy “Let me mix something up ive used before okay? Then we can proceed with your hair” Two and a half hours later the boys hair was now a light peachy orange, just light enough to take up with bleach “Well, if were gonna go for blonde ill go get some bleach and some masks, deep conditioners too, your hair is definitely gonna need it and I don’t want it breaking off because you're impatient to take care of it” she sighed as he was amazed at his hair, running a large hand through the still damp mess atop his head “Wow yer good” He said as she smiled at him, taking her keys “And you have a lot of hair. I'll be back” She said as she hopped up “Wait! Lemme go with you?” He asked but also seemed to demand, pleading eyes looking down at hers as wet hair dropped onto his still bare chest.

Trying not to be hypnotized by where they landed and proceeded to slide down she looked up at her amber eyed friend, who was staring intently as he waited for her answer, soft “Please?” coming from his lips. Sighing dramatically on purpose [ ] laughed at him, giving him a grin “of course you can you big puppy” she said as he picked her up in a hug, a gesture that shows his excitement she's come to learn. Putting her down he went to go to the door before his friend called him out “uhm Kendo? You don’t have on a shirt” she said plainly as he looked at her, raising a brow as he gave his rebuttal “Its hot” He responded. Giving him a side eyed look she turned from him and towards their bedrooms, [ ] sliding into his. Soon she came out with a sleeveless one, throwing it at the hulk of a guy infront of her “You can't come in the store without one” She said as he gave a growl of his own, sliding the shirt over his head as they left their apartment “Well at least ya got me one without sleeves” He huffed as they started back to the door, heading out to finally go to the store to start another process on Kendos hair, the male just excited to finally get rid of his pumpkin hair.

As Kendo sat in the shared living room with [ ] , deep conditioning his hair at her yelling request (‘If you dont re nourish it before you want me to bleach it , I won't do it!’ ) he watched his roommate and now his best friend wanderer around and do housley things for their apartment, the girl content as she cleaned and sorted out things in the kitchen, her body turned away from him as he started to think over how beautiful he thought she was. He want the type to brag or gloat about having so many girls comment on his size , height wised and well sometimes other ways , trying to tempt him to them. All while his friends wanted him to explain how he got the attention from the other gender , Kendo hated to admit it but ,he only wanted his roommates' affection. He knew how put together she was, smart and kind. He saw what her previous boyfriend did, a cheater that didnt take care of the beautiful soul he lived with. He couldnt stand seeing her come home and cry herself to sleep broke his heart, and when he fought the cheater, in the act he didnt feel bad once. Of course it ended their relationship, and [ ] yelled at him for fighting , explaining how he couldve ended in jail for fighting her ex, but he argued it would be worth it.

Sitting and mulling over everything he realized Rumi was right, hed do anything for [ ] but not the same for the other females that passed through his life. She actually, was the first person he did that for and that thought made his head dizzy. Moving from his place on the couch he went to stand in the kitchen, waiting for [ ] to come back from her room. Hearing the iconic sound of her feet pittering across the wooden floor he gave her a lopsided smile as she jumped, smacking into the chest of Kendo. Before [ ] could fall from impacting with his chest he caught her, holding her arm to his chest. “K-kendo! You shouldve told me you were in here! Why are you in here anyway?”[ ] scolded as he laughed, moving out of the shorter girl's way as he started his staring again, this time [ ] noticed him “......What?” She asked as he looked down at her, an unreadable look on his face. “Kendo” she called as he hummed, moving closer “Yer gorgeous” Kendo blurted out as [ ] started to stutter, eyes going wide. Taking teo steps forward he essentially trapped his friend between the corner of their kitchen canopy. “Remember when I fought that bastard of an ex you had?” Kendo asked as he saw [ ]’s eyes go soft , shaking her head “What about him...i'm still mad you almost lost everything just to fight him yknow” she huffed as he poked her cheek “Id do it again if it meant you'd be happy again yaknow” Kendo said as he leaned down to push his head against hers, amber and [ ] eyes mingling. Lifting his large hands he traced each side of her cheek, analyzing over her face as he nuzzled against her nose “Stop playin hard to get would ya? Bad enough you got my heart all in your little hands” he whispered as [ ] just started at the giant , her arms gently coming over to cover his that were place on her cheeks “K-ken..i need to start you hair..” She hopelessly try to argue as he groaned, burying his face into her neck. Squealing at his damp hair touching her shoulder [ ] jumped ,pushing the large boy back “Your hair's wet!” She whined as he chuckleed, mo\ving back as it turned into a booming laugh “Oh my ‘m sorry babe , you look surprised” He said as she smacked hsi chest “Go to the sink, i need to rinse the conditioner” She yelled as he hwld his hands up in a mocked surrender, pulling his shirt up and off in one fluid movement. Caught up by him stripping his shirt off [ ] gave him a glance over, the heaviness of him admitting feelings for her in his own unique way still lingering in her mind as the toned and strong back of her friend made her head hazy. Turning around from the lack of notice of his smaller friend Kendo caught the eys of [ ] staring, her eyes quickly flickering to his curious ones as he grinned “See somethin you like darlin?” He teased as she grunted, reaching up to push his head in the sink “Shut up and let me do your hair”

And like clockwork, Kendo rappa was an icy blonde after two days, a break given to his long ,thick and wavy hair, the giant boy looking over his new look as he sighed happily, loving to have his hair finally look normal. “Well damn [ ]! Ya made it even better than what i was thinking. Look! My hair’s all wavy at the ends and it's soft! Whatever you made me do made it feel better!” He raved as the girl looked over her work. And in fact it was highly even, his hair consistent and lavishy soft. Giving him a shy look she giggle “That's what a deep conditioner will do to damage hair and the way i'm always untangling your hair for you, i knew it would need it before you wanted to go white” She said as he just kept running his hands in his hair, turning back to her “I could just kiss you right now!” He blurted out as they both froze at his words, eyes wide from both parties “I-I aint mean it [ ]” He croaked out as she giggled, stepping back from him “O-of course you didnt, why would you i mean aha..”She said as she moved away more , his own words started to hit him as he realized the reverse effect it was having “NO! No, I'd want to kiss you, I really really want to. I just...want it to be on your terms okay?” he said as he grabbed her arm, holding her in front of him as if she'd float away if he didnt.

“Kendo...I..” [ ] started as she came back to his hip, laying between his legs onto his thankfully covered chest “I just dont want to lose you if you decide you wouldnt want me around” She whispered as he pulled her even closer, kissing her forehead as he stared at her “Dont you ever say that again ya hear me? Youll be my princess and ill be your humble er..knight” He hesitated as he tried to think of a sweet way to explain his feelings. [ ] looked up to him as she felt here eyes feel heavy with tears. Before one even fell Kendo pushed his lips as soft as the strong boy could, wrapping a large and beefy arm around her waist as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, letting his hand slide down to pull her up to sit on the tops of his thighs while he leaned against his dresser. Softly [ ] pushed her hand on his chest and pulled away, now eye to eye with Kendo “Sorry , d-did i overstep my place” He asked as she let out a snot, before laughing. Confused, Kendo went to talk before she stopped him “No no, youre good, just that if we keep kissing on this dressed there's gonna be a hole in the wall” She said as she pointed to where the mirror kept tapping a spot, scrapes already aroring it “R-right!” He laughed too, picking her up to set her on his bed “Now then...lemme serve you princess” He said before kissing her again, not letting her rebuttal his own comment. As the two kissed he made sure to be as gentle as he could be , at times clumsily nipping her lip or his hand pulling hard at her clothes.

All in the name of wanting to show how much she meant to him. Soon he pulled away, a small string of saliva strung between them from the hearty kissing. “[ ]...i think i love you” He said as she gave him a soft look , trying to catch her breath from the dramatic kiss they came from “Good, because i love your loud ass too Kendo” She teased as he smirked,leaning down to bite her neck, causing her to moan loudly “We’ll see whos loud after im done wit ya” he gave his own tease back as he moved between her plump thighs, kissing the flesh there as he pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her flushed lower lips. Gasping she reached for his hand that held her legs apart causing the fresh blonde to look up at her, eyes wandering over her face for signs of him to stop “I-Im not used to being this bare sorry..” She whimpered out as it dawned on the other side of her words “Have you ever ate out baby?” he asked as she hid her face from him, shaking ehr head as he groaned, pulling her shorts down as he saw her lacy panties , a smirk placed on his lips as he peeled them off too, a string of arousal keeping them plastered to her lips “fuck, that bastared really didnt take care of you” he growled as she sat up to see his darkening eyes kiss up to her lips whispering out a “but i will” as he sucked one of her lips into his mouth, causing a lound moan from the woman he was inbetween. Slowly he licked up her lips, searching for that small pearl as she whined, a hand coming down to tug his hair. Grunting he soon found it, sucking onto her clit as she gasped, her thighs shutting over his head as he looked up to her, watching as her back arched off of the bed once her pressed his tongue hard against her clit. Softly he let a hand run under her thigh, a single thick finger tracing over her twitching hole as he pushed it in gently, making [ ] squeal. “K-Ken!” She called out as he looked up again, catching her eyes and flushed face on his actions. Making a show of what he was doing he let a second one join the first as he sucked hard on her bud at the same time making [ ]’s eyes roll back as her hand fell from his head, nervous od pulling too hard. Kendo however had other plans. Feeling her walls tighten around his fingers he made sure to find that spongy spot and hitting it, finally pulling his lips from her clit as he smiled “Uuh Uh doll, look at me” He growled as she hesitantly glances at him, regretting that she did. He looked way too good, hair a mess as he was panting, catching his breath from being down on her. With evry pump of his fingers his muscle in his arm twitched, making her own walls spasm as she watched it “Ya like it sweetheart?” He asked as she shook her head, watching him move back to her pussy “Good, cause i aint done” He said as he gave her clit kitten licks beofe slurping on it, throwing a wink at her as he picked up his pace, making [ ]’s voice rise as she felt herself getting close before quickly snapping at a particular hard thrust of his finger to her spot on her walls.

Letting out a light scream she came over his fingers and tongue, the male laughing gleefully as he sucked up her juices. LEtting her come down some he watched her face as bliss spread through her body and a sense of confidence whent though his. Slowly he picked up the pace of his fingers again, going from a shallow push to more stroking as he heard [ ] whine, grabbing at his hand “Uh uh sweetheart, you taste too good fro me to only let you cum on my tongue once” he said as he pushed her down by her stomach, letting her take his spare hand as he went back to suckling on her lower lips. He knew he had a lot in stored for her, and watching the newly admitted love of his life cum from his pleasing was enough for him to realized he needed to do more. Popping off her clit as puling his fingers gently out he looked at her ravished body, using his non wet hand to pull at his sweats. “Youre beautiful like this [ ]” kendo said as she took in heavy breaths, feeling her throat close as he stroked his massive size, rubbing the swollen head as he looked at her , giving her a soft smile “Ya dont have to take me just yet , hes just throbbin too much” He groaned as he twisted his hand hard over his leaking tip, feeling himself throb as he laid back on his bed. “Ride my face?” he asked with one of the most sinful looks [ ] had ever seen ; lustful eyes watching her as his large hand stroked his larger dick, the soft and fleshy muscle jumping at watching her crawl to him, throwing a leg over his neck

“I-i dont wanna suffocate you..” She said as he smirked before saying “Ya cant suffocate me i want it” Soon he grabbed her hip, pushing her onto his awaiting mouth as he picked up his pace, sliding his tongue into her twitching hole as she rocked her hips, keeping a steady pace as she held herself on his shoulder and headboard, ,depreate moand and cries tumbling out as he rocked her too, going from her clit to her dripping entrance, stoking his dick harder and harde as her moans spurred him on. Soon he felt the bud in his mouth twitch and throb harder, the sounds [ ] made increasing as his own hand sped up with his throbbing head, the telltales of them both getting close. A moan erruptred from the girl on his lips as she came again , her essence running down his face as he groaned, ropes of cum shooting onto his hand and stomach as he came himself, still stroking out what he could as the pressure he felt subside. Sliding off softly [ ] saw the mess behind her, taking it upon herself to lick up some of it as she was met with his same aber eyes, watching her move to his still hard member “Let me take care of you too?” she asked shyly. Fuck he was done for as he felt himslef hardend worse at her words, a large hand coming up to smack her ass as he psuhed her up and over his head, letting his tip and her swollen lips run over eachother. Slowly he pushed his tip past her budding lips, entranced by the way it swallowed her whole “Fuck...i love you [ ] and by the time im done with ya...youll know it” he whispered in her ear as she felet him push, more and moreof his large size spreading her lips father than shed ever had. Her eyes rolled up as she felt him bottom out, both moaning as he picked up his pace, making a soothing rhythm as little moans and whines came from [ ], deep grunts coming from Kendo as he kissed her shoulders and back, marking where he could as he felt himself get closer with how she was throbbing over his member.

Digging his fingers as deep as he could in her plush hips he let our a mantra of ‘Cummin’ i and ‘ I love yous’ in her ear as she pushed back against him, feeling herself teetering as he pushed as deep as he could go ,letting himself cum as she came too, the overwhelming feeling of him throbbing against her spongy walls and previous orgasms enough to push her over a third time. “[ ]” Kendo rasped as [ ] hummed , feeling her legs still shake with him in her “Im serious, i'm never leaving you...you're mine and i love you…” kendo said as he kissed the back of her neck, nibbling her ear as he stayed in her “Mhm….i love you too Rappa..”

[purplesurveys]

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survey by xflirtykaosx

Alphabetti Spaghetti (3/3)

Please believe. - P

How many pages did the last book you read have? I don’t even remember the last time I opened it; but if I have to guess, it’s probably anywhere between 600–800 pages.

What do you like on your pancakes? Soaked in butter, with peanut butter and maple syrup on the side. My dad will also sometimes mix bacon into the batter, and it always turns out delicious.

Do you like small parties or large parties more? I love going to any kind of party, but I like large ones just a little bit more just because it’s easier to blend in and go unnoticed for the most part. I usually feel pressured at smaller parties.

What was the last exam you passed in? I have no idea. Maybe a history exam? I remember taking a Rizal exam right before the pandemic started and I never got the results for that since classes were canceled shortly after. I’ll never know if I actually passed that test haha.

Do you think paw prints are cute? Yesssssss.

How much would you pay a neighbour to do your lawn? We have someone in the village who does that, and my mom usually gives him a tip of I would guess around ₱100.

Ordinary pens, scented pens, gel pens or felt tip pens? Ordinary. The other ones write horribly.

Are you a people person? I’ve grown to be one over the years. I do like my alone time, but I have the most fun with a person or two or ten around me.

Do you put pepper on your scrambled eggs? No. I never use pepper myself, actually.

Who, except yourself, has the nicest pet? Angela’s, at least one of her dogs are. Hailey is super nice and she doesn’t really care what you do with her hahahaha.

What's your favourite piece of clothing? Right now, probably my IVP sneakers since they’re my newest purchase. Other than that, my mom jeans are always super reliable.

What place have you gone to that you never would again? Police stations that I had to visit to cover stories for my journalism classes. Maybe it’s other people’s passion – and I thought it was mine at one point, too – but once I found myself in places like that I slowly realized that I didn’t have the fire for journalism I once thought I had.

What do others seem to have plenty of and you have little or none? Nice photos of themselves. I’m very camera shy.

Is pink a nice colour, an okay colour or icky? I personally love pink, so.

Give me a description of a great film plotline? ...I don’t feel like it :(( I also haven’t watched/rewatched any films in a while, so my memory is a bit rusty.

What do you have in your pockets? Nothing I’m wearing right now has pockets.

Do you listen to podcasts? Not really. I’m part of the minority that finds podcasts a little boring.

Have you ever played Poker? I’d guess I’ve tried playing it one or two times, but I’ve never understood the rules and I probably just did some random moves when I did try it.

Do you have a pond in your garden? No.

How about a swimming pool? We don’t.

Do you like Poptarts? I loooooove Pop Tarts and I wish we had more flavors here :( and that they weren’t so expensive.

Do you write notes on post-it notes? Sometimes; but lately I’ve mostly just been making to-do lists on my laptop. Writing takes too much time considering how hectic my job is.

Quiet darling, shh. - Q

Do you ever use the word quaint? Very rarely. I never really get into situations where that word would be most fitting to use.

Do you know what quantum physics is? I know of the term from watching The Big Bang Theory, but I don’t know what it refers to.

Are you a quiet or loud person? Depends on the people I’m with, my general mood, and my level of comfort.

Do you usually ask a lot of questions? I never do. I feel like that’s a weakness of mine, too. My mind never wanders too far, and I’m only able to recognize good questions when someone else raises them.

What's your favourite quote from a film? “Rome. By all means, Rome.”

Favourite quote from a song? “Now I’m told this is life, and pain is just a simple compromise so we can get what we want out of it.”

Are you quick witted? In what aspect? Not always; but yeah, I guess it comes out sometimes. I’m pretty good at witty or funny comebacks, especially with people I’m comfortable with.

Do you find the word queer offensive? Er, no?

Roses are Red and Romance is dead. - R

Do you listen to the radio often? I used to, since I once drove to school everyday and I liked having the radio on - especially in the morning, since there was a morning program I was hooked to. But now that I’m at home 24/7, I don’t really tune in anymore; I don’t even have the slightest clue what songs are trending rn.

Do you prefer rain or snow? We only get rain, so.

Have you ever ran into someone and injured you or them due to it? Fortunately no, for both circumstances.

Do you listen to rap music? K-Pop groups always have their own rap sub-unit, so yeah I’ve definitely been more exposed to rap these days.

Do you find pet rats gross or nice? Why? I guess it’s cute when they’re pets, since I’m sure they’re harmless. Not so much when they’re big black filthy rats that are house pests and probably carrying a lot of diseases.

Have you ever been to a rave? No. I’d love to experience it once.

Are you somewhat of a rebel? Nah.

How about reckless? Now this hits the spot more, especially when it comes to money lol

Do you prefer red, black or purple dresses? Black, then red, then purple. I don’t wear a lot of the latter to begin with.

Do you know how to reload a gun? I don’t; I’ve never even held a real gun before.

Do you remember your first best friends Mum's name? I don’t think I ever met her mom. Our friendship was super short-lived and didn’t go beyond preschool.

Do you have a good or a bad reputation? Idk, you’d have to ask other people for this I think.

What song do you request most often on the radio? I’ve never requested a song to radio stations.

Do you prefer rice or tofu? I need rice for literally every meal, otherwise it won’t feel filling. I like tofu too, but I only have it occasionally when it comes with some dishes.

Have you ever held a rifle? Nope.

Do you know a Robert? What's he like? I have an uncle-in-law named Robert. He’s very nice, and super intelligent; he’s from New Zealand but currently lives with my aunt and their family in Vietnam. Since he’s from a different country, he has lots of fun stories and different perspectives to share at family reunions, which makes me always want to sit at whichever table he’s at so that I can be part of interesting conversations.

Do you like rollercoasters? No.

Been to Rome, Italy? Nope.

Are Roses your favourite flower? They’re one of them.

So sweetheart, lets fan. - S

Do you feel safe in your neighbourhood? Yeah, I mean that’s kind of the whole point in living in a gated village. I’d be pretty alarmed if I ever hear of a crime happening here.

Whose the Patron Saint of your Country? St. Lorenzo Ruiz. I actually didn’t know that for a fact, so thanks for the Google search and impromptu lesson!

Do you put salt on your fries? Yessssssss, I need my fries to be very salty. Unless it was already seasoned with something else, I’d find it boring if it wasn’t salty enough.

Do you think we are all born the same? In some ways, yes; in some ways, no. I know everyone is born as humans worthy of love and respect, but when it comes to factors like privilege then that’s when circumstances start to get all different.

When did you stop believing in Santa? I never bought it. I used to always get frustrated that I was never allowed to meet Santa (none of my relatives ever played as him), and that he apparently just likes to leave gifts at midnight. Not seeing a Santa made me doubt and eventually I just kinda stopped buying it by the time I was like 5.

Do you think the name Sarah is pretty? Erm, it’s fine but I find it a little common.

Is Saturday your favourite day of the week? Fridays are, but Saturdays are a very close second.

Have you ever watched Saved By The Bell? Opinions? Nope.

What about the Saw films? Opinion? I haven’t, but I know they’re my eldest cousin’s favorite so it must be a good series.

Are you easily scared? In certain ways. I hate jumpscares for one, and I easily get offended by them.

What's your secondary language, if any? English.

Name all the things you can see from where you're sitting? The entirety of my bedroom.

What's the last sentence you spoke out loud? “JAY KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY”

Have you changed your default settings on your computer? Some of them just to change some aspects of the appearance, but I didn’t do a complete overhaul.

What year did you turn seven in? 2005.

How important is sex in a relationship how important is sex from 1-10? For me, probably like a 3 or 4.

What is your favourite shade of blue? Sky or royal.

Shade of Purple? BTS purple, I guess? Hahaha.

Favourite shape? I don’t have one.

Do you know a girl called Sharon? Nope.

How about Shari? Nope.

Do you shave your arms, legs, pubic hair and/or somewhere else? I shave, but not all of these areas.

When was the last time you were sick? May 2020 was the last time I felt like death.

What's the worst side effects you've had due to a medication? I’ve never gone through side effects from a medication.

What does your signature look like? A very lazy scribble of the first and last letters of my whole name.

Do you like silk? What do you own that is silk? It’s okay, but I never actively search for it. I have one set of silk pajamas but that’s it.

Do you sip or drink hot drinks fast? As much as possible I don’t like getting in contact with hot beverages. I wait for them to cool down considerably before I take my first sip.

How about with alcohol? Sure, I like to take them fast so that I don’t feel the nasty burn on my tongue.

Do you have sisters? How many, what ages and what're they called? Nina is turning 21 this year.

Is your grandmother older than sixty five? Both of them are, yeah.

Do you slam doors often? Nope.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face? For what reason? Yes. Because he had slapped me first. I was in so much shock that my first and only instinct was to hit back.

Do you snack a lot or just eat big meals? I like letting myself go hungry then reward myself with a very generous serving to eat in one go.

Do you smile more often, or frown? Smile.

Are you wearing socks? No, I haven’t worn any in a while.

Do you say sorry too often? Yes.

What's a sound that always soothes you? This. I always play it before turning in, or when I need to calm down.

Do you carry a lot of spare change? How much is on you now? Not so much anymore, since I’ve been increasingly going cashless.

Do you own a swimsuit of the Speedo brand? I don’t think so.

Do you like sunflowers? They have a personal meaning to me, so yes. It’s not my ultra favorite, though.

[gallus-rising]

yanno i’m just as excited for part 6 to eventually get animated as the next person but also this will be the largest the fandom’s ever been and as we all know the bigger the fandom the more the drama and i’ve got prophet eyes so let me share with you guys some of the visions of the future i’ve gleamed

- Jolyne is a perfect Gold Star Gay™ lesbian and if you bring up any of the canon evidence that she’s bi/pan you’re lesbphobic

- Anasui fans rip in peace it was nice knowing you guys

- related: some people are going to live in AU-land where Anasui was never genderswapped after his introduction, and that’s all well and good, but those same people are also going to change absolutely nothing about his personalty/backstory, still ship him with Jolyne, and then act morally superior to all the other Anasui fans

- Foo Fighters can be read as autistic is minor-coded so if you ship her with anyone you’re a gross freak uwu

- all Dio/Pucci shippers are going to become retroactively problematic

- also assuming we consider Dio/Pucci to be canon all Dio fans as a whole will also become retroactively problematic

- remember how there were some people that didn’t like part 5 all that much, and instead of just saying “I don’t like part 5″ they accused part 5 stans of literally romanticizing and supporting the actual real life Italian mob? get ready for that but with the prison-industrial complex

- artists that draw Ermes with her canon skin color will be bullied out of the fandom for “white-washing” her

- is Jotaro a good dad who was just trying to protect his family, or is he an evil deadbeat who abandoned his daughter? remember guys there’s no room for nuance here

- the “is Pucci black or dark-skinned Italian” debate will be reignited because, as you all know, it’s impossible for people of Italian descent to also be black

- i can’t think of how but i’m certain that some redditors will come up with new and inventive ways to be racist about Pucci. you can do it guys, i believe in you

- and speaking of reddit. some chucklefuck over there is going to make a shitty prison r*pe joke and the Discourse™ will completely engulf the entire fandom. it will be all any of us hear about for weeks. it will be treated as if r*pe jokes are a fandom wide problem, and not something restricted to like 14 dudebros that will get permabanned off r/shitpostcrusaders for meme reposting too much

k that’s all i’ve got for now lol feel free to add anything you think i’ve missed

[addictedforbooksquad]

P I C K (S)  O F  T H E  M O N T H: M A Y

The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite

Passion on Park Avenue by Lauren Layne

Mistborn: The Alloy Era Series by Brandon Sanderson

Mistborn: Secret History by Brandon Sanderson

Marriage for One by Ella Maise

A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin

The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite

Genres: Historical Romance, LGBT, F/F romance

Synopsis:

As Lucy Muchelney watches her ex-lover’s sham of a wedding, she wishes herself anywhere else. It isn’t until she finds a letter from the Countess of Moth, looking for someone to translate a groundbreaking French astronomy text, that she knows where to go. Showing up at the Countess’ London home, she hoped to find a challenge, not a woman who takes her breath away. Catherine St Day looks forward to a quiet widowhood once her late husband’s scientific legacy is fulfilled. She expected to hand off the translation and wash her hands of the project—instead, she is intrigued by the young woman who turns up at her door, begging to be allowed to do the work, and she agrees to let Lucy stay. But as Catherine finds herself longing for Lucy, everything she believes about herself and her life is tested. While Lucy spends her days interpreting the complicated French text, she spends her nights falling in love with the alluring Catherine. But sabotage and old wounds threaten to sever the threads that bind them. Can Lucy and Catherine find the strength to stay together or are they doomed to be star-crossed lovers?

Why we love it:

a beautiful love story between two women

female friendships and women supporting women

characters who find out about Lucy and Catherine are not homophobic but rather supportive

focus on both romance AND personal journeys of the characters

sexism and misogyny are challenged, by both female and male characters (some of them at least)

beautiful, poetic passages

Trigger warnings: mentions of emotional abuse, sexism, misogyny

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Passion on Park Avenue by Lauren Layne

Genres: Romance, Contemporary, New Adult

Synopsis:

For as long as she can remember, Bronx-born Naomi Powell has had one goal: to prove her worth among the Upper East Side elite—the same people for which her mom worked as a housekeeper. Now, as the strongminded, sassy CEO of one of the biggest jewelry empires in the country, Naomi finally has exactly what she wants—but it’s going to take more than just the right address to make Manhattan’s upper class stop treating her like an outsider. The worst offender is her new neighbor, Oliver Cunningham—the grown son of the very family Naomi’s mother used to work for. Oliver used to torment Naomi when they were children, and as a ridiculously attractive adult, he’s tormenting her in entirely different ways. Now they find themselves engaged in a battle-of-wills that will either consume or destroy them… Filled with charm and heart and plenty of sex and snark, this entertaining series will hook you from the very first page.

Why we love it:

ambitious millionaire female character whose story is basically about rags to riches

soft male character

female friendships and dynamics are amazing

cute love story

Lauren Layne’s style has improved so much and it’s time to start reading her books

Trigger warnings: n/a

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Mistborn: The Alloy Era series by Brandon Sanderson

Genres: Fantasy, High Fantasy, Adult

Synopsis:

Three hundred years after the events of the Mistborn trilogy, Scadrial is now on the verge of modernity, with railroads to supplement the canals, electric lighting in the streets and the homes of the wealthy, and the first steel-framed skyscrapers racing for the clouds. Kelsier, Vin, Elend, Sazed, Spook, and the rest are now part of history—or religion. Yet even as science and technology are reaching new heights, the old magics of Allomancy and Feruchemy continue to play a role in this reborn world. Out in the frontier lands known as the Roughs, they are crucial tools for the brave men and women attempting to establish order and justice. One such is Waxillium Ladrian, a rare Twinborn who can Push on metals with his Allomancy and use Feruchemy to become lighter or heavier at will. After twenty years in the Roughs, Wax has been forced by family tragedy to return to the metropolis of Elendel. Now he must reluctantly put away his guns and assume the duties and dignity incumbent upon the head of a noble house. Or so he thinks, until he learns the hard way that the mansions and elegant tree-lined streets of the city can be even more dangerous than the dusty plains of the Roughs. 

Why we love it:

amazing writing

plots and twists all around

we see familiar faces from the first trilogy *wink wink*

SO. MUCH. FUN.

western-sherlock-fantasy

most adorable character ever, that's on the spectrum

Trigger warnings: violence

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Mistborn: Secret History by Brandon Sanderson

Genres: Fantasy, High Fantasy, Adult

Synopsis:

Mistborn: Secret History is a companion story to the original Mistborn trilogy. As such, it contains HUGE SPOILERS for the books Mistborn (The Final Empire), The Well of Ascension, and The Hero of Ages. It also contains very minor spoilers for the book The Bands of Mourning. Mistborn: Secret History builds upon the characterization, events, and worldbuilding of the original trilogy. Reading it without that background will be a confusing process at best. In short, this isn’t the place to start your journey into Mistborn. (Though if you have read the trilogy—but it has been a while—you should be just fine, so long as you remember the characters and the general plot of the books.) Saying anything more here risks revealing too much. Even knowledge of this story’s existence is, in a way, a spoiler. There’s always another secret.  

Why we love it:

view on Mistborn Era 1 events from different perspective

reunions that will make you cry

we get SOME answers as well from Mistborn Era 1 and 2

Trigger warnings: violence

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Marriage for One by Ella Maise

Genres: Romance, Contemporary, New Adult

Synopsis:

Jack and I, we did everything backward. The day he lured me into his office-which was also the first day we met-he proposed. You'd think a guy who looked like him-a bit cold maybe, but still striking and very unattainable-would only ask the love of his life to marry him, right? You'd think he must be madly in love. Nope. It was me he asked. A complete stranger who had never even heard of him. A stranger who had been dumped by her fiancé only weeks before. You'd think I'd laugh in his face, call him insane-and a few other names-then walk away as quickly as possible. Well…I did all those things except the walking away part. It took him only minutes to talk me into a business deal…erm, I mean marriage, and only days for us to officially tie the knot. Happiest day of my life. Magical. Pop the champagne… Not. It was the worst day. Jack Hawthorne was nothing like what I'd imagined for myself. I blamed him for my lapse in judgment. I blamed his eyes, the ocean blue eyes that looked straight into mine unapologetically, and that frown on his face I had no idea I would become so fascinated with in time. It wasn't long after he said I was the biggest mistake of his life that things started to change. No, he still didn't talk much, but anyone can string a few words together. His actions spoke the loudest to me. And day after day my heart started to get a mind of its own. One second he was no one. The next he became everything. One second he was unattainable. The next he seemed to be completely mine. One second I thought we were in love. The next it was still nothing but a lie. After all, I was Rose and he was Jack. We were doomed from the very beginning with those names. Did you expect anything else?

Why we love it:

soft and bubbly female character

broody male character

fake marriage trope

slowburn + cutest romance with a lil’ bit of angst

development is A+++

Trigger warnings: n/a

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A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin

Genres: Fantasy, High Fantasy, Adult

Synopsis:

Long ago, in a time forgotten, a preternatural event threw the seasons out of balance. In a land where summers can last decades and winters a lifetime, trouble is brewing. The cold is returning, and in the frozen wastes to the north of Winterfell, sinister and supernatural forces are massing beyond the kingdom’s protective Wall. At the center of the conflict lie the Starks of Winterfell, a family as harsh and unyielding as the land they were born to. Sweeping from a land of brutal cold to a distant summertime kingdom of epicurean plenty, here is a tale of lords and ladies, soldiers and sorcerers, assassins and bastards, who come together in a time of grim omens. Here an enigmatic band of warriors bear swords of no human metal; a tribe of fierce wildlings carry men off into madness; a cruel young dragon prince barters his sister to win back his throne; and a determined woman undertakes the most treacherous of journeys. Amid plots and counterplots, tragedy and betrayal, victory and terror, the fate of the Starks, their allies, and their enemies hangs perilously in the balance, as each endeavors to win that deadliest of conflicts: the game of thrones.

Why we love it:

high fantasy political drama 

well-written dialogue

if you’re already a fan of the TV show, the book gives you an even more detailed account of events with characters POVs while these key moments play out

amazing world building and backstory with so much thought and detail

GRRM has successfully achieved a whole new universe

full of backstabbing, bloody battles and political intrigue

multiple POVs

Trigger warnings: rape, sexual abuse of a minor, graphic violence, sexual violence, incest, misogyny