#phew! I forgot to do this last night!

[anxi-aashi]

SJCKEBCEJGNF I LOVE YOUR WRITING BABES! Honestly your pirate series and giving childe a bj was hot omg- Can I request like Husband! Childe x Wife! Reader? Like childe wants a another kid or smth even thought they have so many XD and just you know breeding reader or smth- Ajfjehfjrjff anyways you're amazing!!!!! love you :>>>> <33333

a/n: TYSM this took me absolutely way too long to finish BUT im officially on spring break now so hopefully I'll be able to write some more again!

cw: breeding (with intent), praise, fem!reader, fingering, kids (derogatory), not proofread, lmk if I forgot anything!

At last, your crotch goblins were asleep.

It felt like years had passed just trying to get them to settle down after dinner, much less convince them to get into bed; your youngest spent about fifteen minutes arguing with his dad in the bathroom before finally brushing his teeth.

And yet, as you and your husband wandered past the doorways of all five of your kids, watching them sleep without a care in the world, you felt a sort of contentness fill your chest knowing you’d probably have to do it all over again the next night.

While watching your third shift in her sleep, drooling, Childe joined you, resting his head atop yours and rubbing a palm on your arm soothingly. “Phew! That took forever,” he remarked in a whisper.

You snickered along with him and turned to meet his eyes. “You’re pooped, too? Thought you were all about the thrill of danger.”

He snorted softly. “Right, nothing more dangerous than five gremlins who napped a little too long after lunch.” His gaze slipped to your third behind you, now passed out flat on her stomach, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Let’s follow their lead tonight, hm?”

With that, he led you to the room you both shared. The two of you went about your nightly routines in comfortable silence, you brushing your teeth while Childe picked out something for the two of you to watch together before bed. Or at least, you thought he was.

Childe was not doing that. Instead, he watched you, his wife. Wife. It still hit him every now and then that you were his, no matter how long you two had been married. What did you see in him that made you say yes when he proposed? When he first asked you out? He’d probably never know.

He knew what he saw in you, though. And somewhere in that long list of qualities (that he had written on his phone), was your pussy.

The same pussy that birthed his five kids. The same one that got so wet every time he whispered something filthy in your ear. That hugged his dick so perfectly.

Fuck, he was hard. And you were none the wiser, simply rinsing the toothpaste from your mouth like normal. 

Childe’s eyes trailed down to your ass as you bent over the sink. Down your legs, up to your stomach covered with the fabric from your fitted tank top. He pictured it— remembered it— stretched out and swollen, round with his kid growing inside. You had looked so good pregnant. Every time. 

And suddenly, he really wanted to see you pregnant again. 

Hands snaked around your waist as you washed your face, drawing your attention to the mirror in front of you. “Hm, what’s up?” you asked his reflection.

Childe remained silent, opting to take his time feeling you up instead. His hands idly roamed around your stomach, grazing the sides of your breasts, leaving tingles of goosebumps in their wake, until finally landing on your hips and pulling you flush against him.

A squeak of surprise escaped you, a question close behind, but the motives behind his behavior became clear when you noticed his hard-on nestled snugly between your ass cheeks. “Ajax! You can’t wait five minutes for me to finish here?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he mused, ignoring your protest.

You bent over to rinse the soap from your face. “‘A while?’ Did you already forget how you practically jumped me the other day after the kids went to school?”

“I mean since we had one.”

You paused at his clarification, standing up straight to meet his eyes through the mirror. 

He had that look in his eye— one you had seen many times before. Five times, to be exact. Childe smoothed his hands over your hips, the pressure combined with the dull throbbing of his cock against your ass making you dizzy. “You always look so beautiful carrying my baby. Let me give you another one?” 

You forced yourself to think around the growing arousal simmering in your blood. “You want another baby or you just want to get me knocked up again? Pretty important difference, there.”

His grin was devious as one of his hands migrated to slide into your panties. “I think six is a much better number than five, don’t you think?” A finger grazed your slick folds. Childe’s grin only grew wider. “Kinda feels like you agree with me.”

You tilted your head to lean against his shoulder, relishing in the sensations of his fingers teasing your sex. “Please,” you breathed.

That was all he needed to hear. Ever the gentleman, your husband transported you swiftly to the bed, wasting no time pulling your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs while you rid yourself of your top. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair to pull his face to yours, lips meeting in a messy kiss. 

Childe ground his hips into yours, sending waves of heat pulsing through your limbs and encouraging more slick to seep from your cunt. He moaned into your mouth, the kiss becoming sloppy as impatience and need had you panting rather than meeting his lips. You were hot, so hot, desperate for any sort of attention that would soothe the steady ache building in your core, that when he finally dipped a finger into your drooling cunt, a loud moan ripped from your throat.

A hand slapped over your mouth, muffling any further sounds you made. Childe panted down at you, panic and lust etched into his face. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, “Don’t want to wake the little ones up, do we?”

You shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to keep fingering you.

“Good girl.” His finger slowly pulled out of you, only to sink back in up to the knuckle; again, again— another finger joined— again, again, until the steady pace he set had your pussy singing his praises in lewd squelches. 

Grateful as you were for the stimulation, it wasn’t enough. You brought up a hand on top of his that covered your mouth, lifting it up just enough to gasp, “Please, please, want you inside me, wan’ you to fill me up.”

The dark chuckle Childe let out was almost patronizing. “Aw, my fingers aren’t enough for you? So impatient tonight,” he cooed, curling his fingers up to tease your g-spot before pulling them out. 

“Don't worry, I’ll fill you up soon.”

And soon came faster than you expected. This time, you’re thankful that Childe’s hand was still so close to your mouth, otherwise the whine that you let out would’ve had you answering some very concerned questions from your kids. His cock sunk into you with ease and without warning, and you were suddenly reminded of how whole you felt when he gave you the piece you were missing. A shudder rippled through your body as he rolled his hips into yours, rutting with a need that you could tell was out of his control. 

But just as it was starting to feel good, he paused, moving his hands to grip the back of your thighs to fold you into a mating press before you could complain at the loss of movement.

With your cunt bared open to him in the new position, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with ease, grazing by the gummy spot hidden within your walls with every pass. Childe hissed in a breath when he felt you squeeze around him, hips stuttering into a steady pace that gave you no room to breathe. 

The room was getting hot. Or maybe that was you? Childe always did have the nasty habit of fucking you out of your head, and now that he had a purpose in mind, you had a feeling you were going to be walking a little funny the next day.

Every slam of his cock sent your knees knocking into the mattress beside your head. Every slap of his balls against your ass as he filled you to the hilt with every thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Every filthy thing your husband uttered without shame triggered another wave of slick to coat his cock, making it all the more easy for him to fuck you however he wanted. 

“Can’t wait to get you pregnant again,” he panted. “I hope it's a girl— your tits always look so— hah— so much bigger with a girl.” The bed was creaking. “We’re gonna get it right on the first try, ‘kay? Not wasting time with a negative test. ‘M just gonna have to fill you enough tonight so that it takes. And you—” A hand of his left your thigh to swipe vigorously over your swollen clit. Your back arched, mouth dropping open with a whine. “--- You, are gonna cum as many times as you want. Got it, sweetheart?”

“A-jax,” you whimpered. “I— gonna—”

“Ohh, already?” he crooned. “Go ahead, cum on my cock. Want you to feel good while I knock you up.”

Your first orgasm of the night ripped through you, the coil in your stomach snapping. This time it was you who covered your mouth the block the gutteral moan that threatened to make itself heard. The walls of your pussy clamped down on Childe, a small squeak accompanying the juices that spurted around his dick as he worked you through your high. 

“Fuuuck, yes, just like that. So good, mmmh.” A bright flush glowed from under his pale skin, covering his face and sweat-soaked chest. His thumb stopped its assault on your clit to catch a dribble of your cum that slid down your ass. 

You were almost a little disappointed when he didn’t offer it to you for a taste, but the sight of him licking it clean was more than enough to make it up. And enough of a distraction from the steadily building overstimulation of Childe’s cock still, albeit slowly, rocking into you. 

A tear slid down your cheek, prompting Childe to lean over you to lick it up as well. He propped himself up by your head, his tongue dragged lightly across your cheekbone, then followed up with a multitude of kisses around your face. He finally reached your lips, rewarding you with a languid kiss, rimmed with the tang you recognized from your cum. 

Against your lips, Childe continued to mumble praises in between sloppy kisses, each sentence egging him on to chase his release. “You taste so good.” His warm breath graced your mouth as he spoke. He was too close, too warm, you were too warm, the heat radiating off the both of you so palpable you swear you could touch it. And it was his fault. “I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking beautiful. Mother of my kids.” A hand of his drifted down to palm your tummy, pressing down until you could both feel his dick rearranging your guts beneath your skin. “Feel me here? That’s where I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so much it’ll be dripping out of you and I’ll just have to fuck it back in.”

You yelped as he buried his head into the crook of your neck to better focus on drilling his cock into your g-spot. “Ajax!”

“Fuck, yes, say my name. Say my name. Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, Ajax, it’s yours! ‘S your pussy— please cum, please, please,” you sobbed. 

“‘M almost there, almost— ” he cut himself off with a groan. His thrusts turned sloppy, steady pounding shifting to erratic jackhammering before his hips stuttered, and he pushed himself to the hilt again before spilling his load into you. 

You sighed in bliss, basking in the warmth settled in your belly. As Childe caught his breath, he picked his head up to look at you quizzically. 

“You didn’t cum again.”

You shook your head with a raspy laugh. “It's ok.”

Inside your cunt, you felt his cock twitch. He arched an eyebrow at you. “You’re right, it is. You’ll cum again soon anyways.” Childe slid out of you, making you whine at the loss before wrapping an arm around your waist and carrying you with him as he sat up, plopping you in his lap. 

“Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

[joocomics]

only for tonight

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special 2023 *ੈ✩

pairings: jooyeon x fem!reader x jiseok

genre: smut wc: 5k

summary: jooyeon sucks at secret santa, and when he shows up empty handed at the party where everyone’s exchanging their presents, he decides to gift his friend you for the night

warnings: dub-con, toxic relationships, possessive behaviour

contains: sub!reader, unprotected sex, cuckolding that turns into a threesome, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (m/f), choking (f!rec), spanking, cussing, name calling (slut/whore), deepthroating, alcohol consumption, a few slaps here and there, a sprinkle of anal play but no anal sex (f!rec)

“Seriously, Jooyeon? How could you forget?” You whisper as loudly as you possibly could with the loud music blasting in the room. “It’s a Christmas party,” you add to emphasize his foolish mistake. He doesn’t seem to care though, swallowing the last few sips of yet another alcoholic drink, while you both follow Jiseok’s footsteps.

“Look, I get it, you can stop nagging now,” he hisses in a slightly irritated tone. “I’ll just get him something next week or something, it’s not a big deal,” he says, as you see Jiseok pointing at a white door.

You pass by the guests, leaving the living area and the three of you enter in which seems to be his bedroom.

You look around, enjoying the much quieter space. Jiseok’s apartment currently is definitely too crowded for your taste and this little empty corner of it was a nice change of scenery. Most of the time when there’s parties like this one you just decline the invitation, but it’s Christmas, and it’s Jiseok’s first big party in his new apartment, there was no way you could’ve miss it.

He was one of the few nice friends of Jooyeon who you didn’t mind being around.

He quickly opens and closes the wardrobe which is mostly empty like the rest of the room. The only thing he’s made is the bed and his gaming chair, the rest of his belongings are still waiting in an unopened boxes, except a few bags of clothes. He jumps over the scattered mess before walking up to you with a small present in his hand.

“Merry Christmas,” he gives you a genuine ear-to-ear smile before speaking again as you stare at the gift. “Pulled your name for Secret Santa.”

“Oh, really? Thank you, Jiseok…” you smile back, gently touching the red ribbon. “Merry Christmas to you too!”

Behind you Jooyeon leans back on the wooden desk, watching with interest how the scene unfolds.

“Awhh,” he imitates your surprised gasps while crossing arms to his chest. “Open it already! Let’s see if it’s better than what I got you.”

You roll your eyes at the comments just for Jiseok to see. He only laughs, finding Jooyeon’s overreaction humorous while you on the other hand couldn’t help, but feel like it rubbed you the wrong way.

Jiseok takes a step back, giving you time to open the gift. You rip off the festive wrapping paper, and after the small velvety box opens, you see a delicate silver bracelet that makes you swallow your tongue in surprise. You did not expect such a beautiful piece.

“Oh my goodness, it’s gorgeous! I-I don’t know what to say…” You take it out carefully.

“Phew, thank god I don’t have to go back to that store.” Jiseok’s face puckers as if he remembers something really unpleasant. “Glad you like it though.”

“Absolutely,” you say, when you feel Jooyeon’s presence appearing behind your shoulder.

“Do you need help putting it on?” He steals the jewellery from your hand, viewing it up close.

You nod without saying a word as something unsettling drops to the pit of your stomach from the way he’s suddenly behaving.

He reaches for your wrist while Jiseok is already about to exit the room.

“Alright, I gotta return to my party, I’ll wait fo—“

“Actually,” Jooyeon cuts him off, clasping the dangling bracelet. “I was supposed to get you something too, but I completly forgot. Hope you don’t mind.” He holds your hand between his two palms for several seconds before letting it go.

“Of course not,” Jiseok grins, finding the possibility amusing. “No biggie.” He opens the door, but his friend interrupts again.

“You’re not mad? It’s your party after all, and you got my girlfriend a nice present.”

“Dude, don’t worry about it. You’ll buy me a beer and we’re even.” He shrugs shoulders with eyes still smiling. His hand holds the door lock, as he notices some changes in Jooyeon’s expression.

“Now that I think about it… I actually might have something for you,” Jooyeon’s lips slid upwards, causing Jiseok to raise a brow.

“And that is?”

“Y/N. Only for tonight, of course.”

“What?” you exclaim, hoping for an immediate explanation.

Jiseok’s surprise follows yours with a delay, because he wasn’t sure if he heard right.

“What are you talking about?” he asks just when you move to stand between the two of them.

You and Jooyeon are face to face, but it’s like he looks right through you. You couldn’t understand a word of his at this point. Instead of giving you some clarity he takes a quick look at his phone.

“There’s an hour and a half left till midnight. I think that’s more than enough.” He shoves the cellphone back in his pocket, and waits for any reaction from Jiseok who could only stare at him in disbelief.

“I don’t think I get it,” he shakes his head, not able to take the idea seriously. It sounds too good to be true, especially from the mouth of Jooyeon who doesn’t let any guy from his friend group even breathe next to you.

“I’m giving you one hour with my girlfriend,” your boyfriend explains in a completely calm manner that made your skin crawl. “That’s my christmas gift.” A delighted smile takes over his face when he wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Come on, don’t pretend in front of me.”

Jiseok attempts to say something back, but he only gets silenced as Jooyeon’s rising voice dominates the conversation.

“We’re friends and good friends share with each other, right Y/N?”

You couldn’t recognise your own boyfriend at that moment.

“She was so worried that I didn’t buy you anything. Tsk, my sweet considerate kitten, always looking out for others.” He eyes you up and down, grinning mischievously and still not letting go of Jiseok. “I know you want to fuck her,” he whispers in his ear. “You’ve always wanted to.”

“Jooyeon…” your breath hitches as you look for the right words. He couldn’t be talking seriously. He couldn’t give you to someone else.

“Yes, doll.”

Jiseok flinches after Jooyeon pulls away. He comes up to caress your cheeks, anticipating your words. Either his fingertips are cold or you’re just on fire all of a sudden, you couldn’t tell.

Before you can form a coherent thought, Jooyeon forces his lips on top of yours. The jewellery box falls from your hand as you wince from his grip. The alcoholic taste flows into your mouth when he parts your lips to slip his tongue, stimulating all of your senses.

Whatever the situation was, Jooyeon’s touch always brought butterflies in your stomach, making you forget what’s happening around you, and that drove you crazy.

Your mouth begins moving like it has a life of its own, letting more of his tongue in, smooching his bottom lip and swallowing more of his breaths.

“He’s watching, right?” He drops the question between your kisses with an erotic raspiness to it.

You pull back, peaking from his shoulder and catch Jiseok’s stare. This makes him immediatelly look to the other side of the room, acting as if he didn’t see a thing.

“Go sit down.”

With your legs trembling, you do as Jooyeon commands, sitting at the end of the bed. He comes to grip on the sides of your turtleneck sweater, fully removing it from your body. The sudden chilly air makes you shiver as you remain in your lacy bralette.

“Let’s show him how fucking gorgeous you are.”

He tosses the piece of clothing on the ground and glares at his friend.

Jiseok sighs, running a hand through his dark hair as he always does when he’s contemplating about something. He walks around the room, straying away as far as possible, but his attention turns back to you every time. He tries to compose himself, however, his body language betrays him.

Suddenly all of the perverse thoughts he’s had of you on the days you’ve hung out together can be evident in his expressions.

Jooyeon sees them all.

“You’re very quiet over there.” Your boyfriend evokes.

“What do you want me to say?” Jiseok raises his voice as his expression transforms into something different than what it used to be. “Yeah, I want to fuck her, so what?” He scoffs after he sees Jooyeon’s satisfied smirk follow.

He watches him jump on the bed without paying more attention to him.

The truth is, Jooyeon has been secretly wanting to share you with someone for a while now, and the only person he’s willing to do it with is Jiseok. They grew up together, and Jooyeon has learned through the years how to read every single expression of his face. He’s perfectly aware that Jiseok has been dreaming to fuck you the day he introduced you to him as his girlfriend - alone, he can bet.

Your heart starts raising as both of them finally surround you. Jiseok gets closer only to drop down in your legs.

“He’s been wanting to do this for so long, sweetheart, let him have a taste.” He moves your hair across the shoulder to kiss your neck. He knows this is a very easy way to make you lower your guard, it was one of your favorite places to feel him on your body. The numbness in your bones gradually decreases with every warm nibble he makes at your flesh.

You open your eyes wide when you feel your jeans unzip. Jooyeon gets you to stand up and you nervously pull them off, so close to Jiseok who’s sitting on his knees in anticipation that’s too obvious.

He couldn’t control his gaze as much as before. He follows the length of your legs - from your feet, kneecaps, to your plush thighs, that seem not so resistant as before. Instead of staying closed, they slowly open, revealing the dark violet color of your underwear.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl…” Your boyfriend traces a finger down to your bellybutton. “With the most delicious cunt,” he presses his middle finger hard exactly on your clit, causing you to hold your breath. “Time runs fast, if you want to get your dick inside, you better start eating,” he glares down at his friend, before pulling your panties, leaving them to hang around your ankles.

For Jiseok this is like a slap in the face. He would’ve never imagined that of all girls he knows, he would get to taste you - the main character in most of his fantasies. He twitches in his underwear as he completely removes you from your own.

“Excited?” Your boyfriend asks, braking him out of his trance and gives your bare pussy a harsh slap.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out, wetting his lips.

Jooyeon watches with amusement the way he gulps while thirsting over the view. He can fuck you whenever he wants while his friend gets only an hour.

It takes you a second to realise this is really happening. When Jiseok goes in between your inner thighs and lets his flat tongue slide up your folds, you feel your brain shutting off.

He doesn’t start slow. He doesn’t even give you a chance to get used to his unfamiliar mouth. He twirls his tongue up your clit, causing you to gasp over and over again. His jaw moves in a rush, as he’s trying to eat as much as he can from you, in case Jooyeon changes his mind. You can feel how you warm up inside from every harsh lick he leaves on you, each one getting stronger and only better than the last one. It forces your teeth to chew on your lips, repressing every sound that creeps up in your throat.

It doesn’t feel right to show how much you actually like this.

“Damn, he’s not playing,” Jooyeon cackles at Jiseok’s face digging harder into you, as he holds your legs apart. “But a slut like you must enjoy that, right?” He looks at your lips pressed desperately together, taking it as an answer.

Jiseok moves onto slurping greedily at your slickness in a way that makes you believe a single drop doesn’t get wasted. His on going muffled moans shoot vibrations through your core only adding to the already existing moisture. You were not the only one aware of the lewd squelching noises in the room, because you could feel the growing boner poking at you from behind. It means you’re really as wet as you feel, and it means Jooyeon knows it too.

Your cheeks flush as the need for more gradually builds up in your lower tummy, making you muddle over the thought of cumming in front of them. If Jiseok doesn’t stop soon it will be impossible to keep hiding your emotions, and you’re not sure what would that mean for you. Is this really what Jooyeon wants?

“Shit, you sound so pretty down there, kitten,” Jooyeon’s warm alcoholic breath kissess your face, as you press your tilted head in the crook of his neck. “Getting wetter, huh?”

He makes sure to follow carefully every little flinch of your body; how your chest now falls quicker than it did minutes ago. How your legs occassionaly make his hands shake, forcing him to tighten the grip around them. He’s impressed you made it this far without moaning, but also flattered.

Your legs drop to the floor at the same exact moment Jiseok pulls back from your pussy for the first time since he went down on you. He allows you to take a good look of his glistening face, as the stripes of your bra slip from your shoulders. The lust in his eyes becomes so apparent as the lingerie exposes your chest, that all of your doubts and insecurities begin to fade away. The immediate thought that runs into your mind from gazing at his seducing plump lips makes your heart skip a beat. How have you not noticed his attractiveness till now? You watch him take his slender fingers to his mouth, gathering all of the wetness you coated him with only to suck it off with ease. The provocativeness in his act makes your adrenaline rush go higher, but the unexpected words after it even more.

“Sweet,” he humms in a dreamy voice. “Just how I expected you to be.”

You swallow shyly, as if you were sucking on the sticky mess along with him. As much as you want to, you can’t deny it - he turns you on.

You jerk up from your seat as Jooyeon’s own fingers brush through your exposed nipples, stealing your attention away from Jiseok, who on the other hand uses the opportunity to pull you down a little, so he could draw in your entire cunt into his face.

“Fuck her hole with tongue, she loves that shit.”

With your sensitive perked up nipples being pulled on, and Jiseok’s experienced tongue moving in and out of you, it’s no use to resist anymore. You squeeze your eyes and let it out as if Jiseok’s not there at all.

“Ahh, that’s it,” your boyfriend smirks approvingly over your soft cries, tightly holding you in his lap. “Don’t hold back, dirty girl, I wanna see how big of a whore you can get. Let it all out for me.”

When he catches your fingers tugging on the sheets from the overwhelming amount of tongue fucking, he leaves your breasts and forces your wrists behind your back.

Meanwhile, Jiseok suddenly moves his tongue between your lips, slowly sliding his way up to your clit. He sucks on the swollen bud relentlessly, as he fills up your needy hole with two fingers. You arch your spine, while every twist makes your legs shake every two seconds in the air. You don’t realise you’re about to close them around his head from the sensational feeling until he stops you with his free hand, as he begins to aim at your sweet spot with the other - knuckles deep inside you.

It feels so good you could feel the room spinning without lifting your eyelids.

“Fuck, gonna cum any second now…” Jooyeon grunts, but his words could be barely heard from your moaning, that only gets louder. “You’re so fuckin’ easy.” The knuckles of his hands are almost white from keeping your wrists tightly together while your body squirms out of control because of another guy. His vision turns hazy, an effect from the mixture of arousal and alcohol flowing in his veins while Jiseok savours every second of your orgasm.

After the fingers curled up between your walls slow down, your body loosens up like it’s made of jelly. You rest your head on Jooyeon’s thigh, feeling lightheaded and out of breath while his palm strokes your scalp gently like it’s praising you.

“Time to fill you up, doll.” He says, finding your mouth with his fingers. You stick out your tongue feeling their familiar warm texture, as you realise that for the first time tonight his voice sounds softer. The moment you’re about to wrap your lips around them though, he pulls away.

You shift on the bed, not sure what exactly to do, while both of them unbuckle their pants.

“You’re not allowed to look at her face from now on, got it?” Jooyeon warns Jiseok who only nods, but also very clearly tries to hold back a chuckle as well. “I’m serious.”

“Got it.” Jiseok replies more earnestly, stroking his erected cock at the sight of you waiting on all fours in the middle of his bed. The flushed look of your spread cunt dripping down your skin, and clenching from thin air makes him so impatient, but he has to wait for Jooyeon to do the first move, or he risks ruining his chance.

You suck your bottom lip, as you watch Jooyeon posing fully naked in front of you. He grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up.

“If I catch you looking anywhere else I’ll get very mad, kitten.”

You’re only able to nod at his threat.

“I know you enjoy acting like a slut, but you should know who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, Jooyeon,” you murmur weakly, tracing his thigh with one hand. You see the corners of his lips slid up, and you repeat the same words again. Slower this time, letting the effect sink under his skin.

While you have this moment with him, you could feel Jiseok’s presence getting closer from behind, and it makes your skin burn with a new type of desire you haven’t experienced before. It makes your pussy tingle from excitement, as you’re aware this isn’t something you should be feeling. The second his palm touches your waist you shiver from eagerness to feel him entering inside. You still haven’t recovered from your first release, but you don’t care.

Your nails dig into your boyfriend’s flesh, as you expand to meet Jiseok’s cock. Everything happens so easily, so smoothly from the way you got slippery wet beforehand. The immediate pleasure that shoots through your body makes your jaw drop immensely, but Jooyeon makes sure to close it by grabbing your face roughly with his big hand. He squeezes harshly, and you couldn’t believe the amount of arousal this brought you.

“Enjoy this while it lasts, doll,” he stares down at you while soft mewls drip through your squished lips, as Jiseok glides in and out. “You get to whore out, because I let you to. Don’t fuckin’ forget that.” His erection twiches at your pretty sounds, leaking precum from the sweet pressure.

What you’re doing right now is scandalous, and you would’ve never thought that you would agree to something like it in your whole life, but seeing how turned on Jooyeon gets, makes you want to go all the way.

“O-oh my god,” you moan through hitched breaths from Jiseok’s hips now thrusting into a much quickening pace.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, slut?” Jooyeon asks.

“Ngh-h, y-yes…” you admit, not able to look at him for too long from embarrassment.

“I knew it,” he grins, gazing at your pretty face with smeared makeup all over it. How it immediately blushes from his words. “I know you so well, my doll. Better than anyone.”

Your head drops down from neck pain when he lets go, leaving it to move back and forth from the pounding. You squel from swallowing Jiseok’s cock even deeper now, taking every new hit he sends to your g-spot. The skin around your waist burns from his fingertips gripping harder, as he aims for steady and more intense thrusts. Nasty cussing and deep moans keep flying from his mouth, blending with your own sounds, and you can’t help, but shut your eyes and hold on Jooyeon for support.

“Fuck, look at you already passing out,” he chuckles, removing your hands from himself.

You’re just about to adjust when an unexpected slap lands on your face and for a brief moment you lose all sorts of orientation. Your upper body sinks into the mattres meanwhile your toes curl at Jiseok’s continuous thrusting.

“Eyes up, slut.” Jooyeon demands, as he wraps a fist around his base, waiting for you to face him.

The only reason you’re able to keep yourself on your elbows is because your hole gets emptied, allowing you to catch your breath. You feel it twitching miserably from the sudden absence.

“Shit, she feels so good,” Jiseok traces a hand along your spine, before going back to your ass, giving it a loud smack. “I can do this all night,” he slaps harsher, earning a squeal from you.

You’re so tempted to turn around, but you shouldn’t.

While he plays with your cheeks Jooyeon gets closer, causing his flushed tip to brush at your drooling lips.

“Wider.” He grumbles at your pathetic attempt to open your mouth. It already hurts enough from moaning so much.

His head falls back, as you take more and more, freeing him of some of the tension. Your tongue doesn’t stop pleasing his thickness, as you move further, winning yourself a few praises by managing to take all of his length.

“Good job, sweetheart, take all of it for me..” he groans, not able to hold back from bucking his hips up anymore. He wants to feel as much as possible of your warm throat.

You concentrate on moving your mouth around him, keeping his pace, but Jiseok becomes a distraction. You sense his fingers moving to your folds, teasing, before gathering some of the fluids. He catches you off guard, when you realise he uses them as lube to massage your tiny asshole while you blow your boyfriend. Your stomach twirls from the new burst of arousal. Jooyeon has never done this to you.

When Jiseok catches you whining softly, he decides to add a little more pressure, keeping the circles on the sensitive spot going.

The overstimulating feeling makes you slow down your sucking, and you end up with only your boyfriend’s leaking head inside your mouth. The circles are getting addictive, and not enough at the same time.

Once Jooyeon catches that he gives your cheek another slap, that stings for a little longer this time.

“You’re slacking,” he complains, and you instantly swallow him whole again.

“Have you ever fucked her ass?” Jiseok asks, sliding a small portion of his index finger, already aware of what the answer is going to be.

As you help yourself with your fist, you accidentally grip the exposed base of Jooyeon’s cock a bit harsher than you’re supposed to when you feel the finger twist around, streching you, and caressing your nerves.

Jooyeon hisses from the pain, but a part of him certainly got turned on.

“No,” he admits dryly.

“I think she’d like it.” Jiseok plays with the tight hole that squeezes half of his finger so nicely, that it leads to him automatically fantasising another threesome in the future. With you being filled up both ways.

Jooyeon chuckles when you spit him out to free a drawed out whimper.

“We’ll try it out, right baby? Just the two of us.” He asks, shifting up to fill your drooling mouth again. “You’re a good little slut who loves getting filled up after all.”

Jiseok removes his finger slowly, watching how the hole clenches desperately afterwards. Lucent mess drips between your cheeks only increasing his cravings. He couldn’t help, but wonder what other things you’re probably missing out on in bed, as his hand crawls up your back again.

You wrap your lips around Jooyeon’s red leaking tip, sucking just how he likes it, while your skin shivers from the warm wandering palm. The sheets under you soak with spit, as you go further, speeding up the pace to get him to finish. When you welcome the head back into your throat, you hold for a moment, preparing to spit it out in the next few second for a quick break. However, just when you try to pull away, Jiseok’s hand appears around your neck, pushing you all the way back down.

“Need a hand?” He asks in your ear, as he keeps your head down with Jooyeon’s emphasised tip stabbing your throat.

Your forehead sinks into Jooyeon’s lower abdomen, as you get teary eyed, dripping on his skin. You grabble onto him for support when the strong grip begins to move you up and down his hard length.

“F-fuck, love that dirty mouth so much..” Your boyfriend sighs, as you make his balls harder by coating him with saliva, gags and pleading noises. He rests back on his hands, watching like hypnotised the way his friend takes full control over your mouth.

With his other hand Jiseok takes your tangled hair up in order for Jooyeon to enjoy the sight of the visible lump in your throat, swelling from his pulsing cock. Seconds later that feel more like hours he drags you up, letting you cough your lungs out, before forcing you down again, causing Jooyeon to almost break down from pleasure.

You can swear you hear them exchange words, but you have no idea what they are, cause the only thing on your mind is how badly you need to breathe. Both of them throb from arousal, as they continue to bully your inflamed throat with never ending pushes. And despite the painful suffocation they bring you, you enjoy every moment of it.

Without a warning, Jiseok shoves his soaked cock back inside you, taking a pathetically sounding scream from your stuffed mouth. After he leaves your neck alone, you feel a shooting pain flying through your body, and all of it comes from him forcing his dick mercilessly in and out of you. You lose control and choke, turning Jooyeon’s low moans into rising wails.

“F-fuck, fuck, just like that..” your boyfriend whines, pressing your resisting head down his stimulated erection. “Take it like a true slut, baby.”

The lewd noises echo through the walls, clashing with the strong skin on skin slapping, that’s like music to Jooyeon’s ears. All sounds coming from the party outside the door are blocked out from his mind, leaving room only for what slips out of your mouth and drenched stretched out pussy. They pull his peak closer and closer, until it shatters.

You don’t know how or when, but Jooyeon’s cock is out of your mouth, and instead it’s spraying your whole face with ropes of hot cum. You gasp for air while also fight the urge to cry, as keeping yourself steady for him becomes torture with Jiseok chasing his own orgasm from behind. The thick seed sticks all over your skin, dripping down your neck and lips. Your jaw is stiff, your throat burns, your cheeks are puffy from tears, but Jooyeon is moaning from pure bliss, and that’s all you comprehend. Everything before that is a blur.

“F-fuck… so damn tight..” Jiseok groans behind your shoulder, leaving scarlet patches on your hips. He slams into you like he doesn’t care if it wrecks your insides or not, causing the sweet burning pain to tighten the overwhelming knot in your tummy.

You look up at the ceiling when your throat gets grabbed on from behind.

“God, the things I’d do to you if it was just the two of us..” He whispers in your ear. You can feel the mischievous smirk he speaks through, it leaves the same effect that a single lick from his tongue would’ve left you. “Hope you think of me next time he fucks you, sweetie.” He coos in quietly in your ear. “Bet he doesn’t eat pussy like I do, hm?”

You’re too perplexed from his bold words to do anything except listen and hope the way they make you feel doesn’t show through your face.

“I can eat ass even better than that.”

“P-please…” you could only sob in response. Your arched spine stiffens with pain, meanwhile you feel the burning sensation clearly as ever. “Please, let m-me cum, please..”

“Look at your whore begging me so nicely..” Jiseok scoffs, glancing at his friend who’s watching with his head tilted against the wall. But when your gummy walls grip his cock harder, the mocking sound turns into a deep moan.

Jooyeon shuffles in his place, peeling off his back from the wall. He takes a better look of his cum sliding down your delicious neckline, as he reaches between your legs.

“Should we let her?” Jiseok asks before scrunching his lips. His thrusts become slower and sloppier, but they don’t loose any of their strength.

Your boyfriend grins at your pleading eyes, that could barely stay open, as he stimulates your clit in addition to Jiseok’s tip hitting rough at your cervix. He nods at his friend and makes his slim fingers move quicker.

“You can cum now, doll.” He tells you, not able to look away from your dirty face. He sighs, feeling his weak cock trying to get hard again. It was expected, you look so hot covered in a total mess, while getting fucked in front of his eyes. Jiseok is going to think of this every time he looks at you from now on, and that excited him even more.

“Kiss me, please…” You beg, making Jooyeon lean in and slide his tongue into your dry mouth without hesitation.

His quick fingers work your clit, forcing your orgasm to come as soon as possible. His tongue plays with yours through erotic deep kisses that steal the few breaths you got left from Jiseok’s hands squeezing your throat.

When you crumble from the intense heat that quickly follows from the knot finally snapping, Jooyeon’s mouth swallows your mix of moans and whines. They make his skin run hot, and his blood boil in a way that could not compare to any alcoholic drink he’s ever had.

After you turn around to face Jiseok you can feel his words from earlier still lingering somewhere inside your mind. From his fixated gaze you get the feeling it’s the same for him too. His abs clench vividly, and when you go lower you see the view of his thick cock which shape you got so familiar with, filling his fist.

You surprise yourself when without even giving it a second thought, you lean down, allowing him to release on your face.

“You’re so nasty, sweetie..” He tilts your chin up. “Letting me cum over your boyfriend’s mess on that pretty face,” he speaks excited, while you look at him back through your tired hazy eyes. “I was gonna paint your sexy ass, but I like this idea too.”

Seconds later, Jooyeon watches his friend’s fluids landing on top of your face; some of it getting caught in your hair. They mix with his own turning your lovely features into a sinful mess he wants to capture forever. Without saying a word he jumps from the bed leaving you and Jiseok staring at each other with both your chests falling up and down in sync.

As you stay still, feeling all of the cum sinking under your skin, you follow your boyfriend’s figure. He returns with a playful smile and his phone pointing right at your face. You blink at him stunned.

Jiseok immediately claps approvingly, it’s like Jooyeon reads his mind sometimes. He was just thinking the same thing.

As many people have told them before, they’re the same person just split into two different bodies.

“Smile, gorgeous,” your boyfriend says with a cheeky grin, and you obey.

As you always do.

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! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[poisonedspider]

TW: drama? I guess? It's fine, and I'm fine, but someone asked me last night so I figured I'd bring it up in a little Read More. If anyone is interested. Just wanted to put it out there I guess?? Shrug.

Yes, I do panic when people suddenly block me or unfollow me. No, I'm not going to stalk them (I used to, I won't lie. I won't say stalk, but I'm such an 'everyone get along PLEASE' type that I would log on to other accounts and try to have a conversation and ask if we could resolve things). I've grown from that and learned that people can do whatever they want, curate their own space, etc. Not everyone is going to like me (which, pfft, y'all missing out /jkjk).

But yeah, I do get anxious. I do spiral. I'm working on it, but it IS a legit trigger to me. It isn't something small and silly. Two years ago, I was cancelled in another RPC (if any of you know me, because some of you know me from over there, you know exactly what I'm talking about). I won't go into all of that here, but I am always open to talking about it! It isn't a secret at all to me, so reach out. The very long TLDR is I was falsely accused of something by someone that had cancelled people in many different fandoms. Beginning of last year, them and I had a long talk, they apologized profusely, things are fine now.

But everything that happened there still hits me. I go to therapy for this shit, no joke. I went from having 1000 some followers to 130ish give or take literally over night. I woke up to death threats. I had people trying to figure out my legal name so they could dox me, and try to get my licensure removed. It was a mess. I'll say about 95% of the people apologized over time. Said they shouldn't have followed the crowd because I've been nothing but kind to them. Basically, it's okay.

But it wasn't. I know this is just roleplay, but for a lot of us, this community means a lot. If I follow you, you're my friend. I might not talk to you ooc much if at all, but I watch your posts and I care about you all and I honestly spend most of my free time here talking to y'all then I do my irl friends. So imagine your entire community suddenly screaming about you with no evidence. Believing a rumor. (The sane ones were like...there is literally no evidence I don't understand cult mentality on this site). I was hospitalized. That was the last time I got to see my grandma before she was hit hard with dementia and she forgot who I was, and I spent it trying to do damage control on my phone. It was brutal.

I will say, and I've said it a hundred times, this is the safest fandom I've ever been in. I'm not scared here. It's the happiest I've ever been, and I find it hysterical that the Hellaverse are the most sane people I've met. But that hairpin trigger is still there, even if it's been pushing two years now. I lose a follower, and I immediately spiral. I think like, great, what am I being accused of now? What rumor am I going to wake up to? Am I going to wake up and have no friends again? Am I going to lose Angel and this blog that bring me such joy?

Again, I'm working on it. The more that I see that this isn't the case, the better I feel. I'm like phew okay I can lose a follower or two, I'm not having a mass unfollow, the world will not end. It was probably just differences, or not thinking our writing styles mesh. It is OKAY. But there's still that initial anxiety. That holy shit. That...legitimate....PTSD response.

I'm not posting this to like guilt anyone if they want to unfollow me, or a woe as me or anything. I guess it just made me think like, we don't know everyone's story. I'm not going to attack anyone for unfollowing me, oh jfc no that isn't me, but if I'm anxious? Scared? Like, it isn't just 'wow, you're being pathetic, people are allowed to write with who they want to.' It's genuine trauma. Trauma I'm going to therapy for. Trauma I was hospitalized for. And it could be that way for several people, which is why I am personally never one to block or unfollow unless I feel legitimately threatened.

Wow, that was way more of a rant than I wanted. I'm sorry about that all, oof. I don't even know why I really ranted, other than that I feel safe with you guys to do so. I just know some people get really upsetti when people are hurt by roleplay things, and while that's valid, being hurt is also valid. Again, I'm doing better. And a lot of that is BECAUSE you guys are such a great community. A community who I love and adore.

So yeah, if I get anxious or depressed, don't mind me. Or be like, "Hey, you're safe here." But it isn't your responsibility to do that. It's MINE to do that. Just know that I'm working on it, I'm going to mess up sometimes because PTSD is a bitttttch, but yeah. End rant, lol. Off to do replies now. :) PS. This is also why I'm hiding in the drafts more than on my dash board. So I don't trigger this PTSD response. That's my way of keeping myself safe. I can't see stuff if I'm just hiding in things that belong to me, and also, it helps me to feel comforted knowing I have such wonderful writers and friends that want to write with me and love my version of Angel. So that's one way I'm supporting myself and stabilizing my mental health, so hey, I'm proud that I'm doing it because I don't want this stuff impacting any of you guys. <3

[sandcobangevent]

Happy Birthday

By @anmaje and @ratinavan

“I’m sure he’ll be right down.” John loaded their dishes in the dishwasher and put an unused set away, while Mariana checked her purse again: Keys, wallet, phone. Passport, boarding pass, visa. Everything was in order.

“I’m not so sure about that. Your last case probably put him in a coma.” She chuckled.

“Not on your birthday.” He closed the latch, pushed a button and a low rumble washed through 221a. The morning had been beautiful, even with John’s slightly burnt pancakes, Mariana hoped the weather was as nice back home.

“Now, Archie, you be a good boy for me, hmm?” Mariana kissed the top of his head, leaving a faint, plum lipstick print.

“Now look what you’ve done! I still don’t get why you’re wearing all that to sit on a plane for three hours.” John crossed his arms and smiled warmly at her. She stood up and hugged him tight.

“It’s my birthday! I get to look nice,” she said. John squeezed her and let go.

“The nicest in all of economy.”

She hit him playfully.

“Sherlock! Last chance, mate!” John yelled up the stairs. And down came the great detective. He pattered down the seventeen steps in his dressing gown. Were you a stranger at 221b Baker Street, you might have thought him elegant as he floated down. John and Mariana knew better, but pretended not to have just seen their eyebagged friend fall down the stairs and stick the landing like a cat landing on all fours.

“Mrs. Hudson, about my hours on the time table-”

“I punched them in last night.”

“And the bill from my chemist?”

“Stammo sent me his colleague’s details days ago, Sherlock, it’s-”

“And when do you return?” He was exasperated. She smiled at him.

“In a week. Don’t miss me too much.” She wrapped her arms around him. He sighed contently.

“Imposible,” said he and let go. “Have a nice trip.”

“Thank you, guys. Take care, yeah? Adios!” She pulled her big suitcase behind her and the door closed.

John stood dumbfounded looking up at Sherlock. He couldn't believe it. He forgot. He forgot.

Sherlock stretched and yawned.

“I’m going back to bed, I would appreciate some quiet, if you are amenable.”

“Sure thing mate… you sure you’re not forgetting something?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dunno. Something important?”

“Watson, what on earth would I be-”

His face fell.

“Good God. You’re right.” The fallen expression shifted and cringed, his voice quiet. “Watson you’re right. Oh fuck.”

He sprang into action. Rushing upstairs, followed by John.

“She left in a car, judging by her amount of luggage. What car, what car, what car-”

“Sherlock, mate, calm down.” John entered 221b and was thrown his jacket.

“Put on your shoes!”

“What? No, just text her, or call her! She’ll understand, she knows-”

Sherlock was jumping on one foot, attempting to put on his coat and other shoe simultaneously.

“I will not abandon my duty as a friend.” He slipped on the shoe and finally stood tall over John. “Are you coming?”

There was still concern in the face of his friend, lines carved in his forehead accompanied by flittering eyes. John pulled on his jacket.

“I’m not riding in a bike basket again.”

“Bakerloo line to Paddington. Paddington to Heathrow. I’ll buy any ticket, and find her gate. Easy.” Sherlock ran down the steps to Baker Street station.

The morning sun shone down onto the platform through the big Victorian arches. John had little time to admire it as he tried to regain his breath.

“Phew, hah, God. Yeah, easy. Easy peasy.” He stood up, ignoring the trouble his bad leg might give him later.

They heard the train rumble.

“Right on cue! Come on Watson, this will indeed be easy peasy!”

“No! Nonono. NO!” Sherlock’s voice echoed on the platform. Paddington was a big place. A big stupid place where escalators and lifts were suddenly out of use. He kicked the air.

“It wasn’t supposed to go like this. This wasn’t- I hadn’t-!” He knew a thousand stares pierced him. He squeezed his eyes shut. Keeping the crowd out and tears away. Until a hand grasped his wrist, and another pulled his fingers from his palms.

“Sherlock. There’ll be another train. We’ll catch her, I promise.”

Grey eyes opened.

“You’re right...”

“...Let's go back to that kiosk and get her a damned gift.”

The flowers were nice, John thought. For a Sainsbury’s, anyways. Three colours of roses. Red, orange and yellow. He massaged his aching knee as best he could on the crammed carriage, he knew it would get like this. Sherlock sat beside him, staring out the window, but in a state of unrest. His leg bounced up and down, he was clicking his tongue and covering his ears, since the ear defenders were forgotten in their rush. The carriage was full of travellers, suitcases took up as much space as people and not one but two babies were crying. This was sensory hell, not only for Sherlock, for everyone involved.

“Don’t be mad at yourself.”

“I don’t wish to discuss it.”

“It happens to all of us! On my second tour I forgot to call on my mum’s birthday. She thought for sure I was dead. A superior had to tell me to call, because she had been shouting at him for 20-”

He was interrupted by an electronic voice that may have belonged to a woman once announcing their stop.

Sherlock shot out of his seat.

“Hello good sir! What a splendid day to travel. I will be needing the cheapest ticket you have in your system, please and thank you!” Sherlock smiled big. Too big. But the attendee behind the counter cared little.

“Only one?” She looked over his shoulder at John.

“Yes, only one, chop chop.” Sherlock kept smiling.

“Alright… I got a cancelled ticket to Manchester?”

“‘Course you got a cancelled ticket to Manchester.” John chuckled behind Sherlock and got his toes stepped on in turn.

“That will do, thank you,” Sherlock said while pulling out his card.

“I’ll just need to see your passport.”

Sherlock Holmes’ passport was nestled between his fingerprint kit and his small collection of stress balls in the left drawer of his desk in 221b Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes sat outside Heathrow airport on a bench with his head in his hands.

“Her plane hasn’t taken off yet. You can still call.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Watson.”

“Hear what? She won't be cross, mate-”

“I don’t want to hear your entirely unhelpful solutions!” The crestfallen detective snapped. He stared up at his friend, who stood in front of him with a bouquet of rumpled roses.

“I don’t want you to tell me how to apologise to my friend. I made a mess, and I’ll clean it how I like. I made the bed. I’ve sown the seeds. Karma’s a bitch and I…”

“... am one too?”

“Am a bad friend.” His head fell into his hands again, attempting to hide an unwelcome sob. John sat down and had an arm around his friend immediately.

“Hey now, Sherlock, that isn’t true.”

“Yes it is! You two are so damned considerate, and I can’t even retain a fucking birthdate!”

“Alright! Big words! You’re still wrong, though. I’ve never had a friend of mine even consider fucking with airport security just to say happy birthday. I’d call that pretty damn considerate.” John smiled at him, attempting to catch his eyes. Sherlock looked ahead instead.

“Do you see that man, Watson?” He nodded at a frustrated man shoving a duffle bag in his car trunk. John frowned.

“What about him?”

The man slammed the trunk and walked swiftly back towards the airport.

“He has forgotten something, he has just realised, you see? It has nothing to do with luggage, as he didn’t think a second about the bag. What might you assume about him?” Sherlock looked expectantly at John. He still had tears on his cheeks.

“He knows where he left it?” John tried.

“And there’s a chance of recovery, so it would be in a place inaccessible to the general public. He works here.” Sherlock sniffled and dried his cheek with his coat sleeve. He stood up, gaze transfixed on the car. John followed.

“I thought we were having a heart to heart here,” he said playfully. Sherlock’s head snapped to him and long arms wrapped awkwardly around him.

“We were. Thank you for your comfort.” Sherlock was hugged in return and discretely whipped his nose on John's shoulder.

“And what are we doing now?” Said John, pulling away with a grin on his face.

“Fucking with airport security. Obviously.”

“Just bringing this man through to a private room for a search, don’t mind me.” The wrinkled uniform was slightly too big on Sherlock, but no one noticed as he confidently showed John through crowds and doors they shouldn’t have been able to get through.

“I can’t believe this is working.”

“ Shush ! Don’t look so smug, you’re about to strip in front of a stranger, John.”

“Maybe the man I am pretending to be likes that.”

Sherlock laughed and led them towards Mariana’s gate.

Mariana sat close to the giant window overlooking the runways. She watched as the luggage cart pulled away from the plane, the bridge extended towards it, priority boarding lined up. She barely registered two sets of rushing footsteps in the hustle and bustle of the airport.

“Mariana!”

She turned around confused to two familiar men, one with flowers, the other in a terrible service uniform, both out of breath. She stood up.

“ What on earth are you doing here?! ” She tried to keep it down, but it was already too late. Sherlock pulled off the terrible cap that came with the terrible uniform with the manner of a man repenting his most heinous sins.

“I have come to seek amends, dear friend, amends in spite of my neglect, my carelessness, my failings.” He spoke clearly and with great feeling. Mariana wanted to sink through the floor.

“I am a difficult man, you know this, Watson knows this.”

“Hi Mari.” John grinned and waved. The roses he handed to Sherlock might have been nice at some point. A teenager was filming, her mother had her hand to her heart as Sherlock stepped closer to Mariana.

“Yet you have been dutiful, diligent, you have cared for me and my peculiarities, without protest. I owe you much more than I am able to give or say-”

“Especially cause security might come along any minute-”

“ Shush John! And to think that I couldn’t even remember to congratulate you on this most special day. I am so truly sorry, Mariana.” He stood before her and looked her in the eyes. She had never been so beet red in her life, yet as she looked into her friends eyes and saw nothing but remorse and guilt, she softened. He took her hand and placed the roses in it.

“I pray you might find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“ Oh he’s gonna pull out a ring!” “Mum! Shut up!”

Mariana laughed, bright and loud, what else are you supposed to do as your friend kneels, begging you for forgiveness in a stolen, and quite smelly, service uniform? John pointed at his watch, and then the gate. She looked down at Sherlock, his gaze was pointed straight down.

“You idiot, Sherlock Holmes, you great big fool. Of course I forgive you.” She put her hands on his cheeks so he would look at her. Now his eyes were hopeful.

“Really?”

“Yes I forgive you!” She shouted. A sigh of relief rushed through the crowd.

“Now say what you really came to say.” She pulled him up from the dirty floor. The crowd held their breath again.

“Say yes!” “Mu-um!”

“Well, Mariana Ametxazurra… Happy birthday.” Sherlock said. Mariana hugged him tight.

“What?!” “ Mum! Shut it!”

He held her in turn for a second before she wiggled free.

“Thank you, Sherlock, now run away you stupid drama queen. Come here John!” She waved him over to hug him goodbye.

“Have a safe flight, yeah?” He said.

“She doesn’t have much say in that.” Sherlock said, while pulling on the stolen cap again.

“No shit, mate, it’s an expression.”

“I know it’s an expression, a bloody stupid expression.”

“Yeah, well, it’s nice to hear-”

“Nice to hear? She’s probably thinking exactly what I-”

“Boys please! I have to go, and so do you. Go!” Mariana had gathered her things, and had her boarding pass in hand. The two men looked at each other and exchanged a nod.

“You’re right, Mrs. Hudson. Fare well, despite your helplessness as you lay your life in the hands of a person you’ve never met.”

John pushed Sherlock along. She waved at them and watched with utter adoration as security finally arrived.

Idiotas , she thought… Mis idiotas .

__________

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[keketopia]

𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜

pairing. izuku midoriya x gn!reader

synopsis. you drew a picture of the perfect guy for you. little did you know that drawing came to life.

word count. 1.9k!

cw. just some fluff and wholesomeness! :3

It was dark out in the city of Japan. Almost everybody is asleep. Conversely, you are just sitting in bed reading a book about a beautiful couple.

You closed the book as you were done reading it. You held the book close to your chest and sighed dream-ishly.

"Deep voice, cute smile, enchanting eyes, pure heart...why are people like that so hard to find?"

Just then, an idea struck you like a lightning bolt. So you got up, grabbed your pencils, pens, and colors, and decided to draw the man of your dreams.

"Let's see what I can do."

A few hours later, you came up with a beautiful portrait of a man with fluffy green hair, wide doe eyes that matches his hair, four symmetrical freckles on each side of his cheeks, and of course, his pure smile.

"Phew, finally done." So you said as you began to stretch. You look at it with admiring eyes and begin to grow tired after a while. You rubbed your eyes and gently set your drawing on your nightstand. You turn off your lamp and cover yourself in warm, soft blankets as you drift off to sleep.

A mysterious light shone in your bedroom as you had your sweet dreams. The light shone from the portrait, and the man from your drawing appeared.

The man looked around the room as if everything was new to him. He spots a mirror behind him and sees himself there. He took a moment to admire his appearance; he was astonished.

"Wow, they drew me really well." He looked at you as you were sleeping peacefully. Then, he sat in front of you and admired your angelic face.

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It was now morning, and you were interrupted by the sun shining in your eyes. You woke up to see a strange man right in front of you.

"Oh, wow. What a beautiful dream I'm having. It looks so real, though," You said sheepishly.

"I know I'm too handsome to be real, but I can confirm you're not dreaming."

"Oh my god, I could listen to his voice my whole life."

'Okay, I guess I have to do this" He reaches his hand to you and pinches you in the arm.

"Oww! Wait! I'm not dreaming!" You looked at him in shock. You got off the bed and ran towards the corner of your room.

"Who are you?! How did you get into my apartment?!"

"Hey! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! How am I going to calm down when there is a literal stranger in my house!!"

"Well- That's a good point, but-"

"I'm going to ask again! Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"What do you mean do I-" You took a closer look at the guy and realized that he did look familiar, almost straight out of a picture.

"Wait... you're-you're that man I drew last night!"

"Yeah! That's what I've been trying to tell you! Kinda weird that I'm alive, don't cha think?"

You were at a loss for words. How in the universe that the man you so beautifully drew come to life? What kind of hocus pocus is this?

"I'm kind of hungry, do you have any food I can eat?"

Still a little bit freaked out by your come-to-life drawing. You scooted your way out the bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen with Izuku following behind.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm, perhaps Katsudon!"

After about 30 minutes, Izuku is sitting on your kitchen table, stuffing his face in that sweet and savory sauce.

"Wow, this is really good! I could eat this every day!" You chuckled at his compliment. He was really cute, guess you really are a good artist.

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"So you don't remember anything about your life in the book?"

"I came from a drawing, not a book"

"Wow, you forgot the love of your life" You teased.

"I-I don't love a-anyone!" He stammered. His face was as red as a strawberry.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," You introduced. "What's your name?"

"I don't have one" He replied. Right, he came from a drawing, of course, he doesn't have a name. "Oh, well then. Your name shall be...Izuku!"

"Izuku...I think that's a fitting name" He smiled.

"So, Izuku, do you want to explore my world?"

"Maybe later, I want to watch a movie"

"Okay, let's see what we got" You grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and put it on Netflix.

"Let's see...we got Red Notice, Level 16, Ava..."

"How about The School for Good and Evil? That seems like an interesting movie?"

"Sure is, considering that this movie is based on an actual book series. I've never read it but I'm sure it's a good book. Let's watch!"

You hit the play button and the remote and watched the movie. After some time, you turned to look at Izuku, who was watching the movie with adorable exciting puppy eyes. You smiled at him, admiring his attractiveness.

"I kinda feel bad for Sophie. All she ever wanted was to escape the horrible mistreatment of her townspeople and be who she wants to be" Izuku explains. You felt warm and happy hearing him say that.

"Yeah, Sophie just wanted Tedros to be her true love, and when he broke it off, that made my heart ache"

You both kept watching until you both fell asleep.

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You wake up to the sound of Izuku's happy-go-lucky voice.

"Wakey wakey! Time for brekky!" Izuku was standing beside your bed, holding a tray with pancakes and a glass of milk.

"Wow! You made me breakfast?"

"Yes! Now eat! You must be starving"

"Smells amazing! I didn't know you could cook considering I'm the one who made you Katsudon"

"I just follow the recipe I found online. Now hurry up and eat! I want to explore your world" He set the tray on your bed and went out of the room.

After breakfast, you showered, dressed, and headed out with Izuku. You brought him to a small building where you could see bright lights shining through the window. You both headed inside to see the arcade machines.

"Welcome to the arcade!"

"Arcade?" He gives you a puzzled look.

"It's a place with many electric games. You play it and can earn tickets and use those tickets to get prizes. Ooh! Let's go on this one, come on I'll teach you!" You dragged him with you. It was a motorcycle racing game, fit for only 2 players. Izuku surprisingly learned fast.

"I'm going to win this, you'll see"

"Oh, keep dreaming honey" Izuku was taking this too seriously. After a few minutes, he ended up winning.

"Yay! I won!"

"Argh! Let's try another game"

"You wanna lose again?"

"We'll see about that"

"Let's try this one! Come on!" He ran to another game like an excited little baby. You chuckled and followed him"

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After visiting the arcade, you took Izuku to the library.

"Wow, so many books"

"A lot of characters like you are in each book"

"Wow"

"I'll get some books then we'll go back home to our comfy bed to read"

"My favorite thing to do"

"Same, honestly"

You brought the books and you both went home.

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You both covered yourselves in comfy, warm, blankets. Izuku wrapped his arms around your waist as he stared at the book you brought.

"Y/N, can I read for you?"

"Sure" you smiled.

Izuku reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the book. You placed your head on his shoulder and listened to him as he read the book word by word, his deep voice was a whole other level of tranquility. You closed your eyes and slept peacefully on his shoulder. Izuku noticed you and smiled, he placed the book on the nightstand and slept too.

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"Your food is the best" Izuku said while eating another bowl of Katsudon you made for him.

"I'll gladly cook for you everything" You smiled.

"Wow, I love you" You knew he didn't mean it like that but your heart started beating fast after hearing it from him.

A bit of time passed and you guys are both laying in bed again, reading another book. "Slow dancing in the living room, warm lighting, music in the background... I wish I could live like the main character's in this book"

"Allow me to help you" You looked at him, a bit confused about what he is doing.

Izuku went over to your speaker and played some music, he made sure the lights were dim, and then...

"May I have then dance, my love?" He says as he extended his hand to you. You were a bit taken aback by his action and flustered, but you gladly accepted his hand and you two started slow dancing.

Izuku's hold on you was gentle as if you were a fragile glass, afraid that he might break it. As if you were the most precious gemstone ever. You got lost in each other's eyes, your mouths may have been shut but those eyes were speaking for themselves. Everything was perfect, you didn't want this to end.

"So this is what love feels like..."

Days passed you and Izuku had gotten even closer and your feelings for each other got deeper and deeper every day. Everything was perfect in a way that made you fear that this was just a beautiful dream, but reality isn't always so bad as people say. Reality can show you each and every color of happiness...

"The weather is amazing," You said.

"This moment is amazing" Izuku added.

"Yes...yes indeed" You looked at the view in front of you, admiring it.

"The city lights are so beautiful" Izuku looked at you deeply and said...

"Oh, darling, out of all the city lights, none of them shines brighter than you"

Surprised, you turned to look at him.

"I found everything I wanted in those eyes of yours. I found a friend. A home. Pure love...and I can't help but fall even more for them. I love you...my heart chooses to beat just for you"

Eyes tearing up from the heartfelt confession, you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He kissed you back, gently pulling you closer.

"Reality can show you each and every color of happiness"

[scribblingmuchlyrexan]

i finished reading Animorphs last night and then, after the last book, i looked up [REDACTED FOR MAJOR SPOILERS] to go "wait a second, did that character really just vanish from the narration?"

aND I REALIZED I SOMEHOW MISSED READING THE ANDALITE CHRONICLES QSKFSKS

SUPER HAPPY TO STILL HAVE MORE TO READ

so many major spoilers under the cut:

Loren. Tobias's mother. i could reread the last book or two to be sure, but i think the last time she was mentioned was just to say basically "yeah she can morph and see now, but she agreed to stay out of the fighting"

so, after the war ended, Tobias went and moped about losing Rachel and entirely forgot his mother even existed, as did all the other Animorphs

(maybe she got mentioned at Rachel's funeral. i'll need to check)

(i realized i missed the Andalite Chronicles because, looking up character background info to try and confirm if i was right about Loren vanishing, i saw more and more things that eventually had me going "wait a minute, it's not just that i don't remember that part. i think i actually didn't read that. or that. or that. ...HOLD ON")

(OKAY ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS WHO DISAPPEARED FROM THE NARRATION, THIS POST TURNED INTO A MILD RANT BUT WHATEVER I GUESS LOL. I DO STILL OVERALL REALLY LIKE ANIMORPHS)

also i'm not happy with how James and his group were handled in the end. i really thought K.A. Applegate was slowly getting better about ableism through the series, and i suppose they were, but yeah, the narration totally forgot about them after saying something like "most of them were killed by the Pool ship's Dracon beam."

so AT FIRST i was like "oh phew, 'most of them,' not 'all,' and James probably survived," but then i don't think ANY of them were EVER mentioned again. ew @ the narration and plotting

i think the Chee also disappeared from being mentioned after Erek left the Pool ship

just, the whole "one year later" and on sections didn't seem quite right. with how the series up to that point had been going, i'd really figured there'd be more PTSD, trauma, and mental struggle in these kids' everyday lives, even after "succeeding" in turning away the Yeerks and stopping the Andalites from destroying Earth

(sO YEAH, overall i still think it's an AMAZING series but yeesh. lots of accidental ableism to the end, not to mention "the only way to solve the Taxxons' and Yeerks' problems is changing their species." yikes)

[lurkingteapot]

Last Twilight ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม Ep 3

it has been a WEEK but like the last two weeks, this one also ends on a P'Aof show, so all is well. Quick and dirty episode liveblog, you know the drill.

oh I love this montage

omg I actually laughed out loud when Mawk dinosaur roared

they look like they were having so much fun

I know we've been discussing slash smiling at the attempts to make Jimmy look rough, but just now I realised-- Mawks haircut looks cheapish, too.

what's Mawk looking at, I wonder. Going through Day's pictures? not cool, dude

they've done so much to make this house more accessible for Day in so few days!!

can they not talk about him like he's not there?

well ma'am you're the ones who broke that convo before he even had a chance to eat

oooh okay at least he wasn't checking his messages

I love Phawjai so much

okay I lied last week, I forgot to spell him Mhok and I probably will forget again

I'm with Mawk on this one, that's tooth-rotting

ooh this is a good look on him, damn. he should have his hair up like that all the time.

HERE WE ARE the "do you like [thing/person]" just hits different in languages where "do you like" does not require an object (which I just realised works in colloquial English, but ANYWAY)

wtf guys, did his family tell them THAT was the reason?!

his family may be failing him, but he has SO much support when he lets people in!!!! I'm tearing up here

oooh Jimmy has taken a level in Ohm (lessons in looking at his acting partner like he's his whole world)

the way Mawk just casually went to block folks view of Day!!!

they're FLIRTING I love this

they're totally gonna walk into a classmate of his or something

of course it's gonna be Oishii 😂

Mawk's posture here hurts me just to look at. Lift that sternum, dude!

TICKETING MACHINES!!! MTR hello hello

More flirting!

oh okay we're in ep 3 we're getting INTO it, I like this

Mawk being very bisexual and awkward right now and I'm here for it

oh, I love that Day's starting to see some … humour? light-heartedness in the situation.

the music is really taking this over the top right now, I expect a mood breaker right about now

it didn't?? I'm DELIGHTED

oh I want to go to this bookshop. doesn't look like used books but hey

found itttt :D good job Mhok

adsfasdfasdf I love this dude

oh so this is how he ends up in the street again?

oh nooooo

also Mawk? I get it, but you're on the clock goddamnit

shit, poor Day

Mawk … weren't you still on probation?

oh shoot oh shoot oh shoot

of course Day's phone is in Mawk's bag

Mawk, why aren't YOU asking people?

and Day, how is he going to find you if you keep moving?

ah phew

he put on the pink shirt!!!! easier to see!!!!

terrible colour on Jimmy, I'll give Mawk that

Mawk's gonna tell him himself, isn't he?

of course he is, that's the kind of person he is

ILU Day

Mawk falling in love a little more with every word Day speaks

god the lighting here washes Night tf OUT

oh, this is big for Day, I think. Mawk thanking him.

I will never get used to outdoor clothes on the bed, even less ones that he fell down in the street in

reading!!

adfasdf the casual intimacy of telling someone ฝันดี /fǎn diː/ (cue Tilly Birds, Just Being Friendly: เพื่อนอะไรบอกฝันดีก่อนนอน )

I wonder whether they'll get into the whole, uh, what's a responsible relationship for them to have? thing, but. right now I'm just glad they have it

Film's character!!!

A SLEEPOVER??? oh no how do I wait a week

[jkl-fff]

Gifts of Galadriel

Galadriel: For you, Aragorn son of Arathorn, a bitching new scabbard to match your kickass sword.

Aragorn: Whoa, nice!

Galadriel: Consider it my way of saying "If you want to marry my granddaughter, you have to get a real job as King of Gondor, and for that you have to look the part instead of looking like a hobo who lives in the woods."

Aragorn: Says the lady who lives in a treehouse.

Galadriel: Treemansion. I live in a treemansion. Now, for Legolas son of the poseur Thranduil, I have what is basically a sniper rifle.

Legolas: SARDË NÁ!!!*

Galadriel: May you headshot all servants of the Enemy with it, and teabag their corpses. Now, for Boromir, Meriadoc, and Peregrin, I chose three very fashionable belts from my very own closet (the overflow one, of course, not the main one).

Boromir: I see they are stamped with a stylized "G". Is that for "Galadriel"?

Galadriel: Even better, for "Gucci". Now, for Samwise son of *coughcough*. I have a box of dirt. Which was very deliberate, something I totally didn't do at the last minute because I forgot about you. Because you're a ... landscaper or something? And like that kinda stuff, right?

Sam: Um ... Sure.

Galadriel: (Phew! Good save, me. Thanks, me.) Now, for Frodo son of Drogo, I have this water bottle full of my gamer girl water.

Frodo: ... I'm sorry, your what now?

Galadriel: You're acting like that's weird. Is that weird?

Frodo: Yeah, kinda? I'm gay, what am I supposed to do with gamer girl water?

Galadriel: Oh! That explains why you brought your hot landscaper on this quest! Well, then just think of it as a bottle of Elrond's Dad!

Frodo: That's even weirder!

Gimli: Er, if he doesn't want her gamer girl water, I'll take it. It'll go nicely with the three hairs I kept after last night.

Celeborn: After ... last night?

Galadriel: ...

Galadeiel: Ahem! Time you were all on your way! The Dark Lord won't thwart himself! Be careful out there! Bye!

*[Translator's Note: This is the Sindarin Elvish equivalent of "FUCK YEAH!!!"]

[imaginesforeveryone]

UFC Girl (Part 2)

Pairing: Nate Diaz x Y/N Description: You had recently come into the light of being part of the UFC girls, that pretty much stood there and looked pretty. Even though you have been training about 80% of your life to be a fighter, this could be your step into the UFC world, and a step closer to Dana white. But, along the way, you meet the wild, give no fuck, Stockton Slugger, Nate Diaz. Warnings: aggression, swearing

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Was all you could think as you slowly tried scooting towards the edge of the bed, but quickly pulled back by a pair of strong arms. He was still asleep doing this. You couldn't help but just melt into his arms. This was weird because you literally met this guy last night. But, you've been watching him almost your entire life. But, it kind of also felt right. You fit into his body like a puzzle piece that was missing. You slowly drifted back to sleep, not meaning too.

You felt the bed dip next to you making you wake up a little bit. You turned your head and saw Nate leaning over the bed holding his head.

"It's bad huh?" You said almost in a whisper.

"Sorry, I was trying not to wake you." He whispered back.

"But yeah, really bad." He continued as he got down on his knees and laid his face into the bed groaning loudly like you did earlier. You rolled off the bed your head still pounding and your stomach twisting, but not as bad as it was earlier. You made your way into the bathroom, searching for Advil or something to help. Finding a bottle of Advil you grabbed it and walked back into the room finding Nate now laid on the bed with his legs hanging off of the side.

"Alright, time to sit up." You said standing in front of him.

"UGHHHH, noooo" He said pulling a pillow over his face.

"Come on, it'll help." You said grabbing his hand and pulling. He grunted and pushed himself up and looked up at you. Taking his hand and putting the pills in it and then grabbing a water bottle from the bedside table.

"You look cute in my shirt." He said looking you up and down through squints, and taking his medicine. You forgot you were wearing this, and literally only this and your panties.

"Yeah, why am I wearing this by the way?" You asked crawling into the bed again.

"Well, you decided to get on the table in the dining room and strip down while dancing, eventually I saw you were about to faint, you dropped your drink all over your clothes, but I caught you before you could hit the ground. Took you in here, put one of my shirts on you, and put your ass to bed." He said laying back on the bed. His torso out stretched still showing his chiseled muscles.

"So we didn't have sex?" You said to clarify.

"No we did not have sex." He said with a grin.

"Phew." You said in relief.

"Ouch." He said holding his chest as if you shot him in the chest.

"Oh, no, no, not like that. Just, I met you literally last night and I'm not that kind of girl." You explained trying not to sound like an asshole.

"I'm just giving you shit. Good to know you would though." He said with a laugh. You smacked him in his arm and laid down.

"Ouch. That hurt." He said holding his arm.

"Then you probably aint even making it 30 seconds into the first round." You said with a scoff.

"Ohhhh, she thinks she funny. You're lucky I feel like my brains being ripped out of my head or else id be fucking you up right now." He said replying back with his wit. You two sat in comfortable silence for awhile. Nate tracing your thigh softly with his finger every once in awhile. You grabbed your phone and saw it was already almost 3 in the afternoon, you had 2 missed calls from your mom, 7 missed calls from Jenny, 15 texts from Jenny, 5 texts from your mom, and 1 text from, Eddie.

"What the fuck." You said throwing your hands to your side.

"What's wrong?" Nate asked turning to his side and holding his head up with his hand.

"Well for one its already 3 in the afternoon and we've done nothing but lay here like lazy sacks of shit. Two my mom called me twice and texted me 5 times. Three, Jenny called me 7 times, and texted me 15 times. And last, and the worst, Eddie, texted me." You said rolling your eyes.

"Who's Eddie?" He asked.

"My ex, who will not leave me alone. Also, he used to be my trainer." You explained vaguely.

"Well what did he say?" Nate asked looking very interested.

"Don't know, don't care." You said plainly. You opened your phone and went to Jenny and your texts, most of the texts were drunk texts trying to find me, but the last one caught me off guard.

"Uhm, what the hell." You said in some shock.

"Oh god, what now?" Nate asked sitting up in the bed. You just handed him the phone.

"She's looking for you, looking for you, she said she fell, she woke up in Nick's bed, she freaking out, wait! what! Nick, like my brother Nick!?" He asked as he just skimmed passed the Nick thing but quickly came back to it.

"I think so." You said looking at him worried he was mad.

"My guy!" He said laughing and handing you your phone back.

"Alright, I should probably get up. I know she wanted to go have lunch, but its a bit passed that time, so dinner it is." You said standing up and Nate followed behind you.

"Here" He said handing you a pair of shorts and a bag with you alcohol covered clothes in it.

"Thank you again Nate. If you want to, you can come with to dinner." You said shyly, wanting him to go but trying to not sound to eager.

"Yeah, I should eat, annnddd maybe id like to spend a little more time with you." He said stepping closer to you and looking down. You felt your face become red.

"I'll walk you out." He said as he opened the doors from his bedroom to the main area of the pent house. It was a mess, but there were already maids in there starting to clean up. You walked to the door and Nate opened it.

"I'm going to shower and get ready, I'll meet you in the lobby, in about and hour?" He asked as he opened the door.

"Sounds good, see you then." You said with a smile and walked out. Internally you were freaking out that everything that has happened. You walked to the elevator, and passing a few doors but one opened as you passed it making you look. It was Jenny and Nick.

"Oh shit. look at this." You said stopping and leaning up against the door making Nick and Jenny stop and stare.

" How was your guy's night?" You asked them.

"It was great, actually." Jenny said with a raised eyebrow.

"Nick, will you be joining us for dinner? You brother will be there." You asked looking at Nick.

"I'd be more than happy too." Nick said with a cheeky smile. You smiled and walked away letting them say their goodbye. You got to the elevator and hit the button. Jenny came running up next to you to catch it with you.

"What the fuck happened last night?" She asked you. The door opened and you walked onto it together.

"I should be asking you the same." You said with a laugh and took the elevator down.

"Well, I woke up in the same bed as Nate Diaz, in his t-shirt and my underwear only. But we didn't have sex." You explained her.

"Yeah, you were wild last night from what I could remember. But, OMG! You and Nate!? Im so excited for you!" She said hoping up and down. The door opened and you two walked out.

"But you and Nick?" You said raising an eyebrow as you stopped in front of her door.

"Yes, we had sex. Yes, he's a lot older than me. But damn, do he got moves still, and he's sexy, AND he's actually really really nice." She said spinning in a place like a girl in a fairytale.

"alright princess, you go get ready I'll meet you in the lobby in a little while." You said rolling your eyes and pushing her towards the door. You walked a few doors down to yours and opened your door, walking in and shutting the door. You went to your bedroom and was stopped by the sight of a bouquet of flowers and beautiful red dress and pair of black strappy heels, and a beautiful black pearl necklace, that had gold, and a singular black pear on it. There was a little note laid on top of the dress. You opened it and read it.

'you're beautiful already, just adding a bit more to go with it -N' You smiled at it and set the card down, picking up the the flowers and taking in the smell. You set them down and looked over the dress. It had an open back with a long piece of fabric that ran down your spine stopping just above your butt. It was shorter, and kind of flowy. You smiled, setting it back down and going to take a shower. Shaving, doing a hair regimen, and face regimen. You finished up, the clock striking 5PM. You heard a knock at the door, it was probably Jenny.

"Hold on Jen!" You yelled. You took your hair out of the towel, and went to the door.

"Sorry, I got caught up doing something, only a little bit-" You started opening the door, but quickly realizing it wasn't Jen.

"Nate" You said breathing out as if you were holding your breathe. He stood there in a tight black shirt that hugged his arms perfectly, a pair of jeans that outline his kickboxing legs, and a pair of red Jordans. The same color as your dress.

"Can I come in?" He asked as you just stared.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Come in. Make yourself comfortable." You said stepping out of the door way and letting him walk in. He sat in the chair in the corner of the room.

"Sorry it's taking long. I'm almost ready." You said holding your towel up.

"Take your time sweetie." He said with a smile looking you up and down. You turned and went into your room. You grabbed a pair of black panties, and didn't wear a bra because of the open back. You dropped your towel, and put them on. You stood in the mirror as you slipped the dress over your body and smoothed it out. You sat on the edge of the bed and put the heels on, and zipping the back of it. Putting the jewelry on and then walking back into the bathroom, quickly blow drying your hair, and putting it into a low messy bun to show off the back of the dress. Putting a little bit of make up on and then looking yourself over one more time. You grabbed a little black clutch and walked out of the bedroom.

"Alright, ready?" You said stepping out into the main area. Nate looked up from his phone at you and made a face that you've never seen on his very serious one. Eyes a bit wide, and looking you up and down .

"Wow. I'm good." He said standing and walking over to you.

"Yes you are." You said smiling and walking passed him showing off the back of it. Getting to the door and opening it.

"Shall we?" You asked with a smile holding the door open.

“I can tell you’re going to be fun.” He said walking passed you and into the hall way. You followed close behind after shutting the door.

“Where are we going? Because I didn’t even think of anywhere. I was to in awe over this dress.” You asked catching up and walking next to him.

“It’s a surprise.” He said with a smile.

“Wait wasn’t this my idea? Why are you planning this?” You said with a slight giggle and he hit the elevator button.

“Yeah well I’m Nate Diaz. It happens like this sometimes.” He said looking down at you with a wink.

“Ladies first” he said letting you into the elevator first. You smiled and walked in and he followed close behind. The elevator was just mirrors so you kept looking to make sure you were put together well.

“You look great.” He said reassuring you noticing you fixing yourself over and over.

“Yeah well you see, I’m in an elevator with the one and only Nate Diaz.” You said looking up at him.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m just a person. Nothing special.” He said with a cheeky smile and pinched your cheek. You rolled your eyes and the elevator openned. You two walked out and to the front where you saw Nick and Jenny.

“Finally. Jesus Christ.” Nick said.

“Shut up” Nate said before passing him.

“So this is Y/N.” Nick said as you walked with Nate and they followed behind out the front door.

“Hi, nice to meet you!” You said super excited because he was the original Diaz. King of the octagon.

“You too! Heard and seen a lot of you.” He said as you guys got into the limo. Sitting next to Nate in the back, and Jenny and Nick sat on the side.

“So what took you two so long?” Jenny asked raising a eyebrow at you.

“I was getting ready. Shut up.” You said sticking your tongue out at her.

“Mhm sure” she said turning back.

“So Nate, that party got a little wild” Nick said starting conversation with Nate while you and Jenny had your side conversation. About 10 minutes passed and the limo stopped in front of this beautiful building. Skyscraper, if you would.

“Here we are.” Nate said as he scooted opening the door and got out, there were flashes going on already, seemed as if paparazzi was here. Nate put his hand out for you to take as you slid out of the limo. You took it and sure enough there was cameras everywhere. Nate put his sunglasses over his eyes and wrapped his arm around you resting his hand on your hip. Hearing “Nate” “Nick” “over here!” “Are these your girlfriends!?” From all over you walked through all of them and into the front doors. It was so beautiful. Marble floors, marble walls, a beautiful fountain in the middle of the lobby. This is all new to you. You weren't high end, you came from a life where your mom and you lived paycheck to paycheck. Your dad skipped out on your first birthday and haven't seen him since. Not like you remember seeing him when you were 1 but thats besides the point.

"Y/N" Nate said pulling you from your thoughts.

"You okay?" He asked placing his hand softly on you back.

"yeah, sorry." You said with a smile.

"Alright, well let's get going." He said reaching his hand towards you. You took it in yours and you followed along. Mingled with Nick and Jenny as you went into the elevator. Reaching the top floor the doors opened to the most beautiful view you have ever seen. The walls were windows out looking the city.

"Mr. Diaz, we are very excited to have you dine with us tonight. You can follow me to your table. We gave you the best view we have." A man in a very nice looking suit said and you all followed him to a fair table on the other side, sat up against a window. Nate pulling out the chair closest to the window and motioning you to sit.

"Thank you." You said with a smile and sat. Jenny sitting across from you, you looked at her with a raised eyebrow, pretty much stating that this was crazy. The waiter explained specials and you all order drinks and your food. You decided on just a glass of wine. Nothing too crazy considering last night.

"What you dont want to get lit again?" Nick said with a smirk on his face.

"Shut up. I don't do that often." You said laughing.

"Well you sure went hard, had a good time though ." He said as he took a sip of his drink. You looked at the window as there was conversation going on between the 3 of them. You thought to yourself how beautiful it was with all the lights. How you were sitting here at this restaurant with Nick and Nate Diaz. But, you were having an amazing time, so you aren't going to let anything get to you and ruin this. You felt a hand on your thigh, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked over at night you looked at you with a blank expression, but so much in his eyes. You've noticed with him that he doesn't show too much emotion on his face and more in his eyes. You just smiled and nodded knowing he was asking if I was okay, without actually asking if I was okay. Placing your hand on top of his for extra reassurance that you were okay.

The night went on to be perfect. Getting to know Nate a little more, getting to know Nick also. Everyone talking, laughing, getting just a little tipsy. But Nate wasn't drinking because tomorrow was the big day for him. The bill was dropped off and Nick put a stack on money on it.

"Are you ladies ready?" Nick asked standing from the table. Everyone stood up. Nate putting his hand out for you to take. You took it and he wrapped it around you resting his hand on your hip. Making your way down to the lobby and back out to the limo. Sliding in and sitting next to Nate once again. You laid your head on his shoulder not realizing you were kind of tired. Before you realized you were pulling back up to the hotel.

"Hey." You heard Nate whisper. You didn't know you fell asleep, but apparently you did. You all got out of the limo and began walking in.

"Y/N!" You hear your name being yelled from behind you.

"What the fuck?" Nate said taking his sunglasses off and turning around as you did too. Then you saw him.

"Fuck." You said.

"Who is that?" Nate asked walking closer to your side.

"Eddie." You breathed out as you saw him walking very unstable towards you. He's drunk.

[mera-k1]

Drunk confession from M!reader to Iori after months of pinning for the pride event?~

yesyes, ofc!! enjoy~

Pride Event - June 11th

Iori Suiseki x male!reader

-fluff, drunk!reader being jealous & a little insecure.. (woops this was supposed to be fluffy)

you could say you were practically drowning your sorrows on the champagne that a waitress had brought to you when you got to club candy. iori had invited you out on a whim and had left you to go talk with some hostess! you had pondered the thought that he possibly wasn't into guys and seeing him chat with one of the pretty hostesses like that wasn't helping you forget about that possibility.

letting out a long groan, you rested your head on the table, hand still holding onto the champagne glass that was in obstructing part of your vision from iori and the hostess across the club.

"ah.. sir...? are you alright?" the waitress who had brought you champagne when you arrived slid into your view.

"mhm. i'm fine," you mumbled, drunkly. "can youu... get me another bottle of this?"

"certainly! just one moment." she took the empty bottle and hurried off out of your view leaving you to stare silently at iori and the hostess who had faded into the crowd. you squinted, trying to find the charismatic man within the crowd of men and women alike but you couldn't seem to find him. you lifted your head from the table, swaying as you sat up and took a sip of champagne. where could he have even gone? maybe he really did forget about you over here. man, i must look like a loser over here...

the waitress came back as you finished your champagne in the glass while you still stared off at the spot you last saw iori at.

"here's your bottle of champagne, sir- oh! ah.. i didn't notice you over there..." your drunk mind couldn't hear the rest of her statement as you reached for the champagne bottle only for a blinged out hand to grab it before you instead.

"nah, this bottles good, thanks!" the familiar voice let out a laugh as you turned to look at him with a shocked expression. "what's that face for? didja think i forgot about ya over here? phew, you're real drunk, aren't ya!"

you swayed, your mouth still agape. it was like your brain couldn't grasp the situation that iori had in fact come back to hang out with you. "ye-yeah.. real drunk cause you took too- hic long after chattin' up that pretty.. hostess?"

"why're you sayin' it like it's a question? i was talkin' to anne about how the nights been and got wrapped up, that's all," he wrapped an around around your shoulders, pulling you in towards him. "i wouldn't forget about ya over here and you've already gotten drunk without me!"

you let out a groan as he pulled you in, the sudden motion making your head spin. "hella drunk..." your head slumped onto his shoulder as he leaned to grab the champagne bottle.

"whaddya say? got enough in ya to do one more?" he looked over at you, a wide smile on his face as he was already pouring himself a glass.

"nah.." you declined, staying slumped on his shoulder as he started sipping on his champagne he poured, the liquid seeming to sparkle to your drunk eyes in the bright club. you groaned, lifting yourself off his shoulder while his arm kept you put next to him. "..can i tell ya something?"

"might have to wait till you're sober for that, yeah?" he joked, taking another sip of champagne before setting it down and turning his attention towards you, his expression turning more serious. "but seriously, what's up?"

"kinda like you is all," you mumbled, the alcohol suddenly not giving you the courage you had hoped for when you spoke before without thinking. "was just wonderin' if you'd like to go on a date maybe... but if you're not into guys or something then you don't- don't gotta worry about it..." you drunkly rambled on as he iori took a sip of his champagne from his glass on the table.

"how 'bout you ask me when you're sober, alright? i'll give you my answer when you can remember it~" the arm around your shoulder reached up and poked at your flushed cheeks as a teasing smile danced onto his lips. "i promise ya that it'll be worth the wait, (name)~"

[edogawa-division]

ARB Birthday Special 2024: Kanra Akemi

~~ March 14th ~~

“Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.”

Login Lines:

“Oh hey! Sorry! I don’t have time to chat! I'm kinda running from the cops right now!”

“What's this for? A gift for me? Oh, it’s my birthday today! Thanks! I almost forgot! *loud sirens* Ah! That's my cue! Bye!” 

Voice Lines:

“Phew! Managed to escape the cops. It would be terrible if I had to spend my birthday locked up in jail. Asserting dominance over the other prisoners gets boring after a while.” 

“It may not look like it, but I’m turning 18 today! …Well that's what everyone says, but I think saying I'm 4 now is much better…not like anyone will understand it….no one ever does.”

“I always thought becoming an adult would mean I don’t know feeling different, but here I am still feeling the same.”  

“P̸̱̫̈͋̎L̵̬̀̆E̵̗̟̜͑̿Ḁ̸͛̔͘͜S̴͎̟̞̍͝Ẹ̶͈̈́ ̷͎̙̭̆̂S̶̻̟̃̒̌T̴̤͓̯̈́͛Ó̴̢̳̙̏̿P̸͖̝̝̈́̋!̵̭̖̓̕ ̵̰̕̕I̴̖̒̇T̵̡͑ ̷̙͚̬̿Ḧ̷̻̖̗́̌Ṳ̶̫͉̎̍Ŗ̵̛́͝T̴̫̓Ŝ̴̨̫̫̈́!̸̩̝̝̽͐̚ ̷̢̿̕G̵̡̻̫̓̓Ḙ̸̖̀T̵̢̝̗̐ ̸͓̐̎Ą̸̲̖̐́̉Ẉ̷̂̓A̵̻͆Y̸̧̘̼̽̃̃ ̷͔̤́̀̌F̶̨̨̿R̷̝̝̜͂Ő̴̡̪̯̒̕M̷̳̹̻͋̿ ̷͇͐̄͜͝ͅM̷̖͔̣͑E̵͓̲̞͂͘!̸̦̖̚͘ ̸̨̗͆̏I̶̜̠͗̄̿ ̶̲̥̺̎D̸̗̍̆Ô̸̧N̸͚͙̽͋̇’̶͚̍͂̕ͅT̷͔͒ ̴̺͚̐̿W̵͚̾̇ͅA̷̧̋̃N̸̢̥̺̒T̷̢̝͕̍ ̴̤͚͗̓̓T̴̲̹̃͛̾Ó̵͈͝ ̴͚̜̓ͅD̸̩̤̆̀̚Ọ̶̧͖͊̎ ̸̰̈́̇Ť̵̛̤̙̠H̷̪̮̽͜Í̸͔̓S̸̘̩̖̐!̷̛̼̪̿ͅ”

“I had another nightmare last night. It was the same one I have every time. I’m strapped to a table, and a violet-eyed woman is hovering above me with a scalpel in her hand. …I want to k̷̔͜î̷͈l̴͉͘l̴̼͒ her.” 

“Thanks Yuriko-san! I'm finally an adult! Yuriko-saaaan, I’m not a baby anymore. You're being very sentimental today, but I know I'll always be your baby. Ooooh! What did you get me?” 

“Yes! I've been wanting a pair of Demonias for a while now and in my favorite color! Noooo, not you too! Why does everyone keep talking about my height? Level the playing…? They’d still be taller, tho! They’re giants!” 

“Hey! It's not my fault I'm tiny! Again, it's not my fault I can barely look older than an elementary school student! Are you just here to tease me about my height, Kaoru? Because Yuriko-san already did that. I swear if this is another joke that I don’t look my age, Kaoru I’m gonna hit you.”

“Kaoru, you know that Yuriko-san is gonna kill you for giving me this. Like hell, I'm telling her. I've always wanted to try alcohol and this is my chance. So I’m not wasting it. Then what was the point of giving me it? The fun part about drinking is getting drunk!”

Yuriko Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Kanra. Why look at you finally a grown adult. Where does the time fly? No, I suppose not, but you'll always be my baby no matter how old you grow. Now then I got you a little something for your birthday. I hope you enjoy it.” 

“Considering how much you like to look at their catalog, I assumed you'd like a pair. *smirks* Now, with these, at least you'll reach over 5 feet. *laughs* Now Kanra, you have to admit a good chunk of the D.R.B contestants are much taller compared to you. This will just level the playing field.”

Kaoru Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Kanra! Look at you! 18 years old and finally an adult! If only in age because you're sure not one in height. Face it, Kanra, you barely look older than 10 with that baby face of yours. Nah, I can do that any day of the year, but for now, I got you this.”  

“As far as Yuriko is concerned, I didn’t give you this. So don’t snitch. Anyway, I got you something disgustingly sweet for your first time drinking. Besides, I don't think it’s going to affect you much. By my calculation, your metabolism will burn through the alcohol before it can even get you buzzed.”

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shin Ecstasy [03]

ー The scene starts with a black screen

Yui: Nn...

ー Yui wakes up in Shin’s room

Yui: ーー Shin-kun...? Why...?

Shin: Good morning. Why, you ask...? This is my bed, you know. ...Are you still half-asleep? 

Yui: Eh...?

( ーー Ah, right. We slept together last night, didn’t we...? )

Shin: I was shocked at how long you slept.

Yui: Eh...Really?

( No wonder I’m this thirsty... )

I want some water...

Shin: Eh?

Yui: Ah, sorry, I’m just talking to myselfーー

Shin: Are you asking me to help you drink it? 

Selection

→ Maybe a little... (M)

Yui: ( ...Having him give it to mouth-to-mouth...Maybe I do kind of want that... )

( But I could never ask him that... )

Shin: You really are so easy to figure out. ...You want me to do it, don’t you? 

Yui: ...!

→ N-No! (S) 

Yui: N-No!

( That’s way too embarrassing, I could never ask... )

Shin: You claim that, but your expression says otherwise...?

Yui: Uu...

Shin: Thenーー

*Thud*

Yui: Nnーー...

*Creaak*

Yui: Eh...? Shin-kuーー?

Shin: Phewーー Nn...Nnhーー

Yui: Nn...Nnh....Nn...

Shin: Haah...How’s that? Good?

Yui: Geez, Shin-kun...! You caught me off guard...!

Shin: But you liked it, didn’t you?

Yui: ...!

Shin: Or perhaps you couldn’t quite tell because it only lasted for a couple of seconds? In that case, let’s give it one more try. 

*Creaak* 

Shin: Nnーー...

*Thud*

*Rustle rustle* 

Shin: Phewーー ...Nn...

Yui: Nnーー....!

Shin: Nnh...Nn...Haah...Nnーー

Yui: Shin...kuーー...!

Shin: Haha. It’s so cute when you cling onto me like that. ...Was it that delicious?

Yui: I-I don’t know...

Shin: No point trying to lie. I can tell by the look on your face that you enjoyed it. 

Yui: ...

Shin: If you like this so much, I’ll continue giving you water mouth-to-mouth like this in the future. 

Yui: N-No need.

Shin: Don’t be so modest. First we sleep together, and then I’ll give you water mouth-to-mouth in the morning. 

Why don’t we make that one of our daily habits? Then afterwardsーー I mean, I wouldn’t mind doting on you in various ways.

Yui: T-That’d be troubling!

Shin: ...You don’t want me to spoil you?

Yui: That’s not it but...Doing this first thing in the morningーー It’s embarrassing...

Shin: Hehe, just as I thought, nothing beats seeing you get embarrassed. 

I’ve decided to employ my suggestion from earlier.

Yui: Y-You can’t. ...I won’t be able to last. 

( He’s rather intense with his ‘doting’ after all... ) 

Shin: But I want to keep spoiling you forever, feeling you close to me. 

Yui: I’m happy to hear you say that, butーー 

Shin: Fine. I guess we can take it one step at a time then. Would that be alright? 

Just so you know, I won’t compromise any more beyond that.

Yui: ーー Fine. I’m okay with that.

Shin: Okay, it’s a promise then. ーー Oh, I nearly forgot something important. 

Yui: Ehーー?

*Smooch*

Shin: ーー Your ‘good morning kiss’. Did that wake you up? Now you should give me one as well. 

A good morning kiss...Nn...

*Smooch*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[kafus]

and now a GAMEPLAY UPDATE from yesterday...

MORE POKEDEX COMPLETION BABEY whoops i uploaded these totally out of order but it doesn't really matter. after getting the surf HM from cynthia's grandma, instead of progressing to canalave city i backtracked through every location in the game where i could surf and unless i forgot something i've now picked up every item, caught every pokemon, and fought every trainer in all currently accessible locations before iron island? if i'm forgetting anywhere rest in peace i guess

worth noting that on the route i caught that gastrodon, i was just going for the 5% tentacruel but i somehow ran into the 1% gastrodon on the same route TWICE before i found a single tentacruel. that was wack lol. and also the pelipper was a 1% below sandgem town, and i didn't feel like grinding for the 1% as it was towards the end of my play session yesterday and i was tired, so i caught a level 30 wingull on the same route and exp share'd it on some wild mons for a bit until it evolved. close enough SFDKFSD

i did eventually make it to canalave, i got the gender difference upgrade to my dex in the route connector into canalave and it seems it's not just cynthia, Everyone is kinda opening their eyes to Hmm this is concerning... oh and i defeated barry, found out my team is pretty weak into fighting types but that's my bad LOL

i unfortunately did not take any more pictures while exploring yesterday because i was focused on my call but that's okay i had a good time

i will say that last night i went to check out the belt dude for the first time and he wanted a pokemon that was level 80... something, i don't remember, but obviously i do not have a pokemon even close to that high so i wasn't able to grab the black belt. today he wanted a level 39 pokemon though, and my luxray was literally 2 EXP away from leveling to 39, so i walked back outside the house, defeated a single wild pokemon, walked back inside and got the black belt LOL

anyway today i checked all my honey trees, still no munchlax... it's not like i expect the munchlax, i know i'll be at this for a long time, i don't even know which four trees are my munchlax trees, BUT whenever i do get it i will pop the fuck off.

it's also worth mentioning that i've been following the serebii daily events list for platinum since it's easy to check if i forgot everything, but serebii is missing one!! or kinda two depending on how you look at it. i realized this today. there's a guy in amity square who will give you an amity square accessory or berry everyday if you enter in from the right side and do a series of teleportations in the huts. there's also recurring items on the ground:

Diamond, Pearl, and Platinum introduced recurring Honey, in Floaroma Meadow. The Honey regenerates in one of the positions in which it was originally collected by the player, at a rate of two Honey per day. Some of the Star Pieces hidden in Iron Island regenerate daily. These games also featured a daily recurring Reaper Cloth, Rare Bone, or Stardust in Turnback Cave.

^ from bulbapedia's page on recurring items.

i still haven't fully fine-tuned my daily route but i'll figure it out eventually.

OH WAIT THERE IS ONE OTHER PICTURE I TOOK YESTERDAY

mocha evolved into hippowdon! i'm so glad i stuck it out getting a female hippopotas, the black coloration is just so much cooler LMAO i held off her evolution a few levels to get earthquake a few levels early :] cause my team is somehow a bit underleveled?? ever so slightly. i could use some more Power.

and THAT'S THE UPDATE phew. i'm thinking instead of progressing to iron island i might do some contests and stuff, i'm just in the mood for it. i already grinded a handful of accessories this morning in amity square which should hopefully carry me with what i want to do lmao

[bt2u]

Please leave a comment below on what you think about the story (or picture)

It was Monday 7:55am. CRAP! I had forgotten to set my alarm! I had a job interview over Zoom at 8am! I quickly roll out of bed and went to my desk and opened my laptop. I checked my email for the Zoom link the interviewer sent me, and I clicked on it, which automatically opened the Zoom program and I was now in the chat lobby. “You are the first one here popped up” on the screen.

“Phew…” I made it. Then I remembered I was in only my underpants! I needed to get dressed, since it was a video interview!

“Crap!” I got out of my chair and looked at the big basket of laundry I had done the night before—I let out a heavy sigh, because all of my work clothes were in there. I got out of my chair, and bent over to try and find my work clothes, at least for a shirt. As I started to frantically find some clothes, the female interview enters the zoom call…however I was too focused on finding clothes that I hadn’t noticed. I also had turned on my camera as well, so the all the interviewer could see was my underwear clad butt right up near the camera.

Now, this wouldn’t had been so bad if I was wearing my usual boxers, but in additional to having no work clothes from the day before, I also had no boxers, so I had to worn a pair of joke underwear a friend gave me last Christmas—WHITE BRIEFS WITH YELLOW DUCKIES!

“Mr. (My last name)!” I heard a feminine voice coming out of my monitor speaker.

I turned around to see my interviewer—who was going to be my supervisor get the job—in complete shock.

“Ahh!” I screamed and quickly jumped back into my seat to conceal my briefs. “I’m so sorry…I was just getting dre..”

She interrupted. “I don’t want to hear it! I will not accept such unprofessional behavior during an interview…If you don’t even have the decency to put on clothes for an interview, or at least some more flattering underwear, then you certainly are not fit to work here.

“But, but…”

“Goodbye, Mr. (Last name), and may I suggest you lose the kindergarten briefs?!”

The screen does black meaning she ended the call.

I crawled back into bed, still in my briefs, and hoped to forgot about this embarrassing moment.

Later that day, I was scrolling through Reddit to find some job interviewing tips when I stumbled upon a subreddit dedicated to funny/weird job interviews. I click on the trending post, and the first running I see is a picture of my butt covered in the infamous ducky briefs, along with a few other screen grabs with my face in it. The title was DO NOT INTERVIEW THIS MAN! The post went on to say what transpired, claiming I was some “weird kinky perv” and to not interview me, and even included my name and other information. What’s worse we’re some of the comments:

“Ewww! Invest is some new underwear, you weirdo!”

“Rubber Ducky, you’re definitely NOT the one [getting a job]”

“The title should be—‘DON’T INTERVIEW THIS MAN CHILD’”

“Are you sure he’s not some overgrown 5-year-old?”

These were just some of the many comments I saw.

What’s worse was that I had a few job interviews coming up that suddenly canceled on me, and while most simply just said they found somebody else, a couple brought up the leaked pictures and cracked jokes about my choice in underwear.

[coffeebanana]

hi Kayla! for the wip ask game:

scratch

fskjbkajbfd this was a hard one but...smth smth Chat in a dress WIP that i haven't looked at in a while

[Chat] tapped the side of the razor against his knee. “I actually just…I’ve never shaved my legs before? And I totally forgot until last night that I’d have to do that. I mean, not have to. Nobody has to. But, um…I want to. So I was hoping that maybe you could help? Please?” Marinette reached out to ruffle his hair. “Sure. I’d be happy to.” “Phew. Thank you so much. You’re the best.” “Mhm. But you’d better not scratch me in the bathtub like a real cat.”

Thanks for the ask!!

Ask Game: Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

Romance Kingdom! ~Sugar Sweet Destiny~ DAY 3

???: Do you have everything with you? Don’t forget to bring the other bag you prepared last night! It’s on the dining table!

Y/N: Phew, thank goodness. I can't believe I almost forgot to bring all those baking ingredients I had prepared. Y/N: If I'd forgotten, I'd have nothing to do all day!

And why do I need baking ingredients today?

That's because today is Kingdom High's famous "Love Dovey ❤️ Sweetie Cuties ⭐ Dessert Day!"

This event was invented by none other than the passionate Student Council President Madeleine, and is a day when all students bake something or make chocolate.

The event expresses President Madeleine's old-fashioned beliefs that you should always be able to express your feelings with sweets! This year, I feel different about Dessert Day. Because…

A) I want to make sweets with my friends.

I need to find the anonymous sender of the chocolate.

A.A) Bake something with Herbert

Y/N: Let’s quickly bake some cookies and find the sender of the chocolate.

I wanted to spend my time looking for the sender of the chocolates, but I couldn’t leave the classroom without having completed my dessert. Let’s finish up these cookies so I can go look for the person who gave me those heart-shaped chocolates!

Herbert Hoo: Wow… Y/N, you’re so fast. That’s impressive! Y/N: You say that Herbert, but the bread you’ve made looks more impressive! Y/N: …And it’s green, too. What kind of bread is it? Herbert Hoo: Oh, this? This is a herb bread with basil, parsley, and rosemary grown by the gardening club… Looks good, right?

(I wonder what the ratio of herbs to flour is for that bread…)

Herbert Hoo: Ah- Uhm, would you… like to try a slice? Y/N: Oh? Uh… sure.

I looked down at the green bread and took a big bite.

A.A.A) So… ta… sty…

Y/N: So… ta… sty… Herbert Hoo: Ah… If it’s not to your taste, you don’t have to eat it!

Herbert quickly took the bread from my hand, and I quickly grabbed a glass of water to wash away the herbal taste that had spread in my mouth.

Herbert Hoo: U-Uhm, thank you for saying it’s tasty… You’re really considerate, Y/N. Y/N: Yeah… Sorry I couldn’t eat anymore. Herbert Hoo: Oh- that’s okay. I’ll make something tastier for you next time!

Herbert rushed out of the classroom. Ah, I felt terrible but… it tasted like… grass.

A.A.B) Oh, it’s yummy!

Y/N: Oh, it’s yummy! Herbert Hoo: Re… Really? Y/N: Yes, it’s really delicious! I thought it would taste very herbal, but it’s a very addictive flavor! Herbert Hoo: T-thank goodness…! I tried to put in herbs that are well-liked by everyone, since I know you don’t like the unusual ones…

We sat in front of the oven and shared the bread and other desserts. Perhaps it was just the heat of the oven, but Herbert’s face was pink the whole time.

After being surrounded by the scent of sweet desserts at school all day, my nose was feeling itchy.

And I didn’t even manage to find out who made those chocolates for me!

The only thing I managed to see was Herbert making that herb bread.

He loves his plants alright. Perhaps that’s why he’s so good with his hands.

Anyway, I decided to continue my investigation the next day.

A.B) What’s Rachel baking?

I had a plan: Find out who gave me the letter and chocolates.

Y/N: Let's get the facts straight. Someone secretly took the effort to give me these. It's most likely to be someone from my class. Y/N: Which means… if I could just find and taste the chocolates that everyone made, I SHOULD be able to find out who made mine!

I'm a genius. Time for some investigating! Just then, I heard Rachel's voice. She was next to a classmate who was busily mixing some batter.

Rachel Raspberry: Baking just isn't my thing. All this mixing and there's still no sign of foam! Rachel Raspberry: Why do we have to sit here and bake something at school? Can't we just buy something better and tastier from somewhere? Rachel’s Friend 1: Totally! Rachel’s Friend 2: Baking class is SO boring. Y/N: Learning how to bake isn’t too bad. After all, it’s the thought that counts. Rachel Raspberry: Psh! No one asked you!

The way she snapped back at me did catch me by surprise… Just as I turned back, I realized that maybe Rachel didn't want anyone to know she wasn't good at something?

A.B.A) Let it go and walk away.

Y/N: My bad.

I brushed it off and silently turned back. Rachel flinched ever so slightly, but didn't say anything. Why even bother? There's no way that Rachel was the one to give me these chocolates. I decided to search for my mysterious benefactor elsewhere.

A.B.B) Stay and help.

Y/N: Have you tried whisking up and down, not left and right? The teacher said that whisking is about incorporating air, not mixing. Rachel Raspberry: Hmph. I'd like to see you try and save this mess. Y/N: Why do you think I'm here? Hand it over and watch.

It was clear she didn't believe me, but she slid her mixing bowl towards me. I started whisking, making sure to raise the whisk in uniform rhythm in order to make it as foamy as possible.

Rachel Raspberry: Hey… Rachel Raspberry: Were you some sort of… baking master all the time?

I couldn’t help but snort and laugh.

Y/N: Looks like we finally found something you're not good at! I knew there had to be something, anything, that I'm better at than you.

It looked like she was going to say thank you with a slight smirk, but maybe she was too proud to admit it. I just kept on whisking.

That was an eventful baking class! The sun was close to setting by the time we were finished. I got my bag and headed out to leave until…

Rachel Raspberry: …Wait! Y/N: Huh? Rachel? What’s up? Rachel Raspberry: You left something. Follow me. Y/N: I left something? Did I miss something?

Rachel Raspberry: Here.

I had never seen Rachel blush. But there she was, slightly blushing as she held up a piece of cake stored in a plastic bag.

Rachel Raspberry: Take it. It's yours. Y/N: Mine? …You’re giving this to me? Rachel Raspberry: Yeah. This is the first time I’ve baked something for anyone, so you should feel honored! Y/N: Oh, wow! Thanks, Rachel! It looks yummy. Rachel Raspberry: What're you talking about? It looks awful… I asked others for a taste-test, but they all ran away. Rachel Raspberry: Don't let this get to your head! Just because I gave you this cake doesn't mean we're friends or something special. I would've just bought a better cake or… Rachel Raspberry: Anyway, this thing's a failure. Try it, get rid of it, or whatever.

It took a lot of effort to not burst out in laughter.

Y/N: Yup, completely understood. I'll take that failure off your hands, no worries. After all, I like strawberries.

She immediately began to blush even more as I took the cake from her hands. Out of the blue, she kicked me in the shin. I didn't stand a chance of dodging it.

Y/N: OW! What gives?! Rachel Raspberry: Failure or not, you're the last person I wanted to give this to! So be thankful! You weirdly-good-at-baking, fencing newb blockhead!

With that final outburst, she strutted down the hallway. I opened the bag and dipped my finger into the frosting for a taste. Huh, not bad.

Y/N: It can't be… Does… Rachel…? Did she just…?

I didn't find out who gave me that letter and the chocolates. But looking back, it was still quite a memorable day.

Y/N: Rachel…

Her face appeared in my mind. The way she was blushing. The way she asserted herself.

Something stirred in my heart and I couldn't help from smiling.

B) It’s a chance to roam other classrooms.

It’s a chance to roam other classrooms.

B.A) I want to show my feelings for Serena.

It’s a chance to roam other classrooms. As I closed my eyes, I thought of that one person who hadn't left my head for days.

Y/N: I can't exactly say I'm a skilled chef, but… Y/N: … This should be alright. I'm sure they'll love it no matter what.

Paying attention in class had paid off, because my vanilla cookies turned out airy and sweet. I wrapped up the cookies carefully and headed towards the senior classrooms. I'd be dragged there by my classmates so many times that it was easy to find.

Y/N: Sorry, my friend! Wish me luck!

I talked to myself as I made my way to Serena's classroom, sneaking in carefully. Usually it would have been hard to sneak in unnoticed, but everyone was too preoccupied with the baking class to notice me.

Serena Faire: You are…?

Eek. Was she not taking part in the baking class? Serena gave me a vacant stare, simply standing in front of her table with the mixing bowl.

Y/N: Yes, it’s me. The student who passed the letter on to you before. Y/N: It's… Erm… Serena, I have something I want to give you. Here…

I took my hand from behind my back and reached towards Serena, but it seemed like she had no interest in what I had to give her. I could barely tell if she was even really looking at me.

Serena Faire: …Full moon. Y/N: Huh?? Serena Faire: This dough. It looks like a full moon, doesn’t it?

Argh!! Disaster after disaster. It seemed like Serena had been reminded of the moon when looking at the dough in her bowl.

B.A.A) Serena… You should focus on baking.

Y/N: Serena… You should focus on baking.

B.A.B) Want to make moon cookies together?

Y/N: Want to make moon cookies together?

Y/N: If you leave your dough like that, it'll go bad. Let's make some pancakes instead, just as round as the full moon! Serena Faire: Ah! We can do that…?

Serena must have been really hopeless at cooking. She looked clumsy even just adding butter or pouring oil. Outside of astronomy, she was like a fish out of water.

Serena Faire: What do we put in now?

B.A.A) Put in plenty of salt and pepper.

Serena Faire: Ugh…

The finished pancakes were totally inedible. Serena’s expression changed completely after she took the first bite.

Y/N: Se-Serena… I'm sorry.

I gave her my heartfelt apology, but Serena avoided me ever since.

B.A.B) Put in a spoon of butter.

Y/N: If you add this, the pancakes will be more fluffy.

I helped Serena finish her pancakes by teaching her my own recipe little by little. It was hard to keep her focused as she would often drift off, thinking of the moon and stars again, but we managed to make some tasty pancakes in the end.

Serena Faire: Thank you. My kind baking teacher.

She smiled softly after. We spoke for a while as we shared the pancakes. I was so absorbed in our conversation that I completely forgot about the cookies I'd brought for her, and left without giving them to her.

Y/N: *Sigh* There’ll be another chance, right…?

B.B) Where’s all that noise coming from?

Y/N: Where’s all that noise coming from?

This can’t be noise from a baking class… It sounds more like a movie premiere? Oh… I get it…

Passionate Fan: President Madeleine! Show us what you’re making! Marcus Madeleine: Feast your eyes upon these! The softest and airiest of madeleines, lighter than the clouds in the sky! Made using my family’s very own secret recipe, of course. Tea Connoisseur: They look fabulous! Such tasty treats deserve a cup of tea! I’ll make you some. Aggressive Fan: What? Tea?! No, no, no. These snacks of perfection deserve to be eaten with hot coffee! Espresso Connoisseur: A cup of espresso may be suitable as well…

Everyone’s too busy focusing on Marcus and not on their own efforts. Geez, with this many people around, it’s impossible to bake even a single cupcake.

Classmate: ARGH! Who spilled sprinkles onto my perfectly fluffy whipped cream? It’s ruined! I’m doomed! Classmate’s Classmate: What’s that? Kaboom?! The cream’s gonna explode? Classmate: Everyone get down! TAKE COVER!

You know how people suddenly move in slow motion in the movies? It was too late for me to duck and cover… I could see myself becoming a mess in… 3… 2…

Marcus Madeleine: Y/N! Watch out!

*SPLAT*

Y/N: M-M-Marcus?! Marcus Madeleine: Are you OK?

B.B.A) Get on my knees and beg for mercy.

I got on my knees and began to beg for mercy!

Y/N: OH NO! Why am I so clumsy?! I shouldn’t have just stood there…! Marcus Madeleine: Ah, no worries. It was my decision to jump in… Y/N: But your wonderful hair is a mess! All because I was too slow…!

Oh man… I’m breaking out into a nervous sweat.

Meticulous Vice President: President Madeleine. Please come this way. We must get you cleaned up.

Marcus and the Vice President stepped out…

Enraged Fans: Y/N! HOW COULD YOU?!

I also stepped out… Well, more like ran out, with angered fans of Marcus in hot pursuit. Why does stuff like this happen to me?!

B.B.B) Help Marcus clean up.

Y/N: Marcus?! OH NO! It’s all over your hair…!

I tried to scoop up the cream with my hands, taking care not to yank out his hair while doing so.

Marcus Madeleine: Ah, I am perfectly fine. Y/N: What? No, this is bad. It’s all my fault. Everything’s a mess because of me! I’m so sorry!

My hands were filled with cream… but Marcus didn’t seem to mind and took my hands into his.

Marcus Madeleine: It’s fine. Everything’s alright, Y/N. Marcus Madeleine: Haha, I jumped in the way to stop you from becoming a mess. But it seems I’ve failed. Why would you sully your own hands… Marcus Madeleine: I swear, there’s always something more to you. Y/N: …Marcus.

There we were, motionless, hand in hand… Until the teacher came in and started to guide us on the clean-up effort. I don’t know if it was the smell of baked goods and sweet, whipped cream, but I felt as if my face was blushing a bright shade of red.

Y/N: Phew… Baking isn’t for the faint of heart…

After catching my breath, I finally wiped off the remainder of the whipped cream stains on my uniform. *Sigh* Because of that whipped cream fiasco, I’m nowhere closer to figuring out who gave me those chocolates. Maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow.

B.C) I wonder what Lily White made?

Y/N: Speaking of, I wonder what Lily made.

I looked around the classroom, trying to find Lily.

Y/N: Huh… She's nowhere to be seen. Y/N: Ah, that's right! She said she has to avoid the sunlight. Y/N: Then I guess she can't even take baking… Y/N: I picked out the nicest-looking chocolates from the batch I made and brought them to the lab.

Y/N: Lily, are you here? Lily White: Y/N, come in. Y/N: I had baking today, so I thought I could share what I made! Lily White: Wow… I haven't smelled something so sweet in a while. What a lovely scent.

Despite her words, Lily hesitated to grab a piece of chocolate.

B.C.A) …Do they look that bad?

Y/N: …Do they look that bad? Lily White: What? No, no! That's not it… Lily White: It's just because I have this thing where I can't eat anything. Y/N: A thing? Lily White: Yes, uhm… It's hard to explain the details, but… Lily White: I'm really sorry, Y/N. It's so sweet of you to do this for me…

Lily looked so sad that I couldn't help but leave the lab.

B.C.B) Are you allergic or something…?

Y/N: Are you perhaps allergic to any of the ingredients? Y/N: If that's the case, you really don't have to eat them! Lily White: Ah… Thank you for understanding. Lily White: The thing is… I'm actually unable to eat food. Lily White: But the scent itself is so delicious, heh. Y/N: You're right, I suppose eating is not the only way to enjoy food.

Lily and I chuckled as we enjoyed the sweet chocolate scent. The aroma of sweet chocolate spread to the rest of the lab as we enjoyed each other's company.

Y/N: I had forgotten all about the baking class and spent the whole day with Lily instead…

And we didn't even touch the chocolate I made.

Well, if I hadn't visited her today she would be lonely, right?

When I thought about it that way, I was sure that I had done the right thing by visiting Lily at the lab.

B.D) Is Derek any good at Cooking?

Then I found myself asking… "Is Derek any good at cooking?" No, it wasn't the question to be asking right now. I just wanted to taste them for myself. Desserts, made by a student everyone feared…! I had to get my hands on them. I snuck towards the junior classrooms.

It looked like baking class was already over and everyone had cleared out. I noticed a table plastered with nametags of the previous class. Derek DaChoco's name stood out. Derek… made chocolate? He'd obviously made an effort to shape it into… something. It looked like a snowman with a dented head? Or was it a failed attempt at a heart?

Y/N: I wonder… Who's he going to give these to?

Just thinking about the possibility of him already having someone special… I felt a pang of jealousy ring throughout my heart…

B.D.A) I popped one into my mouth.

I can’t take it anymore! I popped one into my mouth.

Y/N: *Munch, munch, munch* Huh… tastes better than it looks.

I stood there, silently snacking on the chocolates. I honestly thought, or perhaps hoped, that someone would barge in and ask me what I was doing. But no one came. I left the classroom with a satisfied appetite, but a disappointed heart.

~BAD ENDING~

B.D.B) I threw away into the trash.*

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I can't take it anymore! I threw the chocolate into the trash. As soon as I threw it away, Derek appeared and dashed forward… He grabbed my collar, his face contorted with anger and pain.

Derek DaChoco: What do you think you're doing?! Y/N: *Ooof!* Wait, Derek! Junior Class Student: Whoa, whoa! Derek! Ease up!

In that moment, I understood why Derek DaChoco was rumored to be the scariest student in Kingdom High's history. But that didn't matter. I only wanted to know who those chocolates were for.

Y/N: I’m… I’m sorry. Y/N: B-b-but… I have to know! Those chocolates! Were they for someone else other than me?!

Derek’s expression became the definition of puzzled.

Derek DaChoco: So… you threw it away because… Y/N: …… Derek DaChoco: Do… Do I not… You're not afraid of me? Y/N: Afraid? You don't scare me at all. Somewhere deep inside, you're just a sensitive soul with a heart of gold.

As he gazed into my eyes, I could see a tinge of sadness…

Junior Class Student: Hey. Go deal with your drama outside. Like… anywhere but here.

I kept thinking about what had happened on my way home from school. It was like a scene from a movie.

And the next scene in this movie was a good one too. Derek walking me home… It was like a dream.