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lucy90712 · 7 months ago

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hello so I don't know if you're still taking kenan yildiz requests or requests at all but could you write something like enemies to lovers.

So kenan and reader are in the same friend group but they're complete opposites, kenan is extroverted and reader is introverted. So she kinda keeps her distance and she's away from him, this makes kenan think she doesn't like him so he just randomly starts being mean to her whenever they're together, to the point where she gets teary-eyed and tries to get away from him. And then he starts feeling guilty and tries to comfort here and they confess to one another. Anyways they actually like each other after the ice breaker and start dating.

"Girl you look so good come on we've got to go" my best friend Alice said

"I feel like I look too different they're all going to mock me" I said

"No one's going to mock you we're all friends plus you look amazing so even if they say something it's just because they're jealous of how stunning you look" she said dragging me out the apartment

If I was worried about what the other girls thought her saying that would've been helpful but that's not what's on my mind. In fact I'm not worried about the group as a whole I'm worried about what Kenan will say. I've known Kenan for years as we have mutual friends which have now formed into one big friend group. He's the popular extrovert of the friend group the famous footballer he's the complete opposite of me I've never been one that likes to have loads of friends and talk to strangers on a whim. To begin with we got on just fine and by that I mean we didn't really talk but that was fine with me as we just wouldn't have anything in common but recently Kenan has started talking to me and by talking I mean mocking me. I don't know what I've done to him to make him act like that but it's made me not want to hang out with the whole group as I don't want to see him.

Some of the things Kenan says really hurt he makes fun of the way I dress, the way I struggle to talk in front of everyone, the way I act and pretty much everything else about me. Everyone else seems to find it funny as they always laugh at what he says but they hurt to hear. I try and make it seem like it doesn't bother me but every time I come home after seeing everyone I always just sit in my bed and cry. It's pathetic really I should just find a new group of friends who don't enjoy listening to someone make fun of me but I don't know how to make friends and I don't want to be all alone I'm not one to have loads of friends but I need to have a few or else I’ll go crazy.

Tonight might be different though it's supposed to be a birthday party for one of the other girls Sofia so none of the focus should be on me. There should also be some other people there too like Sofia's friends from class so I should be able to just hide out in a corner and go unnoticed most of the night. As long as I avoid Kenan I'll be fine and Alice has promised to help keep me away from him so I can enjoy my night too but sometimes he just pops up out of nowhere but hopefully that won't happen tonight.

There are times that I can't believe I used to like Kenan. When I first met him after one of the guys brought him along to a hang out I thought he was so hot. I'd never been so attracted to a guy before mainly because I'd never talked to many different guys but Kenan instantly caught my eye. For months I admired him without really talking to him until my birthday when he wished me happy birthday even though I didn't think he even knew my birthday. After that I only liked him more but I knew that he'd never fall for someone like me he's very much an extrovert loves talking to people and I'm the complete opposite not to mention that he could literally have any girl he wanted. As I knew I'd never be able to be with Kenan I decided to keep my distance from him as then I couldn't embarrass myself that way and I could try and get over my feelings. My feelings lasted for a long time in fact they only really went away when Kenan started being so awful to me as it showed me he wasn't the person I thought he was.

As I don't really drink I volunteered to drive to Kenan's house where the party is taking place as he has the biggest place in fact he's the only one who has a house the rest of us live at home or in small little apartments. There was nowhere to park so I let Alice get out while I drove around again and eventually I found a spot so I could make my own way inside. I had every opportunity to just leave right then but I forced myself to go in as I have to be there for my other friends. When I opened the door a few people looked over then I caught Kenan's eye which I was hoping he would just let slide but no I can't ever be that lucky.

"Ooh look someone's got dressed up for tonight can’t be trying to impress a guy because that'll never happen" Kenan said loud enough for everyone to hear

"Thats a good one man" one of the other guys said while laughing

"I bet she's never even been on a date with a guy" Kenan added knowing I was still in earshot

It hurt because he's right I've never been on a date because I can never get myself to talk to a guy let alone find one that likes me enough to want to go on a date with me. I tried not to let the pain show I just found a quiet corner to spend the rest of the party sat in. A quiet corner is exactly where I want to be all on my own to just sit and not talk to another soul it's not like any of them really care about me anyway. On my own no one can laugh at me and no one can call me a loner if no one notices me and I don't acknowledge them it makes life easier it makes nights like tonight easier.

I found my quiet corner and stayed there on my own for ages until Alice found me and dragged me into the group of people so I could socialise but the extent of my socialising was wishing Sofia a happy birthday. Then I just looked at the floor as Kenan was stood across the room from me and I could feel his eyes on me and I didn't want to accidentally make eye contact with him I just can't take anymore mocking tonight.

"Why do we still invite her to these things all she does is stand alone and say nothing a ghost would be better company" Kenan laughed

"She balances the rest of us out we all talk a lot and she doesn't creates a balance" one of the others said

That was it it was too much a person can only take so much and this was my limit. The tears started to fall and I just ran off probably making me look more crazy than they already thought I was. I didn't know where I was going I just had to get out of there but as I tried to open the gate someone put their hand on their arm to stop me. I looked at the hand and it definitely wasn't Alice which told me that it wasn't someone I wanted to talk to.

"Let me go I need to go" I said

"No I need to apologise" the voice I quickly recognised as Kenan's said

"Sorry but you're the last person I want to talk to" I said

"Please give me a chance to say sorry I really never meant to hurt you" he said

"But you did and you have been for months every time I see you you say something hurtful and you don't think it bothers me but it does it hurts I know I don't fit in with the rest of you I don't need someone telling me every time I see you" I said turning around to face him

"I do know that" he said

"That makes it worse you knew you were hurting me and still did it" I said

"I had a reason its stupid but I had a reason" Kenan said

"Then tell me the reason you've made my life hell for months" I shouted for probably the first time ever

"I like you and I have done for months I know it sounds stupid but I have feelings for you but you've always been so distant that I knew I could never have you so I thought if I said those things to hurt you then I would stop liking you or maybe you'd leave and I wouldn't have to see you across the room and admire you from a distance" Kenan admitted

"You know I had feelings for you too until you started this little game of yours I kept my distance because I don't know how to talk to guys I've never flirted with a guy let alone been on a date and your a famous footballer in my head we'd never have worked you need someone who is more outgoing and someone who looks like a model or is a model I'm not who you want Kenan" I said

"But that's the thing you are I've been with the outgoing model type and sure they're fun but they're really superficial there's nothing more under the surface whereas with you I know you actually have a personality I know everyone in there would tell me I'm crazy but I can just see that under the surface you're a really interesting person a person I want to get to know" he said

"Wait you actually want to be with me?" I asked

"Of course and I know I've messed up but if you can forgive me for making your life awful than I'd love to take you on a date" he said

"As long as you promise not to mock me in front of everyone anymore I think I'd like to go on a date with you" I said

"I will make it the best date ever I promise you" he said

He put his hands on my face and wiped my tears before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was magical I felt like electricity was flowing through my body and the whole world around me felt empty. It was just me and Kenan in that moment and that made it perfect. I never wanted the kiss to end but of course it had to so we both pulled away and Kenan walked me back to my car so I could go home but before I left he put my number in his phone and promised to text me with details of our date which I'm very much looking forward to.

#kenan yildiz x reader #kenan yildiz imagine #kenan yildiz #football imagine

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avatar-anna · 2 years ago

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Just a Taste

i was feeling inspired and i missed the young dadrry universe. enjoy!

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

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"Harry Edward Styles, don't you touch that!"

Harry's hand paused on his way to a mixing bowl filled with royal icing, a guilty look on his face. He really thought he'd been quiet enough to sneak past her. "Come on, Mama. Just a little taste?"

Y/n pinned her husband with a stare until his hand backed away. He went over to where she was rolling out dough with a rolling pin, a mix of holiday themed cookie cutters scattered around her. Flour coated her hands and arms, and a little had found its way to her cheek. Harry quickly wiped it away as he came around, his arms circling around her waist as he kissed the spot her flour had been.

He continued to kiss her until a smile appeared on her face and she finally stopped what she was doing to rest her hands on top of his, which had been Harry's goal, of course. She'd been up before he was to bake cookies, and he was feeling thoroughly ignored.

"Don't think by distracting me you'll get what you want," Y/n said, her eyes fluttering closed as Harry continued to nuzzle her neck.

"Think I want something else now," he murmured. Harry reached beneath her sweater, splaying his fingers along her heated skin. He knew every inch of her by now, each and every place that was the most sensitive and would make her arch into him or sigh contentedly. He wanted to reacquaint himself upstairs while they had time. "Come on. Simone's down for her nap. We can sneak upstairs for a little while."

Y/n all but melted at the promise in his voice, but she held fast. "I have to get this done. I told my parents I would bring cookies to their party."

Ah, there it is, Harry thought.

This was the first time Y/n, Harry, and Simone would be spending Christmas with Y/n's family. For the last couple years they spent the holidays in London with his family, but her parents reached out for a chance to start over and make amends this year. Y/n hadn't wanted to accept, but Harry encouraged her to at least hear them out. It had been years since she'd seen them, and even though things had been rocky when she left home, he thought both her and her family deserved a chance to set things right.

Plus, who would be able to resist Simone? She was the most perfect kid on the planet. It would be impossible not to love her, let alone hold any resentment over her.

"Everything is going to be just fine, my love," Harry promised. "Why don't you tell me what's really going on?"

Harry felt her body slouch as she exhaled a long sigh. Y/n turned in the circle of his arms and came to rest against him. She didn't say anything for a while, just relaxed against him while she gathered her thoughts.

She smelled like cinnamon and sugar, and over the top of her head, he spotted the gingerbread cookies she made earlier cooling on racks on the stove. They were his favorites, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on a couple of the miniature gingerbread men she'd cut the cookies into. Y/n had a knack for baking that really only came out around the holidays. Harry never thought he'd had a sweet tooth, but he had a weak spot for his wife's baked goods, and if his schedule was slow she spoiled him and Simone with all kinds of sweets. It was enough to make him work out for weeks after the holidays.

Before his thoughts got too carried away, Harry looked back at Y/n. He tipped her head up so she had to look him in the eye. He kissed her nose once, then her forehead, then her lips, until a small smile appeared. "Talk to me, Mama."

She sighed again, but this time she spoke. "I just...I want them to know that I'm doing a good job, I want them to know I'm a good mom."

"What? Baby, you're a fantastic mum," Harry said, a frown marring his features. That's what this is about? "You don't need their stamp of approval, Y/n."

"I know, I know. It's just that we're raising Simone so differently to how I grew up, and that's fine she's a great kid," Y/n explained. "I just don't want to give them any ammunition to judge how we're living our lives, you know? Making memories around the holidays were huge for me growing up. Christmas cards, decorating the tree, cookies, matching sweaters, and I—I don't want them to think Simone is growing up without that. I—I know it's stupid, but—"

"It's not stupid if that's how you feel," Harry said, cupping her cheek. His eyes searched hers, trying to decide if there was more that she wasn't saying. He'd become quite good at reading her, and he decided there wasn't. "But I don't think Simone is missing out on anything. Do you?"

Y/n shook her head. "She's happy, right? I know we don't lead the most conventional lifestyle, but she's happy, isn't she?"

"I'd say so. And hey, conventional's overrated. Remember when Niall dressed up as Santa so we could have a family picture? Or when we brought a Christmas tree with us on tour so we could put Simone's presents under it?"

Y/n grinned at the memories. "Or when the boys covered for us so we could sneak out and go to a Christmas market."

"I don't remember that one," Harry said as his brow furrowed.

Stretching up onto her toes, Y/n kissed his cheek. "That's because we never actually made it to the Christmas market."

"That's right! Simone was in Liam's room, and we stayed in, and you were wearing that little red set with the bows—"

Y/n kissed him properly this time, her arms crossing around his neck to bring him closer. His skin was soft and freshly shaven, a preference of Y/n's as she brought her hands to his face, though Harry had been trying to grow a little facial hair during his time off. He probably could've stayed like that all day, but he knew there was work to be done, and Y/n would be upset with herself if her icing went to waste.

"Let's get these cookies done and then head upstairs, hm?" he said even as Y/n began to kiss up and down his neck and his hands slid past her waist.

"Then get your hands off my ass, Styles."

"As soon as you untangle yourself from me, L/n," he said.

When she finally did, Y/n's lips were swollen, and her hair was a little messy. But she looked relaxed, not as tense as she had been when Harry came downstairs.

"Where do you need me?" he asked her, going to the sink to wash his hands before slinging an apron over his neck. "I can help with the baking part. I did work in a bakery, you know."

"Don't get me started," she murmured before offering the rolling pin. "Cookie cutting or decorating?"

"Mm...cutting. And maybe we save some just for us and Simone to do later?"

Y/n's grin was as wide as he'd ever seen it, which practically melted his heart into a puddle of goo at his feet. "Yeah?"

"Course, Mama. Between us, our little tyke is bound to be a baking genius."

Y/n rolled her eyes and swatted him with the towel that had been over her shoulder. They got to work, music playing on speakers, but low enough to hear Simone through the baby monitor if she woke up. Harry stole glances at Y/n as she got to work decorating the gingerbread men. He knew she was nervous, but he was thrilled that everything was starting to fall into place. Harry was home now that the band was on hiatus, Y/n was starting to mend her relationship with her parents, and Simone was about to get everything she asked Santa for and then some. At four years old, she didn't ask for much, but she had lots of uncles who were eager for a reason to shower her with gifts.

To Harry, everything was perfect.

Or, nearly perfect. Once the last batch of cookies were cooling and Y/n had decorated enough gingerbread men to take to her parents' house, Harry hauled her upstairs. "I still have that cute little set that you love so much," she murmured as she hastily pulled off his shirt. Excitement zinged through Harry at the thought, but he was too eager.

"Next time," he promised, falling back against the pillows, decorative ones Y/n had bought the week before.

"How do you want me?" she asked him, crawling to his side to run a hand through his hair. When he didn't respond right away, her brow furrowed. "H? Am I losing you?"

"No, I'm trying to think how much time we have before we're inevitably interrupted," he said.

"And then we have to get ready," Y/n said with a sigh, flopping on the bed next to him so that they were shoulder to shoulder. "Kiss and cuddle?"

Harry grinned. "You read my mind, Mama."

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sassysnakedemon · 6 months ago

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Sorry - it's been a while

So, I've been missing for a while. I had to take a break from socials of all kinds (although, tbh, I really only have tumblr and Ao3). There's been a lot of stuff happening. Trump getting re-elected was just the first brick in the wall (enjoy the Pink Floyd reference, if you like). I've been going through deep clinical depression, which is not unusual for me, but a real stop sign for social activity. I can cope, but only with a very basic amount of social activity, which includes 'real' relationships only, as those make my paycheck come through, where social media relationships do not put ramen on my table.

This sounds bleak, but on the plus side, prioritizing my real world activities has netted me a side gig that pays a hundo an hour for teaching the elderly to play the ukulele. That sounds like a joke, but it really isn't! And it's uniquely fun!!

I've also had to divest all of my investments that were made in the US, and transfer the funds to my bank up here in Canada - that took several days, and I was making sure to make it happen before the Inauguration took place. Luckily, I was able to make that happen, but I have a bunch of work to do now to make sure I can make some good investments in Canada instead. I would surely love to invest so properly that I actually become wealthy, and then I can start giving back in a really big way to the various communities that I so desperately want to support. But that's kinda first world problems, so I understand if you don't care about that! (I mean, my real dream is to become like Michael Sheen and just give up everything to help the people around me, and only keep that which I really need to live - unfortunately, with inflation and everything, what I have now is barely what I need to live for the next couple of years - and again, first world problems, but I have some plans - that don't include crypto - that might actually make it possible for me to turn what little I have into something big that could actually be life changing for the world around me)

On a far more personal note, I've finally made the decision (at the ripe old age of almost 48) to finally transition to male. I wanted to, like 30 years ago, but the LGB community was really unfair to trans people back then, so I spent the last almost 30 years trying so hard to be femme, when that's not what I am. I'm going for top surgery, as soon as I can lose enough weight to make it look good (I'm not enough overweight to have a problem with surgery, but enough that I wouldn't be happy with the results), and then we're on the road. If anyone wonders, my name now is Ezra - partly a cultural thing, and partly a Good Omens fan thing (if you know, you know), and I've gotten approval from everyone - friends, mother (and that was the hardest one, friends were all like 'yeah, we knew', but mom is a bit difficult) and best of all, my husband, who said 'I'm not much of a boob man anyway' in answer to my revelation. He also said that he couldn't live without me, no matter who, or what I was. That's something special right there! The plus is that I would be a gay man after transition anyway - never been really attracted to women in the first place, just didn't want to be one. So, I'm still wildly attracted to my husband of 20 years (this year in November - on Guy Fawkes Day, no less), but now I'm coming at the attraction as the man I've always been, rather than the woman I've been cosplaying for way too long. That's something, and it's been a big thing eating at my mind and soul for a long time. It's been keeping me from being completely open with everyone, and I apologize for that. But I had to wrestle with this particular demon one last time before I could rejoin the world.

I've also had walking pneumonia for the last month and a half, which does NOT make it easy to do anything, so I've been avoiding anything which isn't strictly necessary to do. I'm starting to recover though, so I will try harder now to rejoin 'all y'all', to make an appropriate Texasism, as I lived there for enough time to pick up the local jargon.

Suffice it to say that I will try harder to be a better friend to the friends I've made here, but give me a minute - I'm still finding my feet. And I've had a bit of trouble with the GO fandom, as I am finding it hard right now to hyper-focus on it when I've got so much else going on.

Can I say that the world sucks right now? Can I say to all of my friends here, and all of the friends that I'm yet to make, that I feel you, and will protect you? I am really feeling a sort of way, and it's hard to deal with. I wish the troubles were over, and that we could all sing together in fields of green - that we could love each other, even when we don't always agree. I would give anything, including the blood in my veins, for that future.

Sorry for the ramble - meds are partly to blame, but so is my depression - and my planning for a future I cannot see. I want to be engaged, but I'm finding it difficult. I want to be present for you, but that may not always be possible. I'm trying though, and I haven't forgotten any of the friendships I've made here - I'm just trying to be a better version of me before I come back and interact with everyone again!

@missunderstoodlyrics, @naturallyteal, @isiaiowin, @ilikeblue, @inezrable, @copperplatebeech,@phoen1xr0se, @di-42

#I'm okay #just not right now #trying though!#LGBTQIA++#if I didn't include you in the ats I'm sorry - just not doing as well as I would want to right now

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fbwzoo · 2 years ago

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Dog & cat updates!

Emma: is now actively asking for and enjoying pets almost daily from me and Jack! She occasionally enjoys pets from Joel & Arte as well. I've been starting to touch her legs and paws a bit more too, but without pushing too hard. We're going to see about having her sedated for her upcoming exam so it'll be less stressful & we can get all the things done - she needs a vaccine, plus nail trim and teeth check.

Oh, and she's basically finished potty training herself! She goes out both dog doors on her own now, though she still waits on us to let them out when we're home. But basically no accidents when we're gone now!

Addy: We've had her in weekly swim lessons at a local indoor dog pool for about 2 months now. She's doing so good with it!! She still doesn't entirely like it, but she cooperates, and we're pretty certain it's really been helping her legs. She really stretches them out well in the water, and even with a couple wipe-outs in that time frame, she hasn't been as sore or hurt herself in them. Joel & I have set up a schedule to get back to dog walks now that it's cooled off again, so I'll be able to observe her more then too.

Spring: Nothing new with the boy. He's still a good boy, good brother, and he's happy to just chill with everyone and go with the flow. He's such a good dog!

Phoebe: FAT. 😫 I slacked off a lot on monitoring cat food for the summer and ooof, it shows. They've both put on weight, but especially Phoebe. I'm getting back on track with that now & anxious about getting scolded by their vet. We were supposed to go the opposite direction with this after their last vet visit... sigh. Plus side, she's really not had any asthma attacks recently. Also she randomly decided Joel got Bebe Time??? That's the first time she's done it with someone besides me in 3 years!

Shilo: DECIDED TO SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF US & HIMSELF LAST WEEK. We had a plumber over to fix the washer. He was thought to be hiding, but not directly located, so when he got scared by the plumber going to the basement, he panicked, couldn't get into the main house, and ran out the garage door. He was out for around 15 hours, we're pretty sure he found a hiding spot and hunkered down. But stressed the hell out of the whole house for that whole afternoon/night. I slept on the couch and we left the run doors open, and I blocked Phoebe in my room so the dog doors could be left open too. I got up a couple times to go out and call for him. Around 3:30, I woke up, thinking I heard him. Called his name, he answered, and turned out to be on the back of the couch next to me. RELIEF.

He has a couple scratches on his head, which isn't a big surprise given the number of outside cats on our street, but he's otherwise fine. He hid in my closet for the first two days except for when I was home & in my room. Very mama's boy. But he's been recovering from the stress & settling back in now over the weekend. We're still watching him very closely for this next week or two, as he's had a stress cystitis episode once before & we're expecting he very well may do so from this too.

#fbw rambles #my pets #Addy pup #springy pup #Emma pup #phoebe kitty #Shilo kitty

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japanesedoramaandanimelover91 · 5 months ago

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"Nippon TV" airs a new episode of "Nino-San" today at 19.00 P.M. on japanese time and 11.00. A.M. on european time. Don't miss it!

The guest is Takumi Kitamura and "The Timelesz".

Takumi Kitamura will appear in "Nino-San" for the fourth time, "Am i appearing too much?" Passionately discusses the job that was a turning point in his life

Kitamura couldn't help but laugh and say, "Is it a little too much?" This is his fourth appearance.

Speaking about Kitamura, whose directorial debut came this month with a short film, Ninomiya Kazunari was impressed with his vitality, saying: "He's making and directing his own films, and he's even doing a morning dorama, right?" Since his debut at the age of eight, he has starred in countless doramas and films. Among his most memorable works, he cites a high school drama he starred in as a student. "It was a turning point for me. We all spent time in the teachers' lounge discussing acting. It was a production that made me feel passionate, which made me think, "Now we're working in acting!"" - he recalls.

On the other hand, Ninomiya said: "It's very rare to get to play a student while you're still a student. I haven't done that much," revealing that he initially had little experience in playing students, but he played the role of a high school student when he was thirty-two years old. Everyone was once again amazed by what they saw.

Kitamura, who is such a big fan of manga that he once bought at least one book a day, will also introduce the basketball manga that has influenced him the most. "It's a story of growth, but it always fails at crucial moments," he said. At the time, Kitamura was a member of a basketball club in high school, and the image of the main character facing adversity was an exact replica of himself. Among them, Kitamura talks about his favourite scene that he will never forget. Ninomiya was also delighted, saying, "I could listen to this forever" and "I want to listen to it while drinking."

Shohei Urakawa, the artist of "THE RAMPAGE". Shohei Urakawa gives a surprise interview at a diner where Kitamura often goes to try the best ramen he's ever had. For Kitamura, the restaurant in Nerima, Tokyo, was a ramen place where ‘everyone would go after clubbing, go home and then get back together’, and it was the flavour of his youth. In this important restaurant filled with such memories, Urakami tries to make almost his first cookery report, but his unique sense of words gets out of control.

In addition, we also take a look at the best curry in Okubo, Tokyo, which is highly regarded by Kitamura, known as one of the biggest curry lovers in the entertainment industry. When this delicious curry, which was already fully booked by the morning, arrived at the studio, Kitamura was delighted and said: "It's been a long time coming!" However, only the two winners of the quiz will be able to eat it. They will compete in a "Memory Trio Quiz" where curry will be on the line.

The first game was called "One minute to write down all your memories! Memory Quiz." The contestant who writes down the most information on a topic in one minute will get two points, while the runner-up will get one point. Kitamura, who really wants to eat curry, desperately tries to write down the answer, but when Yoshimura Takashi criticises him, he explodes with emotion, shouting: "Damn it!"

The second game is a test to memorise the face and name of a person you meet for the first time. Just before the recording began, participants were greeted by two fake employees who had recently joined the programme. Do participants remember the faces and names of these two? Take the quiz and choose one of the ten pictures of faces.

Third-"Memory Survival Game." Try to remember the signals that the model shows and try to reproduce them accurately. Will Kitamura be able to eat his favourite curry? Plus, in the final game, Kitamura performs a miracle for guests to enjoy, "Spinning Rock-Paper-Scissors with Nino! A test of five consecutive dodges."

This episode will feature Ninomiya Kazunari as the host, while Kikuchi Fuma , Yoshimura Takashi and the duo ‘Gunbareruya’ will act as "Nino-san's Family". Special guests will include Kitamura, "Timelesz" and Takahata Mitsuki (in alphabetical order), while Urakawa Shohei ("THE RAMPAGE") and Mayurika will appear in the video .

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echoesoftheuniverse · 5 months ago

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Wow my last post was back in 2021. It's been awhile.

So update, he cheated on me that same year. 5 months after that post. Pretty sure he was doing it before. We talked about everything, tried to mend things for about 6 months then i told him i couldn't do it. Of course i was pissed and my trust was broken. That's the typical outcome. No surprise there. The split took a bit longer due to neither one of us being financially stable so we had to tough it out for awhile until he could move out and i found a better job to keep up with my bills.

We still send memes to each other but that's it. Don't ask me why. There's no set of rules for how life in the universe works. We make this shit up. It's whatever.

Anyway, in 2023 he moved out a few months later I met someone new. I told him I wasn't interested in dating. I have zero back bone so he talked me into it. He's cute and sweet but not a good match. Too much teaching and hand holding for someone who is completely exhausted by life and cold raku use some support of my own. Instead I became his support and I couldn't handle the stress of my own life plus him not really knowing what to do in any given situation. We broke up. He got some things together. We tried again. I broke up with him 1st seen of this year. Still handle holding and mothering after I specifically told him when we first met that I didn't want to be anyone's mother.

So I'm single and honestly happy about it because the idea of a relationship right now exhausts me and kinda pisses me off. I really, sincerely, want to be left alone to enjoy my life by myself. I want to focus on me and spend time finding and creating the person I want to be and when I have to mother my partner and continuously get zero support like I have had to do with every partner, it leaves no room for me to truly be me.

Now, I'm working on setting better boundaries, telling people, "No" for once in my damn life, and expressing when I'm upset or uncomfortable. I never want to hurt anyone feelings so I never did these things but I always get hurt by not doing these things. I'm tired. I want to be cared for and respected too. So to anyone in my future, i will continue to be kind in the things that I do and say, but i won't hesitate to express how i feel anymore. I'll be kind yet firm when I express it. I don't need to be brutal, condescending, rude etc. Unless I'm at the end of my rope and it's a knee jerk reaction, i try to make sure I keep myself from having too many angry outbursts. (even though just like anyone else I'm human and it will happen) but I'm tried of letting peke stress me out.

I have been stressed a lot lately, but I'm trying to work on it. My most recent ex can be fun sometimes, but he still stressed me out. I have 0 capacity for his stress right now. I'm trying to be a good friend but I just don't have the room. So I get really anxious talking to him. He questions everything I do and for him he's just curious and I feel like he tries to look for meaning in everything. He says he doesn't but when I texted him some nonsensical, silly thing he's asking me why I'm saying it. I said I just felt like being silly. He says he's never heard me say it before.

ok like why does it matter? I'm just being silly? Me saying "I just felt like being silly" apparently wasn't a good enough answer so I really don't know what else I'm supposed to say. And heaven forbid I give him one word answers because I'm tired or truly have nothing else to say about the shallow conversation we're having. He always thinks I'm mad at him which in turn makes me annoyed. It's exhausting not being able to talk to and relax asking someone for fear you're being perceived as being mad when I'm reality, my brain is completely empty and tired from non stop stress. Now I have to be ON and perform so you don't think I'm mad. I fucking can't do it. I'm so tired. I just want to exist in a space peacefully. So I'm going to slowly start distancing myself. decline hangouts more and not text as much. He means well but I just can't do this.

Anyway. See you again in like, 5yrs unless I decide to come back sooner!

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Free license to pass on any of these questions that are too much, but may I ask when you moved to Japan/what motivated the move/how making friends as a foreigner in your late 20s there has been? I recently read and really resonated with your personal essay about discovering your passion for gyaru in your late 20s– I'm 27 and only in the past year finally feel sound of heart and mind enough to earnestly enjoy life. Moving to Japan is something I've always wanted to do, but I often feel I was supposed to do it in my very early 20s at a time society sees as more open to experimentation before "locking in" on life. Did you ever feel the same? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

hi!!!! thanks so much for the question!!! ♡

so, i actually first came to Japan when i was 24. i had just graduated from uni in London and wanted to try living in another country, and Japan had always been fascinating to me. i went as an English teacher and was dispatched to a small town in Hiroshima prefecture. it was during COVID, so i couldn't really travel. the job was also horrible and i felt stuck. after a year, i ended up going back to America, but i knew i wanted to eventually return to Japan. so after two years in the U.S., i moved to Tokyo on a student visa and spent eight months at a Japanese language school. now I’m working as an English teacher again, but my situation is much more favorable this time around. plus, Tokyo has way more opportunities (career-wise and socially) which has made a huuuuuge difference.

as for making friends, i haven’t had an issue. the foreigner community in Tokyo is diverse in just about every way imaginable. i’ve had the privilege of meeting so many people with wildly different backgrounds, but because we're all expats with a shared vision (wanting to live in Japan) there's this comforting thru-line of understanding. of course, you'll come across your fair share of dickheads, but you'll get those anywhere. they're definitely in the minority, though.

and i totally agree with you about being of sound mind and heart. while i think living abroad is an enriching experience at any point in your 20s (or beyond), being in a good place mentally and emotionally has made the challenges of living in a foreign country way more manageable. i’ve been able to actually grow from them in a way that feels... productive? sustainable? like instead of just aimlessly suffering through stuff, i'm able to process it in a way that allows me to positively grow as a person.

there really is no age limit for doing whatever you want. seriously. i know that’s probably cliche advice, but it’s true. and surrounding myself with people who share that belief has made it easier to let go of any societal pressure of having things “figured out” by now. also, meeting people older than me who haven't "settled down" in the way that we're told we ought to by a certain age has genuinely rewired my brain. getting “old” really is a mental thing. the moment you decide you’re “too old” to do something, that’s when it’s over.

of course, i think you should follow your heart. i’d say that whether you were 20 or 60. there’s no time limit on this kind of thing.

and if you feel comfortable and want to talk more, feel free to hop into my IMs whenever!! i’d love to help you however i can.

(also i can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear that my essay resonated with you. you literally made my whole week lol)

#i didn't add it here but i also have pretty severe clinical depression which is another layer of challenge #and has made me feel like i was behind in life many times #my depression stole most of my 20s from me anyway so now i'm trying to do all the things i want

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alphamales-rp · 1 year ago

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Blake relished every moan and cry the other let out. Every word Jasper said was perfect and went straight to his cock and it wasn't any wonder he had worked himself up to jackhammering into the other until he came with a loud growl, shooting thick, continuous spurts of his hot load inside the slutty acting student. It just so happened that the final winning goal of the game was scored at the same time, not to mention, several of the brothers who'd been enjoying the scene between the two also reached their finish. There were exponential levels of testosterone in the room now, the smell and aura of men was thick and heavy as they cheered and talked and Blake slowly pulled out of the beautiful blonde, smirking as he watched some of his excess load drip from the other's hole. He got to his feet but pointed at the other, looking him dead in the eye, "Stay," was all he said before turning to chat and cheer with some of the guys about the game, adjusting his cap a little and fist bumping a few guys, acting super casual as though he hadn't just fucked Jasper's brains out in front of the majority of the fraternity or like the other wasn't laying their with his come dripping out of him still.

Blake slowly adjusted himself, tucking his manhood back in his pants and fixing his shirt, again as though it were nothing and after a few minutes he said his goodbyes to the others and without warning to Jasper he leaned down and scooped the other into his arms and began walking out with him. "We're gonna spend the rest of the night in my place- don't think the guys are gonna be able to control themselves around you much longer," he said proudly as he easily carried the other up two flights of grand stairways until they reached the top floor, walking down a short hallway and reached a set of double doors which he kicked open to reveal the king's chambers. If the rest of the house had looked wealthy to Jasper, he'd have his mind blown by the suite they entered. It was modern and luxurious and featured things people only dreamed of being able to afford. He set Jasper down then closed the doors. The rest of the boys all knew too well where their king was and that he'd be more than busy for the rest of the evening.

"Welcome home, baby," he said, pulling off his clothes and tossing them, leaving them both completely naked. Blake couldn't help but flex and flaunt his incredible muscular frame for the other when he looked and he grinned arrogantly as he walked over to his massive bed, sitting at the foot of it and spreading his legs wide, "Get over here and on your knees - I want you to clean me off with your mouth and get me hard again - plus, we got some details to iron out now that you passed the first test," he explained. When the other had followed instruction, he popped the cap off the bottle and his free hand rested on the back of Jasper's head comfortably and he moaned approvingly as he felt the other's mouth on him again, his cock a little more sensitive now but clearly already throbbing back to hardness. "Like I mentioned earlier- you're gonna stay in here with me while you're here at the frat," he started, speaking lowly and almost intimately with the other now that there wasn't any loud music or conversations to compete with, "You sleep in my bed and you wake up in my bed," he simplified, "When you're under this roof, the boys and I can use you how we want, when we want," he repeated his sentiments from earlier, "I - obviously - get highest priority, then the A-team athletes, then the seniors .... then so on and so on, you get the picture," he softly stroked through Jasper's hair, leaning back and enjoying the other's mouth for a few moments before continuing, "Only rule is nobody but me gets to touch you when you're in my room. Unless they have my permission - duh - but, that means, if you need a break, or you need to clean up or whatever, you just come in here and nobody bothers you and if they do, I'll find out and I kick their asses out the house and blacklist their family and void any alumni related to them from the records," he said with a shrug.

"We want you here everyday," he hummed, lightly fucking the other's mouth now, "So, tomorrow after I get a nice good morning fuck outta you, you can go get your stuff and move in here," he planned, "You'll get all the amenities any other brother here does - so, free transport, full access to the kitchen, chefs, gym, all that shit, I'll get one of those bitches at the campus office to email you your welcome package with all the info when I re-register you as one of ours," he grinned, "Oh, and- If any projects or professors or whatever get in the way of you performing your duties ... just let me know ..." he paused his hips and waited for the other to look at him and he winked devilishly, "I can take care of anything," he said smugly before returning to using the other's mouth like a toy, "I can already tell you're gonna be the perfect slut for me and my boys," he complimented dirtily, "Any questions? Or are you ready to get up here and ride the stud? Because fuck knows I'm ready to put another load in you."

It was difficult to focus enough to even properly perceive anything other than the massive cock pistoning deep inside him and out again, slamming into the tightness of his cunt over and over, heavy balls smacking against his round cheeks with each hard thrust. But Jasper was too much of a slut, and honestly a bit too cocky about his skills as such, not to soak up the horny curiosity of the frat guys around them, inquiring how it felt to fuck him, without a doubt looking forward to their own turn of dumping a load inside their new house bunny. But what really made the smirk on his lips widen through all the ecstatic bliss of lust, was Blake's responses to the other guys. Through all the machismo and demeaning talk, Jasper felt oddly seen by the frat president, the alpha stud clearly seeing that the blonde was more than just an average bitch looking to get their hole wrecked one night and then be satisfied with being discarded for the next model. Indeed he had every intention to keep himself in perfect shape, keep that hole tight and fuckable so that none of these stallions would even think about unloading their testosterone somewhere else. "Fuck yeah...", he groaned, lust-veiled blue eyes looking directly into Blake's as the other held his face. "This cunt will stay nice and tight for yall... The hole of your dreams", he promised, his voice breaking towards the end as his statement turned into another heated moan.

Jasper's vanity made him doubt if he agreed with the other on being too dumb to be anything but a warm hole to get fucked - but there was no denying that he was at least a bimbo by choice. His reputation spoke for itself; classes were mostly a necessary evil and studying truly wasn't what he was attending school for. Acting was indeed a passion of Jasper's, and he enjoyed putting on a show and being the center of attention, but having his brains fucked up and being filled balls-deep by a hunk with a massive dick? There was no denying that he considered that his true calling, his biggest talent, and happily would've agreed to spend his days doing nothing else. He wasn't sure what his professors would have to say about that, but maybe the fraternity could actually make it a reality.

Of course he wasn't aware just how desperate the organization had been for a slut like him, that the lack of a proper cumdump and a way to find release had nearly led to the frat's collapse - but he honestly couldn't have cared less either. None of that mattered anymore, none of these wannabe whores would be remembered much longer at all, not after fucking him made them all pale in comparison. "Fuuuck... You do! It's your fucking hole", Jasper groaned, clenching his pink pucker around Blake's fat length when the other announced he was close, almost as to try and milk every last drop from the alpha cock. "Fuck, I need that alpha load so fucking bad, please breed me, stud... I want that seed filling me up! I'm your fucking cumdump... You own this hole!", he growled passionately.

#scnsuality

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 3 years ago

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Date (Christen Press x Reader)

It is 1:30am and this is absolutely not edited at all so mind any mistakes. I hope you enjoy :)

Warning- Some mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

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I was a highly anxious person. I know it's a bit weird considering I'm a professional soccer player who plays for the national team. The only time I'm ever really relaxed is on the field. Most of the time, seeing fans after the game doesn't make me that nervous either. Lot's of people, too much noise, media days, plus much more is what made me most anxious. So much so I'll have non-verbal episodes where I get overly anxious, I stop talking as a way to cope with it. My therapist and I had been working on ways to cope better which was helping slowly. It was still a big issue.

At my first camp I had quite a few non-verbal episodes which led the team to think I didn't really like them. After I got to know them a bit better, I had written a letter to explain, since no matter how much I tried I could never get out the words. They were all really supportive, still included me even when I stopped talking and started to be able to understand my way of communicating when I couldn't talk. I was more comfortable around them now which mean It was going non-verbal less. Except when it came to Christen. I had a huge crush on her, my anxiety spiked whenever she was around and I got incredibly nervous. She had never commented on it so I hoped she didn't notice. It also never changed the way she interacted with me. Despite how nervous she made me, I still found myself drifting to her in crowds as a form of comfort.

Kelley knew all about my crush on Christen. I'm not sure how she found out, but she did. Since then she has been trying to get me to ask her out. Kelley was pretty sure that Christen felt the same, I had never gotten the courage to do it though. Now, I had no choice. I was so sure I would beat her that I had made a bet, if I lost I had to ask Christen out. Of course I had lost. It took a lot of pacing and encouragement from Kelley to finally be able to even approach Christen. Then it took another few minutes before I could look at her let alone ask her.

"Are you okay Y/n?" Christen asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Go on a date with me?" I blurted before I could shut down again.

"Seriously?"

Her response had me panicking. I couldn't tell if she was just surprised or if she was disgusted by the idea, so before I could think about it, I responded, "I had to at least ask you, I lost a bet with Kelley."

"Well, you asked so that's that."

I realised that I messed up by saying that so quickly added, "Wait, I actually do want to go on a date with you, this bet with Kelley was just to push me to actually ask."

"Sure it was."

"I know that came out wrong, but I seriously do want to go on a date with you Chris. I've wanted to ask you for a while now, but you know words are not my strong suit at all and I was scared and nervous an-"

A hand on my arm made me freeze, "You're rambling."

"Sorry."

"Yes, I would love to go on a date with you Y/n."

"Really?" She only nodded in response, a small smile on her lips, "Awesome, um great, can't wait."

Christen giggled, "You're cute when you're nervous, do we wait until we're back in LA?"

"We can if you want, but uh I have an idea if you're free tomorrow night?"

"Well we don't have anything team related tomorrow night so yes I'm free."

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 5:30?"

"I can't wait." We just kind of stood there for a few seconds, until Christen spoke up again easing the slight awkwardness between us, "Help me pack these away?"

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I hadn't slept well last night. All I could think about was my date with Christen which made me anxious because I wanted to impress her. I was also worried I would get so nervous around her that I would go non-verbal again. That was the last thing I wanted. Overthinking it would probably increase the chances of it happening, but I couldn't stop the thoughts no matter what I tried. I was even thinking about cancelling the date all together. All the thoughts, mixed with lack of sleep sent me into a panic attack before that could happen. Kelley had helped me through it before laying with me until I eventually fell asleep. When I had woken up again, I was alone, but a lot calmer. I was able to focus on setting up the date.

I had another mini panic attack in the shower when getting ready, but still managed to make it to Christens room on time. Christen was wearing a simple, sleeveless black lace skater style dress that stopped just above her knees, with low heels. I scanned her body quickly before forcing myself meet her eyes. She was stunning. I played with the ring on my finger to keep my nerves in check, "Y-you look um amazing."

She blushed slightly, "So do you Y/n." I was wearing black skinny jeans, with a burgundy button up and flat ankle boots. I naturally ran hot and it was a warm night so I wasn't wearing a jacket. If I'm being honest, the only reason I even had a jacket on me was incase Christen got cold.

"Shall we?" Christen slipped on her jacket then we made our way out of the hotel. The place we were going was only a five minute walk from the hotel. It took a lot to resist the urge to hold her hand as we walked. I know she agreed to go on a date with me, but I didn't want to do anything she might not want me to. My anxiety was already telling me that maybe she only said yes because she didn't want to hurt my feelings.

When we arrived at an apartment complex, Christen looked confused, but followed me up anyway. One of my friends was away for a couple of nights and had let me borrow her apartment. She had a balcony that had an amazing view of the city especially at night. I had set the table on the balcony to look similar to a restaurant and had strung up fairy lights around the balcony. The thought of lots of people, the possibility of people recognizing us and going on a date with Christen meant my anxiety was through the roof. I couldn't calm my nerves enough to take her to a proper restaurant so I was trying my best to make it romantic.

Christen looked slightly shocked when we walked in and she saw the balcony. I found myself nervous that she wouldn't like it or would have preferred a proper restaurant.

"So, I know this was probably not what you were thinking, but as you know I get nervous around lots of people and since I already get so nervous around you, I didn't want that to get in the way of having a good night. I hope this is okay."

"This is perfect Y/n. Did you do this? Who's apartment is this?"

"I did. I wanted it to be nice for you. It's a friend of mine, she's out of town for a couple of days. Can I get you a glass of wine?"

"It's beautiful. I would love one, thank you."

After getting the wine for Christen and beer for myself, we sat down at the table while I waited for dinner to cook. I had spent the last few hours setting up and preparing dinner. Cooking and baking was something I loved to do and I wanted to spoil Christen so I had made lasagna with homemade pasta and pasta sauce, homemade garlic bread sticks and salad. I also made dark chocolate and raspberry truffles. We had an off day tomorrow, so a cheat night wouldn't hurt.

We made small talk for a while, well Christen did most of the talking until I felt myself start to relax a little bit and could actually talk without being a stuttering mess. During dinner we mostly ate in silence, but it was comfortable.

"That was amazing, thank you," Christen said after we finished dessert and took our plates to the sink.

"You're welcome Chris. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

After a few minutes of enjoying the view, Christen spoke up, "So, you get nervous around me?"

"Incredibly nervous, that's part of the reason I get so quiet around you."

She smiled softly, "Why do I make you nervous?"

"Well, you are beautiful, ambitious, smart, considerate, passionate, funny, and you're kind of intimidating."

"Intimidating?"

"N-not in a bad way, I just have a big crush on you." I cleared my throat, before standing up, suddenly feeling nervous and slightly awkward about how much I had revealed to her, "Do you want more wine?"

Christen grabbed my hand before I could get far, "Hey, don't get all quiet and shy on me. I have a big crush on you too so we're even. You kind of make me nervous as well."

Reluctantly, I sat back down across from her, she didn't let go of my hand, "Really? Don't take this the wrong way, but I kind of find that hard to believe. I mean, I'm just me."

"You are you. You are an amazing person Y/n. I admit it was your quietness that made me most nervous. I could never get a read on what you were thinking or feeling, um for me specifically. At first I just thought you didn't like, well any of us, then you opened up more and I got some mixed messages about how you felt about me. Sometimes, you would be really talkative, other times, more so around me you just didn't say anything. Then, I thought you would flirt with me, but I also thought it could be all in my head. I now understand why you're sometimes talkative then not other times. Even understanding why still made me nervous though because I didn't know how you felt."

"I'm sorry, I know I can be confusing sometimes. You're right though, I was always more quiet or had more non-verbal episodes when you were around because of how nervous you made me, but you also sometimes made me feel more comfortable. Having you around in situations where there were lots of people or media days, made me more relaxed. And yes there were times when I would feel confident and flirt with you."

Christen smiled, lacing our fingers together, "Is it bad to say I'm grateful for Kelley and her bets for once?"

"No, because I agree. I honestly don't know if I would have asked you anytime soon if not for the bet."

Our fingers remained laced together as we enjoyed the view and talked about anything we could think of. This had to be the first time I had felt this relaxed around Christen. It was probably because she now knew how I felt and felt the same way. Knowing that had calmed my nerves enough to realise how calming Christen actually was to be around. Yes, she was a comfort in some situations, but I had never been able to relax around her much. I was still a bit nervous if she would want to go on another date with me, but I was trying my best to push it away and just enjoy the moment.

Christen kissed the back of my hand. Goosebumps made their way up my arm at the feeling as I stuttered over what I was saying, Christen tried and failed to hide her giggle while I couldn't help think about what it would be like to kiss her, "Thank you Y/n, I think this is the best date I've ever been on. I don't want it to end."

My heart felt like it skipped a beat. All I wanted to do was give Christen a good night, to make her feel special. It was a relief to hear that she had enjoyed it, "It doesn't have to."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my friend did say we were free to stay here the night. She definitely meant it in a different way, but she has a comfy couch, big TV, multiple streaming sites and popcorn. We have an off day tomorrow."

"Movie night?"

"Movie night. You pick the movie and I'll get popcorn. There's a box of my clothes in that room over there if you want to change."

An expression, I could have sworn was jealousy passed over Christen, but was quickly covered up, "Why is there a box of your clothes?"

"I stored some of my stuff here when I moved and I've just never taken that box back." I quickly got changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie before putting the popcorn on.

When I got back, Christen had changed, picked some rom-com and was cuddled under the blanket in the middle of the couch. I chose to sit near the arm of the couch with my legs tucked up, leaving space between us so I didn't cross any lines. About 20 minutes had passed when Christen moved to sit cross-legged, she ended up closer with our knees touching. I still had my legs tucked up so I shifted slightly and put my arm up on the back of the couch as a way of inviting her to cuddle if she wanted to. A few seconds passed before Christen moved so she was cuddled up against my side.

The couch was wide enough that two people could lie down, cuddled up with each other pretty comfortably so I moved us to lying down. I was lying down flat while Christen was lying on her side with her head on my shoulder and an arm over my stomach. There was room for her to move back a bit if she wanted to, but she didn't which made my heart speed up. It was comfortable and safe, like we were made to fit together.

We stayed like that until the movie finished and Christen looked up at me. She was so close that if I moved a few inches I could kiss her. I decided to just push away my nerves and asked to kiss her before I could back out. Christen simply nodded. My hand was shaking slightly as I cupped her cheek and connected our lips in a soft kiss. Her hand covered mine, making me relax fully. The kiss was soft and sweet, it was like nothing I had experienced before. As cliché as it sounds, I felt sparks and goosebumps, but most importantly, I felt peace, comfort and safety. All my anxiety melted away and I never wanted to let her go, never wanted to stop kissing her. After a few seconds, a smile broke out on Christens face, making us pull apart. I couldn't help the grin that grew on mine.

That night I fell asleep on the couch with Christen cuddled up against me and a smile on my face. It was the first night in a long time I had fallen asleep then stayed asleep with no issues.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #christen press x reader #christen press/reader #uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso imagines

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justahopelessssromantic · 3 years ago

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You Make it Feel Like Christmas

Here's my contribution to @notroosterbradshaw #hello december playlist challenge ispired by the song You Make it Feel Like Christmas by Gwen Stefani. This is just pure fluff Christmas fun. I'm so thankful I was able to come out of a little writers block and get this done! I hope you all enjoy 💖 Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates!

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x FemReader

Warnings: Pure Christmas Fluff

I want to thank the storm that brought the snow

The view outside the large picturesque window of the Seresin family cabin looked as if the place sat in the middle of a snow globe that had just been forcefully shaken. The flakes falling were beautiful, fluffy things falling down magically as if specially just for you.

Jake watched you from the living room sofa. Your face was so in awe of the winter wonderland before you. You couldn't look away. He however couldn't take his eyes off of you. Jake had been so in awe of you since that first day together after your deal. It was like a switch had been flipped for him from just friends to something more.

What brought you to Jake's family cabin started as an agreement between the two of you just mere months before at the Hardeck. What was supposed to be an effortless plan now turned into something much more for Jake. The deal was simple: both of you were single this year, him more miserably so than he'd care to admit after his latest breakup, and together would spend the holiday season as a pair this year so you wouldn't have to do any of the events of the season alone. Sort of like a Holidate is how you explained it to him from a movie you had seen on Netflix. You gave him the rundown on the rules and it sounded foolproof enough. Instead of spending the holiday alone you'd be each other's dates. No strings attached. Simple, right?

You then made him come over to your place and watch it with you so he'd grasp the rules of the arrangement better. If you were one thing it was thorough. He ended up enjoying the movie a lot but he wasn't going to let you know that.

"So after all this is over we're going to profess our love for one another?" He had asked. "What about the no strings attached part?"

"Well obviously that part we just disregard. It's just a movie, Jake." You waved him off with a hand. "Plus there is no chance in hell that I would ever fall for you."

Jake chuckled, settling deeper into his spot on your sofa. "Well good because I wouldn't fall for you either and I'd hate for things to get awkward after I'd have to let you down gently."

"Great, then it sounds like we have a deal."

But as the days went by with him spending more and more time with you he had fallen and fallen hard. And now there were all sorts of messy tangled strings everywhere and he had no idea how he was going to untangle the mess he had made.

Sweet gingerbread made with molasses

My heart skipped and I reacted

First on the agenda was your family's annual Christmas party where you'd exchange gifts and cookies over a delicious meal your grandma would make. So in preparation the two of you had to make two different kinds of cookies, four dozen each plus of course extras to give to the rest of the team.

You had your recipe book out reading the ingredients off to Jake as he set out everything that was needed for the sweet treats. The two of you would take turns reading the instructions while the other did the work until you had the dough perfectly set up.

You began rolling the dough into perfect little balls as you recited Elf, which you had turned on to watch as you baked, word for word. Jake of course made fun of you for it but you paid him no mind.

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear." You reminded him before joining along with Buddy the Elf. "I'm in a store and I'm singing" You belted out with him before receiving a face full of flour leaving you speechless.

"I'm so sorry," Jake did his best to keep his laughs in but it just wasn't working, "but I just had to stop that atrocity somehow."

You stared at him unblinking for what felt like forever. Jake began to sweat a little thinking his little prank had severely backfired and he'd be facing your full rage any moment now.

You raised your hand and he was preparing for a slap when smack there was the cold crack before the gooey contents of the egg you had snuck into your hand were now sliding down the side of his face.

"Oh it's on now."

Maybe ten minutes later the two of you sat on the kitchen floor amongst your mess exhausted from the food fight and laughter. Jake pulled a piece of shell out of his hair. "Lucky for me I heard raw egg is eggcelent for your hair."

You rolled your eyes at him. "You did not seriously just say eggcelent." You snorted with your laughter.

It was then that his heart skipped a beat.

Thought I was done for, thought that love had died

But you came along, I swear you saved my life

The drive up to the Seresin family cabin was a quiet one. Jake was too lost in his own thoughts while you slept peacefully in the passenger seat of his truck. He didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't want to ruin the incredible friendship he had with you.

He wasn't expecting to fall in love. He didn't think he'd feel it again after the last heartbreak but man he couldn't be happier or more terrified.

He decided he was going to tell you even if it didn't turn out as he had hoped. He just had to make sure you knew how he felt and that you saved his life.

Now it was the night before Christmas. You had just finished helping Jake and his mother clean up after dinner. You told her to go relax and you would handle the rest which Jake stayed behind to help you out. It was rather peaceful as he washed and you dried in harmonious silence. You had come to love his presence. It just felt natural at this point.

You finished up and both headed out to join everyone out on the deck for some hot cocoa under the stars. Everyone was staring at the two of you now where you had stopped.

"Look who is under the mistletoe!" Jake's mother pointed out to the two of you.

You looked up and sure enough someone had planted the mistletoe right where the two of you stood.

"You know what that means…" She encouraged the two of you. She was most certainly your biggest fan.

Put on the spot you didn't really feel like you had much choice here. Not that you really minded. You turned to Jake who was staring at you now trying to read his reaction to your predicament.

Now was his chance to say something. He opened his mouth to speak and suddenly all the words were stuck. He couldn't even get one word out. He was certain he looked like an idiot standing there. It felt like that moment was never ending, the two of you stuck frozen in time just staring at one another.

You decided to take charge making the first move. "Are you going to just stand there staring at me Jake or are you going to close the pretty little mouth of yours and kiss me already?"

You caught him off guard but thankfully he recovered quickly. You didn't have to tell him twice.

He swept you up in what most certainly could be described as the best kiss you had ever experienced simply taking your breath away before you parted.

His family's cheering was muffled around you. All your focus was on him who was grinning like an idiot mirroring your own expression as you held each other there.

"So much for never falling for me." He gloated.

"Oh shut up, you fell for me first."

I never thought I'd find a love like this

But I found forever in that very first kiss

✨You make it feel like Christmas✨

#hello december playlist challenge #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin

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iamnmbr3 · 11 months ago

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You raise great points. To me, even the locket wasn't that interactive - certainly not compared to the diary. It almost behaved more like a cursed object (with some bonus Tom Riddle themed features). Given all the memories we saw in book 6 that fleshed Tom out as a character it would be cool if we got to see Horcruxes that were more clearly sentient and sapient like diary, and reflected the Toms from various time periods that Harry saw in the Pensieve. For example, we could've had Borgin & Burkes era Tom in the locket etc. Especially if they couldn't destroy the locket right away they might end up trying to get information from it. Also, it might make killing it more dramatic (or even more difficult) if the locket was more human the way the diary was - and it would also make it a more dangerous and dramatic opponent. Also, Hermione says in the beginning of book 7 that emotional and not physical closeness is what puts you at risk from a Horcrux...which is the opposite of what we see with the locket. (This makes for some very fun and interesting alternative against-the-grain readings, headcanons and analyses about the locket not actually being a Horcruxes, but if we assume it IS a Horcrux then it's another sloppy plot hole introduced for no reason). Also, as you say the effect on Kreacher - who was both physically and emotionally close to the locket is never discussed, which is a real missed opportunity.

Also, the fact that it never affects Umbridge is a huge missed opportunity. JKR said afterwards that the Horcrux didn't affect her because she was already so evil but that doesn't really track. The diary didn't possess Ginny because she was pure of heart. Diary!Tom fed on and possessed her because doing so gave him power and allowed him to transcend the confines of the diary to affect the physical world. He didn't care whether or not she was a good person. Also, if the locket somehow feeds on/amplifies negative emotions/urges then surely someone who is already evil would be even more strongly affected. Plus, if the locket was all powered up on Umbridge then it would have more energy to generate a physical form to interact with the Golden Trio and be a more formidable opponent. Not to mention, it could be cool if Umbridge was being possessed and it got revealed a plot twist - esp if their infiltration of the Ministry lasted longer.

And I totally agree about the cruciatus curse scene. I've talked about this before (though sadly the tumblr search feature is failing me) but I hate that scene so much. It could've been a really cool moment if given proper narrative weight, but instead it's just a thing that happens and because of how it's presented it feels kind of jarring and ooc. Harry, when confronted with the woman who just murdered his Godfather is understandably incensed but even so is not able to cast the spell properly because he can't truly enjoy hurting her. So then having him be able to do it over something so minor feels kind of inconsistent.

Now, as you pointed out, you could do a really interesting exploration of how the war has changed Harry and caused him to experience some dark feelings and make some dark decisions. The problem is, this moment isn't framed that way at all. We're not supposed to think it's some dark awful thing he does. He doesn't reflect at all on the implications of the fact that he now actively revels in torturing someone to the point that he casts an Unforgiveable so powerful it sends someone literally flying - flailing and writing and screaming through the air - something on par with someone like Voldemort or Bellatrix casting the spell. And no other character reacts with horror or surprise either. McGonagall just calls it gallant and treats it as a totally trivial matter. She's not even surprised Harry could do it. So what's the point? This is a huge, character changing inflection point but it affects nothing and no characters comment on it or react to it so it ends up feeling underwhelming and ooc and jarring to the point that I ignore it. I think JKR just put it in there to tease the fact that Harry might use the Killing Curse but it kinda falls flat.

Generally I pretend I do not see it when I'm doing character analysis and meta. I think in fic it's a great moment to explore the ramifications of. Maybe it's a moment that Harry starts thinking back on or questioning after the war. (Or alternately, it could be a moment that is the start of a dark turn, depending on the tone of the fic you want to write.) The fact that he was able to do that, and that he didn't even think about it in the moment, and that no one even blamed him has so many implications. JKR didn't play around with any of it but there's a lot you could do with it. So I'm kind of here for it in fic, but not in canon. Ya know?

I think I'm a lot harsher on plot holes in book 7 bc they feel way lazier. The ones in the other books feel more understandable I guess. Like, they are what they are, but at least an effort was made. The book 7 stuff is just so...in your face.

Normally, I post theories on this blog, and what I usually do is solve plot holes, but I'm currently rereading Deathly Hallows, and I honestly forgot how stupid some decisions there are. So, I'm compiling some of them here to maybe theorize and solve these plot holes later. But for now, I'm baffled.

1. I just reached the part where they started camping in the woods, and Harry just started being hungry, and I don't think I can adequately describe how dumb that is. Like, I can get wanting to stay hidden and stuff, but why not call Kreacher?

I mean, Harry showed in HBP he can just call Kreacher to him:

But the question was, how to call him? What did you do? Quietly, tentatively, Harry spoke into the darkness. “Kreacher?” There was a very loud crack, and the sounds of scuffling and squeaks filled the silent room.

(HBP, 419)

Why not call Kreacher and tell him to bring food to the tent? He's a house-elf, so he could apparate through their wards with no problem. They could've had Kreacher's cooking still, I just don't get it.

2. They didn't actually need to leave Grimmauld Place at all. The book explains it like this:

“Harry, I think he can. I—I forced him to let go with a Revulsion Jinx, but I’d already taken him inside the Fidelius Charm’s protection. Since Dumbledore died, we’re Secret-Keepers, so I’ve given him the secret, haven’t I?” There was no pretending; Harry was sure she was right. It was a serious blow. If Yaxley could now get inside the house, there was no way that they could return. Even now, he could be bringing other Death Eaters in there by Apparition.

(DH, 271)

But Yaxley wouldn't be a Secret Keeper, he couldn't bring other Death Eaters inside. This isn't how the magic works.

After Dumbledore dies, everyone he told the secret to becomes the Secret Keeper. Hermione is a Secret Keeper. She can reveal the secret to Yaxley by appparating him, but that doesn't turn Yaxley into a Secret Keeeper. It's just one Death Eater who knows how to get in that Harry and Co can kidnap, obliviate, or kill if they're really stressed about it. Yaxley couldn't bring anyone else inside regardless of how much he wanted to. He isn't a Secret Keeper, so all the other Death Eaters would've had to wait outside and watch the place the house should be in like they did up to this point.

And sure, Snape is a Secret Keeper but considering he somehow lied his way out of telling them the secret, even though we see Death Eaters stationed outside Grimmauld Place, I think it's safe to say, he wouldn't tell even after Yaxley knew and potentially returned with this information. I mean, the fact the Death Eaters are watching outside Grimmauld Place tells us Snape didn't tell them, and it should tell Harry, Ron, and Hermione Snape didn't betray the secret, as otherwise, the Death Eaters would've just broken in to search for them.

3. If we're talking of the Fidelius Charm and Secret Keepers, I don't get why Bill and Arthur Weasley have to be their own Secret Keepers. Why create this plot hole so late in the game? I mean, up until book 7, I didn't question why James and Lily had to have a third party as their Secret Keeper. It was just how the spell worked. Well, not anymore.

So, now I have to wonder why they were convinced they needed someone else, someone outside the house? Perhaps it was out of paranoia? So that if something happened to them anyway there'd be someone outside who could bring help?

4. And don't even get me started on the Battle of the Seven Potters. I mean, apparition or side-along apparition are completely viable methods of transportation, so why brooms? Wtf?

I mean, the Order makes this same ludicrous decision in OotP, when they transport Harry from the Dursleys to Grimmauld Place on brooms, so at least they're consistent in their stupidity.

Like, I could make an excuse for the use of brooms if they're trying to evade the Trace. According to how I believe the Trace works, the Trace wouldn't pick up on a broom the same way it didn't pick up on the flying Ford Angelica. It's an item already enchanted, magic isn't being cast, so it doesn't pick on it. So, while the Trace would pick up on apparition, it won't pick up on broom flight.

The problem with this is that in OotP we see the Order cast magic inside the Dursleys' house, making any chance of avoiding the Trace moot:

“Don’t be stupid, it’ll be much quicker if I — pack!” cried Tonks, waving her wand in a long, sweeping movement over the floor. Books, clothes, telescope, and scales all soared into the air and flew pell-mell into the trunk.

(OotP, 53)

And in DH, Harry is already 17, and the Trace shouldn't be a problem for him, so this excuse doesn't really hold water...

I'm sure I'll remember more as I continue reading, but these are the ones that really bother me now. Rant over (at least until I find a hopefully not super contrived way to make all this make sense in-universe).

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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Bad Behavior (Kang Yeosang and Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Dilf Sugar Daddy! Kang Yeosang × Younger Sugar Baby! Reader (Female) × Dilf Sugar Daddy! Choi San

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Dilf/Sugar Daddy AU.

Summary: After coming back and finding out their beloved princess misbehaved, Yeosang and San must remind her to not cross them again.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Aged up/Older ateez (but age differences are still within legal boundaries). Sugar daddy × sugar baby relationship. Poly relationship. Degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, edging, bondage, slight sensory play, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, daddy kink. Dom! Yeosang, Dom! San, Sub! Reader

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Yeosang sat calmly on the chair leaned against the wall, hands delicately placed on his lap as he listened to the desperate whines echoing through the room. His eyes were hardly blinking as he watched his friend press the wand vibrator further into the small, sensitive button of the young female. Her skin was heated, face flushed, cheeks burning. No matter how much she writhed underneath the man standing over her, she was still unable to free her wrists, which were bound by the ropes they had tied up to the bed posts, and the male who was currently edging her as he pleased made sure she kept her hips and legs with the help of his strong arms.

Taking notice of how her thighs began trembling and wanted to clench together, Yeosang quickly spoke up:

"San move the vibrator away from Y/N, she's about to cum."

Even though she had been blindfolded, she could practically feel the sadistic smile on San's face that sent shivers down her spine everytime she saw it. She threw her head back against the pillow, grunting loudly in frustration when yet another orgasm was merciless was taken away from her, leaving her in utter disillusion.

"Look at how cute she looks Yeosang, bucking her hips up into the air like a needy bitch." San let out a snicker as he released part of his hold on her lower half to watch as her body practically pleaded for his touch once more.

"How pathetic. Maybe you should have thought twice before going out without your daddies' permission to that cheap club and have your body groped by some lowlife douche."

With an annoyed click of his tongue, San gripped the end of her chin and tilted it slightly towards him.

"Well? Was it worth it? Did you enjoy having his dirty hands touching you? I hope it was worth it you little bitch."

Releasing his grip on her chin, Y/N then let out a tiny shriek when she felt the palm of his hand strike against her left cheek, leaving her stunned momentarily.

"I can't even look at you, let alone want to touch you after knowing someone else defiled you." If the silk material wasn't rendering her blind, she'd be able to see the disgusted look on San's face as he pictured the younger man in question touching and feeling up his prized possession.

"San, I understand that you are very upset and disappointed at our little princess, but slapping her like a common whore is not a proper punishment." Yeosang's eyebrows furrowed significantly as he witnessed the appalling incident.

"Oh don't be too soft on her Sangie. If she's going to act like a common whore, then we have to treat her as one. Besides...."

He let out a low chuckle as he traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb.

"Our princess likes being treated roughly. Why do you think she went out and disobeyed us? She probably wanted to get us mad so we'd treat her like this. Isn't that right babygirl?"

Y/N let out a shuddering gasp when she felt San's hand wrap around her neck, making her swallow harshly and hold her own breath even though he wasn't even cutting off her oxygen. Hearing her other sugar daddy sigh softly, she trembled even more when she discerned his footsteps coming towards the bed, stopping right at one of the corners were one of the ropes were tied to. She released the breath she was holding when San's hand was removed from her neck by Yeosang, who although having a stern look, was still very calm in his demeanor.

"She misbehaved, yes, but I'm sure she's very sorry about her bad behavior. Am I correct sweetheart?" Yeosang shifted his attention to her.

"Y-yes." She responded promptly.

"Yes what?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes daddy. I'm very sorry for behaving so badly." She corrected herself, remembering the way Yeosang liked having her respond.

With a hint of a smile, he lightly caressed her cheek, a sign that he was indeed pleased with her.

"Well then....why don't you show us how sorry you are baby?"

Feeling the tight rope being loosened up, Y/N's hands dropped to her stomach when they were finally freed from their confinement. The blindfold soon was also peeled off and she was graced by the sight of Yeosang's beautiful face peering down at her. Cupping the side of her cheek, Yeosang bent over so he could tenderly place a kiss on her. He was so gentle yet zealous with his kiss, Y/N found herself losing her breath the more he intensified their kiss. She didn't hesitate to part her mouth when his tongue swiped over her upper lip, she allowed him to take advantage as he wanted, wet muscle roaming all around her cavern. Just as they were getting lost in their passion, they were soon reminded they weren't alone when the other male cleared his throat rather exaggerated, his eyes elongating themselves even more as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Reluctant to break away from his dear sugar baby, Yeosang nonetheless took a step back.

"Now honey, Sannie here was very hurt by what he calls your betrayal."

San crossed his arms and let out an angered puff of air.

"Why don't you make it up to him? Show him how sorry you are?" Yeosang suggested, although Y/N knew it was more of a command.

Propping herself into all fours, she crawled over to the other side of the bed where San was. She tried reaching for his zipper, but San retracted himself away before she could even touch him.

"I don't know if I want a dirty slut's mouth sucking my cock. Who knows what else she's put in there?" He sneered at her, which made Y/N look down in shame.

Shaking his head, Yeosang walked over and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"San, stop being that way. Our Y/N is a good girl and she wants to make up for what she did. And I know for a fact you really enjoy having her suck you off."

San bit down at his bottom lip, enticed by the thought of his favorite doll's mouth stuffed full with his cock.

"Plus look at her, she wants your cock in her mouth too." Yeosang whispered softly in his ear.

Looking back down at the younger female, San took in her eyes that were widened like a deer's and staring up at him with a yearning. Although he made up his mind to give in, purely for his own satisfaction, he was going to have fun with it first.

"You want to show me you're sorry by sucking my cock babygirl?" San tilted his head down at her.

She quickly nodded her head, which displeased the other male.

"Words princess. Those lips of yours aren't just there to adorn your pretty face, now speak up or I'll take away your ability to speak." Yeosang gave her the first warning of the night.

"Yes, I want to show my daddy how sorry I am. Will daddy let me suck his huge cock?" She ended her inquiry by poking her tongue out to wet her lips.

With a totally smug grin, San started to unzip his pants.

"Hmmmm I don't know if you truly deserve to suck off my cock, after all, it's a superior cock to all the other one's you've had, aside from Yeosang's." He added, to which his friend couldn't help but smirk at.

"So why don't you beg first and then maybe I'll think about it?" But San and Yeosang both knew he'd end up face fucking the girl on the bed.

"Please daddy, let me suck your cock. I know I've acted like a total slut, but please use my mouth as you wish. Fuck yourself on my face until you make a mess of me."

With a satisfied gaze, San didn't hesitate to strip himself out of his pants, revealing that he had not worn any underwear underneath at all. Getting a peak over at Yeosang's disgruntled look, San could only shrug.

"We both know we'd end up fucking her either way so what was the point?"

Noticing that Y/N seemed to brighten up at his words, San was quick to tear down any illusions she had.

"Don't get ahead of yourself missy. Just cause I said we'd fuck you, it doesn't mean we're going to let you cum."

She couldn't help but pout her lips when he shut her down so cruelly. Resting a palm on the top of her head, San grabbed the base of his erect member and tapped the head along her upper lip.

"Maybe if you suck me off real good, I might think about it."

Lips parting around his cock, Y/N hummed as San sunk his length deeper inside her mouth. He sucked in a deep breath and then released a heavy groan, head tilting back as he slowly rolled his hips forward. Y/N generously opened her mouth to make way for his entire cock to slide in and out of her. San started a slow pace at first, wanting to savor the feeling of her wet mouth engulfing his entire shaft.

"Shit, you always treat me so well." He said in a raspy voice when he felt Y/N start suckling around his length.

"Told you she was our good little girl." Yeosang spoke up from the other side of the bed, watching in earnest as his friend was getting his cock sucked by their sugar baby. Feeling the atmosphere get heated, Yeosang started unbuttoning his dress shirt, peeling it open enough for his rock hard abs to peek out, a sight very few got to behold. He ran a hand down his thigh, resisting the urge to whip his own member out and jerk off to the scene in front of him. As much as he wanted to, he had a lot of self control and he'd much rather have Y/N wrap her own hands around his cock. Or better yet, he'd rather pound it into her pussy.

San continued to let our groan after groan, his hips starting to become more aggressive in their movements. With a hand gripping the back of her head, he forced her face down until she was gagging all around his shaft. When he released her, she only managed to take a deep breath before he was bucking his hips up into her mouth in a continuous motion.

"Oh God- yes that's right. Suck my cock like the good whore you are."

Y/N felt herself clench around nothing when he heard San speak up above her. Hollowing her cheeks even further, one of her hands slid up San's thigh and then cupped his balls. That action had him throwing his head back as he drove himself into her mouth more roughly.

"Oh fuck babygirl, you're driving me insane."

If she could, Y/N would have smiled at the praises San was now bestowing upon her. She made sure to squeeze and fondle his balls as she knew he'd like, further heightening the pleasure he was feeling. She was so concentrated and focused on sucking San off that she didn't realize Yeosang had leaned closer towards them. One of his hands delicately came up to caress his baby's ass, fingertips brushing across her soft skin and creeping closer to her tiny hole. With a sly smile, he plunged his middle finger inside her, wiggling it slightly before curling it up and rubbing it on her hood.

"Yeosang-" San growled when he was made aware of what was happening only because when Yeosang started pushing his finger inside Y/N's pussy, she had given him a particularly long suck that caught him off guard, nearly throwing him over the edge.

Smiling unapologetically, Yeosang merely added a second finger into her hole, using them to spread her folds apart.

"She's mine too and I get to play with her however I want."

Although muffled due to San's cock, Y/N was moaning wildly as Yeosang swirled and circled his fingers into her, his thumb playing close attention to her clit.

"My cute little doll for me to play with." He finished saying as he continued to finger her hole.

"Yeah? Well right now I'm going to paint this little doll's face with my cum. Make a mess on her."

Holding her head in place, San shut his eyes and through gritted teeth began to recklessly fuck himself against her face, his tip hitting the back of her throat every time he pushed back in. As soon as his cock twitched, San pulled himself out and quickly began pumping his length. Making sure to get as close as possible, San groaned in ecstasy when sputters of his cum started pouring out and landing on Y/N's face. Yeosang himself whined lowly as he watched the white liquid trickle down her forehead, cheeks and even her nose. Whatever fell close to her mouth was quickly cleaned up by her tongue, further pleasing the male she just brought to his climax.

"Oh you're such a dirty girl." He grinned at her.

Knowing his friend wasn't done with her quite yet, Yeosang slipped his fingers that were still lodged in her heat out. Bringing them up to his mouth, he licked it all clean as he saw how San began turning her so her ass was now facing him.

"You sucked me off like a champ baby, but you know my hard on is difficult to get rid of."

She did indeed knew, having been used over and over by solely him in just one night. It seemed he was insatiable when it came to her, never leaving without at least making sure they came 4 to 6 times. If Yeosang was added to the equation, then it'd be less, but only because it would get more rough, kinky and he'd insist on not pushing their precious princess too far.

Y/N eagerly pushed her ass up as far as she could, wiggling it a little just to put on a show for San, which he noticed.

"Does the little slut now want to get fucked from behind?" San teased, his hardening member poking at one of her cheeks.

"Please Daddy." She made sure to remember the manners Yeosang had taught her, the latter smiling proudly that she remembered the training he'd given her.

"All right, but only cause you said please."

They both moaned out, one from the overwhelming feeling of his member being gripped tightly and the other from having her walls stretched out so deliciously. Y/N couldn't get comfortable just yet, as there was still an extra pair of eyes watching them and he was now beginning to strip himself out of his clothes, his eyes peering down at the younger female so intensely.

"San, quit playing around and fuck her, but make sure she doesn't cum."

Before Y/N could get a chance to say anything, any words about to come out of her mouth were strangled out when the man behind her started pounding his cock into her core. His hands were gripping down harshly on her skin, using her ass as leverage to push himself back inside her even more deeper. Yeosang stood to the side watching all this with an eerily serene and pleased smirk. As much as he loved punishing and fucking their babygirl himself, he preferred and enjoyed more watching San carry out his orders and punish her instead. San may be the one who mostly took action, but it was always at Yeosang's commands. He was the true mastermind behind everything that happened in the bedroom. His cock was painfully hard as he reveled in the sight of seeing his friend's cock being driven inside Y/N's pussy.

"You enjoying this you fucking sadist?" San snarled as he noticed the way Yeosang was staring. Wanting to toy around with Yeosang for a bit, he cupped a bit of Y/N's hair in his hand before yanking on it so her face would look up at Yeosang.

Smiling with no remorse, Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

"More than you'll ever comprehend. Now can you please add a little bit more spice in this? Make it hard for our princess to not cum."

Having the perfect idea in mind, San used the free hand that wasn't gripping her hair to come down and spank one of her ass cheeks.

"F-fuck!" Y/N cried out as her body jolted forward.

"You heard Yeosang. Don't you dare cum at all baby." He warned her as his hand landed 2 more smacks across her skin.

Y/N's legs began trembling under San. The combination of his hips snapping his cock deep in her plus his hand striking her ass was becoming unbearable to withstand. She wanted to cum so badly, especially after hours of being edged and toyed around with before. Her eyes looked over to Yeosang, silently pleading him to allow her to give into her much anticipated release. But he remained unmovable, he just continued to watch her as his hand slowly stroked his shaft.

"Please daddy....." She whimpered in a rather pathetic manner, trying hard not to clench around San's dick.

When Yeosang moved towards her, she thought that maybe she'd get what she wanted, but instead she shuddered when he suddenly gripped her face harshly.

"I told you time and time again that I want you to use your words, but it seems you just don't get it. So why don't we try to fix that?"

Releasing her cheeks rather harshly, Yeosang looked over to San.

"San, do me a favor and shut her up for a while. I don't want to hear any sound from her for a few minutes."

Getting the hint of what Yeosang wanted, San sent him a knowing smile.

"It'll be my pleasure."

Pressing his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her face until it was completely sunken in the mattress underneath them. Yeosang smirked with satisfaction as he heard Y/N's screams being muffled now as San intensified his thrusts, the new angle making it easier for his dick to hit her g-spot each time he pushed back in.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum." He gasped out, frantically chasing his high.

"Cum inside her."

That command shocked even San. Ever since they started the relationship, they had never once came inside Y/N's hole, always preferring to cum on her body.

"Have you lost your-"

"Did I stutter? Either you cum inside her little cunt and fill her up or I'll make sure neither of you are cumming at all."

Knowing fully well Yeosang was very capable of making it happen, San didn't press the matter any further and caved in. With feral groans, he stilled his hips as he began emptying himself inside Y/N, cock spurting out endless amounts of cum that painted her walls. Even though her sounds were semi muted, both of them could make out her frustrated whines at not being allowed to cum while feeling San's hot semen pool into her. Releasing his hold on her, San pulled out of her and quickly stepped aside as he could tell Yeosang couldn't hold back anymore.

Before Y/N could fully catch her breath or get a hold of herself, she gasped when she was suddenly turned around on her back as Yeosang stared at her with hunger and lust. She let out a choked wail when his cock entered her and gave her no time to prepare as he started a merciless rhythm of tearing into her pussy. With her legs thrown over his shoulders, the position only made her more weak. Her clit and folds were beyond pink, bordering on a crimson red and were puffed up to an extreme. Tears brimmed down her face as she felt her body give into the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. Her body was so exhausted after so much foreplay and being used for her daddies' twisted ways that she felt like she was going to pass out from how intense her growing orgasm was becoming. She couldn't feel or register anything aside from the burning between her legs and the sound of skin slapping that was heard throughout the room.

"You wanna cum now my little doll?" Yeosang taunted at her, one hand snaking to her neck once more and squeezing softly.

"Yes! P-please let me cum!" She begged fervently, shouting as loud as she could even though her throat was being constricted.

"Fine. I think you learned your lesson princess. Now cum for me. Cum for your daddy." He instructed her.

With eyes rolling to the back of her head, Y/N's body started convulsing uncontrollably under Yeosang's. Her vision blurred as shockwaves gripped at her body and had her dissolving into a puddle of intense pleasure. Throughout all this, Yeosang continued to plunge his cock into her, not stopping until his own cum was flooding her heat, mixing in with her juices and with San's cum that had been previously bestowed inside her. He had a completely unapologetical and proud smile as he pulled out to watch his cum seep out of her.

"One of us is going to get you pregnant babygirl.... let's wait and find out."

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ethereal-faeri · 3 years ago

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boo! bitch i'm a ghost 👻 [act 2]

♡⃕ plus (1) ultra, izuku!

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— ten years after, y/n l/n is finally returning to japan. and ten years after midoriya izuku ghosted her. uraraka is guilty, bakugou is expectant, and well, their friends are just waiting for the awkwardness to subside. will there ever be a chance for the two?

♡⃕ chapter warnings — cursing, lol... angst if you squint but otherwise fluff

♡⃕ author’s note — ... im back ?? ASHDHDASH but not really ASDKJAHD i plan to finish all the chapters left for bbiag before updating again so i could post on a more stable schedule aksjhjskdh this is just a special chapter because it is izuku's birthday !

reminder ! this is set, maybe, when they were 2nd years. This is not post act 2, instead it's kinda like before the timeskip in the last chapters of bbiag act 1 so be mindful of that HSDHDASHA

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"where are we going, y/n?" the green-haired boy said, walking beside you as you both went outside UA. he could see the bag you were carrying but it was impossible to see what was inside. you simply grinned at him as you pulled his hand to a bus stop, just near UA.

"it's a secret!" you said as you bound the bus. you sat just near the back, beside the window and midoriya beside you. it has been a year since you both started in UA and you both were as close as ever. it's still quite awkward when your friend groups tease you both, but you learned to ignore it just as midoriya does because he will never see you that way ever because who tf are yo

okay, what. you sighed, eyes narrowing at the right earphone being given to you. you looked at midoriya who grinned, pointing at his phone which has his spotify playlist open. you smiled back, accepting the earphone and putting it in your left ear.

the past few months with midoriya constantly reminding everyone how you two were just friends, though you couldn't madmit to anyone, definitely sucked. like, what would you feel if your crush, albeit just a happy crush, vehemently denies the possibility of you two. sucks, right? but then again, you were just kind of glad that you didn't lose him. he's one of your closest friends, aside from katsuki, so losing him over such silly thing, is just…going to hurt.

hm. maybe you'll confess soon, before graduation maybe? but for now, you're going to enjoy everything he could offer to you, kinda stupid but what are you going to lose? your thoughts stopped when you realize the next stop was your stop and so, turning to midoriya, you motioned to take the earphones off.

"what is it, y/n?"

"we're almost there, next stop. get ready!"

you pressed the button for the next stop and he got off, offering his hand to help you down. he offered to carry the bag, to which you gladly allowed, because you knew him, he would not stop unless you gave it to him. you hooked your arm in his, a gesture you were both not new with as you did it even as a child, and walked to the park.

midoriya was curious, what were you guys doing at the park? his eyes lit up when you took the bag from him, taking out a blanket and putting it on the ground. "a picnic?"

"why not? we haven't done this since we were kids and we were with our parents, no less."

he chuckled. "that's true. well, then, i guess we'll enjoy the cool breeze, then."

you beamed, taking out a few items. "good! here are a few pens and paper, i know you wouldn't be able to sit still for a long time, so."

he grinned, taking them and thanking you. you were beside him, sketching a few things and writing things down. he did the same, with occasional muttering in his case. close to lunch time, you got out your bag again, taking a few bento boxes and a lunch box cake as well.

you checked the bento boxes, giving midoriya his and the lunch box cake was placed between you two. midoriya's jaw dropped, seeing the cutest box in his hands with his favorite, katsudon!

the lunch box cake in itself was cute, although a bit sloppy in design, but it was really cute and thoughtful as it said, "plus (1) ultra, izuku!"

"hehe, sato helped me bake it but i designed it myself! it was really hard, as you can probably tell, but i hope you like it!"

he had a watery smile when he turned to you, saying, "thank you, y/n."

you grinned, telling him to dig in which he did. you both sat in silence, watching nature as you ate. then, getting a lighter and a candle, midoriya blew his cake after he wished. you snapped a few pictures, uploading them.

a few hours after, you were now at the cinema as you purchased tickets for a rather new hero movie you knew midoriya was planning to watch. he was quick to buy the food and drinks, throwing you a pointed look when you tried to argue.

you sat in the middle, glad that you were able to snag good seats. midoriya couldn't help but look at you every once and in a while, though you didn't notice, completely engrossed in the movie. he couldn't help but notice your features, face burning as he tried to focus on the movie once more. no, this shouldn't happen. you were his best friend. he likes someone else. why the hell is he thinking about looking at you instead? fuck.

he didn't notice the movie was done until you were standing and looking at him, concerned. "you okay, izu? we need to go back, your friends are probably waiting for you."

"ah yeah, let's go." he grinned, standing up. he let you lead the conversation as you ranted about the villain in the movie and raved about the hero and basically, the movie he really didn't understand much, save for a few scenes when he was able to focus. he was glad you didn't really saw him being distracted, because he doubt he could lie to you.

once back in the dorms, you turned to him, grinning. "thank you for accompanying me, izu! i hope you had fun! here's your gift, by the way! please open it later!"

his eyes were wide, the things you did weren't your gifts…? he smiled, pulling you into a hug. he hoped you didn't hear his wild heart. "thank you so much, y/n. i enjoyed today, thank you!"

you beamed, patting his shoulder after you separated. "i'm glad! now go! they're waiting. happy birthday, izu!"

he grinned, his smile was so cute, you thought as you tried to still your beating heart. you walked to the sofa where the bakugou and the others were, smiling as they (except bakugou who mumbled) greeted izuku who waved as he walked to the elevator. you waved to him, saying goodbye.

once the elevator doors closed, he slumped against the back, holding a hand to his heart. yeah, this cannot be good. no matter, he's sure this isn't gonna last long. (he's kinda right and wrong…)

yep...definitely right and wrong.

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yknati · 3 years ago

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Y/N moved to Daegu to start over after the death of her mother. Unfortunately, a randomly observed murder thwarted her plans. Kidnapped by the mafia, she also reunites with her old high school friend, Min Yoongi. But shortly after their union, he has to fight with a new group of unknown assassins who will soon make his life hell....

Black Swans Heart Pt. 3

Yoongi POV:

Flashback:

With a deep sigh I got out of the seat. My driver opened the door for me, I took my bag and got out. I wanted to get back in and drive home.

"Have fun at school Mr. Min", the driver bowed, got back in the car and drove away. School...more like torture...being tied to a chair for 6 hours and being bombarded with technical terms can probably be hardly fun.

Plus it wouldn't do me any good anyway. Because my future has already been decided. I, Min Yoongi, should be Black Swan's next mafia boss. I was only 20. I still wanted to enjoy my life now...but I couldn't...every day I had shot training, self-defense, torture methods and all the other things that a mafia boss needs to be able to do. And then school?! I didn't even have any fun here, and that was already my second year. I still had three years ahead of me.

Although there was one.

Her name was Y/N and she was in parallel class. We did a few subjects together and even did a presentation together. She was the only reason I somehow wanted to go to school. Slowly I made my way forward. A lot of other students walked past me but no one paid any attention to me.

'If they knew I could have them all killed...' I kept thinking that to myself.

With a bang I opened the front door. Small groups lined the hallways, but some were alone, like me. I made my way to my locker before a slight giggle stopped me. Turning, it said Y/N.

Again and again I had to admire her for how well her school uniform suited her. My gaze lingered on her face. In the two years we've known each other I've never seen her sad or crying. And today was no different.

"Tell me, didn't you even notice me? I've been following you since you walked through the door," she bucked my arm slightly.

,,Sorry, I was thinking...is there anything today? You're kind of glowing even more than usual," I smiled slightly when she looked at me.

"Nah, I'm just happy to see you," then she hugged me. Just like that. My pulse was racing. I was afraid she heard my heart beating as she pulled away from me.

"Come on, let's go, the first lesson is about to start and we still have our shoes on...", she happily hopped past me to her locker, which was very close to mine.

Y/N POY:

Lunch break:

I quickly said goodbye to my friends because I wanted to sit down with Yoongi again today and tell him something important. I went to the playground with my lunch. Yoongi was sitting on a bench at the edge of the basketball field. As always, he wore headphones.

I marched towards him, heart pounding, but gave no sign. At least I hoped so. When I sat down next to him, he opened his eyes and turned off the music.

"Hey, with me again today? How did I deserve this honor?" he grinned at me so sweetly that I felt my heart melt.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be with you on break all week. It's just...Kimmy just broke up with her boyfriend and of course we were all there for her," he helped himself to some of my snack as, as always, he didn't have any himself. He just gave a slight nod itself.

'Ok Y/N, now... tell him, come on.... dare... just say: Yoongi I've fallen in love with you.... that's easy!!!' I was so busy that I didn't hear Yoongi.

"Hey Y/N? Are you okay?" He gently held my forearm.

'OH GOD I'M GOING TO PASS OUT!'

"Yes-yes...all good. I was just thinking about which girl would suit you," I smiled awkwardly at him.

'WHY DID I SAAAAAAY THAT??!!!'

"Hmmmm...I think you're the only girl who wants anything to do with me. So I would say you" he looked at me thoughtfully.

Omg did he really just say that?

,,W-because we're talking about stuff like that........Yoon..Yoongi...I...I like you...a lot....maybe I love you too..... "I narrowed my eyes as the last sentence slipped from my lips.

Yoongi POV:

I was speechless...that's exactly what I always wanted. Then why can I move more and tell her I like her too.

But then it came: "Y/N...me...well I...I like you too....a lot...well actually since we did the project together last six months..."

I must have been red now, but at least she looked me in the eye again.

"Really?" Touched, she clutched her chest. After nodding, I hugged her again. But this time I hugged back. She smelled so good. The school bell rang and everyone headed back to class. But we stayed seated.

"I love you sooooo much," Y/N pulls away from me only to kiss my cheek afterwards. My body responded naturally as I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth.

Her lips were so soft. They fitted mine like a key to a lock. When we pulled away from each other, we just looked into each other's eyes.

We didn't care that we were now missing class.

We just enjoyed each other's company.

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