#rest in peace brat summer

[dailydaan]

Day 60

Daan Von Dutch… like Von Dutch by Charli XCX… brat reference… 💚

I should’ve made this when the Grammys actually happened but it’s ok I’m just a little late to the party

[devasdark]

taka would listen to good luck babe chappell roan and think the girl who got married did the responsible thing. everyone's gay and forcing themselves to perform heteronormative domesticity. this is natural behavior of an upstanding citizen, miss roan <- he is sending her an email

[conejita-canelita]

[s-awturn]

Daddy's Wishes || F1 Dilfs

cw: obscenity, age gap, swearing, suggestive content, mention of cute kids, a little possessiveness, p in v, eating p-, brat behavior, choking, dry humping, and a little more smut.

a/n: I'm dusting off the dust that has accumulated on my profile this all time. I had an open request, but it got lost while I was writing (bad time to update, Tumblr, but I will rewrite it, don't panic).

starring: Toto Wolff, Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Jenson Button, Mark Webber, Kimi Raikkonen.

TOTO WOLFF:

He was filthy, dirty as fuck, but he couldn't stop the dirty thoughts every time he saw Jack's lovely teacher when he went to pick his son up from school. Y/N was sweet, kind, and damn, so hot. Toto couldn't help but imagine her pretty — and lip-glossy — mouth wrapped around his cock as he fucked her throat, he wanted so much to see those beautiful eyes watering with each strong thrust into her mouth.

How many handjobs has he had since he met the young teacher? He lost count.

Jack always finished last, Toto was late almost every time, and the boy helped Y/N organize the room — not that the boy was looking forward to getting another chocolate chip cookie as a reward. And that was a huge benefit for Toto, after all he had all her attention for himself, he knew that since Y/N started working at the school, the number of parents at school meetings and at the school gate increased considerably. All to see the young teacher in her summer dresses and ribbon in her hair.

And it was with the satin of her bow that Toto tied her wrists while he thrust deeper and deeper into her pussy, listening to the needy and sweet moans of the young teacher. Wolff gripped her thighs tightly, leaving his fingerprints on the soft skin, just as he had done with his teeth; her marks would be exposed to anyone when Y/N wore one of her summer dresses, everyone would know she belonged to him.

“So sweet, baby,” he said, trailing kisses down the curve of her breasts, loving how she whimpered even more. “Taking me in so well, my pretty little girl, fuck.”

“T-Toto!” she exclaimed, grabbing the tape around her wrists, trying to get something to hold on to. Her teary eyes rolled back in their sockets. “Please, p-please, Toto!” he begged.

He nibbled on her chin, bringing his thumb to the teacher's swollen clit, making her whimper even more, grinding on Toto's cock eagerly. "What do you want, prinzessin?”

And to tease, Toto slowed down his pace, making sure Y/N could feel every inch going in and out of her, every pulsing vein of his cock.

Her tears finally subsided “L-Let me c-cum... P-Please” Y/N licked her dry lips, pushing her hips against Toto, loving the way he filled her completely.

“Good girl” and with that, he moved away a little to put her legs over his shoulders, feeling himself deeper and deeper inside her, growling each time the soft walls clenched around his cock in pure ecstasy. Y/N licked her dry lips, tightening her grip around Toto, feeling the orgasm tighten her belly and make the hairs all over her body stand on end. “That’s right, love... Cum for me, hmm? Just the way you like it...” he bit her calf.

“It-It’s too much, T-Toto!” she said between moans. “Too much!”

“You can handle it, baby, cum for me”

And like an explosion, her voice was lost in a moan and she came, contracting harder around Toto, bringing him to his own orgasm as well.

“All mine, only mine,” he said, groaning hoarsely as he thrust slowly against her, prolonging even more the sensation of pleasure that was fading through both of their bodies.

He released her wrists, massaging the scarred skin, trying to keep her from feeling the pain. She sighed in pain and he kissed the irritated skin.

“Shh, it’s okay love, I’ll take care of you.. you can rest, baby.” He kissed her forehead, carrying her to the bathroom.

SEBASTIAN VETTEL:

Upon retirement, all he wanted was some peace and quiet in a small, hidden town in the German countryside; with no more worries than taking care of his bees, feed some chickens and make sure no broken tiles fell on her young neighbor's head.

If there was one thing Sebastian wasn't expecting when he moved to the country, it was a clumsy, completely unfiltered twenty-something girl to fill his days. The first time they met, Y/N was on top of a tractor older than time, wearing a Mercedes cap (which he found heresy, so what if he was German himself? It was still heresy!). Y/N waved at him, and Sebastian was grateful that she didn't act like a groupie, he loved his fans, however, the more anonymous he was, the better. That same night, Y/N brought him a basket of strawberries, along with a beautiful smile.

It wasn't long before they became friends and Sebastian was patching things up in her house, a leaky roof, a loose wooden board, a dripping faucet... And Y/N thanked them with food from her homeland and drinks of dubious character and questionable appearance.

“You look good for someone your age, Seb,” she said between glasses of wine. She wasn’t drunk, but she was far from completely sober either.

“What are you insinuating, Puppe?” he asked, trying to stop her from refilling his glass, but Y/N was a stubborn little thing.

“For an old man your age, you look really good,” she said, she really said. Sebastian accepted that she was a Mercedes fan, accepted that she always took one of his beers, or that she loved to say that German football died after 2014. But that was too much. Maybe it was the wine, or the desire he spent weeks (very fucked up ones, by the way) internalizing because he didn't want Y/N to think he was a pervert.

But apparently it was time for him to teach that petulant brat some manners.

And that's how Y/N had her neck wrapped around the pilot's firm hand and her sports shorts were rolled up around her ankles while Sebastian distributed burning slaps on her ass and pussy.

She writhed between moans, pleas and sobs. She couldn't tell if she wanted him to stop, to fuck her or to keep going, for God's sake, she was drooling so shamefully.

“I fucking dare you! Say it again,” he growled, thrusting two fingers into her, enjoying her tightness around his fingers. “Where’s your nerve, brat?”

“Seb, fuck-!” she stuttered, digging her nails into his thighs, a husky moan escaping her as she felt his thumb slide across her clit. “Sorry, sorry!”

“Sorry for what?” he knocked again, loving to hear her little moans.

“For saying you’re old!” she cried, trying to push her hips against his hand, but Sebastian held her back. “Even if it’s the damn truth!”

“Fucking girl, I think we need to keep that smart mouth busy,” and with that, Sebastian made her kneel in front of him and unzipped her. “Open your mouth, pretty girl”

FERNANDO ALONSO:

Y/N was Lawrence's niece and was in her final year of mechanical engineering at MIT, the girl was a genius and was slowly gaining her space within Aston Martin. Her stunning beauty was just a bonus. Y/N dedicated all her vacation days inside the team's garage, adjusting improvements with the team, checking the cars for defects or just being a girl passionate about Formula One. Fernando loved it when she would invade his office and ask him to tell her about the golden age of racing, or how she was the villain of absolutely every driver in the category; Y/N heard the same stories over and over and acted the same way every time: with fucking enthusiasm.

He nicknamed her the Keychain, since Y/N was always hanging from his flap — and he was far from complaining.

He knew, the guys envied him.

Okay, he was Fernando Fucking Alonso, but what the hell had a girl twenty years younger seen in him?

The answer was quite simple, to tell the truth.

“You need to be quiet, dulzura" He said, resting his index finger on her lips, as he slid his glans through the girl's soaked folds. "We don't want to get caught, do we?"

She shook her head, rolling her tongue around his finger, making Fernando grunt. Who would have thought that behind that nerdy face, full of technical jargon, there was a mind full of mischief?

“I’ll be quiet, Nano” and with that, she sucked her index finger “I promise”

“Muy bien, tesoro” He said and thrust himself into her, being greeted by the wet, tight heat of her pussy. Y/N whimpered, pushing herself against him. "Holy crap, bebé” The Spaniard grunted, “You’re still so fucking tight, love,” and he pressed his fingers into her hips, keeping her in place with each thrust.

“F-Fucking good, mhmm my God” she bit the back of her hand, stopping herself from moaning.

"Qué chica tan hermosa para mí..." (such a pretty girl for me) he moaned, capturing her lips in a dirty kiss, without stopping to hit his hips against hers, without stopping to hit the head of his cock in a delicate spot inside her, making the girl tremble with pure pleasure “I'm going to fuck you every day, until your beautiful pussy is shaped like my dick”

“Yes, yes, yes Nano” Y/N whispered with a lost mind “please”

“Todo para mi chica perfecta”

JENSON BUTTON:

He hated her, that's all.

Jenson wasn't one for harboring bad feelings about people, but Y/N, the new FOX Sports journalist, managed to bring out the worst in him. She was a shrew, horrible, irritating, and beautiful like nothing else could be. And this last fact increased Jenson's resentment towards her even more.

Because for him, it was unacceptable that someone as beautiful as her could be as bad as the serpent of Eden. The devil really is in the details, he assumed.

He had a good race, he got the highest place on the podium, even though the car left something to be desired in the first and second sectors. Jenson pushed the car beyond the limit and managed to win, it was commendable, but he knew that this wouldn't impress Y/N's untamed little vixen. Oh God, he really hated her, while Y/N took real pleasure in making him mad. A witch, indeed.

The interview was full of discreet barbs and disguised insults, pushing the journalist and pilot to the limit of their patience.

Jenson pushed her against the warm wall of a random motorhome, he didn't care which team it was, he wanted to make that little journalist swallow every insult. In any way.

He gritted his teeth, he wanted to say something, to provoke her anger too, but the bitch was good at what she did and damn, he had never received such a good blowjob.

Y/N tightened her throat around him, making Jenson moan muffledly and push her head further, suffocating her with his cock, Y/N's makeup was smeared, There were burgundy lipstick stains on his groin and her hair was a mess. The pilot took a deep breath and in a hoarse voice, provoked the journalist.

“Looks like that’s the only way to get you to shut up, witch.”

Y/N pulled away from his cock, breathing heavily as she licked her lips, swallowing every drop of his taste.

“You’re the one who’s weak and hasn’t found another way” he gave a cynical smile, which hit him right in the face “but don’t worry, Button, this way is without a doubt, my favorite” and with that said, she pressed a kiss to the fat, red glans, moaning at Jenson's sigh.

“Fucking brat”

“Bitch,” she said and went back to swallowing every inch of Jenson’s huge erection. He still hated her, but much less now.

MARK WEBBER:

He was fucked in every way, and beyond repair. Sebastian would stick a rusty knife in his liver if he knew, well, if he knew, of course. Y/N Vettel was the devil, sent specifically to get Mark into trouble. For a long time — with a lot of effort — Mark managed to keep his hands off his teammate's sister.

But as said before, Y/N was the devil and thought Mark should be in a more interesting place: her bed.

He spent years pretending not to see her intentions, especially since she was still a teenager with fetishes about her brother's friend, and Mark would never get involved with a teenager. But Y/N grew up, maturity came like a punch, for the pilot at least, she was no longer a little girl with braces and a frilly skirt. She had become a beautiful woman and looked like a lioness on the hunt.

Mark was her prey.

“You know what’s going to happen here, little Vettel,” he said, trying to avoid dirty thoughts about his friend’s sister, trying to see the little girl who was still tongue-tied and stuttering in front of him. Y/N smiled, when did that pimply girl become such a hottie? Mark could barely think, especially as his eyes traced the soft curve of her neck and chest.

Shit, he was so fucked up.

But if you were already in hell, then dance with the devil. He held her neck as he held her in place, Y/N moaned loudly, pushing her ass up against him even more, Mark grunted hoarsely with each squeeze she gave his cock, Y/N looked over her shoulder at him, smiling through her tears of lust.

“H-Harder, please,” she whimpered, grinding against him and moaning loudly at the slap that slapped her ass. He slowed down on purpose “M-Mark, fuck.”

He pulled her until she was on her knees, with her back resting on his chest and nibbled on the back of her neck “Dirty girl, what would your brother say if he saw you moaning like that on my cock?”

Y/N whimpered, he was moving in and out so slowly that she could feel the swollen veins on his erection, or the bulbous tip stretching her. His slowness was desperate, but so, so good that she wanted to stay there forever.

He cursed his own slowness, Y/N squeezing him like a fist, taking everything in him not to cum like a stupid virgin. Mark sped up his thrusts, loving Y/N's relieved moans and let the girl fall back onto the bed, with her ass in the air and her face on the mattress.

That was the vision of heaven, damn it.

KIMI RAIKKONEN:

The context was simple: he had separated a few months ago and Y/N was the nanny for his children. Y/N was adorable and her kids loved her unconditionally, Kimi trusted her enough to travel for work for long days and keep the kids with her. At that point in the game, Y/N wasn't just the nanny, she was already part of the family; she had her own room in every house Kimi owned, traveled with the pilot and his children — even when he didn't need to — and enjoyed many other privileges that other employees didn't have.

Kimi couldn't say exactly when he started to notice Y/N differently, maybe it was the neediness, since he had been alone for almost a year. Maybe it was the way she kept saying ‘Mr. Raikkonen’ even when he insisted on ending the formalities. Kimi was being hypocritical, he knew exactly when his little obsession with his children's nanny began.

He was returning from a business trip, he could have retired from racing, but he hated being idle. It was the middle of the night and the house was silent except for the soft sound of a cell phone ringing upstairs — Y/N's room was on the main floor, so the girl had full access to the children. Kimi went upstairs, listening to the melancholic beat of Lana Del Rey, he hated indie music, but he had memorized a large part of the singer's repertoire because of Y/N. The door was open and he saw in the reflection of the mirror, Y/N wearing nothing but silk pajamas as she spread moisturizer on her skin; Kimi was a visual man, few things were more attractive than a woman spreading moisturizer on her body.

He didn't want Y/N to catch him spying, much less for her to pull him into the room and lock the door. Nor did she kiss him, in a shy way, until Kimi realized what was happening and finally reacted, grabbing her body as if Y/N was going to disappear at any moment, he kissed her furiously, with a desire he didn't even know existed. He kissed her until he lost his way and ended up ripping her delicate pajamas, dropping the fragile silk on the floor.

She gripped the bedclothes, arching her body as she felt her strength drain away with each time his tongue hit her clit. She tried to stop, tried to push him away, but Kimi grabbed her hips, wanting her to keep grinding her pussy against his mouth.

“Sr. R-Raikkonen” Y/N gasped, her voice trailing off into a moan, she whimpered as Kimi's tongue pressed against the swollen, sensitive bud. She would cum in a few seconds, she had no more strength, the knot in her stomach was tightening more and more. Kimi didn't seem satisfied with having made her cum in a few minutes. He wanted more.

Y/N's moans mixed with the melody of Diet Mountain Dew, creating an erotic, intimate and secret atmosphere.

“Don’t stop, nukke,” he ordered, moving as little away from her as possible, making Y/N shiver with the hot air that escaped his mouth. “Keep fucking my face, kaunis" (pretty)

“I-I can’t take it any m-anymore, Mr. Raikkonen,” she stammered weakly, her hips moving to Kimi’s will. “P-Ple-” her body gave in to yet another violent orgasm, to the point of taking away her remaining strength and knocking her to the ground. Gently, Kimi laid her down on the carpet, letting her calm down and recover.

“Are you tired, nukke?” Kimi asked as she took off his clothes, gazing at Y/N's appreciative gaze on her body, she was lying on her stomach, panting, full and shiny with sweat, a fucking sight.

“Not at all, Mr. Raikkonen,” she said in a low tone.

“Keep calling me Mr. Raikkonen and we’ll take this here until you have mercy, kaunis”

“I thought you’d never get the hint, Mr. Raikkonen,” she says, swaying her hips provocatively.

“Naughty,” he snapped, smacking the side of her ass with a stinging smack.

gif credits: lewisthot, pierregasly, suzuki-ecstar, machinecreature, its-avalon-08, blueballsracing.

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[we-are-maladaptive]

summer afternoon!

....

The sun is high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the lake in front of your house. Sitting comfortably in your relaxing chair, you watch your four children splash and play in the cool, clear water. The warm summer breeze rustles the leaves of the trees, adding to the ambiance of the afternoon.

"Katsuma, don't go too far!" you call out to your 10-year-old son, who is testing the limits of his swim area. The boy is quite the brat but respectful of you. He moves toward the shallow area, however, not without an eye roll reaching to the back of his head.

Fumiko, your 9-year-old daughter, is quietly collecting smooth stones along the water's edge. "Look! I found a perfect skipping stone!" she says, her eyes shining with excitement.

"That's great, Fumiko," you reply, smiling at your daughter.

Meanwhile, the twin boys, Isamu and Akio, are up to their usual antics. "We caught a fish!" Isamu shouts, holding up a small, wriggling creature. Isamu then decides the best way to use the poor fish is to slap it directly onto poor Akio's face… leaving him all slimy.

"Let it go, Isamu!" you instruct, "…and STOP hitting your brother, or I will take you back inside with your father."

"Aw, Mom," Isamu whines. "I just wanted to show you."

Luckily, Akio is not too fazed, resorting to sticking out his tongue at his brother and washing his face with the lake water.

The boy reluctantly releases the fish back into the water, immediately grabbing his brother and diving back in to search for more adventures. Their laughter and shouts echo across the lake, a testament to their boundless energy and mischief.

Suddenly, Katsuma and Fumiko join forces, trying to construct a small raft out of driftwood and leaves. "Do you think this will float?" Katsuma asks, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Only one way to find out," Fumiko replies with a grin.

The twins, not to be outdone, begin building a sandcastle on the shore, their competitive spirits driving them to create the tallest, most elaborate structure possible.

After a while, you call out, "How about some smoothies? Your father should almost be done with them."

"Yeah!" All four children rush out of the lake, water trailing behind them as they run toward the house. Trailing behind them, you chuckle softly, enjoying the simple yet joyful chaos of a summer day.

That joy dies down slightly as you view their muddy feet running straight onto your precious marble floors.

Sigh.

Katsuki raises an eyebrow at the stampede of drenched children running into his kitchen. He then furrows both of his brows at the dark foot marks staining his floors.

"WHAT did I tell you 'bout running in this house with dirty feet?" He glares at his eldest, "We have pavement for a damn reason, so why the hell are you still runnin' in the grass for, hm?"

"Oh! Well… uhm…"

"That's what I thought. Since this is the third time, you're helping your ma' clean it up."

"BUT DA-"

"Nope. Now eat y'r damn smoothie before I eat it for you."

As the children eagerly grab their favorite flavors, Fumiko turns to you and her father. "Thanks, Ma n' Pa. This is the best summer ever."

You smile, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the summer sun. "I'm glad you're all having fun. Now go back and enjoy the lake."

The children need no further encouragement and quickly return to their games. You walk slowly back outside, savoring the moment. Katsuki joins you this time, but instead joins his children in the water and has found contentment in throwing his daughter high into the sky before she falls back into the water with a splash. The rest immediately want to join as well. The sounds of their laughter and the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore fill your heart with peace.

This is what summer is all about: lazy days, playful children, and the simple pleasures of life.

[puppym3]

hiii unnie (I mean I hope you're unnie) can I ask for a jeongin smut pls? Slay, okay so umm I want a dominant jeongin to turn him into sub while doing it I guess I don't know I hope you'll make it thank youuu~ <333

•°. *࿐ my baby

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bratty!jeongin x noona!reader

synopsis: after you call jeongin a "baby", he tries to prove to you that he can be dominant, able to take control at first but slowly losing it.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, smut, switch!jeongin, subby!jeongin, established relationship, teasing, brat!jeongin, oral (f. rec), riding, praise, jeongin calls reader "noona", piv, unprotected sex, creampie, banter, kinda fluffy, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: hiihi, omg i finally got a request for innie, so OFC you know i gotta hop on that, i love you @jiyeonslays for the suggestion, thank u so much

just ur reminder to not be too delulu, to give me suggestions, and to ask to be on the taglist if you want

finally i love all of u

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•

You’re nestled comfortably on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your lap as you file at your nails. The evening is peaceful, and the gentle hum of the air conditioner keeps the summer heat at bay. Jeongin, your boyfriend, is sprawled across the other end of the couch, his head resting on your thigh as he scrolls through his phone. The occasional chuckle escapes him, and you glance down, a smile tugging at your lips.

When Jeongin laughs again, you lean over, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. He pauses, and when he tilts his head up to look at you.

"Aish, what was that for?" he says, pretending he doesn't like it by wiping at his temple with his sleeve.

"Mm," you hum, shrugging innocently. "Just felt like it."

Jeongin rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to his phone, but you don't miss the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The night continues peacefully. When Jeongin's head drops into your lap again, his eyelids starting to flutter shut, you run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a soft hum of appreciation, nuzzling his head into your hand.

"You're such a baby," you say, and Jeongin makes a noise of protest.

"No" he mumbled, though it comes out a little muffled from his face being pressed against the soft fabric of your pants. "I'm not a baby, noona." He says, almost seeming like he's pouting.

"You're not?" you ask teasingly, running a fingertip along the shell of his ear. "But you're my baby, right Innie?"

Jeongin shudders and shakes his head. He lifts his head a little to speak, but his words are cut off when you trace the shell of his ear with your thumb, your fingernail just barely catching the sensitive skin. His eyes slip shut, and a quiet moan slips past his lips.

"What was that, innie?" you say, your voice soft as you continue stroking the soft skin. "Did you like that?"

"N..no, I don't like any of it." Jeongin manages to say, his words a little stilted. "I'll show you."

He pulls himself up a little, his arms wrapping around you. The two of you fall back onto the couch, the cushions sinking beneath you as Jeongin's body presses against yours. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.

"Mmh," you breathe, and when Jeongin grinds his hips down, a low groan spills from your lips.

"Like this," Jeongin mutters. "I know exactly how to make you feel good, noona."

He leans in and presses his lips against yours, his movements languid. He takes his time, kissing you gently, his lips moving against yours.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. You feel him shift, and then his lips are moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck. His fingers dance along your stomach, slipping under the hem of your shirt.

You whimper, and he smiles against your skin.

"Mm, does that feel good?" he asks, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. "Hm? Tell me it does." He says, his eyes wide and almost pleading as he looks up at you.

"It feels good," you breathe, and you let out a soft moan when he moves lower, his fingers pressing against your underwear.

"Good," he whispers, and then he's pressing a kiss against your clit through the fabric. You arch your hips up, your hand moving down to grip the back of his head, pushing his mouth closer. He pulls back for a moment, his fingers gripping the waistband of your underwear, but you're too focused on his touch, too focused on his lips pressed against your clit to stop him.

Jeongin peels your underwear off, and the second it hits the floor, he's ducking back between your legs, his eyes widening at the sight.

"Noona," he whispers, "you're so wet."

You gasp as he licks a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing against your clit. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he whimpers at the feeling.

"More," you breathe, and Jeongin complies, his tongue lapping at your clit, his fingers sliding into you.

He fucks you with his fingers, curling them in and out of you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

"Jeongin," you whimper, your fingers twisting in his hair, and he pulls away for a moment, his breath warm on your inner thigh.

"Hmm?" he asks, his eyes wide as he looks up at you. His cheeks are flushed, and his pupils are blown wide. He looks completely enamored, like he can't believe what he's seeing and tasting.

"Faster, please," you plead, and he smiles, dipping back down between your thighs.

He curls his fingers deeper, and his tongue presses harder, his movements growing sloppier, faster.

"That's it, good boy" you murmur, and you feel him shudder as you say the words.

"Honey," he whispers, "Can I make you cum like this? Will you let me make you cum?"

You moan at his words, the praise sending heat through your body. You're close, and the sensation of Jeongin's fingers moving inside of you, his tongue swirling around your clit has you trembling, your legs shaking.

But as much as it felt good, it wasn't enough. You wanted to ruin him yourself, to see his pretty face twisted in pleasure, you wanted him to admit that you were the one making him feel good, the one who was fucking him.

You didn't want to give him another reason to brag, that he wasn't a baby and he could make you submit under him.

You tugged at his hair, causing him to pull off of you, looking at you with confused eyes. And before he had a chance to protest, you sat up and pushed him back to the other side of the couch, crawling on top of him.

"Did you think that was going to be enough to satisfy me?" you teased, leaning down to brush your lips against his. "I need more, Innie. I need you inside of me."

Jeongin let out a choked moan, his hands gripping the couch tightly.

"Oh?" you whispered, rolling your hips against him. "Does that feel good, Innie?"

You tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down enough for his cock to spring free.

"Look at you, so hard already. You must've been wanting this, hmm? Wanting me to ride your pretty little cock?"

"I-" Jeongin gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as you began stroking his length, your hand sliding up and down.

"Mmhm, and if you're good, maybe I'll even let you cum inside me."

You continued to stroke his cock, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. You could tell he was trying his hardest not to come undone, and it only spurred you on more.

You pressed your thumb against the tip of his cock, gathering up the precum before bringing it up to your lips, sucking it clean.

"You taste so good, baby," you purred, watching as his eyes fluttered shut once again.

You couldn't help but smile. This was what you wanted. To have him at your mercy. To have him begging for more. To have him completely at your disposal. To prove that you could make him tiny under you.

Your hands spread out to lay on his chest, feeling at his hard muscles, his warm skin.

"You're so sexy," you whispered, your hand sliding up and cupping his cheek. "I love how big and strong you pretend to be around me, but you're just so weak when I touch you, aren't you? Look how easily you get submissive, baby."

Jeongin shuddered under you, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

You sank down a tiny bit on him, letting the tip rub against your entrance. He gasped, his hands moving to grip the couch tightly.

"You can't hide anything from me," you breathed, sliding down just enough to let the head of his cock slide into you.

"Ah," Jeongin moaned, his head tilting back as you took him inside you.

"You're so pretty, Innie," you murmured, rolling your hips as you sank down further. "So pretty, and all mine."

Jeongin gasped, his hands leaving the couch and wrapping around your waist, pulling you down until you were fully seated on him.

Your body trembled with the sudden sensation, the fullness of him stretching you open.

You moaned, your nails digging into his chest. Feeling yourself clench over him. "My desperate baby," you whispered, biting your lips to keep from moaning louder.

Jeongin was struggling to stay quiet, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure. But every time you moved, his cock throbbed inside you, and you couldn't help but moan softly.

You were already so close from the stimulation he had given you earlier, so it was hard to keep yourself composed. And he could feel it, from the way your walls were fluttering around him.

You began to move faster, your hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

"That's it, good boy," you murmured, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his.

Jeongin kissed you hungrily, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting himself on you.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you down harder, filling you up. You were close, and he could tell. He could feel your body trembling, and that made him closer as well.

"Noona, cum on me." He thrust into you harder, his hands squeezing your hips. "Cum on me, please, I wanna feel you." He pleaded, his eyes looking up at you with shiny eyes.

You shuddered, your walls tightening around him.

"Innie," you whimpered, your hands gripping the back of the couch, using it to steady yourself.

He was whimpering now, his eyes half closed, his lips parted.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, trying to hold back your cries as you came, your hips bucking forward, your pussy clenching around his cock.

He held you tight as he came after you, his cock pulsing inside of you, filling you up.

You leaned forward, letting his cock slide out of you as you lay your head on his chest. You could feel his heart racing, and you could hear his breathing, his chest rising and falling.

You could tell that he was exhausted, his body completely spent from the orgasm.

You were proud, knowing that you had managed to bring him to such a state.

You kissed his neck gently, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, trailing down his chest.

"You're the best baby, so perfect." You murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

He sighed, his eyes closing as he relaxed under your touch.

"I'm... not a baby," he said, his voice soft. "I was just tired, that's all."

"Yeah, right," you playfully retorted, rolling your eyes before pressing another gentle kiss to his lips.

He scoffed, looking away from you. "Can we clean up now?"

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•

taglist for my beauties: @loverbangchan, @reignessance, @imperfectlyperfectprincess1

[bitchapalooza]

Koushiro cleans out a few things and packs it up to send to Zoro; a few old bandanas, some clothes he assumes he can probably still wear, but most importantly some old photos of him and Kuina and few of the other students. And a note detailing how the dojo has been, how the current students adore reading about his adventures.

When it arrives at the Sunny by Coo Zoro isn't around, he's in town with a few of the others. But Sanji, Usopp and Brook are there. They receive the package. Usopp tries to be the logical one and keeps his hands off it—but Brook and Sanji are terrible influences, it's not his fault the knife ended up in his hands! They rooted through the box and when they finally got to the photos they laughed their asses off because the photos ranged from a short little brat too skinny for his briches to an awkward bastard of a teenaged Zoro, moody faced and all. They all get the fun idea to plaster his childhood photos all over the ship.

When Zoro gets back it's hours after everyone else (he didn't get lost, shhhh). Everyone is on deck laughing their asses off, cooing, looking at a dozen somethings. Zoro asks what's so funny, no one will spill—until he gets to Luffy who can't hold it any longer and flips around the handful of photos he has with a barely contained laugh. His face flushes, he cringes at seeing his zit filled dorky face, that terrible haircut he gave himself without a mirror that summer. And then his face falls. He's silent. One by one he goes up to everyone and calmly snatches the photos up, ignoring the attempts at teasing from Sanji. With all the photos gathered, just as silent and calm, he climbs the ladder to the crows nest.

One of Robin's appendages pops up 20 minutes later, catching sight of Zoro sitting along the curve of the crows nest bench by the cracked open window, a little nostalgic smile on his lips as he goes through photos, Wado Ichimonji directly at his side. Inside the galley where the whole rest of the crew sits tense, thinking they really screwed up, went too far, hurt their friend—Robin informs everyone he's fine and to leave him be for a while.

The next morning, Zoro wakes up with an ache in his neck and back after having fallen asleep on the bench awkwardly. He swings his feet around and stretches, his foot landing on something other than hardwood flooring. A book? No, not exactly. A photo album. An empty one with more than enough slots to fill. A note falls out with Robin's signature curly handwriting addressing it specifically to Zoro, with an added illegible comment from either Luffy or Chopper, hard to tell when their handwriting is so terribly similar. He smiles a little and starts arranging the photos in a specific way, starting with the photograph of him on the steps of the dojo, his official first day as a student. And ending it on him and Kuina plus a few more boys in their class at one of the many festivals the village organized, all dressed up nice for the festivities, various treats in hand.

The album slowly fills with more photos. Zoro and Luffy sitting in a large tree they both raced to climb. Zoro with Nami and Robin, Zoro carrying over five overfilled bags of shopping. Usopp pulling the peace sign in front of a sleeping Zoro and Franky with various mark scrawled all over, Sanji and Luffy peeking in the back with permanent markers in hand. And so much more...

[mako-neexu]

all guda related stuff in mahoyo collab

summoning as a highly complicated magecraft -> highly intact sense of self, magical energy, magical crest, sheer willpower........you who is light and equally dark....

casual comments/banter to the people they trust

guda getting shocked of all things at a talking bird www

gudako -> young girl that likes to jog every morning

gudao -> brat that likes small time candy store sweets

UGH the further emphasis on Servants being familiars that no one - not anyone should just use (exceptional...)

stressing the role of a 'Master'

'I also make mistakes a lot'

"I still don't see what's so special about summoning."

guda screams during summons? lmao kind of reminds me of mash with lord camelot

the way guda just refers to other people as 'that another human' www (i know 'person' is more accurate but to me it sounds like an alien in disguise calling someone as 'fellow human' ww)

Of COURSE guda knows how to stop their own pulse

disbelief. perhaps gut feeling. guda's perception of death to others. (i guess in the face of unnatural they would doubt it. but considering Id chapter, it would depend on the person and how theyre closest to?)

'more like tobimaru' 'more like soujyuurou' getting angry on behalf of someone without letting it show as well... i Understand.

THE TOPIC OF AGING KILLS ME. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE HESITANT????? dont yokuwakaranaina ME????

Don't face world-ending disasters alone

IM CRYING OH MY GOD IM NOT WELL "did you sleep well?" "i slept peacefully because the night was quiet and nice" AUGH GUDAAAAA😭

probably nothing of note but additional descriptor to guda is that they look like a college student as compared to previous descriptions of being 'high school student'.......

not being good at horror stories 🥹 reminds me of summer 5...

(unwell) i forget about guda's tactical prowess sometimes (lies) + guda's mention of the looking glass reminds me of berkercas valentines...

Subtle but gudao's reaction to beating down kashin is 'exhausted or relieved' meanwhile for dako she has the 'doubt' in her dialogue

subtle again but theres a hesitance to guda when asked about what the future looked like. but their second option is saying "eh there arent any flying cars anyways"

ahh okay now i know the crypto stuff guda said. its from gudao. is this MHX's influence lmao. gudao youre advertising crypto seriously? ww

guda casually joking about the times they astral project out of their body likes its nothing and mash is not normal either of course and treats it as regular occurrences. well, its regular but for a normal average person in the 21st century, it certainly isnt ww

GUDA ONCE AGAIN PROVING that despite being 'camera' for us players, they actively hide information and i am not over that fact. (knowing who the culprit is before most of the rest-)

guda not hesitating at ALL to rayshift back to 1999 where the end of the world was supposed to happen www

Ah!! To encourage kinomi in confessing, guda confessed their own out in the open!!!

A bakery with the one they love / A wish to reach the South Pole

You may not be able to have all of your dreams, your nights be peaceful, but I hope that you will still be rewarded at the end of your journey 😭

[pumpkinsy0]

Curly and Ponyboy as camp counselors!

Curly groaning about how boring this is going to be (and hating that his parole officer suggested the idea as a way to "help curly understand the meaning of responsibility.") but he locks eyes with Baby Curtis who's just as surprised as he is to be there. Pony informs him Darry signed him up because 1.) it was fee and 2.) it looks good on the state record so no social services breathing down their neck.

Ponyboy singing songs for the kids on the bus but Curly adding naughty lyrics to it.

Ponyboy wanting to be the responsible camp councelor and asks the kids if they know their medications or allergies meanwhile Curly is hooking up with the fat kid promising a single cigarette for two Twinkies a day.

Curly smirking and Ponyboy groaning. They have to share a cabin, which is fine but-----there's only one bed.

Ponyboy in a crop top and shorts? Curly hid his nose bleed, lying that he fell in the shower. (Pony doesn't recall a thunk)

The camp has a lake. Cool. Not all the kids can swim or are as excited. Ponyboy trying to get the kids to gently walk into the lake. Curly throws them kicking and screaming.

Lunch time rolls around and everyone pigs out. Curly likes the BBQ little weenies and Pony wolfed down those hot ham sandwiches. They have an activity hour. Curly likes to play on the jet skis (cause hey he's poor as hell and these rich people know how to have fun) Ponyboy likes to go to the art rooms. Yeah he can draw and paint at home, but there are so many supplies here and he likes the hour of peace and quiet.

Purly camping out? Lord help them. Yeah they bicker over how their tent is set up and to be honest, it looks like crap when they're done. The kids all have their tents set up and they scavenger hunt, roast marshmallows, and Curly told the most terrifying story of the Haitian equlivant of The Boogeyman and a couple kids cried.

Que Ponyboy glaring at Curly for the next hour and a half after lights out because so many campers are scared.

Because their tent is poorly built, they make a hammock and sleep under the stars snuggled under a big quilt.

"Hey, Curtis."

"What?"

"Brats are sleeping and there's a lake not too far away. Dare you skinny dip."

"No."

"C'mon, I'll do it too."

"No!"

(Pony made it up to Curly by making him a bracelet in arts and crafts that Curly snorted at but didn't take off the rest of the summer and wore it till it broke off in the spring of next year)

i remember talking about them being camp counselors like a good while ago, this gave me such a whiplash😭😭

one of the lyrics for the song pony was singing was “banged her-“ but she couldnt even finish his sentence before curly said “banged her🤔🤔i hardly know her🗣️”

and curlys that counselor that like, NEVER follows the rules but the kids still love him and get excited when they have him as their group leader

they like pony too but pony follows the rules more and theyre like “why cant u b more like curly” and ik curly rubs that in his face but pony does NOT care, hes not gonna b the reason y theres gonna b a real life equivalence of jason voorhees

also their groups r always together, like the whole point is for them to have separate groups but pony and curly just merged and formed one fucking gigantic one

ALSO CURLY ON THE JET SKIS REMINDS ME OF THAT TIME DJ KHALID GOT LOST RIDING ONE OF THEM, PLEASE GO LOOK THAT UP THATS SO CURLY FOR THIS AU LMAOOOO

BUT THE KIDS LOVE WATCHING PONY DRAW, they constantly ask him to draw something for them

curly scaring the kids w haitian monster stories??? so real,,, he told them about the lougawou and for the rest of the time there, the kids were just terrified of any dog like thing they saw snooping around near camp😭

btw funny of u to assume they would even have that conversation, ik their asses was having trouble even getting in the hammock let alone setting it up, they got some bruises and scrapes i just know it

[ohcurseit]

Food Coma - casual drabble Toji/F!Reader

Here and AO3

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After “upgrading” Toji from a playmate to a boyfriend for a few months, you gave him the spare key to your place. He didn't use it often, to your knowledge. He mainly came around after supper time.

As a person who sometimes forgot to have food when you were focused solely on your work piece, Toji barging in from time to time was a good reminder.

Today felt abnormally long and exhausting. Good news was there wasn't any deadline needing fighting. You indulged in a hearty lunch then drifted off with a book in your hand. The afternoon sun was blocked by your curtain. The cozy light by your bed did nothing to keep you awake.

Loud human noises dragged you out of your food coma. You strangled the huge stuffed animal between your arms at the sudden noise. Soon you relaxed again when you recognised your big hulk of a boyfriend, with great difficulty, through your sleepy eyes.

You grumbled and rolled over. However, he was relentless.

It was hard for Toji to describe how he felt when he went to yours, only to find out you slumbered so damn peacefully, in your comfy bed, with something soft in your arms, and a nice warm duvet to top it off. The contrast to his most recent job, finished 2 hours ago, was “stark” to say the least.

The job was piss easy. The target trusted the wrong person: themselves. What more could he ask for when the target led him to a quiet and deserted place? It only took him less than 15 minutes to put a bullet in their head. He let the worm carry the body for him. All he did for the rest of the 2 hours was drive to Shiu, then to you. Oh, he even had a shower in Shiu's office simply because he couldn't be bothered to take a detour on route to you.

See what welcomed him - A PEACEFUL SLUMBERER.

He lifted your duvet and saw the poor stuffed animal getting strangled in action.

That stupid thing, he thought. It would be stupid of him to feel jealous over a toy he won for you, so he wasn't jealous at all.

No way he would let you dress up all cute to go to a summer festival alone. No way he would let that fucking brat attempt to impress you with his nonexistent shooting skill.

He shot things for a living, baby.

Toji tore the toy out of your arms and tossed it behind his head. He planned to grab on your arm and shake you out of your sleep.

Somehow you were quicker.

Maybe you were not that quick.

He felt the light touch of your hand, the next thing he knew was that he was snuggled up with you from behind. You rolled over again and brought his arm with you. A feather light kiss was placed on his hand. You hugged his arm like a replacement for your toy.

The bed was warm and insufferably comfortable. Toji found it impossible to carry on with his evil plan.

The light was too bright. He took the best option to bury his face at the back of your neck.

Shiu's shower gel smelled god awful suddenly. He would definitely have a shower, once he was up again. For the time being, Toji had to make do with breathing you in.

A nap would do him some good, he thought.

[afro-hispwriter]

Summer Shadows(Camp Slasher Au) Welcome to Camp Paradis!

Levi Ackerman x reader(eventual)

Warnings- late 90’s, Levi and Mikasa are cousins, Levi sorta hates you

Summary- Camp Paradis is back in session after being closed for the past 30 years after the murder of 17 attendees. But that’s OBVIOUSLY not going to happen again!!!

Wc-2.1k

-

It’s too fucking hot for this shit

That's what was running through Levi’s head as he carried his two duffle bags through the sea of parents and children coming into Camp Paradis. 

Fucking summer camp, last time I let Erwin convince me to do this

“This is your fault,” Mikasa says next to him, her suitcase hitting her ankles almost every step. “If you hadn’t lost your job, then that shitty apartment we wouldn’t-.”

“Hey, brat.” He stopped and glared at her. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“I hate you.” She stomped off to the check-in and Levi let out a ‘tch’. 

He walked over to where counselors were supposed to meet up when large hands clapped on his shoulders.

“Levi!” He knew the voice instantly and sighed deeply.

“Erwin.” The blonde moved in front of him, he had that stupid smile on his face. It was his first year as head counselor and Levi already knew he was overly excited. Just like he was when he was Valedictorian for his high school and college class, the best football player in both, and one of the smartest. While still being the kindest guy there was. Someone Levi could call his (best)friend. 

“I'm glad you’re here, let me tell you what cabin you’re being assigned.” Erwin looked at his clipboard and flipped through it. “Ackerman. Ackerman. Acker- ah okay you’re going to be In charge of Cabin G with 10 boys from ages 8 to 16.” Erwin points to the cabin far away. “Oh, and that cabin is next to a girl's cabin so you will have to keep an eye out a bit more often.”

“Great, as if just having to keep them alive for the next two months won't be hard enough.” 

“Hey come on, lighten up.” Levi rolled his eyes and turned his body to walk away but Erwin spoke again. “Made sure Mikasa is in the girl's cabin next to yours.”

“Tch. Why would you do that?” 

“Because she’s your family and you care about her. Regardless of whatever hatred there is between you two.” Levi said nothing and did nothing. Just stared at his friend and walked away.

-

Two steps into the cabin Levi knew what the first job the kids were going to be doing was. It was disgustingly filthy. He didn’t even want to throw his bags down. 

There was a paper to his left on a counter that read

Camp Paradis Cabin G

Head Cabin Counselor: Levi Ackerman(23)

Assistant Cabin Counselor: Furlan Church(19)

Campers:

Armin Arlet(14)   

Logan Beam(9)

Alexander Clarke(11)

Jean Kirstein(15)

Aloy Ramos(12)

Nicolas Shroud(16)

Connie Springer(15)

Jeremy Volantage(10)

Eren Yeager(15, watch closely, can be very troublesome)

Keiko Xu(8)

The rest of it was some rules and ways of communication. 

Levi rubbed his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh, he knew this wasn’t going to be good. Between the mix of a whole bunch of adolescent brats and 2 little kids. He’s not getting a moment's peace, but at least he’s getting paid. 

He dropped his bags at the farthest bunk bed and grimaced at the dirt.

Did they not clean these beforehand?

“Hey!” A voice came from the entrance and Levi turned around. A guy with blonde hair and light gray eyes stood at the entrance waving at him. “Furlan Church and you are?” 

“Ackerman.” The blonde cocked his head to the side.

“Oh Levi. Really? I thought you were a-.” The eyebrow raised from Levi told Furlan it was best to keep that thought to himself. “Anyways, campers should be coming in soon, so what bed are you taking?“ 

Levi looked at the bed he was standing by. 

“Alright, guess I'll take this one.” Furlan tossed his bag on the bed by the main door. 

-

Levi remembered during orientation for counselors that there was a storage closet with cleaning supplies. He grabbed the handle and pushed it down but just as he opened it, someone was coming out. Before he could step back, his forehead rammed into their chin and his chest bumped a whole bunch of supplies in their arms. 

“Oh no I'm sorry, I should've watched where I was going.” Levi knew that voice. That irritating, grating voice. Looking up at her face confirmed his fears.

Y/n L/n. A total daddy’s girl with daddy's money. He went to school with you and the last time he saw you was high school graduation. He hated you. He always hated your stupid smile. He always hated how smart you were. He always hated how stupidly kind you were. He always hated how caring you were. He hated how you didn’t look any different you’re still so beautiful. Your stupid perfect hair hasn’t changed. He hated the stupid tank top you wore that matched your perfect skin beautifully. He hated those pretty shorts that he knew your ass looked great in. 

He hated you

“Levi? Levi Ackerman holy shit you’re here!” You say with a big smile and open your arms out wide. Dropping everything else in your arms. You stepped forward to hug him but he stepped back and out of reach making you stop. “Oh sorry.” You drop your arms but still keep a smile. “How have you been? 

He stared at you and let out a huff.

“Fine. What the hell are you doing here? Didn’t see you at the orientation and this isn’t your usual setting.”

“I’ve been a counselor here for 3 years now so it’s not mandatory, it’s nice though.” You squatted down and started grabbing the things off the ground. Cleaning supplies Levi could see. 

“Tch. Thought you’d be in Italy or some other country with your boyfriend.” That made you laugh, he squatted down and grabbed a bottle of cleaner.

“What boyfriend?”

“That rich guy-”

“Oh Sam!? Seriously? He was so obnoxious and not my type at all.” You stood back up and Levi followed. “I actually liked the whole camping thing and taking care of kids, it's nice. What Cabin are you in?’

“G.”

“Hey we’re neighbors, I'm in F as the Head. Guess that’s why I have Mikasa, she’s your cousin right?” He nodded and you pressed your lips together in a straight line. “Okay! I guess I’ll see you later. Bye, Levi.” You brushed past him and he was hit with the scent of your fruity perfume that made him turn his face to follow it. As he did his gray eyes trailed down to your ass.

-

The kids and parents were slowly starting to trickle in. Parents crying about letting their kids go, kids clinging to their parents, or the parent or kid who just wants to leave or stay to get away from each other. 

In Levi’s cabin, the first boy to arrive was Armin Arlet and his grandfather. He was quiet and settled in quickly. Next was Jean Kirstein, he came in by himself and just by saying a few words. Levi could see this kid had an ego. Eren Yeager came in and Levi and even Furlan were curious about the kid. Armin and he seemed to be good friends since the blonde boy jumped up and ran to Eren screaming his name. Eren’s father came up to Levi and held out his hand.

“I'm Grisha Yeager and this is my wife, Carla, I'm assuming you're Levi.” Their hands met and it ended quickly. “I'm sure they have mentioned our son but trust me on this, my son is a menace, I'm saying he would start a revolution if he could.” Levi sucked in a breath and let it out.

“Sir, I can and will handle your son.” Grisha’s shoulders dropped.

This guy seems disciplined, maybe he is who Eren needs 

“Thank you.” The man says and goes to Eren. 

A long day. A long day indeed.

-

The last boy to come in was Keiko Xu. He was clutching his mother's hand tightly and his other arm held his stuffed puppy toy. 

“Hey there!” Furlan approached them. “I'm Furlan and you are?” He looked down at the small boy.

“Keiko.” He says and he looks around the cabin and settles on Levi. 

“Cool name, how about you choose a bed kid, we still have three available.” Keiko nodded and dropped his mother's hand. He looked around all the beds, the boys smiling and waving at him. He got closer to Levi and Keiko looked at him in slight fear and that glare wasn’t helping. Levi noticed how nervous the kid was and relaxed his face. 

“Mmm, can I sleep here?” The small boy pointed to the bottom bed of the bunk next to Levi’s.

“Sure kid.” Keiko smiled and sat on the bed. His mother came over dropped his bags down and said her goodbyes. After she left, Furlan closed the door and Levi stood up. 

“Alright brats.” He said loudly and the boys all looked up at him. “Get settled in, we’re leaving in 20 for the grand welcoming in the mess hall. Understood?”

“Yes sir?” Connie salutes and Levi rolls his eyes.

-

Furlan stood in front leading the group while Levi was in the back making sure none of them strayed. The boys were already becoming fast friends but Keiko was still shy and almost cried when Levi told him to leave his toy so it didn't get lost. But that also seemed to be the reason why Keiko stayed close to Levi, as some sort of protection and comfort Keiko found in such little time. 

He kept looking around at all the people and some bumped into him making him stumble into Levi. In fear of falling, he grabbed Levi's hand and squeezed it tight. Levi’s eyes widened and tried to draw his hand back but Keiko wouldn’t let go. He just had to accept it.

He sat his group down and told them he would be in the back with the other councilors. There were refreshments and snacks that the adults were taking advantage of before the kids ate them all later. To Levi’s surprise, there was tea, it was in the bags but tea nonetheless. He grabbed a mug and the boiling kettle and started his tea. 

He listened to bits and parts of it. Erwin’s overly happy voice was about to give him a headache. 

Someone bumped his shoulder and pressed theirs against his due to the tight fit.

“Y/n.” 

“Levi.” You smiled at him. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Mmm?” He took a sip. 

“Do you hate me? Like have I done something to you in the past? I just feel like you don’t like me.” He side-eyes you and takes another sip.

“Sorry if I wasn’t so fucking bubbly and happy.” He spit and you scrunch your nose.

“Guess I have my answer.” You start to walk away and Levi rolls his head back and shoots his arm out to grab your elbow 

“Wait brat.” He pulled you back next to him. “I don’t hate you.” 

“Then you strongly dislike me when I haven’t done anything to you. Tell me why you hate me.” He rolled his eyes and stayed quiet. “Fine if you don’t want to tell me, why don’t we just start over, and then when you have fallen hopelessly in love with me, you will forget why you hated me at all.” 

“Tch.” He shook his head and looked into his tea with a small smile.“In your dreams, but fine.” Keith Shadis, the director of the camp, was talking now about to close out. 

“So after lunch, me and my girls were going to do arts and crafts, do you and your boys want to join us?” Levi thought for a moment and stared at his group. He’d known them for less than two hours and he could tell they would prefer to throw a football or play volleyball rather than arts and crafts. Well, Armin and Keiko seem like they would. 

Fuck it

“Sure, I’ll bring them over.” 

“Fun!” You say and elbow him.

-

There were no directors, no counselors, no campers in the courtyard due to all of them being in the mess hall. 

Nobody knew of the man standing in the trees by the nurse's office. 

Staring right through the window. 

Staring right at Levi and Y/n. 

-

A/n- first time writing something like this!!! Next chapter will have more Levi and Y/n and masked man lore. Lmk if anybody wants to be tagged for this.

[toxicroyjamie]

Rest in peace Jamie Tartt and Keeley Jones you would've loved Brat Summer

[mims-bshelf]

can we please have itto fluff T^T

Water Balloon Wars and Oni Love: A Family Afternoon

Synopsis: A peaceful summer afternoon turns into a chaotic yet heartwarming battle when Arataki Itto, desperate for some alone time with his beloved, gets ambushed by their mischievous son, Kairos.

Character Count (Letters & Spaces): 1,793

Tags: FamilyBonding, Humor, Fluff, SummerFun, PlayfulChaos, Arataki Itto, ParentingStruggles, WaterBalloonFight ,GenshinImpact

Content Warnings (CW): None (Just wholesome chaos and playful family fun (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

It was a perfect summer weekend. The sun was shining, a gentle breeze was blowing, and you were lounging in your backyard pool, finally getting some much-needed relaxation. Lying back on your sunbed under the umbrella, eyes closed, you let yourself sink into peaceful bliss. The sounds of splashing water and distant laughter filled the air, but for now, you were enjoying your quiet moment.

That was, until you felt two strong arms suddenly wrap around your waist.

Startled, your eyes snapped open just in time to see your husband, Arataki Itto, dramatically flopping onto you, his heavy weight pressing you deeper into the sunbed. His face was buried in your chest, his white hair tickling your skin as he let out a dramatic sigh of contentment.

"Is he not here?" he murmured, looking around cautiously as if on high alert.

Your heart, still recovering from the sudden ambush, skipped a beat before you let out an exasperated sigh. "God, Itto! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry, love!" He pouted, tightening his hold around you. "I just missed you so much… If only that little brat would let me have you for at least a day!"

You giggled as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his warmth and familiar scent instantly melting your annoyance away.

"That ‘brat’ is your son, you know," you teased, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Unfortunately…" he grumbled under his breath before letting out a chuckle. "I mean, of course, I love that little rascal! But not as much as I love yo—"

Before he could finish, a water balloon came hurtling out of nowhere, hitting him square in the face with a loud SPLAT! The force sent him toppling off your lap and onto the hot pavement with an unceremonious thud.

"OW! HEY!" he sputtered, shaking water from his face like a drenched puppy.

From across the pool, your five-year-old son, Kairos, stood triumphantly, another water balloon in hand and a mischievous grin plastered on his tiny face.

"GET AWAY FROM MOMMY! SHE’S MINE!" he declared, his little voice filled with determination.

Your eyes widened as you barely had time to react before your son launched another water balloon, barely missing your head but hitting Itto’s chest with an impressive SPLASH.

"OH, THAT’S IT!" Itto shouted, scrambling to his feet, now completely drenched. "KAIROS, YOU LITTLE TROUBLEMAKER! YOU DON’T OWN YOUR MOTHER!"

Kairos cackled, sticking out his tongue. "It’s not like you do either!"

With that, he lobbed another water balloon, this time expertly hitting Itto right on his horn. The poor oni dramatically gasped, clutching his chest as if he had just taken a fatal blow.

You sat on the pool stairs, watching the chaos unfold with laughter shaking your shoulders. Itto, now in full battle mode, began chasing after Kairos, who squealed and darted away, giggling wildly.

"COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE GREMLIN! I’M GONNA—"

"You’re gonna what, old man? Huh? HUH?" Kairos taunted, narrowly dodging another attempt from Itto to catch him.

You shook your head with a fond smile, resting your chin in your palm as you watched the two most important boys in your life chase each other around the yard. Your peaceful afternoon might have been interrupted, but honestly? You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Ah, how troublesome… but how utterly adorable.

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[persephone11110]

Three Chances

Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell Reader

Warnings: past parental death, grief, someone dies, past funeral,mention of pneumonia—lung damage surgery ,childhood friends/ex bfs->almost lovers, unintentionally self harm?(bradley takes a scolding hot shower) mentions of catholic religion( in my story i gave a carole a catholic background), medical inaccuracy!!—i am not doctor

Summary: What thats saying again?— death pulls people apart and together. Together, after 10 years plus you and Bradley mends your relationship. Apparently it took death to draw you both back together.. unfortunately you both were to late. or 2 times bradley should’ve told the reader how much he loves her and one time he’s too late.

bradley calls her sunny

unfortunately mav still pulled bradley’s papers

AN: I needed to write a death fic, i honestly can’t help it, also summary sucks, i liked writing a 2+1 fic so im doing it again. also she dies right before the mission— tbh i read somewhere on google that people do typically tend to die from pneumonia if left undetected/untreated. Also also Idk if a nurse has the power to take someone off life support?

1. 1999

It’s hurts hurts, really fucking hurts— the last thing Bradley Bradshaw wanted to do during his summer vacation is bury his mom. The last thing he wanted to do is stand over her casket and say goodbye. He didn’t want to do this again, Bradley’s already done this, thirteen years his dad was the one being buried.

I can’t cry, I wouldn’t cry. Bradley thinks while sliding on his suit without thought, his eyes are raw from spending the last previous hours sobbing into pilliow. He hates how the suits clings to back— sinking into his burnt back. He took a hot scolding shower at midnight, attempting to rid the thoughts of his mothers fragile body , her last words. “I love you Bradley Bradshaw”, even in Carole’s weakened mindset she still recognized her son.

Bradley painfully rolls his shoulders back, memories of the sight of his dead father wasn’t something he needed right now. He’s walking into the church and he’s met with dozens of people yet the only face he can and wants to make out is you. Y/n Mitchell, a.k.a sunny.

He’s touched by many people—shoulder grabs, pats on the back: Uncle Maverick pressing a kiss into the side of his head, and Uncle Ice pulling him into tight hug. But you come from behind him, and tightly grabbing his hand with reassurance makes him teary eyed.

“Hey Sunny” Bradley bites his lips, shoving his emotins back down his throat. “Thanks for coming”.

You nodded solemnly, hating the reason you both were in church together. “Where else would I be Bradshaw”. you gripping his hand with yours.

“Kiddo”, Maverick come back to his godson and daughter— his own eyes red, the veins in his are more apparent you couldn’t tell if was exhaustion or sadness or both. “Hey Y/n”. he smiles sadly at you—the priest is ready when you are Brad”.

“I’m coming Uncle Mav, see you in a bit Sunny”. Bradley tightly grip’s your hand before walking away.

You twisted the rings on your fingers nervously, being a navy brat you’ve gotten accustomed to funerals. But seeing Aunt Carole in a casket wasn’t sight you needed or wanted to see. “Shut up Y/n, this isn’t about you”. you warned yourself, Bradley needs you, dad needs you. a thought rolled through your mind.

Bradley loved his mother to no end, but he’s grateful no asked for him to do the eulogy, he didn’t think anyone wanted to hear him sob in between words, hear him stutter through the whole speech. If he was being honest Bradley didn’t have the heart to do so. He didn’t have the guts to stand next to dead mother casket, spewing loving words about her.

“May Carole Anne Bradshaw rest in peace”.

You slip your hand back into Bradley’s hand.“Chicken”, you whispered into his ear, in return you earn a small smile.

“Sunshine”. he whispers back to you.

He so badly wanted to say something else, maybe the words I love you were to slipping from his lips.

I love Y/n Mitchell.

—

2. 2002

“Bullshit!”. You loved Bradley but ever since Aunt Carole died he gotten more angrier, his temper bubbling up like lava and exploding on everything around him including you. It’s not his fault the death of two parents can and will change someone inevitably, losing and burying your mother the end of freshman year isn’t fun. You just wished he wasn’t taking it out on you too.

“Shit Sunny I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap at you”, he pulled you into his strong arms.

You step back from the kitchen doorway, after flinching from Bradley yelling you almost drop a box of old pictures.

“Bradley—”.

“Dont even go there with me, you allowed me to fall in love with the idea of flying all for you strip it from me!”. “I trusted you, I loved you how could you do this to me?”.

“You know thats not true”. Maverick tries to get through to him. “Baby Goose”.

“No, No! you don’t get to call me that not ever, and I don’t want your fucking lame ass excuses”. Bradley voice reaches to higher octave. You ponder if you should move in and stop what’s happening but you can’t. Your feet are glued to the floor.

“I fucking hate you!”, he yells, “I don’t what with you and Bradshaws and death— but i’m not dying either”. Your too astonished to move, and much to your dismay your dad doesn’t deny it.

He side steps dad, leaving him alone in the kitchen— leaving him to deal with the impact of his hurtful words.

Tears rapidly fall from your face,“Don’t go Bradshaw”, your voice is wobbly, too much sadness is rising in your throat.

He paused and almost turns around as if he thought about it.“Fuck you and Uncle Mav, why did I ever talk to you Y/n?”. A seconds passes and its all a blur as you watched Bradley leave and his pickup truck backfires.

A sob rips from your mouth, your knees buckled from under you. Your father strong arms instantly wrap around you as you sob into his chest. Your pretty sure this was first time you’ve seen dad cry so openly.

I fucking hate you Y/n Mitchell.

—

3. 2022

“Can you hang on for bit sweetheart?”, Maverick whispers, holding Sunny’s hand. “Bradley not here yet—he needs a chance to say goodbye”

This wasn’t supposed to happen, Maverick Mitchell wasn’t supposed be standing in a hospital with his unconscious daughter infront of him. He wished he could switch places with her.

The surgery was going to help her, it was going to remove the fluid from her lungs. Maverick thought back to when Sunny kept waving off her fluid induced cough.“Dad I’m fine, It’s just a little cough”.

It wasn’t a little cough, it wasn’t a small little cold either. Each and everytime you coughed your chest felt like it was rattling— your practically destroyed your voice from coughing so much.

“Y/n, sweetie don’t you think it’s time to visit a doctor?”, your dad eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Dad I’m going to be fine, I just need to keep taking medicine and I’ll be good as new in a week or two”.

Y/n wasn’t good as new, her stubborn streak kept her from being treated properly— it took her fainting from her collasped lungs to be in a hospital room.“Y/n what were you thinking?”, Maverick questioned his daughter for the millionth time.

“Captain Mitchell”, a gentle voice pulled him out of his thoughts.“A man by the name of Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw is here as a visitor”.

Maverick hastily wiped the tears from his face, “H-he can come in”.

“Uncle Mav”, Bradley starts— his voice to brittle for his liking.

“Baby Goose”.Maverick murmured and Bradley doesn’t dare and snap at him and tell him he hasn’t been baby goose in over twenty years. He doesn’t have the heart to yell at his griefing uncle— despite how angry he is at Maverick, he knows right now it isn’t the best time to dwell on their differences.

Maverick takes in his godson appearance, his hair is all over the place, purple eyebags under his eyelids— stained tear tracks. The one thing that stood the most out to Maverick was how much guilt was in Bradley’s eyes even in the way he stood.

“Oh God”, Bradley can’t reel in his emotions like he normally does. Too much guilt and anger is eating at him.“Im so sorry Sunny”. Bradley’s words are rolling off his tongue after holding them in for over a decade.

“Brad c’mere”, Maverick gently drops Y/n’s hand back down to her side. “It’s okay Baby Goose”. Maverick pulls Bradley into a hug.

“But Mav, I’ve never apologized to her, I never told her I loved her”. Maverick releases Bradley from his arms.

“Trust me kiddo, she knows— Y/n never faulted you”. Maverick stares at the machine next to him. Maverick knew—he knew Y/n was about to go home. He again let go of her hand and pressed the red button her bed.

The same nurse appears at the door. Bradley catches her name tag—Nurse June. “Captain Mitchell, Lieutenant Bradshaw— are we ready— Is she ready?”

“Yeah she is”. Maverick whispered to her.

“Ok”, Nurse June simply says with a small smile.

Bradley’s sitting on the bed to Y/n’s left— holding her hand. “I love you Sunny Mitchell”, he picks up her hand, and places a kiss onto it.

Maverick moves in a puts a kiss onto your head. “Your okay Y/n— I promise we’ll be okay”, Maverick swore to you.

The numbers on the machine start to drop— a sign that death is ready to take you. Both Bradley and Maverick drag their eyes from the machine— wanting to look you instead.

You looked so peaceful as you were finally able to relax.

“Welcome home kiddo”Uncle Ice pulls you into a tight hug.

I really loved you Y/n Mitchell.

[the-queerview]

The Substance

2024

by Coralie Fargeat

My dear readers, it's been a while since I decided to post. It was a long summer, ending with me visiting North Korea, just kidding, i just saw North Korea, which is already pretty amazing and frightening. Unfortunately my experience was disrupted, since a few week before my arrival some American tourist ran into North Korea and got shot, rest in peace idiot. They say never judge a deceased and in retrospective, i can't since those tours are literally disneyland trader joes tourist traps kind of, but lets not roast on peoples buisnisess here, lets roast the films, that take us on rides in our grey existence.

I would like to start by saying, that it's a pretty good year for babes and a pretty good year for horror film. We had Brat summer and soon there will be Nosferatu Autumn, with Lily Rose Depp starring in Nosferatu (102 years after its first release). We have Hunter Schaefers first cinema film, where she is not there for like 5 minutes like in Hunger games or entirely Naked for a few minutes like in Lanthimos kinds of kindness. Not to hate on nudity here, but we have a quite problematic history with women* and nudity. I highly recommend here Linda Nochlins representing women, on womens representation within western art history paintings, which is till todays core a major influence on cinematography. Which brings me to start today with a Portrait by Gericault, titled : Monomaniac of Envy (Monomane de l’envie) from 1822.

The Substance is a film following Elisabeth Sparkle ( Demi Moore), a former Oscar winner now aging TV -Starr with an aerobic ( I assume) show. (We might be remembered here of Jane Fonda, who indeed was an actress and the figure for aerobic in the 80s, when american propaganda preached they can't control the world in post vietnam war america and they only thing they can control is the BODY.) Elisabeths nasty boss is firing here for being to old, sad and isolated as she is, we don't learn so much, about her inner world. They cinematograpghy is resembling a distant, almost, stretched, lets say overdrawn perspective, probably similar to the characters inner world. Everything is clean, but not personal. Theres a giant photograph of Elisabeth in her almost comic looking loft. It reminds me somehow of older sowiet films, where a picture of Lenin would hang on the walls or some shit, so I thought, damn, the main dictator in Elisabeths Life is probably herself. And turns out right. Long story short, I try not to spoiler the grande scenes here, but one word, the billboard scene.. Elisabeth gets in contact to an anonymous note by an anonymous person, after some tragedy, and orders the SUBSTANCE. She will pick it up, inject it, and after some alien shit, which you see in the first picture, a second version of herself, that is herself will crawl literally out of her back. This version is young, hot, and will fuck Elisabeth up. Her name is Sue ( Margaret Qualley) and the rule is, that Sue got 7 days, and Elisabeth got 7. If one breaks the rule, they basically both fucked.

So the movie itself, is literally like, when popstars get the chance, like i dont know, rihanna doing superbowl singing all her bangers. kind of this vibe, So for horror film nerds, and i m sure i didnt guessed all but we have of course, david lynchs twin peaks and pretty sure wild at heart. we have suspiria by dario argento, especially the soundtrakc and BLOOD, we have some cronenberg body horror, and crazy camera like in gaspard noes enter the void, but all in all, i guess, what i was missing in the film, is that the first half was literally fucking amazing. it had it's own signature, it didn't need the references from my part, like yeah those dude directors did important work, i wish Fargeat would trust herself maybe more, that what shes doing is the right thing to go for. Also I literally loved ALL THE DETAILS. Like i could start analyzing so many bits of it.

I loved, that it was dealing with Envy, fear or aging, MISOGYNY, and comparison in such a smart way. The first half of the film, felt like an entire advertisment, which is the core to all evil, as we know. We literally spent actually years of our lifes watching advertisments.

The second half of it, reminded me to much of 80s body horror, it had its campy moment. And here I m being unfair probably. I did my research and Coralie Fargeat is born 1976. She was a a child in the 80s, and this was a time, that formed her culturally and therefor aesthetaically to a certain degree... or did you never noticed that fashion designers usually end up designing clothes, that they loved to wear as kids/teens? I feel like, if Coralie Fargeat felt like working in this 80s rubber stuff was important for, fuck , let her do it. Also in the 80s there weren't many female filmmakers around, especially not in the dudy dude horror scene. So whatever.

Also I was tbh in shock about the violence. Like many times, my partner had to close my eyes in the cinema, cuz i was hella scared of the intense violence. Maybe Kira Muratova ( an amazing ukranian filmmaker, that I truly adore for insane films) was right, when she said, women make harder films. I wonder if it has something to do with being in pain every month, of the injustice of the binary patriarchal world, or the violence transwomen experience?

There was for sure a very insanity level of violence, but at the same time, the most stunning portrayal of envy against a version of yourself, that you might never see. I loved that it also reflected so much the world in a sense, the decadence of the west, hollywood, glamour, age, ozempic, comparison, starving for youth vs the isolation of those from the current wars in the middle east, the starvation in Sudan. The proatogists were isolated in every scene almost. The Bathroom was the scenery of the crime, similar to the way we use this room to get ready for the outer world. The only real personal details in the film I experienced in the notes, those handwritten notes, that would always appear. I kept thinking about them for days. They became almost a metaphor for me, that different then then all the advertisments, the substance delivery typography, all those for Elisabeth Sparcle seemingly important objects, where not personal, thou its about her,about her body. while those handwritten notes by the strangers, seemed more personal, then the things that surround her, since trough the handwriting they are proof of a human life. Turns out, they were a signifer of what is missing in her world, the way she experience having the body, its no intimate, not adressed.

Also Demi and Margaret were so fucking amazing, i 'm literally blown away. Like i WISH i could like scream and hug them and be like. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. I bet all their friends and family are proud like crazy. This shit was insane, playing that? Insane. They did so good, like not many ppl can read a script like that and be like...mhhh yup. So GRANDEUR APPLAUSE !!!!!!!

All in all I highly recommend checking out the Substance, I m sorry if I spoilered to much. Big trigger warning for violence, also some scenes are literally gross, depending on you, bring a friend or a lover, and watch it in the cinema, if your socio cultural situation allows you to, i can imagine this film being censored, otherwise just be illegal literally. Like we live in hell.

but dont watch it alone, only if you are freaky deaky i guess.

love to my readers.

the queerview

ps: Also I did watch blink twice by Zoë Kravitz. a queerview will follow, but its so hardcore to watch blink twice and p.diddies freak party assault stuff. mentally i cant go down that road, but Kravitz did literally on time...

[coffeetailor]

GTOber Day 7: Sweater Weather

(A/N: Yep, out of order and off date. Have some cute.)

Shang Hua, also known as Airplane Shooting Into the Sky, still couldn't believe his luck. Who would have thought that a single chance encounter with his biggest hater... would actually improve his life. starting with the improvement of his 'great' life's work. For being such a vicious little angry bean, the kid had a good heart. And enough spare change to not only pay his rent, but move him into a better apartment!

And without the risk of eviction and starvation on the table, he'd been able to stop pandering to the incel brigade that had made up so much of his paying audience, and actually take his time to write the story he'd wanted to at the start.

It was in visiting his old, long-buried notes, that he first saw the little figurine on his desk blink.

There hadn't been very much merchandise made from PIDW, and only a fraction of it actually featured his king, but he'd lived on expired noodles rescued from the bin for a month to get his hands on this one. Cast resin with a cheap paint job that he'd redone himself (why did they keep making his king's hair white? Yes, he was an ice demon, but he'd never described white hair!), he'd touched every inch of it. No part was meant to be able to move. Especially not the eyes.

But the figurine had blinked anyway. and then turned its head. And glared at him before threatening the author if he didn't release the 'spell' he had on him to seal his powers.

It took days to convince Mobei-Jun (alive! In his apartment! And as heartbreakingly gorgeous as he'd ever imagined in writing out his descriptions) that he hadn't actually done anything to him. At least not on purpose! By the end of that, the little figuring somehow got it into his head instead that Shang Hua was a god, and he couldn't be convinced otherwise. At least it meant that he could sleep without fear of the demon clawing his eyes out. It didn't prevent him from ordering him around like a servant, however.

So they'd come to a peace. The living figurine didn't get hungry, but he snitched from Shang Hua's plate every day anyway. And demanded a room stocked with ice all summer, which was made with an opened cooler left in the living room. By the time that fall rolled around, Shang Hua was almost used to his tiny roommate.

Which wasn't to say that Mobei was entirely used to Shang Hua or the world he lived in.

"What are you wearing?"

Blinking at his tiny roommate, Shang Hua looked down at his sweater, a big chunky thing that was two sizes too large, but was also one of the coziest things he owned. "This, my king? It's just a sweater. We wear them to keep warm in the colder seasons. We don't do so well as you in chilly weather."

Mobei-Jun frowned, studying his outfit with cat-like judgement before motioning him over to the table they'd set up his room on. Obediently, Shang Hua walked over and offered him a hand. The demon hadn't been particularly enthused about being carried at the start, but after figuring out that his teleportation powers were gone with the rest, he'd decided that the author was going to be his own personal carriage whenever he wanted to leave the desk.

Spoiled brat.

This time, instead of climbing up into his hand, Mobei grabbed it and pulled him closer, Shang Hua barely avoiding falling on his face by catching himself with his free hand. He was tiny and his powers didn't work, but that didn't mean that he wasn't still strong! "My king?"

Mobei-Jun poked at the cuff of his sweater, examining the fiber and the pattern like he was judging it. Which... he probably was. He'd already made his opinion of most of Shang Hua's clothes known (namely that they were strange and indecent, and this from a man who kept his chest bared to the world), so there wasn't much hope that the sweater would meet his standards either.

"What is this fiber?"

Shang Hua rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "Eh... I'm not actually sure. Probably some poly blend? All I know is that it was dryer safe so I don't have to wait for it to air dry."

Mobei eyed him. "You don't use the 'dryer' on this king's clothing."

"My king, you wear fur and silk! Which is absolutely not safe to use in the dryer! And even if it was, the stitching is so fine that I'd be worried about it getting torn in there! Besides, they dry a lot faster than a sweater does," he said, trying to shake the idea that his king was pouting. "I'm happy to keep washing your things by hand. There isn't much here to get them dirty in the first place anyway."

"Then we should leave this place," the living figure said, lifting his chin to stare the author down. Which would have been easier had he been taller than him.

Shang Hua had been about to protest that he had writing to do all day, when he remembered that he'd actually sent his last chapter off to Cucumber last night. And that he wasn't posting at breakneck speed anymore. Besides, with the colder weather, maybe his king would like to get outside.

Smiling, he once again offered his hand. "Okay. You'll have to stay out of sight though. I don't think people would react well if they saw you."

Not to mention that his king was so small... he could get hurt. Something that he knew would utterly break his heart if it happened.

He was wise enough not to mention that, however.

This time, Mobei stepped up onto his hand, using his arm as a ramp up to his shoulder from there. His hands when he touched the side of Shang Hua's neck for balance were ice cold of course, but how could he complain when having him there was just more adorable than he was willing to risk saying. But that didn't keep him from shivering when the icy little figure burrowed his way inside the collar of his sweater to lean against more skin!

"Comfortable, my king?" he asked, trying not to shiver too much and bother him. Powers or not, Mobei was perfectly capable of stabbing him in the neck!

There was a small sound of agreement from just below his ear and he smiled, grabbing keys and wallet before going for the door. Maybe if he thought about this right, it could almost be like a date. The idea of it, a date with his favorite creation, put a spring in his step. What a lovely, chilly day.