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♔Silent Serenades preview- Part Ten♔

An arranged marriage with Duke Gojo

Part Ten Will be out around Nov 8-10th <3

SPOLIER ALERT- Do NOT read if you have not read Part Nine

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“I for once am honest, after a month of lies. Feel my heart.” He puts your little hand on his chest, and you feel it, pounding, making you weak, as your eyes lock upon each other.

“It cannot be true, not a word. If you felt that you would have never!”

“I grew to feel it more and more. Now it’s consuming me, whole, I’d let you walk all over me just to feel your goddamn step. I’d let you destroy me just to watch your pretty face as you do. I would do anything to see you smile, to see your face as you feel pleasure, to taste you, to-”

“Fuck, shut up, shut up!” You shove at him now, and he lets you, gulping and staring at you so pleadingly, this six foot plus man who looms so tall, seems so small and fragile. “I hate you more for saying it all! For making me believe it!” You cry out hoarsely, and he lets you smack at him, nodding, just standing there.

“You should hate me, you should never forgive me.” He whispers sullenly, and you hate that you want to forgive him, that you want him to…

“Hold me, please.” You beg softly, and he breaks with you, holding you tightly against his hard body, enwrapping his strong arms around you, as you bury your face against his chest, crying in earnest.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I will spend every moment making it up, as much as I can, before you leave.” His voice is a hoarse whisper, and you realize then, you don’t want to fucking leave. “I know I have lost you, I know I never had you.”

“Satoru.” You lean up, looking at him now, and he brushes your endless tears with his long fingers, gulping and nodding for you to continue. “I’m not saying I will stay, but I will say… I have not yet made up my mind to leave, either.”

He blinks then, with those teary lashes, sucking in a breath, his blue eyes swirling as they study you. “You haven’t!?”

“No. Not yet. It does not mean I forgive you, or even like you. But it does mean that… I wish to understand you more, to understand this more.” You take his hand, feeling the thrumming energy between you both. “I will give you that chance, the month, to show me who you are, before I decide fully.”

“I thought I had no chance. I thought you couldn’t wait to leave.” He whispers, and you take a shaky breath now.

“Well, you are trying, and I see it.”

“It’s not too late?”

“I do not know yet. Do you mean it, what you said, about seeing me, seeing me truly?”

He laughs softly, brushing your hair back tenderly, kissing your forehead, something you never thought Duke Gojo would do. “Oh, Princess, I mean every fucking word. I see your heart and soul, the kindness, but you know what I also see? Your bad mouth, your ability to destroy me with a look, your snappy little remarks.” He says with a little smirk now.

You smile a bit then, and he smiles down at you, pressing you further into the desk, and you feel your body react quickly. “Oh do you enjoy that, the way I wreck you with my words?”

“I’d let you wreck me in every fucking way.” His hand slides up your skirts now, and your breath quickens. “You’re strong, you’re not some simpering little damsel, you could probably crush me, kick my ass.”

You giggle now, then his hands pause on your bare thigh, fingering your garter belt, and your pussy reacts by clenching around nothing, your head falling back, a little sigh escaping your lips. “Kick your ass, you’re too big and tall.”

“You’re a scary little thing, I think you’d kick me in the dick.” You laugh again, and he marvels at it, his thumb making little circles closer to your heat. Your own hands slide up his chest, as he makes you feel more seen than anyone ever has, and how does he see you so well?

“I was sorely tempted after that whore on the table.”

“You and that tablecloth move? Fuck that made me hard.”

“You’re always hard, you slutty man.” Your fingers drift down to his belt, toying with him, giving him a little smile, and he smirks, his free hand cupping your face.

“I would do anything to feel you again, even knowing I do not deserve you. Give anything for you to sit on my face.”

Your tummy clenches, face flushed at the lewd, insane images he brings. “Sit on your face!? I… what!?”

He sighs, kissing you gently, finding you with his fingers finally, moaning softly as he does, you drink up his moans into your mouth. “I’ve had this fantasy of your thighs on either side of my face, pussy dripping on me.”

“Satoru that… sounds insane!”

“You could shut my mouth up, use me how you want. Ride me.” His words destroy you, his touch on your clit makes you moan, and he’s watching you hungrily, lips parted. “Fuck you’re beautiful. So wet, I want it dripping down my face.”

“We shouldn’t do this.” You whisper, but your hips are leaning forward, to more of his touch, Satoru’s lips hover just above yours, and you embarrassingly hear how wet you are when he’s rubbing between your lips.

“You shouldn’t give me anything, but you do, and I’m too selfish and greedy not to drink up every bit of it. Of you.”

It's coming soon, dear masochistic readers!

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Azriel stood, extending his hand out to me. For a moment, I debated taking it. . . But it was late. Much later than I usually went inside. . . And on this night, and every one before it for the last fifty years, there was nothing.

I grasped his hand and stood. He guided me inside — the warmth of the town house hitting like a ton of bricks. The hearth burned hot in the living room, forcing me to shuck the warm outer layers and drape them over the back of the couch on my way to the stairs.

My hand dragged through Cassian's black, shoulder length hair in passing; he never once woke up. He was sprawled out on the opposite end of the couch, his massive membranous wings cocooned around him like a blanket — his mouth was hung open, snores rumbling through his chest and throat as he slept peacefully.

I decided I liked it best when he could rest uninterrupted.

Azriel disappeared to the room he claimed before I could say goodnight or retreat to my room at the top of the stairs.

When I finally retreated, my warm bed greeted me with soft ivory and cream. The bed set been the first thing I'd ever selected myself. . . When my father was alive and the High Lord of the Winter Court, everything was in his image entirely.

And when something, feeling akin to a tug mixed with the vibrations of a symphony drew me to the Night Court, I went with my mother to visit the Illyrian camps and chose to stay even when she left.

Do not steal this. It may be fanfiction, but it took me three hours to properly phrase this part when writing for the actual chapter. Reblogs/Notes are good and encouraged, as well as feedback, however I will not tolerate anyone taking any portion of my hard work and claiming it as their own. 💙

[cupcakemolotov]

Ex's and Oh's

I have finally finished a thing, but honestly, with the 2023 has shaped up, this is a triumph! Happy Holidays, all.

Summary: Caroline's return to New Orleans is a little less triumphant than she'd like. There is a dead body in her trunk and a magical artifact in her passenger seat, and no matter how much she'd like too, the chances of avoiding her ex-husband are astronomically small. What, with the mate bond and all, but a girl's gotta hope.

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Minor Character Death; Magical Realism; We Make War Not Love; Post-Divorce; These Two Fools in Love; Klaus and Caroline Being Territorial; for each other; tyler is dead; kind of; Canon-Typical Violence; Violence; Murder

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“You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“I know.”

Bonnie rubbed a hand down her face after she handed Caroline a cup of coffee, her expression exasperated. “Do you?”

Caroline bit down on a tired smile. “Bonnie.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she huffed, her eyes narrowing. “Enzo and I won’t be able to hide this. You know he has my place watched. He knows we talk. He knows I used to visit you, on occasion. He let it slide, because to do anything else would just piss you off more.” She sat and sighed. “This he will not let slide.”

Caroline shrugged, reaching carefully for the cream. Her ribs tugged uncomfortably at the motion, and she was careful to hide it. She needed caffeine too badly to let her friend be distracted. It’d just been her and multiple five hour energies over the past twenty hours, and there were things that needed to be said. “He’ll get over it.”

A choked noise escaped from her oldest friend, her expression pinched. It was still early in New Orleans, dawn not having quite creeped over the edge of the horizon. Her walk from her parked car had been quiet, the city slow and sleepy in the early morning hours, only the most adventurous of tourists staggering home. Bonnie had clearly rolled out of bed when Caroline had woken her, her clothing rumbled and mismatched. She’d have felt bad about just showing up after so long, if the circumstances hadn’t been an emergency.

“Caroline, Klaus does not ‘get over things,’ particularly when they involve you.”

“It's been just over ten years since the divorce, Bon.” Three years, fifty-one days since she had last talked to him. Since she had been in the same state as him. If she thought about it too long, her chest would start to ache with the weight of it. She had just never been able to decide if it was grief or rage that she carried like a cloak.

“Oh, I’m aware,” she said flatly. “The entire bayou is aware, Caroline.”

A pause, as Caroline scrunched her nose. “I didn’t think the divorce would still be hot gossip. A decade is more than long enough for people to stop wagging their tongues.”

Bonnie let out a groan. “If you think the kind of gossip your divorce from Klaus Mikaelson inspired is going to die down this century, you’ve forgotten how insular this place can be.”

“Kol lives here.” Caroline shrugged, winced. “He has a new antic every week. They can’t be bored of things to talk about.”

A peculiar look crossed Bonnie’s face. “Would you like to know what the last bit of nonsense Kol got into?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “He threw a block party.”

Caroline blinked. “That’s… not unusual for Kol. I can think of at least three block parties he threw in the last year that I lived here.”

Bonnie made a noise. “I don’t think you're really appreciating the scale of this party. It spilled across six streets. He brought in margarita trucks. Two live bands. Cops were called, SWAT intervened after the second fireball, dozens of wolves ended up in jail overnight, and it took a week for Elijah to untangle the legal shenanigans.” She arched her brow. “A week. Even the post-Esther shindig didn’t explode through the city quite that way.”

And neither of them had mentioned a word of this to her. She wondered if Enzo had a video. “Where was Klaus?”

“Business trip.” Bonnie said succinctly. “He showed up an hour after the SWAT team had been brought in to deal with the drunk witches. Do you know what Kol was celebrating?”

Caroline shook her head.

“Your divorce.”

The noise that caught in Caroline’s throat was strangled, torn somewhere between a laugh and a shriek. Bonnie’s expression darkened into that of a martyr before a judge.

“There was a banner, Caroline. Kol hung it across the front of the mansion, right above the entrance, and he had someone set up two spotlights to make sure it was visible. I have no idea who made the banner, but it had to be someone out of state, because supposedly no one died. Would you like to guess what it said?”

Caroline opened and closed her mouth, but couldn’t quite find the words. What exactly would Kol have put up to celebrate her divorce?

“No?” Bonnie crossed her arms. “Too bad. It read, “Congratulations to Caroline Forbes, Ten Years and Counting.”

It was a physical strain, not to laugh at Bonnie’s unimpressed look. Her ex-husband had enough pride to keep the Titanic afloat, having their disaster of a marriage waved in his face had to have made him apocalyptic with anger.

Bonnie nodded at her expression. “Elijah had to smuggle Kol to Eastern Europe. He’s still there.”

Struggling with her composure, when she finally spoke, Caroline managed to mostly sound normal. “Kol can occasionally be likable, can’t he?”

“You would find it hilarious.” Bonnie made a face. “Enzo certainly did. But it’s made my life unnecessarily complicated. Rebekah is refusing to talk to Klaus until he brings Kol back, and Klaus threw her last messenger through the front doors. Werewolves can apparently bounce. “

Caroline looked everywhere but Bonnie’s face. She would not appreciate the laughter Caroline was struggling to hide.

“The pack has started referring to the party as The Event, and every time someone is dumb enough to mention it in Klaus’ hearing, he gets that particular look on his face.” Bonnie waved her hand. “You know the look: he’s clearly weighing just how useful you are and if dead would be the better state of your existence.”

Caroline cleared her throat, trying to look contrite. It was difficult, when all she wanted to do was lean forward and ask for more details. Ask just how much Klaus was suffering, if the wound of her leaving matched the one he’d left in her. “That sounds terrible.”

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Why The Caged Bird Sings | Preview

One night, you were brought to the luxurious Baratie Restaurant Ship, renowned for its exceptional cuisine that your family had been intrigued to sample. A particular blonde and comely waiter captured your attention with his charming smile and gentle eyes, but while your beauty and sophistication intrigued him, Sanji also observed the profound nervousness that caused your jaw and body muscles to tense whenever your fiancé made contact with your hand or your parents delivered a humiliating criticism towards you. One dinner at the Baratie soon turned into a recurring event, and then more. As your friendship with Sanji slowly evolved into something that burned from within, you strove to make your longstanding dream come true; freeing yourself from a constricting existence. -------------------------- As Sanji looked at you curiously, the gentle smile never leaving his face, you asked him, "Do you know why the caged bird sings?" He thought about it for a moment before answering, "Because it has a song to give?" You chuckled at his response and shook your head. "You're not entirely wrong, but no."

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UPDATE: Full chapter posted!

One might assume that growing up surrounded by wealth and luxury makes someone the luckiest person alive. Having seen the struggles and sacrifices of the poor in society, you could confirm that this assumption was not entirely false. Since Gold Roger's announcement about the One Piece, a legendary treasure that no one had found for 22 years, piracy had become rampant. You lived in an era where gold and status held more importance than anything else, even family itself.

You witnessed an increase in deceptions and subterfuge, whether it was on the open sea or within your own household. Your father was a successful entrepreneur with a modest number of valuable connections, both in the private sector and among Marine colonels and various associates. It was extremely important for you to follow his protocol and ensure that everything was accomplished in a way that upheld your family's reputation.

Unfortunately, this also meant agreeing to a forced engagement with one of the admirals' son, regardless of what your heart desired.

It could have been so simple, really. A firm and confident "no" was to be expected from you, as you never wanted to marry for benefits, but only for love. And yet, throughout your entire life, you struggled to find the courage to go against what everyone wanted you to do. As a natural people-pleaser who didn't like disappointing those around, you grew up surrounded by cruelty, opportunism, and a severe lack of affection.

You were trained to be nice and condescending, having to wear a fake smile at all times, and when necessary, even put your cleavage on display with the nicest dresses in your wardrobe. Or, to describe it more accurately, your mother's wardrobe.

Your parents barred you from selecting the garments that you would be most comfortable in. You harbored a preference for a more casual look, which consisted of shirts and fitting pants, leather jackets, and boots. Nevertheless, in accordance with their view, such clothes did not suit a lady of your importance. Consequently, you had to store your own funds separately, and keep the non-compliant outfits inside a concealed wooden box.

Occasionally, you were able to experience a sliver of freedom with your best and only friends from your hometown, conjuring up plausible alibi while avoiding arousing any suspicions. They were the only ones who addressed you with kind and considerate words, openly expressing their views that opposed your constant acceptance without putting up a fight.

You knew they were perfectly correct in their statements, yet you were unable to ascertain the missing drive and find that spark within you; the strength you had tried to put into good use whenever your parents confined you to your room for several days, with the bare minimum food intake as a method of teaching you a lesson concerning the specific expectations that they wanted from the good and well-mannered girl whom they attempted to nurture.

You had no voice left in your throat to scream, alongside possessing a minimal amount of stamina to retaliate and advocate for yourself amid the continued degradation that you had to face on a consistent basis.

You thoroughly despised your cowardice. You dreamed of an existence where you could stand up for yourself, fighting for what you wanted with full determination and fervor. And yet, that day still felt so far away, as you were constrained to attend one business dinner after another, whether with your parents present or by yourself.

They wanted a doll, so you acted like one.

You didn't know yet, but everything was about to change significantly and unexpectedly on that fateful night.

There was a particular location known as the Baratie Restaurant Ship that served the most high-class and succulent dishes in the entirety of the East Blue. Your parents expressed considerable enthusiasm towards dining at this establishment and subsequently extended an invitation to your father's closest admiral associate, along with your presumed fiancé. As a result, you were summoned to attend the gathering without any possibility of evasion.

Your friends advised you to feign illness and make a covert escape from your home as soon as the ship set sail, but you were exceedingly familiar with your parents' modus operandi better than anyone else. You discerned that they would have surely transported you with them even if you were physically disabled, so you chose your mother's favorite dress for the occasion, applied your makeup, and selected the kind of uncomfortable shoes that you disliked wearing while standing due to their tight fit and high heels.

As soon as you arrived at the docks, the aroma of cooked meat, grilled fish, and baked potatoes filled the air. Upon entering the restaurant, a soothing melody immediately greeted your ears. While your parents spoke with the fishman at the entrance about their reservation, you took in the upscale setting. Admiring the ambiance, you appreciated the cozy atmosphere with dim lights lending a romantic vibe that made it the perfect spot for a genuine couple.

Christopher, your supposed fiancé, touched your back in an unpleasant manner as he analyzed every patron in the establishment with a visible expression of disdain.

"I'm sure some of these people are filthy pirates," he sneered. "I hope the food is as good as they say.”

With a forced smile on your face, you nonchalantly stepped away from his hold. "You can't exactly choose the customers, Chris," you said pointedly, hoping to discourage any further negativity.

The man seemed unfazed by your rejection and proceeded to walk down the stairs. Your parents followed suit, escorted to your designated location for the evening with the admiral following in tow. His usual grin was plastered on his face, and he strode past you as you stood frozen, not saying a word.

You took deep breaths in an attempt to calm your frazzled emotions, but your heart continued to hammer in your chest with a loud, pounding rhythm.

"Come on, Y/N, you can do it. Just a couple of hours, you'll survive this," you whispered to yourself, trying to muster up some courage and push through the discomfort.

You swallowed the lump that had surfaced in your throat and then joined the group near the center area of the restaurant, waiting for the others to take their seat on the long couch made of high quality leather.

Despite Sanji's best efforts, Zeff once again belittled and ignored one of his delicious meals, causing him to be relegated to the lowly role of a waiter. As he hurriedly wiped down a table, clearing it of the empty plates and keeping the growing pile on his left hand, Sanji's gaze casually shifted to the group of people that had just arrived at the Baratie. He abruptly turned around for a moment when he caught a glimpse of you, utterly entranced by your beauty and the elegant movement of tucking a hair strand behind your ear as you took in your surroundings.

Sanji found himself staring at you longer than he intended to, his lips curving into a wide smile the moment you settled onto the couch and subtly adjusted the fabric of your dress to conceal your thighs. Amidst the vibrant conversation that occupied the others, you remained quiet and reserved, lightly tugging at the corner of your lips as you tried to blend in.

Even though they all engaged in lively chatter, you showed no special interest in the topic of discussion, drifting away and briefly meeting Sanji's eyes in a quick glance of contact.

To Sanji's displeasure, the man sitting near you attempted to capture your attention by holding the menu in front of you. You redirected your focus to carefully inspect the list, and Sanji was left standing there, one hand tucked in his pocket, watching as your lips pressed together in concentration.

Amongst the multitude of female patrons present that night, you stood out as the most mesmerizing for reasons that he struggled to put into words. Sanji hastily gathered the remaining clutter, taking it to the kitchen before fixing his jacket and tidying up his hair to make it look as neat as possible.

Clearing his throat, he stepped back into the dining hall, walking towards your table with long and confident strides.

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Story Preview: Yuuri vs. Yurio on Hot Ones Versus

“And that’s already ten extra dollars in my pocket!” Mila gleefully called out, referring to the bet that she, Georgi, Sara, and Otabek were all in on.

“Why are you even here again?” Yura dryly lobbed back. “Katsudon gets his lovesick husband plus Kenjirou to fan him, mop his sweaty brow, and generally fuss over his well-being, while you’re just…what? Here to heckle and wish for my downfall?”

As Yuuri suspected he would, Viktor took this opening to gasp, theatrically, throwing a hand to his forehead like a storybook maiden that had just heard an earnestly breathless confession of love.

“Yura, I never knew you wished for me to fuss over you!” he cried, swaying a bit on his feet as if dizzied by the prospect. “And all this time, I believed you repulsed by my protective inclinations!”

The subsequent profanity-laden sentence from Yura would most definitely have to be bleeped out in the final cut, and Yuuri took a second to quiet his laughter before reaching for the first card in his pile.

“Ok, Yura…for round 1.”

He read it silently to himself, fighting the urge to giggle; it was actually a good thing Mila was here, because she’d be able to join him in calling Yura out if he tried to lie while answering.

“Before you left Russia to begin training here in Japan �� a move that was catalyzed by your missing Viktor and I so very dearly once we’d left –” (Yuuri paused and grinned when Kenjirou whooped, delightedly) “– you were known as a little bit of a bully at Yubileyny, in particular towards the local hockey teams that occasionally rented out the ice. Describe the meanest thing you ever did to haze a fellow rinkmate or hockey player.”

A vivid memory of Yakov screaming his head off over a rather unfortunate hair dye incident floated to the forefront of Yuuri’s mind and he took a second to bask in the recollection.

“Or…feel free to eat a death wing," he finished, firmly.

After seeing my Vanity Fair Lie Detector game fic do so well, I've decided to continue my post-canon media appearance antics by writing another face-off, this time taking place betwwen Yuuri and Yurio as they battle each other/"the wings of death" while taping an episode of Hot Ones Versus.

If you enjoy the idea of their friendly rivalry, highly sappy/extra Viktuuri moments, and questions/answers that illuminate how our favorite character dynamics might have evolved a few years post-canon, I invite you to be on the lookout for this story, which I hope to upload to ao3 sometime in November (probably after I update my Olympics-focused WIP/series).

I haven't yet decided if I want this to be a very long one-shot or a 2-chapter fic, but in any event, folks who've read my other work probably know that shortfic is really hard for me…I really struggle to keep things brief and with something like this, I can't imagine it being anything less than 5-8K words in length. Especially because I want to include Viktor, Yuuri and Yuri’s POVs.

Lol…hope you’ll cheer me on and in the meantime, I’ve written lots of other (mostly post-canon) Yuri!!! on Ice fic you may want to check out.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

and if it's better to bet on us, then I'll double down and if we end up in bed and I put the covers out and if I'm wrong, I'll just bury my head deep underground I gotta know now playing – ‘yes or no’ by jung kook

It’s impossible to fall in love when you’re already in love.

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title: peppermint gum savor... | and burst forth

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

word count: 25k

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{wiyllt's words} I swear this was supposed to be "normal length" (for me, anyway) but something crazy happened and I don't understand how I never learn that Jeon Jungkook does this to me every fucking time, for fuck's sake, grr, you cute bunbun; inspired by 'peppermint gum' by frederic and ofc various references to 'Golden' ;)

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Cookie Run Kimura AU - Chapter 7 (Preview)

Author's Note

My deepest apologies for being unable to write for a while. Due to me being busy with a lot of writing for my 2nd Term of my 1st Year of College I ended up getting a bad case of Writer's Block, due to my mind becoming mentally exhausted from various homework and projects. 😅🎀

Luckily the 2nd Term of my 1st Year recently finished a few days ago, and I'll be returning to my 1st Year's 3rd Term this coming May 8. But in the meantime, I'll try my best to complete Chapter 7 for my Cookie Run Kimura AU!

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Cookie Run Kimura AU 🪴 Episode 7 (Preview) - Full Experimental Alchemist 🧪

Grandmaster Hotel, Sparkling's Juice Bar Wednesday, 5:41pm  in the Afternoon

"Hehe!! I supposed that was one dance within the starlights!", Herb politely chuckled while watching the reel that Sparkling posted on his Instagraham Page (Cookie Instagram Page) that ended up getting a lot of views within the first few hours alone.

As promised, Vampire sent the video he recorded on his phone to Sparkling. With the blonde teen himself both posting it and also adding the red-haired teen as a collaborator of the aforementioned reel.

"Wow! And it's crazy that you and Rockstar chose to stop the crowd from betting on either of you!", Cherry Blossom pouted in disappointment, "You won that match yet…"

Sparkling served the usual drinks to the rest of his friends, ending with serving Cherry Blossom her usual Sakura Milkshake. He sighed before replying with, "Even if Rockstar won instead of me, we both had the same idea regardless of the outcome. That being that there shouldn't be any bets, and that in the end we chose to dance for fun and sincere enjoyment."

"That's one reasonable and truly humble answer, Sparkling. It's cruel to see that there's not many cookies who have just as logical of a mindset as you, Herb, Cream Puff, and most of the cookies here...", Cocoa Butter (Dark Choco) calmly joined in the conversation as he drew on his calligraphy sketchbook.

The dark-haired teen gave an oblivious Cherry Blossom one silent side eye, drawing a quick sketch of one cute blue bear jelly plushie. The one that Herb won for him earlier in the arcade, which is also sitting right in front of him on the table.

Mango showed one big warmhearted smile, giggling at the amount of fun his friends are having. At the moment he was writing down the remaining few things on his notes from his phone, listing down everything the Student Council needs to do for the Science Fair.

"That looks like a lot of work that you wrote down.", Cream Puff spoke, taking a small little peek on Mango's list and overall sets of notes, "Working hard as ever, I see! Hehe!"

The young Student Council President himself nodded, double checking if there's anything that he needs to add or remove. Smiling kindly with complete satisfaction and happiness, "Everything is written down, and assigned the required things for each of us to do. Each is given a couple of tasks that's best suited for the five of us, both as individuals and as a team!"

One thing led to more chain reactions within the Blooming Friend Group. Most of them involve Herb and Sparkling offering their help to Mango and Cream Puff. A couple of times would have Cocoa Butter give some ideas as well, and Cherry Blossom followed along every so often.

Vampire would join in at times, recommending what the Student Council can do to promote the event in the Lotte World Tower and even make the event more widespread but reasonably limited to those in Cookie Biscuit City for a less stressful but amazing day.

That's when another idea sparked up in Mango's mind, "Hey Vampire? You're the Leader of the Science Club right?"

"Of course, Mango!", Vampire kindly replied, "If you need more help for the Science Fair, you can come to me or any of the members."

"I actually was about to ask!", the upbeat blonde cheered at the easy-going redhead, "WellyouseeweareveryopentobothofferinghelpandalsoreceivinghelpfromeveryonebothcookiesandcreaturesalikesoifyouarefinewithisitokayifyouandtheScienceClubhelpusoutwiththeScienceFairnextweek?"

"Let's just say everyone has that "Chibi Awe Face", that originated from those iconic Cookie Run Kingdom Korean Videos!", Herb thought to himself (and you) the moment Mango spoke that fast.

It took at least a few or so seconds until everyone was able to process what Mango just said. Ironically he's still easy to understand despite talking in one breath at times due to excitement.

"Mango? Is it okay if you talk a little slower please?", Cream Puff asked, blushing in embarrassment for her fellow Student Council member and silly-sweet love.

Mango blushed in embarrassment as well, chuckling with the same embarrassed look but was reassuring nonetheless, "Heh heh! Sorry about that Cream Puff. I guess it was hard for you guys to understand when I spoke that fast."

Vampire shook his head with reassurance, "Well actually, we understood what you said Mango. But we also don't want you to say it all in one breath, for your safety."

"Ah!", Mango showed a "Chibi Awe Face" of his own, kindly understanding the situation and in full agreement, "I'll try my best to keep that in mind. Thanks for telling me, heh heh!"

Everyone had a nice fun laugh, simply enjoying the times they have with each other and just in general having a great amount of fun times.

Needless to say, the red-haired boy eventually responded to the slightly younger of the two blonde teens in the room, "From what you mentioned Mango, that sounds like a great idea! I'll make sure that-!"

*beep boop*

Vampire briefly jumped out of his seat the moment he felt a sudden buzzing sound in his pocket. Calming down almost in an instant though, before proceeding to pull his phone out. Getting a recent notification of someone sending him a text message.

He sat there for a couple of seconds reading the text he was sent, before giving one deep but calmly chill sigh, "Sorry guys. But my little sister wants me to help her with something urgent at home."

*SWOOSH!!!*

It was ironically followed by Vampire putting down his payment for his drink at the counter, before immediately dashing out of the Juice Bar like his life depended on it.

This raised a bunch of eyebrows for the rest of the Blooming Friend Group. Both confused and worried of what urgent thing Alchemist texted Vampire moments prior to him bolting out of the Juice Bar. Of course, Sparkling and Herb are the most concerned. But Cream Puff was even more concerned and even scared for Vampire, "Is it just me… Or did Vampire look like he was hiding how afraid he's currently feeling about that text message Alchemist sent to him…?"

[zetsub0n0n4nsensu]

Otaku Despair Club Arc 0:

These Losers Can't Seriously Be My Party In The Fantasy Isekai!

After being transported to a land of magic and monsters, do these zeros have what it takes to make it to the first layer intact? Or will they be crushed by the weight of their collective indifference before the cycle even begins? Friends and foes, down the spiral they'll go! Mind the river and don't forget your map, episode 0 of 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘊𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 is gonna be an adventure!

𖦹°.*𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴*.°𖦹

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[theshinylizard]

Hi, for the I wish you would write a fic where... after a particularly difficult battle for the troops and Obi-Wan, Cody and the 212th/Ghost Co. have finally made their way to the rec room to just collapse on the ground, sit against the walls or in cuddlepiles, in exhaustion. Obi-Wan limps in, hesitates for a moment, then climbs into Cody's lap and curls up against his chest. NSFW "we're alive" comfort sex. Codywan & Obi/Clones. Thanks 😊

So this is gonna get a full fic write up. I absolutely love this. But… here’s a little preview. Oh. And full warning there will be some angst and definitely some hurt comfort. And emotions… and my specialty… smut. Sweet sweet tender sexy smut

(Be warned, this was typed up on my phone so there are a lot of errors. This is definitely not a final draft or anything near it. This is essentially story word vomit)

Hmm. The vode have all learned to depend on each other and after that rough battle they stand in the hangar and Waxer and Boil share a meaningful look before they turn to the rest and nod at the door. Waxer starts taking off his armor along the way and everyone else starts too. Cody watches with longing and Obi-Wan nods at him and Cody goes to join, giving Obiean a lingering look before disappearing. Obi-WAN’s heart is in his throat. He’s aching to feel something. He goes to his quarters and opens the door. He stares at the empty, near sterile room. He needs more than this tonight. He isn’t even aware of his feet moving before he’s at one of the rec rooms. Pieces of Armor are scattered along the hall.

Cody, who was against the back wall, his amber eyes piercing Obiean, is wearing his under armor and some of his leg armor, like he couldn’t be bothered to remove it all. There are others around him but there’s still space in his lap.

Obiwans heart clenches at the sight of him. His feet feel like they’re frozen on the spot.

This is obviously a private moment and he considers turning back to his lonely quarters. He would never dare intrude on the men.

Cody gives a single curt nod and it breaks the dam. Obiwans feet move of their own volition. He strides towards Cody, his body trembling. His hands shake as he pulls off his robe and boots, tossing them aside like all the other discarded clothes.

[valyalyon]

Preview of Chromatic Residue

might delete later.

SEA has ended the Harvest Whispers era, which means we get to meet...

Arthur Marlowe aka Apollo!

Click above for the updated character introductions to learn more info on the new man. Below is a smut preview of 1 Chromatic Residue which will be out this weekend <3

CW: explicit language and descriptions of sex. MDNI.

Her eyes ran along all the paintings, getting lost in the Red Highway painting. She could hear the motorcycles, but they were so far away now, it had been so long since she had lived that life.

// new location unlocked ?!?

“You’d call me tense?” Ember asked, tilting her head slightly as she stared at him, “you’re staring at my breasts after meeting me only three times. You want something else from me.”

“I want so much from you I could explode,” he admitted, and the lights were orange, his skin was dazzling, but he kept painting.

// okayyy uhmm....

“Good,” he chuckled and leaned in, kissing her again with his tongue as his thrusts intensified, pushing harder against her cervix, “the only thing I want is for you to stay. Do nothing but be my muse.”

// no because he really thinks he's a God and he kinda isssss i hate ittttt :(((

“Be mine,” he repeated, his big hands wrapped around her little throat, putting pressure on her, “I need you, Ember. We’re twin flames, I know it. Let me take care of you, and let me paint you.”

With his loosened grip, she moaned out, “yes, I’ll be yours.”

// 1 Chromatic Residue OUT SOON!! Check out Arthur's character profile, head over to the SEA Master List AND read the last chapter of Harvest Whispers!

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

Working on a new Melissa/Theodora story, slightly spicy-but-wholesome, preview under the cut:

[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires ch 8 Preview

Pairing- yandere gojo x fem reader-explicit

It's coming back- est Oct 22nd- MDNI- so much yandere and breeding kink, Gojo fkn psycho 🤭❤️ -It's out - Chapter 8

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“I’m gonna make you a mommy tonight. Need you to stop taking that fucking pill, promise me?”

You gasp, then let out a muffled cry as he slams his lips, and flips you on your back, pressing your legs over his shoulders, shoving his cock deeper. You scream out, no coherent answer, as he pumps into you, and it’s not gentle, it’s sure, long strokes, that jerk your entire body under him. He’s caressing your ankles, the sides of your feet as he folds you further.

“Tell me, tell me you will. Have my baby. Stay here, stay here at our fucking home. Say it.” His words are batshit crazy, and you should be afraid, but you’re melting for him, as he’s got you completely folded into the mattress, and you’re gushing wetness around his thick length, eyes rolling back as you’re about to cum, pressure insane.

“S-Satoru… wh-what? I… ngh! Fuck!” You’re shattering, cumming so hard you’re a twitching mess under him, and he’s groaning as he feels you pulsing around him, his own pretty eyes rolling back.

“Fuck you feel so goddamn perfect. Say it, I need to fill you up, so good with me, will you be a good girl and say it?” He’s whispering, tickling the sensitive lobe of your ear, before running the tip of his tongue up it, and you’re gripping the soft blankets beneath you, fading in and out of consciousness at how good it feels, at the consuming storm that was Satoru Gojo.

“That’s… we… just talk? I…”

“Not just talk.” He laughs harshly, shaking his head as he now puts his heavy weight on you, as his abdomen tenses, and his cock thickens in your tight entrance, and he’s cupping your face with his huge hands, biting your lower lip and breathing heavy as he pumps in your soaking wet cunt. “Don’t take them anymore. Lemme knock you up, have you so big with me.”

“Fuck! Satoru…”

“No.” He slaps your cheek, and you whimper, as the sting knocks you even more senseless.

“Daddy.”

“Mmm, good girl. Say it, now. No birth control.” You’re fading out even more, as he’s pressing your thighs completely against your breasts, as you cannot breathe anything but his scent, as his sweat drips down and you taste it on your lips. And his gaze, stormy and insane, takes you over.

“Want your babies, want them.” You whisper, but he laughs, Mad Hatter grin on his gorgeous fucking face, leaning up now, easing your legs down to rest on his hips, your heels pressing into the strong muscles of his lower back. He presses a hand on your tummy, and feels himself inside you, grinning so wide.

“Feel me fucking up your guts, huh? Wait till you’re so full of me, wait till your tits get so big, dripping with milk. And you’re so round here, baby will be so big, what will your tiny fucking body do?” You’re blinking rapidly, struggling to focus, but he moves his hand and you see it, your tummy bulging, and you’re flushing, overheated, overwhelmed by him.

“You want that, T-Toru?” You manage to whisper, and he bites that lower lip, rolling his hips just so, tip dragging on your g spot, having you a writhing mess under him, nails digging into his sides, feeling his muscles tense.

“I want it so bad, fuck I wanna keep you pregnant, won’t even give you a goddamn break. Put cum in you anytime I want. You’ll let me, won’t you? Such a good girl for Daddy.”

Fuck he’s nuts.

Fuck you’re into it.

You nod then, and he smirks, his pretty pink lips turning up at the corner, as he shoves in so deep it’s bruising, and you scream loud, earning an even wider smirk, his eyes getting lidded. They’re so dilated you can only see the thin ring of that brilliant fucking blue, almost all black like some goddamn sex demon, but maybe that’s what Satoru Gojo was.

And you fucking love it.

“Need you to use your words, pretty little slut. Slut for me, pussy this wet for me, you only moan for me. Say it.” He’s desperate now, as his hands are holding you in place as he rocks his hips, pushing into you over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room, mixing with your gasps and whimpers. “Use that pretty mouth, or did I fuck you stupid?”

You can’t form a goddamn thought aside from how sore you are and how good that pain feels, mixing with the insane pleasure. Satoru’s cock is relentless, filling you so completely that you feel like you’re going to break, but you crave it, you crave his dominance, his possession of your body. You can feel yourself tightening around him, your muscles spasming as you chase the high of your orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me. So tight, so perfect. Tell me it, please. Please.” He whispers against your ear, leaning down as he pins you, not letting you move, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making you shiver.

“It’s too much! Satoru, too much!”

“Nah, you got it, like a perfect little slut. My slut. Aren’t you baby?” He leans up, hand squeezing your throat, smiling as he sees those tears of overstimulation, and you start floating, feeling like you’re on some other existence with him. “Can my poor baby not fucking speak?

“Mmm! I… y-yes. Yes!”

“Then say it, you’ll have my babies. Be my pretty little fucking stay at home mommy, yeah?” He’s pounding even deeper, and you feel any shreds of feminism you had left (They’ve been few and far between since you let this psycho fuck your brains literally out) fall away.

He’s insane.

Is it just sexy talk? Is it just a kink?

He yanks out and you whine at the emptiness, hands reaching out for him, as he leans up and scowls now. “You’re a bad girl. You won’t say the right thing. Should I punish you, not let you cum?”

“No! Please, please… don’t stop.” You beg, your voice trembling as you feel yourself craving him so badly inside. Satoru rubs his tip teasingly between your folds, chuckling then, his other hand bracing himself on the other side of your head, clinging into your hair, pulling just hard enough to prick tears in your eyes.

“Then be a good girl.” He whispers, cooing those words as he’s pressing just the tip in, and you’re pulsing around it, desperately trying to pull him closer, deeper. He glares then, eyes narrowing. “Gonna cum from my tip? Needy slut. Why not say it, say how good you’ll be.”

“I’ll have your babies, I told you Toru. Mmm!” He pushes in again, but he doesn’t move, as your wriggle under him helplessly. “Please, oh please, please…”

“And how are you gonna have my babies, on your stupid fucking pill huh?”

He’s brushing your hair back lovingly as he speaks harshly, as he talks insane shit, and your mind is muddled, as you’re so fucking pathetic for him. You gulp now, picturing it, picturing him trying to put a baby in you, picturing you pregnant with his baby, and it… fuck it does shit to you.

You’re even wetter, and he notices, with a smirk on his pretty face, as he squeezes your chin tightly, so goddamn possessive. “Toru…”

“Say it.”

“Fuck. I’ll throw em out.” He responds with a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls back and shoves in deep, and you’re crying out, head pressing back into those pillows of his, your hips rolling up for more.

“That’s my girl. Gonna let me knock your perfect pussy up?” He says then, and you nod eagerly, as he finally picks up the pace, driving into you like he’s trying to reach your soul, and he already goddamn has. “Good girl, you’re so good, gonna be such a good mommy, huh?”

“I will, I will. I want it, fuck. I wanna do it, put it in me.” You plead now, with watery eyes, your hands clinging to the top of his shoulder desperately, as he holds back just a bit, watching you fall apart. “Please, put one in me, a baby. Promise, will throw the pills out. Ah- fuck!” You scream out again, lost in the sensation of his pounding cock now, in the pain and pleasure that he brings.

I took a lil break bc I was finishing up fics first and started Silent Serenades! I hope you all will enjoy the ending few chaps of this one ❤️

[sortofanobsession]

Have a special Saturday preview to part of an unrequested sequel to a RoyJamie fic since you all have been so patient.

Roy was having probably the worst day of his life and all he can think about is Jamie's well being. Jamie's childhood hero didn't seem to care his own career is over. It dawns on Jamie that it's because Roy knew this was coming. They had seen it, well not this exactly, but they had known it was going to happen sooner rather than later. Roy knew what was going to happen by a certain date. Roy knew he'd have a place at Richmond still. Roy also knew that Jamie would fucking thrive at Richmond even without Roy on the team. He knew they would be alright and that they'd be together. And Jamie just wants to crawl on Roy's lap and stay there because fucking hell he adores this man.

"Nothing to do about it now," Jamie says.

"I can fucking kill him," Roy says.

"No you can't!" Keeley shouts from the hall. "So just shut up or tell him you love him and go the hell to bed!"

"Fuck off! This is my house!" Roy shouts back.

"Make me, I dare ya," Keeley challenges.

"Dont fucking tempt me, Jones!"

Jamie chuckles.

[not-theangelofmusic-sorry]

Upcoming OC fic - Description (as seen on Wattpad!!)

Current Title- Francine Garnier’s Guide to Hearts, Husbands and Healing.

Francine Garnier seems to have it all set out for her - she is breathtaking, kind, and on her way to fame. Married at sixteen, her family is concerned their daughter is in over her head. Though Francine is determined, fate tends to run a different path than what a photo album may portray. Shown through a variety of diary-like entries and short stories.

(( Phantom of the Opera OC Fiction ))

[a-land-lacking-sleep]

Making two stories for In Pursuit of Victory was great, and I can't wait for you all to read a story about two friends coming into new roles, and how those roles impact those around them.

Thank you so much to @battle-facility-zine for letting me write two great stories!

[toreii]

Episode 7: Ruler of the Abyss out December 19th!!

*This chapter is a feature-length story centered on the students of the Diasomnia dormitory. It will be distributed in a different way of dividing the number of stories than the previous chapters.

Synopsis:

After the turmoil on the Island of Woe has settled down, Night Raven College returns to its normal routine. At that time, the third-year students were gathered in the auditorium to receive an orientation for the next year's off-campus training.