#ugh I'll check that tomorrow

[dragoncarrion]

just made my puter's free storage go from 17 gigas to 90

[fayeandknight]

My 8.5 hour drive turned into 10 and now I'm cranky and out of sorts. 8 is not bad with a break halfway. 9 makes me antsy but 10 as a solo driver is where I start to really hit my limit.

Going to relax with a good book and my faithful companion and hopefully have a good day tomorrow at the seminar.

[running-in-the-dark]

still no internet, also I had a bit of a breakdown over our dishwasher today (the damn thing doesn't fit with the door that we've got, but we'll figure it out, and if not I'll just explode or whatever).

BUT. I started listening to The Thursday Murder Club yesterday because it was on my phone and I've listened to almost all the other audiobooks on there now, and oh my god? I love it so much. haven't been obsessed with a book in a long long time but this might do it lol

[girlbob-boypants]

I didn't get a lot done in Godot today but that's okay (lie)

[starsmuserainbow]

Love that bots do messages now. Like unwanted follows weren't annoying enough already. Ugh.

[tardis--dreams]

I left the house around 1 pm and returned around 3 pm, took a nice little nap and went to fill up my water bottle around 7 pm where unfortunately some girl walked past me and said hello, which i, unfortunately, met with "morning :)"

[altruistic-meme]

EVERYTHING IS MOVED. ITS LIKE 100F. IM SO TIRED. NEVER MOVING AGAIN ISTG.

[twenty-orange-balloons]

Okay, let me try and get this straightened out.

In order to get full clearance for the desert, I need to complete a quest.

In order to complete the quest, I need to stop wind from blowing by opening a book.

That book requires clearance I don't have.

In order to get more clearance, I need to complete the quest that I am currently on.

The quest that requires me to open a book to get the clearance I need in order to open the book.

Am I dumb? Did the game break? What is going on???

No walkthrough I look at mentions the book being locked.

I've completed all the quests that I needed to complete (I'm pretty sure) for the clearance needed for this quest. It never gave me any other quest/options for more clearance before this one???

So why isn't it working 😭

Update: I think I figured it out! Missed a puzzle it never mentioned to me 🙄

[buttercupshands]

Have a strong urge to mess with my internet connection further

But that'll fail sooo maybe just wait a bit and stream tomorrow instead

But I want to sketch now SO I WILL (I HOPE)

(also if you saw me say that it'll be on a Sunday - I forgot that I'll be back on Sunday immediately so all cool stuff (aka me trying to stream again but with *good* internet connection) is on Saturday instead AND that depends on the situation entirely)

[kairissihanei]

From Kairi,

With love🫶💙

When you pass the LOV on the way home and want to see your boyfriend, but are insecure about your clinging and not wanting to annoy him so you don't ; - ;.

[vanmarkus]

btw guys sorry if I don't reply to tags or something like that, it's literally because I'm not used to interacting with people on here 😭 I love you and I read all the tags and replies, but I just never know if people want to be talked to or they consider it done by that and I just don't wanna impose 🥲

[clawsdevour]

hold the phone

wc: 0.8k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, osamu x reader, smut, osamu's on call with atsumu but also in you, mating press, not proof read

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osamu's large smoldering hands push behind your knees down closer to your chest, as if flattening you into a pancake. a mating press compacted under his large throbbing figure that reeked of lust the more osamu's cock shoves itself in and back out of your sopping cunt that yearned for more.

heaving moans being exchanged amidst the heat and built-up sexual tension in the air while the squelching sounds of your fluids combining rapidly grew louder by the second amongst your damp skin slapping against each other.

however, just when you felt him poke at your g-spot, a buzzing sound that vibrated in the sheets glowed a white screen under the thin fabric.

bzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzz..!

coming to a quick halt, slowing his strokes to become gradual and sensational pace as his rippling torso reaches to your side to check who's calling at this ungodly hour.

"should i pick up? it's my brother atsumu, ugh what does he want?" he groaned in exhaustion, showing you atsumu's contact ringing in the palm of his hand.

"yeah but make it quick 'samu.." you cooed out, eyebrows furrowed as his throbbing cock continued to leisurely move in and out of your overstimulated slick folds.

"m'kay," osamu's husky deep voice trailed along with a slight smirk creasing on the right corner of his mouth, a finger in the middle of his lips subtly signifying you to be quiet.

pressing the receive button with his large thumb, then the speaker icon. osamu's bringing his cell closer to his ear, placing it in the crook of his neck supported by his broad shoulder.

"y'er on speaker," averting his eyes back onto the holy sight under his muscular stature, returning a hand back under your knee with the other drawing tiny circles on your pulsating slippery clit.

"'samu..!" you discreetly squeaked out when you felt his fiery imprints on you.

osamu's looking down on you with his droopy sinful eyes, the plastered smirk on his lips spreading to the ends of his face when he started to slowly click his hips with yours, your hands finding their way to your face to block out any noise that'd soon escape from your lips.

"did my package get to y'er address by any chance? it said it was delivered, but i ain't see it at all," hearing his twin on the other side of the call.

"mm.. it might've. i can check after i'm done with what i'm doin'," a chillingly calm response to suppress his grunting.

"aight, just let me know if it came. i'll head over tomorrow mornin' to pick it up," listening to atsumu sigh before a shuffling noise, thinking he's about to hang up.

"soo.. 'samu, how's ya girl been?" questioning his twin with a playful tone, almost taunting him.

it's like that question made osamu harder. just the bare thought alone of watching you get stuffed full of him whilst having a conversation on the side ignited something in him. it just made osamu want to tease you even more.

"goin'– ...great" osamu visibly grunts, hoping the audio caught onto atsumu's end, "she's with me right now actually.. d'ya wanna say hi to her?"

eyes widening in shock as your jaw dropped when you hear osamu suggest that you say hi. making out a 'sure!' from the other end of the line, osamu's releasing his grip on the back of your knee to bring his phone closer to your mouth.

"h-hey..! how you been atsumu..!" you breathed out, trying to steady your heart that raced out of your chest despite osamu's thrusts starting to increase in speed.

"what's good, is 'samu treating ya like royalty?" atsumu joked, replying with a simple, "mhm–!"

shit. you just accidentally let a moan slip by on speaker. looking up at your boyfriend in a blazing red shade, he's got the biggest grin on his face from how flustered you are before taking the phone back.

"sorry 'tsumu, we're in the middle of something. pick it up in the mornin', yeah?" immediately coming to a close to finish what he started.

tossing his phone back into the tangled crinkled sheets, he's going at you with full force making you yelp out loud from the sudden change in pace.

osamu's hot face peppers your pink complexion with his gentlest kisses like a reward. moving down to press sloppy wet hickeys on your neck while you whimpered in pleasure.

"so that's why y'all was acting weird.." atsumu loudly gasped despite being muffled in with the sheets.

osamu forgot to press the end call button.

masterlist here

[suiana]

(yandere! zombie x gn! survivor reader) (im such a youtube shorts kid bruh this idea came to me because of a video i watched)

did you know that zombies retain their habits from when they were humans?

well you sure as hell do now, because why is your annoying neighbour still following you around?? he's literally fucking rotting???

"shoo! go away!"

you hiss at him, shooting a rubber band at him before quickly climbing up a tree. phew, you wouldn't be bothered by him from here. it's been like this for a few days now, your undead neighbour following you around as you did your best to survive in this ruined world.

you never really liked him, your neighbour that is. he's always been that one weird guy that keeps annoying you ever since he moved in. constantly knocking on your door and asking to have meals together, to getting to and from work at the same times as you... you're so sure that he was stalking you. how could it ever be a coincidence that he just somehow knew when you were going out and coming back from work?

but now you wouldn't ever know and it's not like you wanted to know anyway. ignorance is bliss after all. oh! he's also very stubborn and it's quite apparent in his zombie form.

"bweh."

"go away!"

the zombie hits at the tree you were sitting down on as he looks up at you with what seemed to be puppydog eyes. you could only grimace at the sight before checking through your supplies. shit, you're running out of stuff.

"ugh... i'll need to scavenge for food-"

"guh!"

you raise an eyebrow at your undead admirer before humming. right, you suppose it isn't that bad that you have him around... he gives you stuff that's useful and scares away other mobs (you think he eats them if they get too close to you). you would've actually coddled him like a dog if he wasn't trying to get into your pants or kiss you every second.

"thanks."

you lean forward and snatch the bad of chips from his rotting hands before stuffing it into your bag. mn, you could probably have that for your lunch and dinner tomorrow.

"let's see... i need to find a good place to sleep tonight."

"bwa! buh beh!"

your zombie immediately starts scratching at the tree bark before jutting his lower lip. huh...

"no, i'm not sleeping in your apartment."

"gah!"

you think you're starting to understand zombie language because why are you holding full on conversations with him??

"don't give me that face. you know our apartment complex is riddled with zombies. i don't want to be turned."

"kh... gur! rh..."

"you think i'm trusting you? i swear i saw our old neighbour lurking around there and he was an olympic sprinter."

you shake your finger at the zombie before sighing softly. why did this apocalypse have to happen? things were going great for you before this. you just had a raise and you were so close to landing a date with your hot boss!

if you didn't know any better you'd have thought that your little zombie admirer was the one who kickstarted this zombie apocalypse because of his jealousy. what did he work as before he turned? a scientist?

"tn... jhn... ngh..."

"don't act all sassy with me right now. it's not like i want to sleep in your place to begin with. you'd probably lock me in there with you and i'd be trapped."

"bah!"

rolling your eyes at the sassy undead man, you rest against the trunk of the tree and shut your eyes. might as well get some rest before setting off again.

"i'm going to rest now. help me keep an eye out."

"kah kah. jah?"

"no, i won't kiss you. and no, i most certainly won't reward you with myself. you're rotting, damnit! how many times do i have to tell you that?"

"ui..."

what in the sassy zombie apocalypse have you gotten yourself into?

[icypopz]

coming over when they're drunk ♡

↬ request from anon ; Hiiii, may I please request the LADS boys getting really drunk, and they decided to come to her house late at night (they either live together or just came to her apartment). It can be only Zayne, tho.

↬ notes ; caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; hihi!! it's been like 7000 years since i last wrote but caleb's announcement has resurrected me!! this prompt was so fun and silly... anyways i hope you enjoy this!

↬ warning(s) ; all LIs are drunk, caleb antis dni, mc is described as shorter than all of them, sylus + zayne's are p suggestive

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ caleb ! ]

"caleb?" what are you doing here?" you gasp as you open the door and see his familiar figure leaning against the frame. he's so tall that he has to duck to enter your apartment, and he stumbles as he does, making you rush to support him. "y/n..." he mumbles, his voice deep and husky, and you feel your heartbeat speed up at the way he says your name, "missed you..." "tsk, you're so dumb," you scold, though your heated cheeks betray how flustered you really are, "going and getting drunk even though you know you can't handle alcohol?" "mmphhh..." he groans as you both somehow manage to land on the sofa, his head resting on your chest, "sorry." you roll your eyes affectionately, threading your hands through his hair, "it's fine, silly. you're going to be the one hungover tomorrow." he nuzzles further into your chest, making you squeak, "hey! caleb!" "just let me sleep here..." and just like that, he's out like a light, his head tucked perfectly in the crook of your neck even though he's so much taller than you. well, you've known him for so many years that being this close is fine, right? it's totally fine that your heart is racing at a million miles per hour from how your dear childhood friend is sleeping on you... right?

more content utc !

[ rafayel ! ]

"ugh, raf, get off!" you groan, trying (and failing) to shove the purple-haired artist off you. "you're too heavy!" "but miss bodyguard~" he whines, lifting his head from how he's draped all 183cm of himself onto you, arms wrapped tight around your shoulders as if daring you to leave. his cheeks are flushed red from the alcohol, crimson dusting his ears when he gazes at you, "you're so warm! and it's sooo cold! you don't want your precious rafayel to freeze, do you?" he pouts, jutting out his lower lip in a way that's deceivingly adorable, and it almost makes you fold. keyword: almost. "well, you don't want your precious miss hunter to get crushed, do you?" you retort, even though you press yourself further into his comforting embrace. "if it's with me, then it's fine," rafayel teases, "i'll take care of you even if you're a pancake." "you're so annoying," you huff, though there's no real anger in your tone as you tuck a strand of purple hair behind his ear. "i'll even get you the best maple syrup and everything!" "...go to sleep, rafayel."

[ sylus ! ]

"sylus?" the two of you are in his mansion in the n109 zone, and he's just returned from another protocore auction. you help him slip off his masquerade mask, though you know he doesn't need to conceal his identity in someplace like this where his name is fear-inducing enough. "are you okay?" your palm presses against his cheek and forehead, checking if he has a fever, "you seem a little flushed." his eyes flutter shut and he leans into your touch, exhaling slowly, "it's nothing... i might have drank too much earlier." his large hand envelops yours, and he opens his ruby eyes once more, fixing his intense gaze on your face, "you're making me want to do very bad things, kitten." "i haven't even done anything- ah!" you argue, but your sentence is cut off as he sweeps you into his arms, lifting you easily into a princess carry. "you talk too much," he teases as you half-heartedly punch his chest, "ugh, sylus!" "i can think of several better ways for you to use that mouth of yours," he smirks as he kicks open your bedroom door, "so let's put those pretty lips to good use, hm?"

[ xavier ! ]

it's two in the morning when you hear a thump on your balcony. arming yourself, you stalk forward slowly, only to see, "xavier?!" "ah. hello, y/n." he stands up shakily, only to lean sideways and fall into a chair. "i was trying to teleport back home... but i guess i ended up at your apartment instead." he looks at you with his irresistible puppy eyes, and you can already guess what he's going to say next. throwing your hands up in defeat, you sigh, "sure, you can stay over." but as he stands up once more, almost toppling over again, you raise an eyebrow, "xavier, are you drunk?" "...not really." he looks away, and you can see how his neck is flushed, "liar. come here, let me help you." as you help him balance with his arm around you and head back inside, xavier's familiar scent wraps around the two of you like a soothing hug. "do i get to share a bed with you?" his eyes light up when you push open the bedroom door, "yeah, i feel too bad making you sleep on the couch when you're like this." his other hand sneaks up underneath the back of your shirt, pressing against your bare skin and sending waves of heat through your body. a gasp slips past your lips, and when you look up at xavier, he merely smiles, "i guess it's a good thing that i ended up here tonight after all."

[ zayne ! ]

"hmm..." you pretend to look thoughtful, gaze roving over zayne's tall figure as he sits on your couch, "is the famous dr. zayne perhaps... drunk?!" your voice turns dramatic, "how scandalous!" zayne looks at you confusedly, dark eyes seeming even darker and rounder than usual like a pair of twin boba pearls, "...what?" "aw, zayne! you're so cute like this!" you gush, giggling and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. "my senses are not that impaired," he retorts, though his voice softens as he feels your familiar weight on his lap, "i am just... tipsy." "mhmm, whatever you say~" you tease, pressing a flurry of kisses along his neck. "d-don't do that..." he gasps, breath hitching as your lips drag over his pulse point, "i might not be able to hold myself back." "so don't." you lean back and tilt your head smugly, knowing that he's putty in your hands, "who said i wanted you to hold back anyway?" his eyes narrow behind his glasses, "don't say things you don't mean." "i mean it one hundred percent~" you smirk, leaning forward to steal his breath with another heated kiss. zayne's hands tighten their grip on your waist before he pins you underneath him, "whatever you say, y/n."

✧ thank you for reading ! if you have a request, feel free to send it in 🌠

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[whump-imagines]

Just a Sprain

Tim x reader

WC: 1200 ish

For @whumpcember walking on injuries

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You’d been sitting on the couch for two hours when you heard the front door unlock.

“Hey, babe,” you greet. “How do you feel about delivery for dinner? I'm thinking maybe pizza.”

“I thought you wanted to try that new recipe you–” he stopped as he rounded the couch and took you in. “What happened?”

You leaned forward and pulled the ice pack and towel off your very swollen ankle. “Ugh, I tripped off a curb like a total klutz and then I walked on it for four blocks.”

He sat, carefully avoiding your foot, then gently rubbed his hand up and down your calf. “Why didn't you call me? I would have come to get you.”

“Well it was after lunch with Sam when we were walking to the bar and I might have already been tipsy. So it didn't really hurt at the time,” you explained.

Tim chuckled. “Of course. Does it hurt now?”

You shook your head. “No. I took some ibuprofen when I got home and I've been icing it, too.”

He took the mostly melted ice pack and stood. “ER tonight or urgent care tomorrow?”

You looked up at him, confused. “For what? I'm sure it's a sprain.”

He pulls out his phone and starts typing before he explains. “That's a lot of swelling for a sprain. You're getting x-rays to make sure it's not broken.” His phone dings and he checks the screen. “Grace says you should get in pretty quick. We can grab fast food on the way.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Can we get Jack in the Box?”

“Whatever you want.” He stands from the couch and turns to lift you.

You swat at his hands. “I can walk. Or hobble slowly, anyway.”

He easily lifts you into his arms. “I think you walked on it too much already.”

“I bet you it's just a sprain.”

He smiles at you. “What do I get when you're wrong?”

“Um, a foot rub?” you suggested.

He set you in the passenger seat of his truck and started to pull out the seatbelt. “And what do you get?”

You took the buckle for him and latched it. “I got it, my arms still work. I get a dressed up dinner date.”

He chuckled and closed your door. He rounded the front and hopped into the drivers seat. “Dress shirt?”

You shook your head. “Three piece suit.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, deal.”

Ten minutes later, he was pulling into the drive-thru and ordering your dinner.

As soon as he pulled back into traffic, you pulled out sandwiches and fries. Arranging them carefully on the center armrest, you stuffed a few fries in your mouth. “This was a better idea than cooking.”

“Of course it was. You can't stand on that ankle.”

“Well, yeah. But that’s not what I meant. I wasn't really sold on that new recipe.”

While you sat in traffic on the way to the hospital, you both finished your food. Soon after, he pulled up to the emergency room entrance. He got out and rounded the truck, lifting you again and carrying you into the waiting room.

He walked up to the desk to check you in and returned a moment later with a clipboard. “You fill this out and I'm going to go park. I'll be right back.”

Shortly after he returned, you finished all the paperwork and he returned it to the check in desk. When he sat, you leaned your head on his shoulder. He kissed the crown of your head before resting his cheek against your head. Both of you pulled out your phones to pass the time.

As Grace had promised, you didn't have to wait long. It had only been about half an hour a nurse was calling you back.

“Can we grab a wheelchair?” Tim requested.

“Oh, of course. I'll be right back.” She disappeared around the corner and then pushed the chair over to you.

Tim helped you stand on your good leg and rotate to the wheelchair.

The nurse took you back to a room and Tim helped again with getting you situated on the bed. She quickly collected a set of vitals and left with a promise that a doctor would be in soon.

Grace came into the room a couple minutes later. “Hey, guys. How are you?”

“I'm fine,” you started. “I tripped over a curb earlier and Tim thinks it's broken. I think he's paranoid.”

“Alright, well let's take a look.” She looked at your foot and carefully examined it. Once she'd checked everything over she asked, “So you said you tripped on a curb? Going up or down?”

“Down,” you explained. “I wasn't paying attention and I was closer to it than I thought and I guess, technically, kind of rolled my ankle on the top and then my foot slid and I fell. But it really didn't hurt that much. Not even after I walked four more blocks to the bar.”

She hummed. “Well let's get an x-ray and see what we've got, okay?”

“Okay.”

“They'll come get you shortly and take you down to radiology.”

“Thanks, Grace,” Tim said. “Could we get an ice pack to put on it while we wait?”

“Already on it. The nurse will bring that in–” She was interrupted by the door swinging open to reveal the same nurse that'd brought you back. “Right now.” Grace laughed. “I'll be back as soon as I get those x-rays. Just call a nurse or text me if you need anything.”

A few minutes later, a guy came in pushing a wheelchair. “Evening, I'm Matt. I'll be your ride to x-ray.”

He and Tim helped you maneuver into the wheelchair. “I should have just stayed in the one I was in a minute ago.”

“You can wait here,” Matt told Tim. “You can't go into radiology. We'll be back in a few minutes.”

Soon you were back in the same room in the ER waiting for Grace to come tell you the results of the x-ray.

“Okay, so you do have a small hairline fracture,” Grace announced as she entered. She took the x-ray and slid it onto the light board. She traced a small dark line across the bone. “I'm pretty sure it is a stress fracture from walking on the sprain.”

“Ugh. So cast?” You ask.

“No. You'll get a boot for a few weeks and then a brace after that,” she explains. “Once the fracture heals, you'll likely need some physical therapy.”

She quickly got you set up with the boot and a referral to PT. Then she got you discharged and Tim walked you back to the truck.

Once he buckled his seat belt, he looked over at you. “So, I think you owe me a foot rub.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You win.”

“I'll hold off on cashing in until you're healed, deal?” He offers.

“Okay,” you agree.

He takes your hand in his. “How about some ice cream on the way home?”

“Yes, please!”

[soullvrs]

[ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ]

in which [name] decided to take a vacation in a small town to visit, but his car broke down for lack of gas and snow prevented him from continuing. He had to ask for help because there were no houses in the forest, until he found an isolated house with a light inside.

warnings ; drug usage, aphrodisiac usage, explicit behavior from the male!reader?,nsfw, handjob, amab/male!reader.

With his hands on the steering wheel of his car, [Name] checked the time on his phone to see if it was getting late or not. [Name] couldn't tell the time because of the current temperature as he drives. Since this morning, the sky had been covered in darkness, and the air was almost as icy as the North Pole. So far, the clouds had started to rain and then snow while he was driving.

It was a long drive of about 32 minutes, and [name] was getting a little bored of sitting in the same chair, so he decided to put on some music to break up the quiet atmosphere. [Name] put on his favorite playlist and sang almost every song that came on until he lost his voice. "The road is so long..." [Name] was worried about the length of the journey, he couldn't pick up the speed because he risked an accident due to the icy road.

Suddenly, his vehicle stopped in the middle of the road, [Name] was surprised and tried to restart several times, but to no avail, he looked at the dashboard to see the fuel level, and it was zero. [Name] sighed, "Why is this happening to me?” He opened the door and got out of the car, frustrated by his avoidable oversight.

[Name] walked to the back of his car and opened the trunk, and there was nothing, not even a tank of gas. "Ugh..." he closed the trunk angrily, disappointed in himself. "If I call a tow truck, I'll have to wait in the cold for hours..." [Name] sniffed and got half of his body into the car, taking his car key and locking the door. He locked his car with the key. "Now I have to get help." [Name] wasn't warm enough, so he had to hurry up.

What an idea to leave without refueling. Worst of all, the car stopped in a forest with no houses. He walked into the woods, hoping to see a house, even though the chances were slim. As he walked, he began to lose sight of his car and went deeper into the forest, which he thought was quite dense. As he looked around, he began to lose hope until he spotted a house that was lit up, and without a doubt, he began to run toward it. When he finally reached the door, [Name] knocked on it. He waited in the cold for a few minutes before someone opened the door.

"Oh, uhm, hello ! I have a quick question: do you have any gas?" The man shook his head and said no, he didn't have any at the moment. "Ugh...shit." [Name] sighed. But the man interrupted him. "If you want, you can stay with me, and tomorrow we'll call a tow truck." His voice was captivating and reassuring. "Oh, um, okay, if you don't mind staying with me..." [Name] whispered with a rosy blush in his slightly embarrassed cheeks. The man let him in and smiled as he closed the door.

The inside of the house was so warm and pleasant, the first room was the living room, well decorated with carpets and paintings and several sofas and a cabinet with books and records. The fireplace in this living room was lit, warming his body.

"It took me a while to decorate and make it look clean, I’m glad that I can see you like it” The man smiled at him. In his opinion, he was so gorgeous, how could anyone hide his beauty in a pumped-up hole like this one ? The man's mauve hair matched his bright yellow eyes. His hair was long and looked soft and silky, stopping just above his shoulders. The man was wearing a white wool sweater that probably kept him warm, with a black baggy pant that really suited him well.

"Would you like some coffee or tea, you look like you caught a cold when you were out in the cold." [Name] was surprised, was he assuming he was sick, at the moment he didn't feel sick, maybe he was afraid of him getting sick which is so sweet from him, and it seemed more logical.

"Ah, I'd like some tea if you don't mind, but let's see how you're doing," the tall man turned back to him, almost heading for the kitchen before calling out to him. "Mikah, my name is Mikah, and your name is [Name] isn't it?" [Name]‘s heart sank to his feet, and went to a silent, how did he know his first name?

"Well, I'll go and make you some tea," he went into the kitchen, leaving [Name] in the living room, the man suddenly feeling uncomfortable with what he had just stated. He grabbed his forearm and squeezed his arm tightly, maybe he was hearing voices and going crazy from the cold? He looked for excuses not to change the mood between them, so there would be no awkward moments. Slowly breath out, as [Name] walked over to the table next to the living room and sat down on a chair to wait for his tea.

Mikah returned with two cups, one of coffee and one of tea. [Name] grinned nervously as he saw him coming, thinking back to the line he'd used a few minutes before. But he tried to motivate himself by smacking himself in the face with his thoughts.

The boy with the long hair put the cup of tea on the table in front of [Name] and sat down next to him, still with a sly smile on his lips. "You should drink it before it gets cold, tea is better hot than cold." [Name] smiled in return, his cheeks turning a little pink at his kindness, maybe he was wrong about him, but he was still a stranger, he shouldn't let his guard down.

Taking the handle of the cup, [Name] brought the bowl to his lips and blew on the tea before it touched his tongue. The tea was sweet, just like he liked it, but it had a strong smell, but he decided to ignore it.

When he finished the glass, his stomach hurt so suddenly, his heart began to beat strongly, making his chest ache. He felt tingling all over his body, his breathing becoming more and more intense and rapid because of all the sensations that were stimulating him enormously. His face grew hotter and hotter, and his blood rushed to his cheeks, turning them red.

What had he put in his tea, he should have known about his kindness and what he'd said before coming back. He turned his head and saw the man had stopped smiling and was holding an open sachet. [Name] squinted and read "aphrodisiac", his heart stopped for a second, so this is it?

[Name] closed his eyes, trying to control himself, trying to keep his modesty, but the man put his hand on his thigh and rubbed it next to his crotch. Mikah's mouth came close to his ear and whispered softly. "It's a shame you don't remember me, because this time you won't be able to escape me." He had been so desperate that if [Name] didn't even remember him, his only question was why.

Overwhelmed by his urges, he began to shed a tear. He tried to speak, but his tears flowed freely and would not let him speak. "What are you trying to say, honey?" He continued to caress his thigh, but he slightly moved closer to his hands to his already erect crotch. "Please make it stop" The effect of the drug was getting stronger and stronger, making him feel even hornier than before. While he was whining, Mikah unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and shorts, exposing his member.

Before he took his cock, he spit on his palm for a silky smooth handjob, as grabbed his cock, touching it lightly with his fingertips. He teased it slightly by playing with the tips of his cock, which was leaking pre-cum. He gradually increased the friction and strength of his hands holding his dick firmly. [Name]’s moans became more and more slutty and lewd, he rolled back his eyes at the warmth of his body and at all that was happening now, overwhelming him. The male groaned, as he felt his eyelids grew heavier as the minutes passed by, he slowly closed his eyes without understanding he was going unconscious after overheating.