#you are literally 7 and a half pounds

[tpwkmadeline]

sometimes i think an evil creature tried to come back to life but messed up and accidentally picked my 7 pound maltese because there is absolutely no reason for a dog named muffin to be acting like that.

8 times out of 10 she’s the sweetest little cuddle bug ever but god forbid you even touch her on a bad day.

[sparklingblu]

Eroverse

Pt.7 - Trial & Error

ft. Julie, Natty, Haneul and Chaewon

You’ve never owned a pet before.

But it’s not a bad experience at all.

Especially if your pet’s an immortal goddess who’s addicted to your cock.

It has become a somewhat normal occurrence to wake up to Chaewon choking herself on your morning wood, serving herself breakfast even before you have woken up.

It’s not a pretty sight. Not at all. A goddess who has once treated men like pests has been reduced to nothing but a cock hungry slut, all her resentments and fury replaced by lust. If the old Artemis could see what she have become, she would have committed suicide on the spot (yeah, she’s immortal, alright. just me exaggerating). But it’s too late now. You don’t know what becomes of her hunters but the mark has rewritten Chaewon’s entire personality. 

And talking about the mark, you haven’t had the chance to use it again since your encounter with Aphrodite. You’re not sure how long it has been. It’s difficult to tell the time here. Especially with the storm shrouding everything in darkness.

It seems to be raging on even more since you have regained consciousness. Rain pounds steadily against the glass walls, thunder growling low like an ancient beast. The lightning, when it strikes, is bright enough to momentarily bleach the whole room white.

The world beyond isn’t stable either. At least the world you are allowed to see. One moment, you’re staring at a familiar New York skyline, neon lights shimmering beneath the rain. Then, in a blink, you are staring at the Eiffel Tower. Another, and you would see the Colosseum. You know the properties of the building to choose what it shows to its occupants, but it has never shifted this quickly before.

On the other hand, Eros remains calm. Almost too calm.

He hasn’t assigned another task for you yet, though you’re not sure if that’s a good thing. He’s unusually quiet. If anything, he’s been…patient. Watching. Waiting.

What he’s waiting for, you have no idea as usual. So, you decide to make the most out of this strange, uneasy peace - no matter how short it lasts.

A literal god can’t afford wi-fi in his place so using the phone is out of the question. The TV is, as usual, useless. Eros hasn’t changed his mind about setting every channel to play either romantic comedies, sappy dramas or dating shows. It’s as if the entire entertainment industry is curated by Aphrodite herself. You would last at most five minutes before shutting off the TV with a groan.

Kazuha has no interest in entertaining you either. You guess she’s somewhat affected by the death of her fellow angels, but it’s not an easy job to see through her cold, indifferent mask. She brushes off your attempts to make conversation, instead resorting to staring at the shifting landscapes amidst the storm, like it’s her favourite thing to do.

Luckily, you have a pet goddess.

A pet who’s so eager to grab your attention through your favourite spot - your cock.

So, it’s not really a surprise when you wake up once again, with your cock blocking Chaewon’s airways. She’s so busy attending to your morning(or night) hardness that she doesn’t even notice you stir. She keeps bobbing her head, devouring your cock like it’s her favourite lollipop.

“Chaewon” you call, trying to alert her of your awakening. She looks up at you through half lidded eyes, mouth still full of your cock. She mutters a muffled ‘morning’ and instantly goes back to sucking you off.

“Chaewon” you call again, this time a bit louder. She stops blowing you and meets your eyes, though she still has no plan to take your dickout of her mouth. So she waits there, eyes expectant and mouth full of cock.

You tangle a fist in her hair, pulling her lips off your cock. It comes off easily with strings of drool stretching in the path. Chaewon stays with her mouth gaping, like she can’t wait to swallow your dick again.

“Eager, aren’t you?” you ask, still holding her hair firm. It surely burns her scalp, but it’s nothing compared to what she has done to you before getting brainwashed into a cock depraved slut. Perhaps, she doesn't remember. But the fact remains true.

“Yes, master…” she mutters, voice hoarse from god knows how long she has been deepthroating your shaft. “Chaewon can’t help herself. Chaewon misses master’s cock so much and…”

That earns a slap across her face. “You lying bitch. It hasn’t even been a day since I fuck a load into your cunt, and you miss it, already? God, you really love cocks, don’t you?”

“No, master. Chaewon only love master’s cock. Chaewon can’t live without master’s cock. Chaewon needs it in all her holes everyday” 

You laugh, almost like a madman. Is this what they call karma? One moment, you dread men. The next, your life source has become a cock.

“You are such a slut” you say, rubbing your drenched cock across her face, smearing it in her own saliva. She doesn’t complain, letting you violate her like the toy she is. Who knows a goddess can look even more pretty painted with her own drool?

“Yes, master. Chaewon is master’s slut. And Chaewon wants to make master feel good. Chaewon is a good slut”

The way she repeats her name reminds you of the house elf from Harry Potter. What’s his name again? Dobby? This one does cleaning too, just in different places. 

“I can’t deny that. But you do have to prove it, don’t you?” 

At your question, Chaewon wriggles her raised ass like an eager dog. She has stayed bare so far, and you are not complaining. Not with how easy it is to just squeeze a handful of her ass or bend her over a surface and fuck a load into her whenever you feel like it.

“Yes, master. Chaewon will prove to master how slutty she can be. So please..” she tries to go to town on your cock again but you tighten the grip on her hair, causing her to pull back.

“Listen, you little slut. I’m your master, got it? You don’t do anything without my permission” 

“Get- get it, master” she whimpers, flinching at the pain in her scalp. You almost feel sympathetic. But then, you remember Artemis hasn’t shown you any sympathy. Why would you show it to her?

“Good” you muse. “Now stays just like that and open wide when I fuck your slutty mouth, got it?” 

Chaewon nods feverishly, though it’s hard with how hard you are gripping her head. She opens her mouth anyway, lolling out her tongue like a pet asking for food. And you will feed her very soon. A really hard, really big pet food.

“Open wide” you warn and shove your thick cocks past her lips, groaning as her hot wet mouth envelopes you. She gags and sputters as you force your way in, not caring about her discomfort. All it matters is your pleasure, you need to use her like a cheap fucktoy. 

You start thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each buck of your hips. Lightning flashes and thunder strikes again, but it can’t be as loud as the steady glug glug glug echoing the room as you use Chaewon’s throat like a fleshlight. Streams of saliva drip from the corner of her lips and stain the bed sheet, but it doesn’t really matter. You have found out long ago that the thing cleans and folds itself. Though you doubt it would like having blowjob drool on its sheets.

“See, Artemis? That’s what happens when you talk too much. You get a cock shoved into your mouth” you say, effectively showing her how right you are.

You stop fucking her face for a while, just to make an act of slapping your cock on her tongue multiple times before you shove it back into her warm wet heat. Things have become really messy now, tears flow in a steady stream and mix with the drool, turning her face into a filthy mess of bodily fluids. 

But she plays her part of the slut perfectly. Not complaining at all as you continue to use her throat for your own pleasure. You press your tip to the inside of her cheek, making it bulge before doing the same thing to the other side of her face. It makes her look even more like a slut, if that’s possible.

“Fuck, this mouth does more than taunt and complain. You should have sucked cocks since the beginning. Then, your pretty mouth wouldn’t have gone to waste for millennia”

Does she understand you? You doubt it. Even if she does, her brain is full of nothing but cocks by now. She would have gladly agreed.

You let your eyes wonder and drink in the sight of her magnificent ass. She still has it up in the air, as if beckoning another cock or two to fill her holes. You know she’s more than capable of using that round, juicy ass to her advantage. You have watched enough ‘Smart’ fancams to see the proof. It’s the kind of ass  that begs to be grabbed, spanked and fucked hard. You can already imagine those plump cheeks jiggling as you rail her from behind.

But for now, her mouth would have to suffice. You set a brutal pace, slamming into her throat over and over. Your heavy balls slapping against her chin with every thrust, your shaft stretching her jaw wide. She continues to make obscene gurgling noises, spit and drool dribbling down her chin as you wreck her mouth.

“Fuck, your throat feels so good,” you grunt, picking up speed. “Such a perfect little cockwarmer. This is all you are good for, aren’t you?”

You reach down to grope her tits, squeezing and twisting her erect nipples as you continue to rail her mouth. She moans around your cock, sending delicious vibrations through you. You know you wouldn’t last long, not with such a tight, wet heat wrapped around you.

You pull your cock from Chaewon’s mouth at the last moment, a string of saliva connecting your swollen tips to her bruised lips. She looks at you with bleary, lust-filled eyes, panting heavily as she waits for your command. 

“Beg for it,” you growl, fisting your shaft. “Beg me to paint that pretty face with my cum”

Chaewon obediently parts her lips, tongue extending and ready to catch your load. “Please master,” she whimpers. “Please cum on Chaewon’s face. Chaewon need it, Chaewon needs her face covered in master’s hot seed”

Her vulgar words send a thrill through you, your balls tightening with impending release. With a grunt, you aim your cock at her face and stroke faster, relishing the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Then, you are coming, long ropes of thick, pearly cum erupting from your cock and splattering across Chaewon’s eager face. You pump load after load, painting her from forehead to chin, watching as your seed drips down her flushed cheeks.

She moans with delight, eyes fluttering closed as you coated her in your essence. When you are finally spent, she’s the perfect picture of a cock drunk slut, marked as your property by the mess on her face.

Chaewon opens her mouth, letting a thick glob of cum drip onto her extended tongue. She swirls it around, savoring the taste before swallowing it down with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you, master” she purrs, scooping up some of the cum from her cheeks and sucking it off her fingers. “Chaewon will always be your personal cumdump. Please use Chaewon whenever you want” 

And that’s how your mornings go lately. 

🖤 🖤 🖤

Your peace comes to an abrupt, violent end.

And at the worst moment.

You have Chaewon pinned against the wall, her wrists trapped above her head in one of your hands. With the other, you keep a tight grip on her waist, slamming your cock into her soaking cunt rapidly. 

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight” you grunt, leaning down to bite at her neck. “Always wet and ready for me, aren’t you? Begging to be filled and used like a sextoy”

Chaewon moans, pressing her ass back against you desperately. “Please master, Chaewon needs your big cock. Need it inside me, stretching me out. Please use Chaewon like the slut she is”

Her vulgar words resonate around the room, serving only to get you even more riled up. And that’s saying a lot, with how throbbing hard you are already. 

And that ass. That ass that sways and jiggles and bounces with each thrust. If Chaewon’s whorish face - rolled up eyes and lolling tongue - isn’t enough, the sight of her tight ass is an additional luxury.

“Fill me up, Master. Fill Chaewon with your load. Knock me up with your seed” Chaewon continues to beg, lost in the pain and pleasure of your cock. She may be an immortal goddess but at this moment, it won’t be so hard to believe she needs your cum to survive.

You can feel the approaching finale, your cock throbbing with anticipation. Just a few more thrusts, maybe even fewer and you will grant Chaewon her wish - a nice, big, hot load.

Then, the door opens with a deafening slam.

“Well well look what we have here”

You forget about cumming.

Eros stands in the doorway, one hand still on the handle, the other stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. His golden hair is an absolute mess, his shirt crumpled, like he has just rolled out of bed. He studies you with a flicker of amusement in his eyes, like it’s his favorite form of entertainment to break into rooms when people are having sex.

“There’s something called ‘knocking’, you know”

Eros shrugs his shoulders.

“And ruin the fun? No way. And it’s not like you would have heard me with how loud your little ‘pet’ is begging for your cock”

Before you know it, a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You have never meant your activity with Chaewon to be made public but it’s not like you have been secretive either. You have hoped the walls were thick enough to drown out the sound. Seems like it wasn’t the case.

“Look. I-”

Your attempt to reason fails miserably. What does one say when their boss walks in on them having sex? ‘Sorry’? ‘Let me empty my balls first and then we’ll talk’? And the fact that you are still balls deep inside Chaewon makes it even worse. 

Eros makes an exaggerated expression of rolling his eyes. “Finish this up and then come to the living room”

And just like that, he’s gone.

The orgasm is not at all satisfactory. You are too busy pondering what Eros has in store for you this time as you pump Chaewon full of your load. At least the slut gets what she wants in the end.

You hastily change into a sweatshirt and khakis, ignoring Cahewon’s pleas to fill her ass next, pocket your phone and exit the room.

As you step into the circular hall, the first thing you notice is the statue. Eros - marble wings spread wide, that signature smirk carved into his face. The hunters had sliced it clean in half but now, it has been restored to its full glory. Not a single crack remains. If anything, it looks even more smug, as if taunting you personally.

You snort and keep walking, footsteps echoing against the marble floor as you move down the corridor leading to the living room. 

As soon as you step inside, they are already there.

Eros and Kazuha.

Kazuha leans against the pastel-pink kitchen island, arms crossed over her tank top and watching you with that unreadable expression of hers. Meanwhile, Eros is seated on the couch, tossing a lollipop between his fingers like it’s a dagger.

Behind them, the glass walls reveal a cityscape that looks ancient - stone structures, towering columns, remnants of an empire long gone. You don’t recognize it, but the storm still rages on outside, thunder crackling through the sky like a war drum.

Something tells you that whatever comes next is not going to be good.

Eros glances up, pops the lollipop into his mouth and grins.

“Finally! Our guest of honor!” He spreads his arms like he’s welcoming a long lost friend, his grin widening around the lollipop in his mouth. Thunder rumbles, casting flickering shadows against the glass walls, but he doesn’t seem concerned.

Eros gestures to the brand new couch across from him, one that definitely wasn’t there before. It’s upholstered in plush, wine-red velvet, looking way too luxurious for your taste. You half-expect it to swallow you whole once you sit down.

Still, you take a seat.

“So,” you say, stretching your legs. “What’s the occasion?”

Eros leans forward, golden eyes glinting. “I’ve got a quest for you”

Of course he does.

You don’t bother responding. Instead, you let your head fall back against the couch, staring at the ceiling like it holds the patience you no longer have.

Eros grins. “Oh, come on. Don’t look so dead inside. You are gonna love this one”

That gets a laugh out of you. “That’s what you said last time. And I end up dying”

Eros waves a hand. “Details”

You let out a sigh. “Just tell me what you want”

Eros stretches out on the couch like a cat and flashes you his iconic grin that usually precedes horrible news.

“Tell me, Michael,” he says, popping his chin up with one hand. “Do you know Wonder Woman?”

You stare at him, oblivious to why the god is asking if you know a comic book character. “...Yeah?”

He spreads his hands, as if presenting you with a grand mystery. “And what is she?”

You frown. “A superhero?”

“Yes, yes. The one in the skimpy outfit. But what is she?”

You narrow your eyes. “A woman?”

He lets out an exaggerated groan and flops onto his back like he’s personally offended by your answer. “Michael, Michael, Michael. Yes, technically, but you are missing the essence of the question”

Kazuha, who has been silently enduring this nonsense with the patience of someone who has clearly had enough, finally chimes in. “Just tell him already”

Eros shoots her a scandalized look. “Kaz, please. Do you know how dull life would be if we all just gave answers immediately?”

She glares. “Do you know how much less annoying you’d be?”

“Harsh” Eros comments, before turning back to you. “Come on, Michael, give me another guess”

You sigh heavily. “A goddess?”

He clicks his tongue. “Colder”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “A warrior?”

He gives you a so-so gesture. “Warmer, but still missing the key element”

Kazuha rubs her temples. “Eros.”

“Fine, fine.” He sits up properly, stretching his arms overhead before finally, mercifully, giving you the answer. His golden eyes gleam as he smirks. 

“She’s an Amazon”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “The company?”

Kazuha looks like she wants to strangle you. Eros slumps his shoulders so dramatically you’d think you just told him Santa Claus isn’t real. 

“Kazuha, you are gonna have to sit him down and teach him the basics one of these days,” he mutters. “This is getting painful.”

Kazuha lets out a slow breath like she’s mentally preparing herself for this. “Amazons, Michael. And no, this has nothing to do with Jeff Bezos. They’re a race of warrior women. Fierce, highly skilled in combat, and they don’t take kindly to men”

You blink. “So they’re just another version of the Hunters?”

Kazuha shakes her head. “Not at all. The Hunters of Artemis swear off men entirely. Well….though you kinda ruin that. The Amazons don’t hate men - they just don’t see them as equals. To them, men are tools, something to be used and then cast aside”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sounds like fun.”

“Oh and that’s not everything,” Kazuha continues, a slight chuckle in her voice. She’s enjoying this way too much. “They are the daughters of Ares, the god of war. That means they’re not just some regular warriors - they’ve got divine blood in their veins. Strong, fast, nearly impossible to beat in a fight”

“Wonderful,” you remark. “Let me guess. I have to try to fuck them so that I can grow even more powerful and help Eros impress his mom”

“Well, that’s your job. And you are very good at it” Eros says. If that’s supposed to make you feel better, it doesn’t. “Plus, it’s not the only task at hand��

Another task apart from trying to get into the pants(or armor, whatever) of deadly female warriors? This is just wonderful. 

Eros leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I want you to steal the Belt of Hippolyta”

You blink. “The what?”

“The Belt of Hippolyta. A divine artifact once gifted by Ares to the Amazons’ greatest queen. It increases the strength of its wearer tenfold”

You rub your face. “First, Hades’ helmet, now, this. You sure you don’t need me just to smuggle goldy artifacts?”

Eros grins. “A thief with a charm is just a gentleman rogue”

You pause, frowning. Last time, you barely managed to steal the Helm of Darkness before the servants of the underworld came crashing in. Even then, you have to struggle with a single goddess - Persephone, before she gave in. This time, it’s a whole army of women you have to deal with and you are pretty sure their weapons won’t be vegan-friendly like Persephone. You are starting to hate this job.

“Ok. How exactly am I supposed to steal something like that under the nose of women who will probably try to kill me? Walk up and ask nicely?”

Eros ignores your sarcasm. “Come on, Michael. After all those adventures, you, of all people, must surely know that I always have a plan”

‘Plans that push you closer to the brink of death each time,’ you think. But you keep your mouth shut.

“So, here’s the deal,” Eros starts, biting down on the lollipop with a loud crunch. “The Amazons have this little event every year - big tournament, lots of fighting, lots of blood, real Spartan stuff. A test of strength and skill. And the grand final is always overseen by Ares, who happens to be my dad. 

‘Whose wife I happened to rail,’ you think again. But Eros doesn’t need to know that. 

“And,” Eros continues, his grin widening. “Ares is a little busy at the moment.” He gestures at the storm raging outside. “You know, with everything going on”  He winks. You scoff. “So, being the generous and ever-helpful god that I am, I offered to go in his place”

You stare at him. “And he just let you?”

“Of course,” Eros says, feigning offence. “Why wouldn’t he? I’m a god. I’ve got credentials”

“Like you didn’t use charmspeak on him,” interrupts Kazuha.

Eros shrugs, clearly pleased with himself. “A little push in the right direction. Nothing serious. Besides, the Amazons don’t question it. As long as they get to watch people wrestle, they don’t care which god oversees them”

“So, that’s it?” you ask. “I’m supposed to sneak in and grab this belt or whatever while they are too busy with the tournament?”

Eros chuckles, shaking his head. “If only it were that simple,” he flips the remaining plastic stick of the lollipop, making it vanish.”See, the Belt of Hippolyta isn’t just some fancy accessory you can snatch off a dresser. It can’t be stolen, at least not directly. It can only be given away - willingly - by the Queen herself”

Of course, it’s not supposed to be easy. Those tasks never really are. You groan. “Oh, come on”

“Yep,” Eors pops the ‘p’ smugly.

“So I have to convince an Amazon Queen - one of the deadliest warriors to ever walk the earth - to hand over her most prized possession?”  You scoff. “Right. I’ll just ask really nicely. Maybe throw in some chocolates”

Eros flicks his wrist and a golden pocket watch appears between his fingers. He clicks it open, eyes scanning the time before snapping it shut. “Anyway, I’ll explain the plan later. We’ve got somewhere to be”

You frown. “Wait, what?”

Eros grins. “It’s almost time”

Your frown deepens. “Time for what?”

“The tournament, of course.” He tosses the pocket watch over his shoulder like it’s trash and stretches his arms. “And we’ll need to make an entrance”

You blink. “Wait - hold on - we’re going now?”

“Well, yeah.” Eros gestures vaguely. “I figured we could ease into it but since someone’s too occupied trying out his new pet-”

“Oh, screw you”

“Too late for that darling.” Eros claps his hands. “Point is, we are going undercover. It would be suspicious for me to bring a mortal. So you, my friend, will be posing as one of my angels”

You stare at him. Not the craziest thing you’ve heard but still, you are baffled. “And how do I pose as an angel?”

“Easy enough,” Eros shrugs. “Keep your head down and don’t talk much. Just look at Kazuha”

That earns a glare from her but Eros either doesn’t see it or care.

“Come on. We’ve got places to be”

🖤 🖤 🖤

Eros leads the way back into the circular hall, his boots clicking against the marble. The massive statue of himself is still standing smugly at the centre, looking like it’s laughing at you. You are starting to suspect Eros rebuilt it just to mess with you.

He stops in front of one of the many doors lining the wall - this one looks ancient, dark mahogany with strange swirling symbols carved in its surface. 

You eye it warily. “Where exactly are we going?”

“Themyscira,” Kazuha answers before Eros can drag it out with another dramatic monologue. 

“Themuh-what now?”

“Themyscira,” she repeats, arms crossed. “The island of the Amazons. Hidden from the mortal world, ruled by Queen Hippolyta. It’s been their home for thousand of years”

You blink. “And we’re just walking in?”

Eros smirks. “With style”

Yeah. You are definitely going to die.

Eros pushes open the door with ease, its strange symbols glowing faintly as it creaks. A blinding light spills through the gap, washing over the room like a wave, and without waiting, Eros steps forward, disappearing into the light. You follow, hesitant, but Kazuha gives you a reassuring nod.

As you cross the threshold, the air shifts. Gone is the artificial luxury of Eros’s penthouse - now the sun beats down on your skin, the scent of salt and wildflowers filling your lungs. Before you stretch an island of gleaming white marble, lush green hills, and endless blue ocean. Towering statues of warrior women line the cobbled streets, and in the distance, a grand palace rises above the city, its golden banners catching the wind. The sound of clashing swords and fierce battle cries echoes all around.

You barely have time to take it all in before movement catches your eye.

A group of warrior women, all dressed in tank tops, jeans and sturdy boots strides toward you. They all hold edgy expressions, like they are expecting something bad to happen.

The woman leading them, taller than the rest, seems awfully familiar to you. But it doesn’t take long for you to realize why.

It’s Haneul.

From Kiss of Life.

With the same sharp jawline, the same piercing gaze, the same presence that demands attention.

At this point, seeing divine beings take on the forms of idols should be normal. It’s happened too many times already. And yet, you are mesmerized. 

Haneul sweeps her eyes over your group, then settles her gaze on Eros. “We’ve been expecting you,” she says, voice steady. “Ares has given you his blessings. But don’t think that means you can do whatever you want”

Eros grins, the picture of innocence. “Me? Never”

Haneul nods towards the distant city. “It’s nearly time. Follow me”

You walk after her, along the stone path that leads into the heart of the city. The place is a strange blend of the ancient and the modern - marble columns rise between sleek, contemporary buildings, the glass reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. Women pass by, dressed in almost similar ways to Haneul. Some carry swords at their hips, others have pistols strapped to their thighs. 

Ahead, the city opens up into a vast coliseum, its stone arches weathered yet imposing. Even from here, you can hear the roar of the gathered crowd, a mix of anticipation and bloodlust thick in the air.

“This way.” Haneul leads you up a flight of stone steps, weaving through the gathered Amazons until you reach a reserved section at the very top of the coliseum’s seating. From here, you have a perfect view of the massive arena below.

The arena itself is a circular pit of sand and stone, gleaming gold under the sunlight. The towering walls are adorned with ancient carvings of the amazons in different battle poses. 

Women fill the stands, some standing with their arms crossed, others leaning forward in anticipation. The energy is electric, the air thick with the scent of sweat and dust. 

You and Kazuha take the seats on either side of Eros. Haneul studies you three like a new species of pest . “Wait for me after the tournament,” she says before leaving to join her fellow Amazons.

“Whatever,” Eros grumbles. “It’s about to begin.”

Suddenly, a voice booms across the arena, amplified by unseen means. All the Amazons fall silent at its emergence.

“Sisters, the time has come! The final battle of this year’s tournament is upon us!”

A deafening cheer erupts from the crowd, fists pounding and boots stomping against stone.

The voice continues, “And today, we welcome a guest of honor in place of our great god Ares. The one who embodies passion and war in his own way - Eros, the god of love!”

Not much applause follows the announcement. Nevertheless, that stupid grin is back on Eros’s face, looking every bit as smug as you’d expect. You can already tell he’s enjoying this far too much.

“Now, let’s welcome our champions!” the voice calls, and the crowd explodes into cheers once more.

“First, the challenger - Natty, the Bronze Tempest!”

You watch a figure step into the arena, and your breath hitches.

Natty.

Another idol. Another member of Kiss of Life. Seems like the Amazons are big fans.

She strides forward with confidence, her body bare save for the simple loincloth tied around her waist. Her skin gleams under the sun, polished like bronze, and you realize why she’s called ‘The Bronze Tempest’. 

Your eyes are automatically drawn to her tits - round, full and shining with sweat. Not to mention her half-exposed ass under that little bit of clothing she’s in. You are getting too distracted. 

The Amazons pound their fists against their chests, chanting her name. If they keep this up, you are turning deaf very soon. 

Eros leans in and whispers. “See? I told you you are gonna love this one”

You don’t answer. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the sight before you. And desperately trying not to get hard and failing.

“And now, the reigning champion, our queen - Julie, the invisible!”

The crowd roars even louder this time. You shift in your seat, already knowing what to expect but still taken aback when you see her.

Julie.

Yet another idol. Yet another face that belongs on a stage, not in an ancient battleground. But here she is, striding into the arena with the same effortless confidence as Natty.

Like her challenger, she wears nothing but a simple loincloth - tits out and ass flashed. Muscles coil and flex with each step, her body honed to perfection. Her hair flows behind her like a lion’s mane, framing sharp, battle-hardened features.

The Amazons chant her name, voices reverberating like thunder. She lifts a single hand in acknowledgement before her gaze locked onto Natty with a predator’s focus.

You glance at Eros, who looks far too entertained by all of this. 

“So, do they always fight half-naked, or is this just a special occasion?” you mutter.

Eros smirks. “Would you rather they wore full plate armor?”

You roll your eyes but say nothing, attention back to the arena where the two contestants now stand. The match is about to begin.

“Let the final battle commence!”

The announcer commences and for the millionth time, the crowd cheers. You start considering shutting your ears. 

But Natty and Julie have started circling each other, muscles taut like coiled springs, eyes locked and unblinking. Neither rushes in blindly. Every step is calculated. The air between them hums with tension. 

Then, like a flash of lightning, Natty strikes first.

She closes the distance in an instant, her fist cutting through the air with brutal precision. A blow meant to end things quickly.

But Julie is faster.

The Amazon queen tilts her body just enough for the attack to skim past her, letting momentum carry Natty forward. 

The crowd roars at the display, but neither woman acknowledges it. Their focus is solely on each other.

You exhale. “Alright, that’s pretty cool”

Eros eyes glint with amusement. “Oh, we’re just getting started”

Natty doesn’t let up. She strikes again - then again - then again. Each blow is faster than the last, her movements a blur of raw power and precision. She’s relentless, a storm given form, her fists cutting through the air like bolts of lightning.

But Julie remains true to her title - invisible. 

She shifts effortlessly, her body weaving through the attacks like water flowing around jagged rocks. A slight pivot, a step back, a turn - each motion calm and calculated. Her eyes remain unwavered on Natty, reading her moves before she has executed them.

The crowd watches in stunned silence, captivated by the contrast. Natty, all fury and speed and Julie, an immovable force, unbothered, untouchable.

You lean forward, growing impatient. “Is she gonna dodge forever?”

Eros chuckles beside you. “Patience, my dear. The queen knows what she’s doing”

Natty lunges forward, her fist aiming straight for Julie’s ribs. It looks just like her last attacks - predictable, easy to dodge. And Julie moves accordingly, twisting her body to the side to evade.

But it’s a trick.

At the last second, Natty shifts her weight  pivoting on her foot, and drives her other fist straight into Julie’s stomach. The impact is solid, the sound of knuckles against flesh echoing through the arena.

Julie exhales sharply, her body jolting from the force. It’s the first real hit of the match. The crowd erupts, Amazons roaring in excitement at the shift in momentum.

Eros smirks. “Oh? She got her”

You glance at him. “You sound impressed”

“Of course. It’s not everyday someone lands a hit on the queen”

In the arena, Julie doesn’t stumble. She doesn’t fall. Instead, she straightens, rolling her shoulders. Then, finally, she smirks.

Natty tenses, realizing too late - Julie let her land that hit.

Before Natty can even process what has just happened, Julie moves.

It’s like a switch has flipped. One second, she’s composed and steady. The next, she’s a blur. Her fists fly, striking from every angle - left, right, center - so fast that Natty barely has time to register them, let alone dodge.

A punch crashes into her ribs. Another glances off her shoulder. Then a sharp one lands square against her jaw, snapping her head to the side. The crowd erupts again, but this time, the cheer feels heavier, almost reverent.

Natty stumbles, her feet skidding slightly against the ground as she scrambles to recover. But Julie isn’t done. She presses forward, her movements relentless, every strike perfectly placed, precise. There’s no wasted motion, no hesitation. It’s overwhelming.

Eros lets out a low whistle. “And that’s why she’s the queen.”

Natty grits her teeth, forcing herself to steady her stance. She knows the gap between them is widening, yet she refuses to back down. She lunges forward, trading blows with Julie, but each strike is growing slower and weaker. 

‘That was Julie’s plan’ you think. ‘Try to exhaust the opponent first before striking.’

And it works perfectly.

In a split second, Julie sidesteps Natty’s next desperate strike and sweeps her leg out from under her. Before Natty can react, Julie is already there, catching her throat in the tight grip of her arm.

The crowd roars as Natty struggles, her body twisting in a last attempt to break free. But Julie’s hold is ironclad, not allowing a single breath enter Natty’s lungs. 

Natty claws at Julie’s arm but that just makes Julie tighten her grip farther. Natty starts growing limp. The match is all but decided.

For a moment, it seems like Natty would fight to the bitter end - but then, with a sharp inhale, she slaps Julie’s arm twice in surrender. 

The arena falls silent for a heartbeat before the voice booms across the space. 

“The challenger has yielded! The queen reigns supreme!”

A deafening cheer erupts from the gathered Amazons, their voices blending into a victorious roar. Julie releases Natty, letting her drop to her knees before stepping back with an air of effortless dominance. She raises her arms, basking in the glory of yet another victory.

Suddenly, the crowd cheers start to rise into chants. You have no idea what it means but it sounds something like - “Diaper!?”

Kazuha, noticing your confusion, turns toward you with her usual stone cold expression. “It’s diapernó,” she explains. “Greek for ‘penetrate’”

“And it’s the best part of this whole tournament,” Eros chimes in, eyes fixated on the arena with mad glee.

Before you can ask what he means, another Amazon steps into the arena, carrying a ceremonial plaque. Your gaze locks onto what’s placed atop: a golden object, gleaming in the harsh light. At first, you can’t place it. But as she lifts it higher, you can’t deny the unmistakable shape.

A golden dildo.

The crowd erupts in loud chants, their excitement growing as the object is presented. The Amazon hands it to Julie with a bow, who grabs it with a smirk.

With a single movement, she gets rid of the loincloth, revealing her whole body in its full glory. You don’t even bother hiding your boner now. 

For a moment, she studies Natty, bruised and broken, cowering at her feet. Then she straps on the dildo. 

Once again, the crowd erupts.

“It’s not just an ordinary dildo,” Eros cries above the roars. “It’s enchanted to behave like a real male sex organ. The wearer feels like she has a real dick”

Will the surprise ever end?

In the arena, Julie pushed the stap-on dildo into Natty’s pussy, who’s on all fours now and bare. To your surprise, a loud moan echoes through the arena.

“Oh, they amplify the moans too,” Eros smirks. “Lucky mf Ares. Watching this every year”

Natty continues to moan loudly as Julie rails her, the sand shifting beneath them with each powerful thrust. “Oh god!” she moans, arching her back to take more of the dildo inside her. All her exhaustion and pain seems to be gone now, replaced by pure pleasure.

Julie grips Natty’s ass tightly, pounding into her with a strength that equally matches the one in combat. “Fucking slut,” shs snarls, spanking Natty’s ass hard. “Thinking you can beat me”

You have a hard time (no, not that ‘hard’ time) believing that these women  were at each other’s throat just a while ago. Now, all their vigour have been poured into this one on one fuck session.

It’s like they have never been opponents at all.

Natty cries out in ecstasy as Julie hits deeper into her with the dildo. “Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” she pleads, pushing her ass back to meet each thrust. 

Julie obliges, slamming into Natty with brutal force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the coliseum. Natty’s ass jiggles with each brutal thrust of Julie’s, the sand clinging to their sweaty skin. Somehow, it’s really hot.

“Fuck yeah, take that cock,” Julie growls, spanking Natty’s ass hard. “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Natty moans, quivering with pleasure. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Julie pounds away, her expression determined. She reaches around and rubs Natty’s clit hard, sending her over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Natty came hard, letting out a guttural scream that washes over the coliseum. Julie keeps fucking her through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure, until she’s a quivering, filthy mess of cum and sweat. 

The Amazons explode with applause, some wearing dazed, blissful expressions on their faces. For a race who despises men, they do enjoy manly pleasures.

You think Julie’s done. Apparently she’s not.

As Natty comes down from her high, Julie pulls out of her pussy and slaps her ass hard. “Wake up, slut,” she commands, giving Natty’s ass another sharp spank. “We’re not done yet”

Natty groans, the sand grinding against her skin as she rolls over onto her back. She looks up at Julie with bleary eyes, her body still shaking from the intense orgasm. 

Julie grabs Natty’s ankles and pushes her legs up and apart, exposing her tight asshole. “Time for the next hole,” she growls, pressing the tip of her strap-on against Natty’s puckered hole.

Natty tenses, realization washing over her. “Wait, not there,” she pleads, trying to squirm away. “I’ve never-”

But Julie isn’t listening. With one brutal thrust, she shoves the dildo into Natty’s ass, splitting her open. “Fuck yeah, take it!” she cries, slamming into Natty’s ass hard.

Natty cries out in pain and pleasure, eyes rolling back as Julie pounds into her. Her tits bounce with each thrust, putting on quite a show. 

Julie grips Natty’s waist, fucking her ass with wild abandon. The sand flies around them as she slams into Natty’s body, grunting with each brutal thrust.

Meanwhile, Julie reaches down with her free hand, sliding two fingers into Natty’s wet folds.

“You like this slut, don’t you? Having both your holes filled and fucked,” Julie growls, pumping her digits in and out of Natty’s cunt while she pounds her ass.

Natty moans loudly, her body writhing from the intense double penetration. Julie’s fingers curl inside her, stroking her g-spot as the dildo stretches her ass.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” Natty cries out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. It’s too much, I-”

But the queen of the Amazons show no mercy, fucking her harder. Juice spills each time she thrust her fingers, betraying Natty’s arousal.

“Fucking cum for me again, you little slut,” Julie commands, rubbing Natty’s clit hard with her thumb. “Cum on my fingers while I fuck your ass”

Once again, Natty cums. But this time, a fountain of juice squirts out of her hole, drenching Julie and earning another roar from the crowd.

“How many times is she gonna make her cum?” you ask, glancing at Eros who seems too absorbed in the show.

“What?” He turns, looking dazed and dreamy. “Oh! It’s gonna be ending soon. Look”

Down below, Julie yanks Natty up by her hair, forcing her to kneel in front of her.

“Time to put that slutty mouth to work,” Julie sneers, slapping the strap-on against Natty’s cheek. “Open up and show me what a good little cocksucker you are”

Natty whimpers, but obediently opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue to receive the dildo. Julie shoves it in roughly, pushing past Natty’s lips and lodging it deep in her throat.

“Take that cock, you slut!” Julie growls, gripping Natty’s hair and face-fucking her hard. 

Natty gags and sputters around the thick dildo, tears streaming down her face. But she doesn’t resist, letting Julie use her mouth like a fucktoy.

Julie buries herself in Natty’s throat, pressing her nose against her crotch as the girl struggles to breath. “You love choking on this cock, don’t you, slut?” Julie taunts. “God, you are such a slut”

Julie pulls out of Natty’s mouth, the golden dildo drenched and shiny in the sun. And then, she begins stroking it, the tip aimed at Natty’s whorish face.

“Open wide, slut,” Julie orders. “Get ready to bath in your queen’s cum”

Natty obediently opens her mouth, tongue lolling as she obediently waits to be painted in Julie’s load. 

Of all the strangeness you have encountered today, this one might be the strangest yet. The dildo pulses in Julie’s hand and with a final squeeze, it erupts, sending thick ropes of cum splattering across Natty’s face and body. Natty closes her eyes, the warm liquid coating her skin.

Julie laughs as she seals her victory against Natty, who kneels covered in cum. “Fucking pathetic,” she sneers, giving Natty’s hair a final tug before letting her go. “Take her away”

At the queen’s command, a group of Amazons strides into the arena. They move like well-oiled machines, wearing stony expressions as they lift Natty, who’s still panting like a bitch, to her feet and guide her away. She lets herself be carried away. You doubt she has the energy to resist

Julie stands tall in the center of the arena, her strap-on dildo still hard and gleaming in the sun. She takes one last sweeping look at the crowd, then dips her head low in a slow, regal bow before turning on her heel and exiting through the opposite archway. 

At that moment, the unseen voice emerges once again. “That concludes this year’s tournament! Let us celebrate the strength of our sisters and the honor of our queen. 

For the final time, the crowd erupts in cheers and applause, the colosseum vibrating as their feet stomp the stone. You, on the other hand, are still frozen in place, staring at the now-empty arena in a dreamlike trance.

Because, honestly? You’ve seen some weird stuff since falling into Eros’s mess. But this? This was something else entirely.

“Well, that was fun,” Eros says, a satisfied grin on his face.

You aren’t sure what part he finds entertaining - the brutal beatdown, the dramatic chanting or the part where Julie turns Natty into a complete slut - but you aren’t about to ask.

Instead, you just exhale, still trying to process everything. The Amazons were nothing like you expected For one, they weren’t running around in bronze skirts and wielding spears. For another, they seem very committed to their traditions. Maybe a little too committed.

Kazuha, who doesn’t seem a tad bit mesmerized by the whole thing, turns to Eros. “So? What now?”

He dusts off his shirt like he has just finished a casual brunch instead of witnessing the strangest event. “Now,” he says cheerfully. “we go meet the queen.”

You blink. “Wait. Just like that?”

Eros claps you on the back. “What, you think I’d throw you into a lion’s den without at least saying hi first? Come on.”

“But I thought Haneul tells us to-”

But Ero is already leading the way out of the arena, weaving through the crowd of Amazons, who are still cheering and exchanging bets on the fight. As you walk further, you are given a deeper glimpse into the city’s architecture - sleek marble streets, white stone buildings and towering statues. The place is ancient yet modern at the same time, like Themyscira has an unlimited budget for historical preservation and urban development.

At the heart of it all stands the palace - a grand structure curved into the side of a cliff, overlooking the sea. It’s massive, its pillars stretching up so high they practically scrape the sky, banners of deep crimson and gold hanging from the balconies.

Just as you are mentally preparing yourself  for whatever nonsense Eros is about to pull, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“You were supposed to wait for me!” 

You turn to see Haneul storming toward you, her followers right on her heels. Her earlier composed expression has been twisted into a frustrated, furious glare, her arms crossed over her chest like a disappointed teacher catching a student sneaking out of class.

Eros, of course, looks completely unbothered. He just tilts his head, offering his usual smirk. “Oh? Were we?”

Haneul’s eye twitch. “Yes. You were. We are responsible for escorting you, and instead, you took it upon yourself to march straight to the Queen’s palace without permission.”

Kazuha lets out the quietest sigh, like she has expected this from the very beginning. You, on the other hand, are impressed that Eros has managed to annoy people this quickly.

Eros gives a nonchalant shrug. “Well, you found us, didn’t you? No harm done.”

“No harm-” Haneul inhales deeply, probably resisting the urge to strangle him. Instead, she turns on her heels. “Follow me. Properly this time.”

With that, she leads the way up the steps into the palace, her warriors flanking your group like a very fashionable prison escort. The inside is just as impressive as the exterior - gleaming marble floors, gold and silver sconces lining the walls, giant braziers casting flickering light across the high ceiling. More statues of the Amazons stand in neat rows along the corridor, their carved gazes watching you with every step.

You walk in silence until you reach a set of massive doors adorned with intricate carvings of warriors in battle. Haneul pushes them open and steps aside.

“Wait here,” she says, her tone making it very clear that you don’t have a choice in the matter. 

Then, without another word, she and her warriors disappear beyond another hallway, leaving you alone in the throne room. 

You exhale. 

“Anyone else feeling like a prisoner right now?” you mutter.

Eros just grins. “Relax. We’re guests.”

Yeah. Sure.

With nothing else to do, you let your eyes wander around the throne room. It’s grand - because of course, it is - but in a way that’s more imposing than decorative. The walls are lined with banners depicting various Amazon victories, the fabric deep crimson with gold embroidery. Towering columns stretch up to a domed ceiling, where an enormous mural displays a battle scene so intense it looks like the figures might leap right off the plaster. 

But the real centerpiece is the throne itself.

It sits atop a white marble platform, carved from dark stone that shimmer faintly under the torchlight. The armrests are shaped like roaring lion heads, their jaws open as if ready to bite. The backrest is tall and slightly curved and embedded in the very center of it is a large, gleaming ruby - the kind of thing that screams touch me and die.

Yeah. No pressure at all.

Just then, Julie strides into the room, now dressed in a more formal attire - flowing crimson robe fastened at her shoulders with golden clasps. Her hair, still damp from the battle, is slicked back and somehow, she looks even more intimidating this way. Behind her, Haneul follows in that sharp suit of hers and somehow, against all odds - Natty is back on her feet, dressed in something similar. There’s no sign of the bruises and exhaustion she should have sustained after getting thrown around like a ragdoll and fucked senseless. Either Amazon healing is on another level, or she just wants to look unfazed.

Julie ascends the platform and lowers herself onto the throne, one leg draped casually over the other. She doesn’t say a word, just rests her chin on her knuckles and looks at Eros expectantly, like well?

Eros, of course, steps forward with his usual effortless grace. “Your majesty,” he purrs, pressing a hand to his chest in an exaggerated bow. “I must say, witnessing the tournament firsthand was a privilege beyond measure. A true display of strength and honor. The stories hardly do your Amazons justice.”

Julie raises an eyebrow. She does not look flattered. If anything, she looks about five seconds away from throwing something at him.

“You’re a replacement, Eros,” she says flatly. “Not Ares.”

The words hung in the air, blunt and dismissive. Haneul and Natty stand motionless on either sides of the throne, their gazes unreadable, but you’re pretty sure Natty’s trying not to smirk.

Eros remains unfazed. He tilts his head, a knowing smile curling at the corner of his lips. “A harsh way to put it,” he muses. “but accurate. And yet, here I am, standing in his place. Doesn’t thay make me just as important?”

Julie exhales sharply, leaning back against her throne. “Cut to the point.”

Eros chuckles. “Straight to business - I admire that.” He steps forward, gesturing dramatically. “I come bearing gifts.”

Julie doesn’t react. She just stares at him, waiting.

You start to feel the realization sinking in. Whatever Eros is about to say, you just know you are not gonna like it.

There’s a beat of silence before Eros gestures grandly in your direction and declares, “I present you a most precious gift - one that will ensure the prosperity of the Amazons for generations to come.”

You blink. Wait.

Eros smiles. “Behold my offering: an angel!”

You whip your head toward him so fast you nearly get whiplash. “I’m sorry - what?”

Julie raises an eyebrow, finally looking mildly intrigued. “An angel?

“Indeed.” Eros nods, clearly pleased with himself. “Not only is he a capable warrior, but with his divine lineage, any offspring would be stronger, faster - even immortal”

Julie examines you like she’s considering a new warhorse. “And he’s aware of the risks?”

Eros places a hand over his heart, all mock sincerity. “Oh, absolutely. He understands the sacrifice and has chosen to offer himself willingly for the noble cause of Amazonian strength.”

You stare at him. Stare at him so hard you hope your eyes burn a hole through his skull.

Julie tilts her head, unimpressed. “He doesn’t look very willing.”

“Ah,” Eros waves a hand, “he’s just overwhelmed by the honor. If I can just have a word with him…”

He grabs both you and Kazuha by the shoulders and pulls you into a corner of the throne room, just out of earshot.

You rub your temples. “Let me guess. You want me to act like I’m totally on board with being served up on a golden platter?”

Eros sighs like he’s dealing with a difficult child. “Michael, at least pretend you knew all about this. You are making me look bad.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going to offer me as an Amazon breeding stock!” You keep your voice low, but it takes everything in you not to start strangling him.

Kazuha crosses her arms, ever the voice of reason. “The Amazons need men to reproduce. But once the deed is done they kill them.”

You freeze. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah,” Kazuha nods. “That’s how they’ve survived for centuries. They keep their bloodline strong and their society untouched by outside influence.” 

You whirl back to Eros. “You’re handing me over to get murdered?”

Eros rolls his eyes. “Ugh, obviously not.” Then his lips curve into a knowing smirk. “That’s what the mark is for.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. The mark.” You say, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible. Just one of the many situations Eros has put you into a situation that has zero chance of survival with the same excuse - ‘Hey! You have the mark! Use it to get yourself out! And don’t forget my order for a godly artifact!’

“Use the mark to overwhelm her. Make her your bitch. You know the drill by now,” Eros continues. “Then  ask for the belt. Like you did to Persephone.”

You stare at him, then at Kazuha, then back at him. “You’re insane.”

Eros grins, taking the insult like a compliment. “Why, thank you.”

You sigh, rubbing your face. “Okay, let’s say I actually managed to succeed and get the belt. How am I supposed to get out of here? Just walk out of the front door like, ‘Oh hey, thanks for the hospitality. Let me just grab your most prized possession and I’ll be on my way’?”

Eros’s grin doesn't falter. “That, my dear Michael, is where the Ero app comes in. When it’s time, I’ll send you a little extraction method through your phone. So keep it close.”

You stare at him, feeling the last of your sanity slips away. “I hate you so much.”

“I know”

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You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the ornate walls of the room they left you in. The flickering torchlight casts long shadows across the carved stone, the faint scent of burning oil filling the air. 

Eros and Kazuha were gone. Back to the comfort of their little penthouse. How fair.

Your hands grip the sheets, clammy with sweat. You trust the mark of Asmodeus. It’s saved you before, pulled you out of countless near-death situations. But right now, sitting alone in this dimly lit chamber in the heart of an island full of warriors who could probably snap you in half like a toothpick, you feel something gnawing at you, clawing up at your throat like bile.

Panic. 

You swallow hard, running a hand through your hair. The plan - if you could even call it that - was insane. Risky. Just plain stupid. The norm. 

Your phone sits on the bedside table, Ero’s stupidly named ‘Ero App’ presumably waiting for some kind of signal. You eye it like it might suddenly spring to life and tell you this was all just a joke. 

It doesn’t.

You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily. Okay. Just keep it together.

Before you can even attempt to calm yourself down, the door creaks open. You jerk upright, heart pounding as Haneul steps inside. She studies you for a moment, as if checking how high your panic meter is. 

“Come with me,” she says simply.

You blink. “Uh…what?”

She tilts her head, clearly unimpressed. “You heard me.”

You hesitate. Weren’t they supposed to —? Isn’t this where it’s supposed to happen? You don’t exactly want to go through with it, but you were kind of bracing yourself for…whatever nightmare Eros had just thrown you into.

Haneul sighs, as if she can read your mind. “It’s a special occasion,” she says.

Your stomach knots. That doesn’t sound good. “Special how?”

She doesn’t answer, just gestures for you to follow. You grab your phone off the bedside table, clutching it like a lifeline, and trail behind her out the door.

The walk is long, twisting through endless tone corridors. The deeper you go, the quieter everything feels. The only sound is the echo of your footsteps and the occasional flicker of torchlight along the walls. 

Finally, Haneul stops before a rounded stone archway. She pushes open the door with a single touch and leads you inside.

The room is circular, carved of volcanic rock, which gives the room an eerie atmosphere. The air is cooler here, almost reverent. Above, there’s a perfect circular hole in the ceiling, like an open eye to the sky. Moonlight streams through it in silvery beams, bathing the room in a dim glow. You shudder, reminded of the similar setup in Artemis’s verse.

A strange scent lingers in the air - herbs? Incense? It’s faint but oddly calming, like something meant to dull your senses. 

You swallow hard, glancing at Haneul. “So….are you gonna tell me what this special occasion is?”

“You talk too much for an angel,” Haneul says, crossing her arms. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Then she leaves.

‘Angel my ass’ you think. You seriously need to start considering giving Eros a taste of his own medicine. This is getting out of hand.

Your eyes wonder about the chamber, considering a million ways this special occasion could go. If this place is where they perform the Holy Amazon breeding ritual or whatever, it doesn’t look so comfy. With all the hard surfaces, it would be a pain to roll around. 

“Welcome,” The sudden greeting startles you. You blink, searching for the source. But it’s no easy task when half of the room is pitch black.

But you don't have to search for long. Because the speaker makes herself known. 

From a dark corner of the room emerges Julie, like she has been molded into one with the darkness and has decided to separate for a moment.

“Look how surprised he is,” says another voice and you whirl around just in time to find Natty emerging from another corner. 

This isn’t on the plan. Two Amazons? You are not prepared for this

But that’s not the worst part yet because another voice comes from right across the room.

“Thought he only has to deal with Julie. Poor boy.”

And the darkness breaks apart to reveal Haneul, smirking at your obliviousness. 

You didn’t sign up for this. Not one. Not two. But three Amazons? They should just skip to the part where they kill you. 

As the three women step fully into the moonlight, you are made aware of their outfit choice. Their bodies were bare, not a piece of clothing present. Every inch of their skin glistens under the silvery beams of light and you realize, they have oiled up. Your eyes roam over their naked forms, taking in every curve and cervice. Their tits are full and perky, nipples hard in the cool night air. Their hips are wide, asses firm and round. In normal circumstances, all those sparkling tits and asses would have gotten you an instant boner. But now, you are too busy thinking of a way to survive to care.

“Strip,” Julie commands, snapping you back to attention. “We want to see what we are working with.”

You hesitate only a moment before complying. It’s not like you have any other choice. You get out of your clothes, putting them in a neat pile. And most importantly, you shove your phone under. It’s the only way of escaping. Better keep it safe.

Their eyes drop to your crotch, widening in surprise. “Well well,” Natty remarks, licking her lips. “I didn’t know angels could be so big.”

Julie nods in agreement, her gaze still fixed on your hardening cock. “Mmm, a shame we have to kill him after. But better enjoy some real cock while I get the chance.”

Haneul grins mischievously. “Then what are we waiting for girls? Let’s put this boy to work.”

She gestures to the chamber’s floor. “Lie down, stud. On your back.”

You are not a big fan of back pain but you obediently lower yourself to the ground. The cool stone sends a shiver through you but it's surprisingly soft to touch. At least that’s a win.

The three women surround you, the moonlight caressing their oiled-up skin and making them look like goddesses descended from heaven.

Julie and Natty exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, without warning Natty straddles your face, her massive ass engulfing your vision.

“Mhmm, smell that,” she purrs, grinding her cheeks against your nose and mouth. “That’s the scent of a real woman, bitch boy.”

You can’t breathe, can barely think as he soft flesh smothers you. All you can do is inhale the musky aroma of her most intimate parts, feel the slick oil coating your face.

Meanwhile, Julie and Haneul turn their attention to your cock. They kneel on either side of you, their heads dipping down towards your groin.

You feel a hot breath against your shaft, then a wet tongue lapping at the base. “Fuck, he’s huge,” Julie gasps, her voice muffled by your flesh. “It has been so long since I have tasted a proper cock. The last one was limp as hell. And he cries like a bitch when I put that sword through his chest.”

You don’t know if you should be proud or terrified. Maybe both. But it’s hard to think with Natty’s ass blocking your airways.

Julie takes you into her mouth, sucking hard as Haneul joins her. They take turns swallowing your cock, working in tandem, slurping and licking at your cock like it’s the tastiest treat they’ve ever had.

Your hips buck involuntarily, pleasure coursing through your veins. But there’s no escape - Natty just grinds harder against your face, locking you in place.

Left with no choice, you start licking, running your tongue along the slick folds of Natty’s pussy. She tastes musky, a bit salty from the oil, but underlying that is a sweetness that makes your head spin.

“That’s it, bitch boy,” Natty groans, crushing your face with the whole weight of her ass. “Eat that cunt like you mean it. Get me nice and wet.”

You do as she commands, delving deeper with your tongue, probing her uncharted depths. She’s hot and tight, her walls clenching around you as you lap at her juices.

Meanwhile, Julie and Haneul are working overtime on your cock. They suck you off in harmony, their lips stretched around your girth. They spit on your shaft, jacking you off with hands sticky from saliva and oil.

“He doesn’t even fit in both of my hands. This is what I call huge,” Julie says as she works your cock with both fists wrapped around your length. Haneul makes sure to spit and drool to make the movement slicker. 

“I know, right? He would feel so good stretching me out,” Haneul agrees as she takes control of your cock back from Julie, pumping you with both hands just like her queen. But her hands are smaller, which gives Julie the chance to suck the tip while she works the base.

The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. Your balls tighten, your cock throbbing with need. You’re so close to the edge, teetering on the brink of release.

But just as you’re about to explode, Julie and Haneul pull away. They grin down at you, your cock bobbing obscenely between their chins, dripping with their saliva.

“Not yet, stud,” Julie purrs. “That was just a warm up.”

With a wicked grin, Haneul swings a leg over your hips and lower herself onto your throbbing cock. She’s so wet, so ready, that you slide in easily, her tight pussy gripping you like a vice.

“Oh fuck yes,” she moans, her head falling back in ecstasy. “This cock feels so fucking good. So fucking huge.”

She starts to move, bouncing on your shaft with wild abandon. Her tiny perky tits jiggle the slightest with every movement, drawing your gaze like a magnet. You would have reached out to palm them, tweak those nipples between your fingers, if Natty’s ass has kept you imprisoned.

Natty’s getting even wilder, her movement frantic and her clit rubbing against your nose with every thrust. “Don’t forget about me bitch boy,” she snarls. “Get me off with that tongue.” 

You comply eagerly, lashing at her clit, sucking on it greedily. She rides you harder, her juices flooding your mouth, coating your chin with her essence.

Julie watches from the sidelines, fingering herself to the sight of you being used so thoroughly. “Mhmm, look at you,” she purrs, her voice dripping with lust. “Such a good little toy, pleasing two pussies at once.”

Her words spur you on, making you thrust harder, deeper into Haneul’s tight heat. She meets your thrust with each bounce, trying to take you in even deeper.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Haneul screams as you start pistoning into her, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the chamber. “Don’t stop! Oh my god!”

There’s no way you would. Her walls squeeze you like they never want to let you go, making sure your cock stays buried deep until you have filled her nice and full.

But that doesn’t mean your service on Natty’s slit is in any way affected. If not, you devour her pussy even harder, specifically targeting her clit.

“Just like that, bitch boy. Don’t you fucking dare stop!” Natty moans, voice frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

Haneul pussy clenches around your cock, her walls fluttering as she cums hard on your shaft. “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!” she screams, her nails digging into your chest.

Her juices gush around you, drenching your balls, your thighs. She milks your cock with her muscles, writhing on top of you as the waves of pleasure crash over her.

Natty follows soon after, her pussy gushing like a fountain as she grinds against your face. “Yes, yes, make me cum, you little bitch!” she shouts, her thighs trembling around your head. 

You lave her through her orgasm, swallowing every drop of her sweet nectar. The combined scent and taste of their pussies  is almost too much to bear.

And then, with a final thrust, you erupt inside Haneul. Your cock jerks, pulsing as it pumps thick ropes of cum dep into her waiting womb. She moans at the sensation, grinding down on you to take every last drop.

Julie watches the whole scene with hooded eyes, her fingers buried deep in her own pussy. “Mhmm, what a good little boytoy,” she praises, pulling her digits out of her folds. “No way you didn’t knock her up.”

You pull out of Haneul’s well-fucked pussy with a wet plop, your cock slick with her juices and your own cum. Despite the huge load you have stored in Haneul, it’s still rock hard and ready for more.

That’s when you realized. The mark has not made itself known yet. Yet, you can feel its effect present. It’s not as strong as when it’s in full glory but nevertheless, it’s there. Either the mark considers Amazon not worthy of its presence or it's waiting for the right moment to strike. But that would mean the mark is alive. 

You shrug off the thought. There’s more important things at hand.

Julie wastes no time, wrapping her lips around your shaft and sucking hard. She moans around your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You watch as she slurps the mixture of your cum and Haneul’s pussy juices, savouring the taste.

Haneul rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy is a mess, dripping with your seed. “Look at that,” she purrs, running a finger along her slit. “You filled me up so well. I’m going to be leaking for hours.”

But there’s no time to admire your handiwork. Natty is already positioning herself on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to you. “Don’t think you are done yet, bitch boy,” she growls, looking at you over her shoulder. “That fat cock is going deep in my ass.”

You have no idea how fucking her ass would help her continue the glorious Amazon lineage or whatever. But with an ass like hers, there’s only one place your cock’s going in. So you decide not to complain.

You kneel behind her, gripping her ass tightly. Your cock nudges against her puckered hole, seeking entrance. She’s tight, so tight, but you push forward, breaching her with a grunt of effort.

Julie presses against your back, her naked body slick with sweat and oil. She wraps her arms around you, her fingers finding your nipples and pinching them hard. “Fuck her good,” she whispers, breath hot against your ear. “Make her scream.”

You do as she commands, starting to buck your hips and easing your way slowly into her tight grip. It’s no easy task with how tight of an ass she has but it gets easier with each thrust.

You grip Natty’s hips tighter, your fingers sinking into her flesh as you slam into her ass over and over. Each thrust is harder than the last, your cock pummeling her tight hole mercilessly.

“Fucl, fuck, fuck!” she shrieks, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. “You’re stretching me so wide, you fucking bastard!”

Julie continues her assault on your nipples, twisting and pinching the sensitive buds. The pain mixes deliciously with the pleasure of Natty’s ass gripping your cock like a vice.

You can feel her relaxing, her muscles giving way to your relentless pounding. Her hole opens up for you, letting you sink deeper with each thrust. “Take it, you dirty slut,” you growl, punctuating each word with a harsh snap of your hips. “Take my cock in your ass.”

She cries out, her fingers desperately trying to find something to hold onto only to graze the hard floor. Her ass jiggles with each impact, the flesh rippling under your hands. You pulls back your hand and deliver a sharp slap to each of her cheeks, leaving red handprints on her tan skin. “Ow! You fucking prick!” she yelps, glaring back at you over her shoulder. But you can see the glint of pleasure in her eyes, the way her ass clenches around your cock. Despite all Amazon pride, she loves this degradation, this treatment like a cheap whore.

Julie chuckles darkly, her lips brushing against your ear as she continues to whisper filthy suggestions. “Keep spanking her, make her ass nice and red. Look how she’s squealing like a slut.” Her hand slides down your chest, gripping your balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Stretch that ass nice and loose.”

Natty whimpers, her hips bucking against you, desperate for more of your brutal thrusts. Her pussy is sopping wet, her juice running down her thighs. You slide your hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in rough circles. 

She cries out, her body trembling as you bring her closer to the edge Julie’s fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you lightheaded. “Go on,” she urges. “Finish her off.”

The pressure builds at the base of your spine, your balls drawing up tight. With a guttural groan, you bury yourself to the hilt in Natty’s ass, your cock throbbing as you unload spurt after spurt of hot cum  deep inside her. She screams, her body convulsing as the sensation triggers an explosive orgasm. Another waterfall of squirt erupts from her pussy, staining the dark floor even darker as her ass clenches down on your pulsing cock, milking you for every last drop. 

Julie laughs darkly, the sound echoing off the stone walls. “What a filthy fucking slut,” she mocks, head on your shoulder. “Her holes won’t be closing for a while.”

As you pull your rod out of Natty’s ass, you scan the chamber. Haneul lies unmoving. Her legs still sprawled out and leaking a steady drip of cum. Wait, is she snoring? And of course, before you is the slut who just gets her ass fucked loose - Natty, who lies with her ass up in the air, eyes rolled up and tongue lolled out in a picture perfect ahaego.

However, there’s still one left for you to take on. The queen herself - Julie, who has watched her subjects getting their brains fucked out with amusement.

“No time to lose,” Julie says as she positions herself on her back, spreading her legs wide in a clear invitation. “Come and fuck the last pussy you will see in your life.”

This is a pretty uncomfortable spot.

You can go two rounds in succession but three? You are not built for that.

If the mark is waiting for the right moment to emerge, this is the time. Both Natty and Haneul are far from conscious and Julie is the only one left to deal with.

Please emerge.

You stare at your pelvis. A second passes. Then two. Nothing.

You might be fucked.

“If you are thinking about backing out now, it’s too late,” Julie warns, impatient. “So make the most of the last moments of your life.”

You try. You really want to. But there’s nothing much you can do with a limp spent dick.

“I thought you would be better than this,” Julie sighs as she gets to her feet. “I guess this is the end. Goodbye, angel.”

Before you can react, she throws a punch at your stomach and you double over, clutching your abdomen in pain. Your thoughts turn hazy and your vision blurred as agony spreads through your body. You try to scream but the sound gets stuck in your throat, leaving you wheezing like a wounded animal.

The mark has failed you.

You are going to die like this. In the hands of the Amazon queen.

The Ero app might save you but there’s no way you would make it to your phone in time. 

It’s over.

“Huh. You are a tough one, I’ll give you that. Most would be dead by now,” Julie muses, circling you like a predator. “But it doesn’t matter. We’ll see how many hits you can take. Wanna make a bet?”

Her foot strikes you hard in the ribs with a sickening crunch and you roll over, gasping desperately for air as pain floods your veins. How many bones has she broken? It doesn’t matter. You are going to die anyway.

Your vision starts to turn murky, the darkness growing wider as you stare at the blue moon from the open ceiling. At least you would pass away with a view to die for. That’s something.

“Not so strong at all, are you? Eros baffles too much,” Julie says but her voice seems to grow quieter and quieter, like she’s moving away from you the more she speaks.

Then, as darkness has consumed almost every single frame of your sight, you start to see a glowing light. 

Is that it? Are you finally permitted to enter heaven? Are the angels coming to bring you over?

Are you even good enough to enter heaven?

The light grows brighter, clearing the darkness until you can see clearly again.

Then you realize the light is not coming from anywhere.

It’s coming from you.

You sit up groggily and stare down at your pelvis, at the golden, glowing upside down pentagon of the mark of Asmodeus.

It’s back.

Once again, you have ascended godhood.

You feel your veins flood with power, your fractured bones healing. All the exhaustion has been washed away, replaced by pure, insatiable lust. And most importantly, your cock is back to its full length, every vein humming with energy like it can’t wait to fill a hole.

And fill a hole, you will.

“What the fuck?” Julie exclaims in terror as you rise to your feet, cracking your neck. “It can’t be….that filthy mark. No way it’s-”

You grin sadistically at the Amazon queen, who’s staring at the mark like it’s the most horrible thing she has seen in her whole life. Her face is pale, drained of color, without any of the initial cockiness.

“Oh, it’s very much real,” you answer her as you take slow approaching steps towards her. “And I will show you how ‘filthy’ it can be.”

Julie opens her mouth like she wants to protest but no sound escapes her vocal chords. Her eyes stay fixated on the brilliantly glowing mark.

“Stay away from me you fucking bastard!” she cries, raising her fists like they would be any effective. “Take one more step and I will kill you for real, this time!”

After countless encounters, it still comes to you as a surprise how those immortal beings - no matter how powerful they are - become scared out of their wits whenever they see the mark. It’s like a mutual phobia.

You chuckle, rejoicing in Julie’s fear as you continue to move towards her. Nothing can stop you now.

“Come on. Don’t be like that. You know there’s only one way out of this.”

“Die! You filthy animal!” Julie moves like lightning, bringing down a fist to your jaw. But there isn’t a need for you to dodge. Because the mark does more than required. In a combustion of energy, Julie is thrown back sprawling to the hard floor. 

She grits her teeth, staring at you with eyes blazing with pure fury and hatred. You can see her face contorted with pain from the impact but it would be unlike a queen to back down so easily.

“If you think you are going to get away with this, you will be very wrong. Ares will come for your head!” she yells, along with a string of ancient curses you don’t understand.

“Well, he’s not here now, is he?” you chuckles. “So much for threatening me with your big daddy.”

“You fucker!” Julie pounces again with fists raised, bringing down their full might in another attempt to unalive you. But as usual, the mark conveniently throws her off.

You sigh, staring as she lays panting on the floor. “Come on dear, stop resisting.” Wait, did you just call her ‘dear’? God, Eros is such a horrible influence.

“You little-” She tries to throw one last fist to your stomach but her legs give out, and she falls on her back with a thud.

You shake your head in mock disapproval. “What a pity. The Amazon queen losing to a dick? That would make a pretty good joke, don’t you think?”

Julie still shows no sign of relenting, teeth bared in unspoken fury. But her body is too worn out to protest.

You stare down at her pathetic, helpless form before you plant your kneels on the cold floor. “What was it that you said? ‘Come and fuck the last pussy you will see in your life’ ? Well, you are correct for the most part.”

Julie tries to close her legs, trying to expel your cock, as if she wasn’t begging for it just a moment ago. But with a tight grip on her thighs, you spread them open with ease to reveal her glistening wet folds.

“Seems like your pussy doesn’t quite agree with you,” you muses. “What a lying bitch.”

You grip her neck, pinning her to the floor as you position yourself at her entrance. With a sharp thrust, you bury yourself inside her, stretching the tight channel around your thick shaft. The mark shines even brighter, bathing her body in gold and silver.

“Fuck, you are even tighter than those bitches,” you grunt, immediately setting a fast hard pace. You squeeze her throat, cutting off her air supply as you pound into her. There would be no mercy. None. This slut of a queen has it coming.

Julie tries to say something but her muffled sound is lost beneath the slap of flesh on flesh and the wet squelch of her pussy being ravaged. Her face twists in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

“Still snappy, are we?” You ask as you give her a particularly hard thrust, making her jolt in a strangled cry. This bitchy queen is still trying to protest but it’s evident her resolve is slowly wavering. 

With each brutal thrust, some of her fury gets replaced by mind-numbing pleasure, the kind nothing but the mark can provide. You can see the hunger for your cock growing in her eyes, once alight with fury.

It doesn’t take long for her to succumb, though it’s still longer compared to her godly predecessors. But there’s no women that the mark can’t turn into a complete cock crazed slut.

Soon, her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her body arches up to meet your thrusts, her hips bucking shamelessly against you. You can feel her pussy clenching around your cock, her juices flowing freely as she loses herself to the sensation.

“That’s right, you filthy whore,” you growl, pounding her deeper, harder. “Take my cock like you were made for it.” Her pussy is a hot, slick heaven around you, gripping you like a velvet vice. “You act all great and mighty but deep down, you are just one big slut, aren’t you?”

She lets out a strangled cry, her body shaking as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy flatters around you, the walls fluttering and squeezing your shaft. The sensation is exquisite, pushing you closer to the edge. But you’re not ready to cum yet. You have more plans for this desperate little slut.

You flip Julie over, roughly manhandling her onto her hands and knees. Without missing a beat, you sink back into her dripping cunt, gripping her hips tight. The new angle lets you plunge even deeper, your cock kissing the very entrance of her womb. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she wails, her slutty cries echoing off the chamber walls. Her cunt clenches around you, still sensitive from her recent orgasm. “Please, don’t stop! Fuck me harder, ruin my fucking pussy!”

There. The queen of the Amazons has become yet another one of your cocksleeves. One more addition to your collection of mythological sluts.

You continue to pound into her with animalistic fervor. The wet slaps of your pelvis against her ass fills the room, punctuated by her deep cry and whimpers. You can ravage her like this for hours, even days, with the mark active. As much as you would like to, that’s not what you come here for. 

You grab a fistful of Julie’s hair, yanking her head back to force her to meet your gaze. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with lust. Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she pants heavily. You can see the desperation in her expression, the need for you to keep fucking her, keep using her like the cock-hungry slut she is.

“Give me the belt,” you command, voice low and threatening. Your cock continues to piston in and out of her sopping cunt, but you slow your thrusts, keeping her on the edge but denying her the release she craves. “If you want me to keep filling this pussy, you better hand it over.”

“Please,” she whines, her hips bucking back against you, trying to take your cock deeper. “Don’t stop fucking me. I’ll do anything, just please keep going.” Tears of frustration gather in the corner of her eyes. 

You chuckle darkly, tightening your grip on her hair. “Then give me the fucking belt of Hippolyta, slut.”

(It takes a while for you to memorize that name by the way)

Julie raises a hand, pam open and in a swirling mist of gold, something slender manifests out of thin air.

The belt.

It isn’t a belt in the modern sense - not some leather strap with a gaudy buckle. It’s a wide, intricately woven girdle, shimmering under the moonlight with golden threads that seems to shift and ripple like liquid metal. Ancient Greek inscriptions coil around it, each glowing faintly in steady pulses of energy. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess it’s extremely powerful.

You quickly snatch the belt from Julie’s grasp. She whimpers at the loss, her cunt clenching needily around your still-hard cock. You hold the belt up, admiring its craftsmanship before setting it on the floor, out of Julie’s reach.

“Good girl,” you praise, running your palms along her back, slick with sweat and oil. “You’ve been such an obedient little slut for me. Now I’m going to give you what you want.”

With a growl, you turn the pace of your thrusts back up. The chamber echoes with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Julie’s wanton moans and your own grunt of exertion. You can feel your orgasm building, your balls drawing up tight as you chase your release.

“Cum for me,” you command, pistoning into her furiously. “Cum on my cock like the desperate fucktoy you are.”

Julie’s body trembles and convulses as her orgasm crashes over he like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenches around your cock, the walls fluttering and spasming as she cums hard on your shaft. The sensation is too much, pushing you over the edge.

With a roar of ecstasy, you bury yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you empty your load into her willing cunt. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot from your cock, flooding her pussy and filling her to the brim. Your seeds overflow, dripping down her thighs as you pump her full.

“Fuck,” you groan, grinding against her ass as you milk every last drop into her hungry cunt. You pull your cock out of her cunt and a gush of your combined fluids leak out, trickling down her thighs. She collapses face-first onto the stone floor, too spent to move, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her intense orgasms. 

You stand up, taking a moment to admire your handiwork. All three Amazons, who had threatened to take your life, have been reduced to pleasure-drunk wrecks at your feet. The chamber is filled with the heavy scent of sex, a potent mix of sweat, cum and feminine arousal. The smell riles you up, filling your head with new ideas. 

The mark finally dims and vanishes as it finally fulfills its purpose. Thanks to Karina, the gut-wrenching nauseous and fatigue aren’t there but you want nothing more than to get out of here as quickly as possible. You really hope Eros holds onto his promise for an escape route.

You grab the belt tight and scramble towards the pile of discarded clothes, your hands fumbling desperately under the fabric until your fingers find the cool surface of your phone. You yank it out and tap the screen, heart hammering in your chest.

A notification pops up.

“Houdini Act: One-Way Ticket to Freedom, Courtesy of Yours Truly ♥️”

Leave it to Eros to name an escape route like it’s a magic trick.

But before you can even press it -

BOOM.

A violent force erupts through the chamber,  sending you flying backwards. You crashes onto the stone floor, the force through your bones. The air crackles with something dark and furious, and when you look up, you see a swirling mass of shadows coalescing in the center of the room. 

Then, from the depths of the void, a figure emerges. 

Glowing red eyes lock onto you, filled with raw, seething rage.

“You!” it growls.

As your eyes come back into focus, you take in the figure before you - a towering warrior clad in ancient Spartan armor, the kind that looks like it belongs in a museum exhibit titled “How To Die In The Most Brutal Ways Possible”. But where there should be a face beneath the helmet, there’s only darkness, a swirling abyss with nothing but two burning eyes set upon you.

Your stomach twists. You know who this is.

“Ares,” you mutter.

The war god doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts a hand, and from the void, a spear manifests - long, jagged and pulsing with dark energy.

You don’t even have time to think before the spear comes hurtling towards you. You throw yourself to the side, rolling over the stone as the weapon smashes into the ground where you have just been, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the floor.

Clutching the belt tightly in one hand, your fingers desperately fumble with the phone.

“Come on, come on-”

Ares yanks the spear from the ground and lunges again. You barely manage to scramble out of the way, heart pounding as you desperately try to tap the notification.You duck, roll and scramble across the stone, fingers slipping on your phone screen. 

“Just tap it, tap it-”

Easier said than done when you are butt naked, gripping a belt in one hand (you are starting to notice how heavy this thing is) and a phone in another, and the god of war us trying to turn you into a kebab.You really wish you still have the mark.

The next attack comes too fast. You twist, but the spear’s tip scales your side, tearing through flesh. Pain erupts as warm blood gushes down your skin. Your vision blurs, but through sheer adrenaline, your thumb finally slums against the notification.

Instantly, a column of light bursts down from above, engulfing you in a golden glow. Relief floods through your veins - you’re getting out -

But then Ares moves.

The war god’s spear slashes through the light.

A deafening crack splits the air. The world shatters in an explosion of blinding energy, and you are hurled backwards, your body weightless, your mind slipping. The last thing you register is the roar of chaos and the taste of blood before everything turns to black.

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Everything aches. 

You feel like you have been trampled by a band of horses and then set on fire for good measure.

You can feel something soft beneath you - silk, maybe. It cushions your aching body but the relief is fleeting, drowned out by the cold breezes drifting through the space and brushing against your skin. Somewhere distant, you can hear the rhythmic chirping of birds. The scent of salt lingers in the air.

Are you back in Eros’s place?

You force your eyes open, blinking against the blur clouding your vision. Everything is hazy, shifting, the world refusing to come into focus.

Then a shadow moves above you - a figure, tall and poised. A woman.

“You’re finally awake,” she says, her voice carrying a lazy amusement, as if she’s been waiting for this moment. Then, after a beat, she tilts her head and smirks.

“You’re lucky I haven’t turned you into an animal.”

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This is the first time I write multiple idols at once. Hope you like it.

Have a Chaewon to suffice for the lack of Chaewon pic in the cover.

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Blooming Hearts ♡ DRABBLE 01

˚✿˖ Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem reader

˚✿˖ Synopsis: In which Bakugou not only taught you how to use the public transportation system, but also the wonders of a 7/11 (A continuation from chapter 5 / deleted scene from chapter 6)

˚✿˖ tags/warnings: 18+, smut in the later chapters, reader is spoiled, shy reader, they're all third years at UA, Fluff, strangers? to lovers trope, not really strangers, miscommunication, drama, y/n just wants to make friends, reader is canonically pretty, reader is a hero in training, whipped bakugou, she falls first but he falls harder

˚✿˖ Authors note: This Drabble is a continuation of this chapter!

˚✿˖ Masterlist

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The train ride had been… an experience.

Between Bakugou’s attitude (which you’re learning is incredibly sassy) your near-death encounter with inertia and stiletto boots, and the fact that his hand had been on your waist for far longer than necessary, you were convinced your heart had been put through an endurance test.

Aizawa and his crazy assignments could never get this level of heart pounding anxiety from you.

But somehow, miraculously, you made it to your stop without combusting!

Which led you here.

A 7-Eleven.

The sushi spot you had been craving had been sadly temporarily closed for renovations, and this store had been right around the corner.

“Wow, this is incredible! I’ve never been in one of these before!” you gasp, eyes sparkling as you take in the rows of cheap candies, brightly colored cup ramen, and an ungodly amount of processed snacks.

So many different flavors to choose from!!

Behind you, a deep, unimpressed voice deadpans, “It’s literally just a 7-Eleven.”

You, of course, blatantly ignore him. Instead, you grab a small shopping basket—its handle slightly wobbly, the paint chipping at the edges—and immediately start filling it with snacks like a kid let loose in a candy store.

“This might just be my new favorite store!!” you announce, practically vibrating with excitement as you move toward the freezer section.

You scan the ice cream selection with growing delight, marveling at the sheer variety of brands and flavors—all for a shockingly low price.

This so beats the organic, gluten-free, sugar-free, fun-free supermarkets your mom usually had her staff shop at on your behalf.

Bakugou, who has been trailing behind you like an exhausted babysitter, watches as you pluck a pink tub of strawberry swirl ice cream from the fridge. Your face lights up at the cute graphics on the packaging.

is that a strawberry cow?! Eeek!

“I’ll get this one too,” you hum, hugging the tub to your chest like a prized possession.

Bakugou nearly rolls his eyes into another dimension. “Taught ya how to take the damn train to become a better hero, and now you’re gonna kill it all with this shitty food.”

You gasp, clutching the ice cream closer like it’s your firstborn child.

“Are you joking?!” you exclaim. “This ice cream is gonna make me feel better before I go to sleep! This is incredible!”

Bakugou snorts as you absentmindedly go to adjust your glasses—except, oh, wait.

You’re not wearing them.

Your fingers meet empty air, your contacts having replaced your usual frames for the night.

A slow, knowing smirk stretches across Bakugou’s face.

Your ears heat up. Hastily, you shove your ice cream into the basket he’s—when did that happen?!—holding and mumble, “Shut up. It’s a habit.”

He doesn’t even bother with a comeback.

He doesn’t have to.

The glint of amusement in his sharp, crimson eyes says everything.

In just one day—somehow spent mostly by your side—Bakugou has come to one solid, undeniable conclusion:

You’re just like the rest of his idiot friends.

Just blessed with a far better face than shitty hairs or dunce face.

Honestly, before today, he half-wondered if you were mute. That theory shattered the moment you started rambling in the middle of the station, your excited outbursts completely at odds with the cool, composed image you gave off.

The new you in front of him was almost jarring.

Not that he’d ever really paid much attention to you before.

You were just quiet. Unusually so. You didn’t hover around the usual class friend groups, never really stuck with the girls of 1-A. He would’ve noticed—he’s been dragged to enough forced social outings by Kirishima to be painfully aware of the class dynamics.

Yet somehow, three years into your degree, he was only just now hearing what your voice actually sounded like.

Not that you were forgettable—far from it. Your face was one of the first he recognized when he stepped into class 1-A on his first day of freshman year.

And your last name? Impossible to ignore.

Bakugou never really gave a shit either way.

But one thing had caught his attention—the way people wouldn’t shut up about you when it came to the Big Three. It was no surprise when he, Deku, and Todoroki solidified their spots. That was a given. But you?

He remembers his brows raising when he first heard your name being thrown around in the conversation. He wasn’t necessarily threatened, just... intrigued.

The media adored you. Your social accounts had more followers than any other student at U.A., and magazines were already fighting for the chance to put you on their covers.

All the while, you could barely mutter a full sentence to anyone in class.

Now, watching you stand in the middle of a 7-Eleven, holding two cans of soda in your perfectly manicured hands, he can’t help but snort to himself. You carefully scan the sugar content on the labels like it actually matters—only to immediately toss both cans into the basket without hesitation.

Figures.

“Y’know, if you’re just gonna buy both, why waste time lookin’ at the numbers?” he asks, shifting the basket to one hand as he watches your little decision-making process unfold.

You huff, completely unbothered. “It’s about making an informed choice.”

“Bullshit. You just wanted both.”

You shoot him a look but don’t bother denying it, instead grabbing a pack of Pocky and tossing that into the basket too.

You’re already fixated on the next aisle, eyes practically sparkling at the ridiculous variety of instant noodles. He’s never seen someone get this excited over convenience store food in his life.

And somehow, he finds himself following along, weirdly unbothered by all of your little quirks that would have had him rolling his eyes and snapping at all the other idiots in his life.

Bakugou clicks his tongue, annoyed at his own thoughts.

Comparing you to the extras he’s been stuck with for years? What kind of bullshit was that?

Yet, as he watches you crouch down to examine the instant ramen selection like it’s some kind of treasure hoard, he realizes—against his better judgment—that it doesn’t piss him off the way it should.

You hum thoughtfully, manicured fingers tracing over different flavors, your brows furrowing in deep concentration. “How am I supposed to choose just one?” you mumble, more to yourself than to him.

He snorts. “You’re not. You’re gonna throw at least three in the basket and pretend like you struggled to decide.”

You gasp, turning to glare at him, scandalized. “You think you know me so well, huh?”

“I know an indecisive dumbass when I see one.”

And just as he predicted, you grab three different flavors and plop them into the basket without another word.

Bakugou exhales through his nose, shaking his head. Somehow, despite himself, he follows as you dart to yet another shelf, eyes alight with childlike wonder.

He should be annoyed. Should be telling you to hurry the hell up so you can both get out of here, but instead, he just watches as you get distracted by a random keychain display near the register, fiddling with a tiny All Might figure that probably wouldn’t even fit on your fancy designer bag.

“This is so cute,” you murmur, flipping it over in your hands before glancing at the other characters on the rack. A tiny Bakugou keychain dangles right in front of you, and before he can react, you’re holding it up with a smirk.

“Oooh, look, it’s you,” you tease, shaking it so the little chibi version of him bobs wildly.

Bakugou scowls. “Put that shit back.”

You only laugh, placing it back on the hook (but in a better spot, front and center, because you think it’s actually pretty adorable).

By the time you finally reach the register, your basket is overflowing. Bakugou just stares at it, unimpressed. “Y’gonna eat all this tonight or somethin’?”

You shake your head, grinning. “No, well maybe the icecream, yes.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue, As the cashier hands you the bag, you beam like you’ve just won the lottery.

And for some reason, as the two of you step back into the cool night air, Bakugou finds himself shaking his head with something that—if he didn’t know better—almost feels like amusement.

What the hell was he getting himself into?

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[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

idk if you're still doing these but how do you think the animorphs would do against the original X-Men?

[Obligatory joke about the X-Men having an advantage because they cloned Jake to make Bobby.]

Animorphs Advantages

Trust in leadership. Full offense to Scott, but he can be bossy and overbearing to the point where it causes infighting. Jake's team will not hesitate to go up against impossible odds at his command, and basically never questions his orders in the heat of battle.

Flight hours. Warren might outweigh Tobias by a good 200 pounds, but he doesn't spend literally 15+ hours a day 7 days a week flying around hunting. And Tobias gets very good at taking out bigger opponents like David's golden eagle or the helmacron ship.

Adaptability. The Animorphs can survive in most environments most of the time, and are nigh unkillable. Jean can be taken out by a rock to the head. Scott can be taken out by a rock to Jean's head.

X-Men Advantages

Coordinated attacks. They can and do hit their enemies from multiple fonts at once: Warren goes high while Hank goes low, Jean goes mental as Bobby goes physical, so on. The Animorphs' weapons are all variations on hitting or stabbing their enemies up close.

Sheer raw power. Scott can punch a hole in a mountain. Jean may or may not be able to destroy entire planets. Bobby can make an entire city in the time it takes Scott to level one.

The fact that they actually go to school. Hank's obviously the one with the big advantage over the C- average high school dropouts, but Scott, Bobby, and Jean are also smart enough to be teachers in some continuities.

Animorphs Disadvantages

Distance. This is always their drawback, but they only have melee attacks. Scott, Jean, and Bobby can all attack from half a mile away.

Leaky communication. A ton of their strategy depends on being able to talk to each other without their enemies hearing. Even if they figure out that Jean can hear every word they're saying, they're going to be massively hampered by their inability to talk privately during battles.

X-Men Disadvantages

Compassion. Assuming that this is winner-take-all no-holds-barred fight, the X-Men will not only hesitate to kill, but are likely to stop fighting if one of their own is killed. The Animorphs have no such pangs of conscience, or at least don't let those stop them.

Lack of control. All of them are, to some extent, afraid of their own powers or hesitant to use them. You don't see Rachel beating herself up about what'd happen if she let the beast win or got too much phoenix power.

Conclusion: I'm giving this one to the mutants. Sorry, morphers.

[sturnsblogs]

SORRY

Loser!Matt X Popular!Reader

—

You’d spent the whole morning casually—okay, obsessively—scanning the halls for Matt.

Not that you were desperate or anything. You just… hadn’t seen him yet today, and it was weird. Usually by now, you’d have annoyed him at least once, gotten an eye-roll, a grumble, maybe a muttered insult. The usual.

But then you saw him.

Across the quad, leaning against one of the benches. Laughing.

With guys. Like actual other people. Friends?

You blinked.

Matt. The most antisocial, miserable, ‘don’t-talk-to-me-or-I’ll-set-you-on-fire-with-my-eyes’ person you’ve ever met—smiling? Talking?

You’d never seen him look like that. He looked… like a real person. Almost happy. It felt so out of place, so completely wrong, you kind of just stood there staring.

You had no idea he even had friends.

The biggest dick you’ve ever met—besides your dad, obviously—had friends?

Insane.

Later in class, you slide into the seat beside him, plopping down like you haven’t been thinking about it all day.

He doesn’t even look at you. Just sighs like your presence personally offends him.

You turn toward him, propping your chin on your hand. “You have friends?”

He blinks once. Slow. Then turns to look at you like you’ve just said the dumbest thing he’s ever heard.

“What?”

“I saw you earlier,” you say, grinning. “With those guys near the bench. You were laughing. It was freaky. Thought I hallucinated it.”

He raises a brow, unimpressed. “You stalking me now?”

You shrug. “You’re hard to miss. Especially when you’re being suspiciously… human.”

He snorts. “Right. Sorry for not being a dead-eyed mannequin 24/7 like your little clique of robot clones.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Okay, damn.”

He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, tone sharp. “Why do you care if I have friends? You jealous they’re getting my attention instead of you?”

You scoff, but it’s a little too defensive. “You wish.”

“You literally follow me around all day like a lost puppy,” he mutters, not even looking at you now. “Kinda pathetic.”

That one stings. More than you expect it to.

You try to laugh it off, even though your stomach twists. “Wow. Did it take you all day to come up with that?”

“No,” he says dryly. “Some of us don’t have to rehearse to be honest.”

You bite your cheek, your face suddenly warm, your throat tight with something you don’t want to name. You don’t say anything for a minute.

He glances at you again, and something in your silence must hit different—because his expression flickers. Just slightly.

Then, under his breath, he mumbles, “I was kidding.”

You don’t look at him, but you hear it.

He shifts in his seat like he regrets the whole conversation but refuses to admit it. You pretend like you didn’t care in the first place, but your heart’s pounding for reasons you don’t fully understand.

And when the teacher starts the lesson, you’re both sitting there—too quiet, too tense—staring at the board, pretending like none of it meant anything at all.

Just as the silence between you and Matt starts to really settle—stiff and awkward—the teacher’s voice cuts through the room.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” she says, clapping once to get the class’s attention. “We’re starting the media literacy project today. It’s a partner assignment, so I’ll be assigning pairs—no complaints.”

A collective groan ripples through the classroom, and you feel Matt shift beside you, already annoyed.

“This is gonna be good,” you mutter under your breath, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

He doesn’t respond. Just stares at the board like he’s willing it to explode.

The teacher starts calling out names, rattling off pair after pair while you start anxiously tapping your pen against your desk. You’re half-hoping you get paired with someone who’ll actually let you do all the talking—and half-hoping it’s Matt, just to force him to talk to you more.

“Matt Sturniolo…”

You tense.

“And Y/N.”

A pause.

You hear the tiniest, most exhausted exhale escape Matt’s lips.

You turn to him, grinning way too hard. “Looks like we’re stuck together.”

He closes his eyes for half a second. “Kill me.”

The teacher continues listing names, but all you can focus on is the way Matt’s jaw tightens and how he won’t even look at you.

“This is gonna be fun,” you whisper.

He finally looks at you, deadpan. “Your definition of ‘fun’ must involve psychological warfare.”

You smile sweetly. “You’ll survive.”

“I might not.”

The bell rings and students start grabbing their stuff, buzzing with conversation. You linger, zipping your bag slowly while sneaking a glance at Matt, who hasn’t moved except to lazily shove his notebook into his backpack.

“So…” you say, stretching the word. “When are we doing this?”

He doesn’t even look at you. “I’ll just do it myself.”

Your smile falters. “Excuse me?”

“I’ll handle it,” he repeats, standing up. “I actually want a decent grade.”

You blink, stunned. “You think I can’t get a decent grade?”

“Didn’t say that,” he mutters, slinging his bag over his shoulder, voice cool and sharp. “Just assumed school isn’t really your thing. Y’know, too busy contouring your cheekbones or whatever.”

You just stand there for a second, mouth slightly open.

That one actually stung.

You let out a bitter laugh. “Wow. You really think I’m just some airheaded makeup clone, huh?”

He shrugs. “If the glitter fits.”

Okay, ouch.

You catch up to him in the hallway, heels clacking loudly against the floor as you spin around to face him. “Well guess what, genius. You’re not doing this alone. I’m not letting you write some dry-ass project and slap both our names on it.”

He blinks, clearly not expecting you to push back. You narrow your eyes.

“You’re coming to my house. After school.”

He hesitates, squinting at you like you’ve just told him he’s been sentenced to death.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you snap, folding your arms. “What, scared of a little pink?”

He sighs, dramatic and drawn out, like just the idea of stepping into your world physically pains him. “Fine. But if your house smells like vanilla and insecurity, I’m leaving.”

You roll your eyes. “If you smell like judgment and Old Spice, I’m leaving.”

He walks off with a groan, muttering something like, “This is going to be hell,” under his breath.

You just smile to yourself.

Because he’s coming over.

And whether he admits it or not, Matt just agreed to spend the afternoon with you.

The walk home starts in silence.

You’re used to filling the space between you with noise—snarky comments, playful questions, your nervous rambles—but this time, you let it sit. There’s something about having him actually agree to come over that makes you not want to push your luck.

Your heels click against the pavement as you both head down the street, the warm late-afternoon sun casting long shadows behind you. Every so often you glance at him, and he’s doing what he always does—hands shoved into his pockets, expression unreadable, walking like he’s trying not to exist.

Until—

Without a word, you feel his hand graze your waist. It’s not flirty or possessive, just—quick. Firm.

He gently tugs you to the inside of the sidewalk, placing himself between you and the street.

You blink.

He doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t say anything. Just keeps walking like nothing happened.

Your heart does this little thing in your chest you don’t quite understand, but you stay quiet. Somehow, that tiny action says more than anything he could’ve muttered.

When you finally get to your house, you realize just how badly you’ve been holding your breath.

You unlock the door and step in, motioning him to follow.

“Don’t judge anything,” you say over your shoulder, “or I’ll kick you out before we even open the laptop.”

He grunts in response.

The downstairs looks like a magazine spread—neat, sterile, expensive. Clean white walls, glass everything, and a cold silence that makes the air feel thinner.

He follows you up the stairs slowly, his eyes flicking to every gold-framed photo and untouched hallway table.

Then you open your bedroom door.

It’s like a total explosion of you.

Pink walls. Soft lighting. A perfectly made bed with an excessive amount of throw pillows. A vanity overflowing with makeup, brushes, and perfume bottles lined up in rows like an army. Framed pictures of you smiling with friends, ribbons and medals from old pageants or school competitions pinned neatly on a corkboard. Modeling photos in glossy frames. Organized chaos.

You step aside and let him look around.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stands there, eyes slowly scanning every inch of it.

You cross your arms. “Well? Go ahead. Say it. I live in a Barbie Dream House.”

He turns slightly toward you, something unreadable flickering in his expression.

“No,” he says flatly. “Barbie Dream House would be quieter.”

You snort, but it feels weirdly vulnerable having him here. Like he’s just seen you without your armor, even if the room screams perfect.

He walks in slowly, then flops down onto the plush white rug like he owns the place. “Let’s just get this over with.”

You roll your eyes, but your lips twitch at the corners.

Because he came.

And even if he acts like he hates every second of it—he’s here.

You’re both sitting on the floor now, papers spread out in front of you, laptops open, notebooks half-filled with scribbles and outlines.

It’s been surprisingly productive—probably because you’re the only one talking.

You gesture toward the screen as you explain your half of the idea, twirling a pen between your fingers. “So, like, media’s influence on identity, right? I feel like that’s perfect because people literally think I’m some dumb, high-maintenance girl just ‘cause I wear heels and lip gloss.”

Matt hums without looking up. “That’s fair.”

You blink. “Wait—was that agreement?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t say you were wrong. Just don’t sound so shocked.”

You laugh under your breath, a little taken aback. “Huh. You really are full of surprises.”

He doesn’t respond, just scratches something into his notebook and leans back against your dresser.

You’re about to keep talking when it happens—

Raised voices. Distant, but close enough to hear.

Your body goes rigid before you even register what they’re saying.

It’s muffled at first. Just your mom’s sharp tone and your dad’s deeper voice overlapping in that too-familiar rhythm. Accusations. Cold silence. Then louder again.

Matt pauses mid-sentence, glancing up at you.

You immediately look down and bite your lip, trying to stay focused on the screen even though your chest feels tight and your stomach’s in knots.

The yelling continues, and you wince when something slams downstairs.

“Sorry,” you mumble, voice barely above a whisper. “They’re just… loud.”

Matt doesn’t say anything for a second.

You keep your eyes glued to your laptop, fingers tapping against the space bar even though you’re not typing anything. You hate that he’s hearing this. You hate that he might think it’s embarrassing or messy or weird.

“Sorry,” you say again, quieter this time. “They do this a lot. It’s not usually this—”

“Hey,” he cuts in.

You finally look at him.

His expression is still neutral—his usual bored, blank face—but there’s a flicker of something softer behind his eyes.

He sighs, the kind that’s more tired than annoyed, then leans back on his palms.

“I don’t care,” he says. “You don’t have to explain it.”

You blink, surprised.

“It’s not your fault,” he adds, voice low. “You don’t have to apologize.”

Your throat tightens, and for a second you don’t know what to say. You just nod, staring down at the notes in front of you.

And Matt, who usually never talks unless he has to, just sits there in your pink room, surrounded by lip gloss and medals and everything he pretends to hate—and stays.

he shifts after a beat of silence, eyes scanning your vanity with fake judgment. “So… how many different types of lip gloss does one person need to survive, exactly?”

You glance up, not even trying to fake a smile this time. Your eyes sting a little, and your throat tightens, the pressure of everything hitting you all at once. You try to blink it away, but a tear slips out anyway—and then another.

“Shit,” you whisper, quickly looking down and trying to hide your face. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, but it’s too late. Your shoulders shake slightly as the quiet sniffles start, and the room suddenly feels too bright, too pink, too loud.

Matt freezes. “Wait—are you… are you crying?”

You nod, barely, still hiding your face.

He lets out a quiet breath—then a short, awkward laugh. Not mean, just surprised. Like this is the last thing he expected.

“Dude,” he says under his breath. “You can’t cry in front of me. I’m not equipped for that.”

You pull your hands away and glare at him through watery eyes. “Matt!”

He almost flinches at the way your voice cracks, but the corners of his mouth twitch up. “Okay, okay. Chill. Don’t cry on your keyboard.”

He gets up, crosses the room, and grabs a box of tissues from your nightstand. He doesn’t hand them to you directly—just sets the box in front of you and sits back down like he didn’t just do something vaguely thoughtful.

You blow your nose and wipe under your eyes, mumbling a curse under your breath as your makeup starts to smudge. “Ugh, I look like a raccoon.”

“You looked like one before,” he mutters without looking up, flipping through the notes again.

You roll your eyes, laughing through your tears as you grab your makeup wipes and start cleaning your face off. Your skin feels raw and puffy, and it makes you self-conscious in a way you hate.

But when you’re finally done, Matt looks up again.

And he stares for just a second too long.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t smirk or make a comment. He just glances at you, quiet for once, his gaze softer than you’ve ever seen it.

Then he looks back down at the laptop like nothing happened.

—

A/N- This is a little long so sorry about that!

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[merrybloomwrites]

The Only Way of Knowing You (Chapter 1)

Story Summary: After a chance encounter, Y/N finds herself on a series of dates with Harry Styles. She shares with him her innocence regarding physical intimacy, and he takes his responsibility in teaching her all about that very seriously.

Chapter Summary: Y/N is overjoyed to head to the hospital to meet her new nephew, and ends up meeting Harry Styles as well.

Word Count: 1.7K

CW: mentions of people giving birth

AN: So excited to finally post this series! I've really enjoyed writing this and hope you'll all like it. Thank you to the anon who requested shy virgin reader!

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You’re anxiously waiting to get a text or a call from your brother-in-law. You’d spoken to your sister yesterday morning and she mentioned that she felt like she was having contractions and would probably be in labor soon. So casually! You figured that since this is her second baby she must be feeling more relaxed about the whole situation.

But that doesn’t stop you from worrying about her for the whole day and a half between that call and when your phone finally rings again, Brian’s name appearing on the screen. He’d been sending regular updates to you and your parents and the last one sent almost two hours ago just said “it’s time”. 

So this call must mean your new nephew is finally born. You quickly grab the phone and answer the call. 

“Brian, hi!”

“He’s here!” He exclaims. “Born at 1:35, 7 pounds, 2 ounces, 21 and a half inches long.”

“How is he doing? How is Kyra?” 

“He’s perfect! Kyra did great, she’s resting at the moment. We'll send a picture soon. She asked that no one come this afternoon but we’d love for you to stop by tomorrow. Your parents are coming in the morning and bringing Wyatt to meet her little brother.”

“Ok great! I’ll talk to them and coordinate what time.”

“Awesome, you’re gonna love him! Listen I’ve got a couple more calls and I want to get back to them but I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye Brian, give Kyra my love!”

“Will do, bye Y/N.”

You hang up and literally squeal with excitement and relief that he’s here and everyone is doing well. You let out another happy noise when you get a couple pictures from Brian. You’re immediately in love with this little boy, even if he looks like an alien/old man hybrid. You wish you knew his name, but your sister made it clear she is keeping it a secret until you and your parents meet him in person. 

At 8PM your mom calls and you figure they just got Wyatt to sleep. You talk for a bit and make plans to all meet at the hospital the following morning at 11. 

You’re so excited that it’s nearly impossible to fall asleep, but you manage. The next morning passes quickly, and suddenly it’s time to head to the hospital. 

Once there you find your parents and your niece signing in and you do so as well. Finally, the four of you make your way to the right room. Just like when you met Wyatt nearly three years prior, you immediately fall in love with this little baby the second he’s placed in your arms. 

“Everyone, meet Jasper Lucas,” your sister says. 

For half an hour you all get to spend time with Jasper as well as check in on Kyra, who truthfully looks fantastic for having just given birth the day before. You and your parents step out in order to give the family of four some time together. 

Your mom comments that she could use a coffee and your dad hastily agrees so they head off to the cafeteria. You figure they must not be used to taking care of a toddler and decide to go over and help out that evening. 

They ask if you want anything and you decline, choosing to instead go into one of the family waiting rooms and check on a project for work. 

The room is empty when you enter but after a minute you hear footsteps. Looking up from your phone, you’re shocked to see who just walked in.

Harry Styles casually sits in one of the other chairs. You subtly glance at him, noting his jeans and sweater combo, as well as the look of pure excitement on his face. After pointedly looking anywhere but at him for a moment you can't help but turn towards him again.

“Hi!” he says cheerfully when he notices you looking at him. 

“Hello,” you manage to squeak out. 

“I’m Harry,” he says, leaning towards you with his hand out.

“I’m Y/N,” you reply while politely shaking his hand, hoping you’re doing it right. Which is wild because you;ve shaken hands with people hundreds of times but like, this is Harry Styles. 

“My sisters just had a baby,” he adds, and now you understand why he’s practically vibrating with glee. 

“Congratulations! Mine has as well. Is this Gemma’s first?” You realize a second later how creepy you now sound, using his sister's name when he hadn’t even told it to you. 

Before you can apologize he laughs and says, “Yes, her first. So you know who I am then?”

“I mean, I don’t live under a rock so yes, I am aware that you’re Harry Styles.” 

“Can you do me a favor then, love?” 

You nod, willing to do anything he asks, especially if he continues to use such sweet terms of endearment like ‘love’.

“Gems kept this whole pregnancy private, and isn’t planning to announce she’s had a baby for a few weeks. I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut, but I just had to tell someone. Can you help keep this a secret and not let anyone know about the baby?”

“Oh of course, yea, secret’s safe with me.”

“I appreciate it. We may be adults now, but I think I’ll always fear the wrath of my big sister,” he says with another laugh. “Is this your sister's first as well?” he asks.

“No, I have a niece, Wyatt, she turns three next month,” you reply.

“And this little one, boy or girl?”

“Boy. His name is Jasper. My sister always said she wanted one girl and one boy so I guess she got her wish.” 

You refrain from asking him the same question, not wanting to look like you're asking for personal information about his family, but he apparently doesn’t feel that way because he says, “Gemma had a girl. The tiniest little thing. I think. At least she looks that way in the picture.”

“You haven’t been able to see them yet?”

“Not quite, they needed a few more minutes before they were ready. Our mum’s in there with her, has been the whole time, so I’ve been anxiously waiting on my own.

“I feel that. I was the same way the past couple of days.”

“Well at least we have each other now, I feel much less jittery being able to talk to you,” he says.

“Glad I could help. People say I’m an excellent conversationalist.”

“Oh I can see that already, I’m quite enjoying this conversation.”

Just then Harry’s mum, Anne, walks into the room.

“Harry dear, they’re ready for you,” she says, giving you a quick smile before she walks out again.

He jumps out of his seat and says, “Sorry to cut it short, but-”

“Not a problem! Go, meet your niece. Bet she’ll be very happy to meet her Uncle Harry,” you reply.

“Would you want to keep talking? Later?”

You look at him, confused. “I’m not sure how long I’m going to be at the hospital.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean here. I just meant, maybe we could meet again, some other time. At some other place. Preferably with better coffee.”

“Are you asking me to hang out with you at a coffee shop?” you inquire, wanting to make sure you fully understand what is happening.

“I am. Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve actually asked someone on a date, guess I’m a tad rusty.”

Your eyes go wide at the word ‘date’. You were already perplexed, wondering why he’d want to hang out with you as friends, but making it a date? 

Your mouth works faster than your brain, and before you can really think through your answer, you hear yourself saying, “I’d love to get coffee with you.”

“Fantastic! Here, write your number in my phone and I’ll text you to set something up,” he replies while unlocking and handing over his phone. You’re practically on autopilot typing in your info and handing the phone back to him.

“I should go, I’ve got a niece to meet. It really was lovely chatting with you.”

“I agree. Say congrats to your sister for me!”

“I will, please say the same to your sister.”

“Of course,” you reply.

“Goodbye Y/N. I’ll talk to you soon.

“Looking forward to it. Goodbye Harry.”

With one last shy smile, he walks out of the room, leaving you standing there feeling rather shell shocked. You don’t have long to dwell before your own mother pops back in saying Kyra is ready for you all to go back.

You spend another hour there before leaving to go out and get some lunch. While you’re at a local restaurant, trying to encourage Wyatt to eat her lunch rather than play with it, you get a text from Brian saying Kyra and the baby will be discharged later that afternoon.

After lunch you go to their house and entertain Wyatt while your parents make sure everything is clean and ready for them to come home. Brian, Kyra, and Jasper arrive just before dinner, so you stay to make sure everyone eats and is as content as possible. 

You leave after cleaning the dishes, knowing everyone is ready to settle down for the evening. Back home you hop in the shower, and when you get out, you have a text from an unknown number. It reads, “Hello, Y/N, it’s Harry.”

Your eyes go wide and you let out a nervous giggle. Honestly, there’s a part of you that thought you had hallucinated the interaction this afternoon, but here’s proof that it all really happened. Before you can type back you get another message from him saying, “If you’re not busy, how would you feel about getting coffee this Saturday? Say 1PM at Inkwell Cafe?”

“Sounds perfect,” you reply. Your phone dings again a second later and you read, “See you then! Have a great rest of your week.” After sending a quick “You as well!” you toss your phone to the side. 

You get into bed, and reflect for a moment on everything that happened since getting up that morning. You knew it’d be a wonderful day; how could it not when you got to finally meet your perfect nephew?

But to have met one of your favorite celebrities and now have a date with him? Never in a million years would you have guessed the day would end this way. You fall asleep feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I hoped you liked this chapter and can't wait to share the rest!

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello! I would like to please request a MCYT preference (Quackity, Tommy, Ranboo, Karl, Tubbo, Badlinu) dating a SO who can do voice impressions. A fictional character, a real person, an animal, or a sound effect. Imagine the MCYT is playing a horror game and suddenly a sound of a baby crying jumpscares them but it was actually their partner

omg stop this is adorable I love it LMAOOOO ; thank you for requesting, hope u enjoy!! ; I made these mostly kinda funny cause idrk what I'm doing

MCYT ; vocal impressions

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, quackity

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he was playing a slenderman game with ranboo and charlie

he was super on edge cause he was just being chased around and it was all dark

you, as a joke, decided to scare him by making a noise

you were sitting on the beanbag chair behind him and he definitely forgot you were still here by now cause you went quiet for a while

you notice the game is silence because he's whispering for a moment until he's quiet again

you say it loud enough for it to scare him and so he can hear it, in a Jimmy Neutron impression you slightly yell, "One more paper to go, Tommy!"

He JUMPED.

he spends the next minute and a half bickering with you (playfully) while almost crying cause his heart is pounding in his chest

RANBOO

he was playing a horror game with some friends

cue scary music and silence, they were fucking terrified

you wanted to mess with them + you had a poll on your Twitter really quick if you should or not

you started barking like a chihuahua to scare him

literally fell out of his chair

it went backwards cause he pushed his feet away and he threw his headphones off

lots of laughter and apologies afterwards

FREDDIE BADLINU

he finds your impressions so fucking funny

you reference memes 24/7 and sound exactly like the original and he can't help but laugh

you're like a meme jukebox

"What!? What the fuck!?" when something weird happens

you recreate vines 24/7

you'll wake him up in the middle of the night quoting some demon from a movie and he'll actually be scared out of his mind

ALEX QUACKITY

he finds that shit so funny

he always asks you to quote Thanos in a Thanos voice (2020/2021 era)

he asks you to do an impression of him and you end up play fighting for an hour over it

"I don't sound like that!"

"I don't sound like that!" you mock

"Shut up!"

and you sound exactly like him.

[rightnowry]

Simon (Ghost) Riley Head cannons

Although I am a bit late it is currently 9:41pm on the 12th so it is still Mother's Day and I decided I would write some headcanons about how Simon would absolutely spoil his wife/Gf/Fiancé on her First mothers Day! (PS: This is my first time EVER writing smut so it most likely won't be amazing) (Also as always the Divider is by @cafekitsune) (Also! Fem reader Implied, This includes a reader with Female anatomy)

Like I said there will be smut so 16+ Warning! And yes I write 16+ because in my country that is the age of consent and I am only 17 so it would be hypocritical of me to say 18+

Dad!Simon Would wake up at 6am quietly sneaking out of your shared bedroom as he made his way into the kitchen starting to make a mothers Day Breakfast

Dad!Simon Would Dress his 7-month-old son up in a cute Tuxedo, Walking into the bedroom as you lay there half awake, He would be Holding the baby in one arm and a Breakfast Tray in the other, His muscles flexing.

Dad!Simon Would clean up your Breakfast demanding you to Relax and get ready for the day.

Dad!Simon Would Smirk as he watched you at the Spa Appointment "Your son" Booked you in for the day.

Dad!Simon would Make Dinner for the Night as you sat on the couch with your baby cuddled up in the new fluffy Pyjama set "Your son" Also brought you.

Dad!Simon Would Kiss your neck softly as you stood over your Sons crib watching him sleep peacefully.

Dad!Simon Would lay you down gently on your shared bed, Massaging your calves before slowly moving his hands upwards over the hem of your Pyjama set wrapping his fingers around them and gently pulling them down past the swell of your ass all the way down until he could toss them on the floor somewhere.

Dad!Simon would kneel on the floor with your his over the edge of the bed as he ate you out passionately, Smirking more and more as you became louder and louder with pleasure.

Dad!Simon would mutter into your ear gently as he had you pinned down on the bed stomach down, Your face resting on a pillow as he pounded you from behind grunting gently once in a while.

Dad!Simon would tell you how Sexy you were as he caressed your body while his hips were still pounding into you.

Dad!Simon would kiss your head gently as you would lay on top of his naked chest, covered in Scars and hair while you slept peacefully exhausted from your day.

Again as I said I have literally never written Smut before so I am aware it's a little bleak and not very detailed but hopefully it will improve as I write more! (Also to Any Mothers Reading this *Seriously doubt it lol* I hope you Had an Amazing day!) (Also Feedback is welcomed!)

[binniebakery]

lights off

College AU Bestfriend!Beomgyu x Gn!Reader .. not exactly fluff! kinda suggestive? ♡ Warnings: thunder? rain? ig being in the dark? my first time writing kissing .. my first time actually writing ANYTHING so it might be bad im so sorry guys ♡ A/N: this is my first little fic (if you could call it that)! i literally hate it but i think i got the point across LOLL regardless i hope someone will enjoy please lmk what you think <3 lowercase intended + not proofread ~

7:32 pm. sighing softly, you placed your phone that was softly playing your favorite tunes back down on the small table over your lap. you tapped your pencil on the table in frustration as you once again for the fifth time readjusted your legs on the bed of your best friend's bedroom. time was going by excruciatingly slow and it didnt help that this math problem was taking you a million years to solve. the sun had already set outside and heading back to your dorm seemed less favorable by the minute. hearing a soft shuffle from the other side of the room you looked up at your best friend. rain began to patter outside. looks like you'll be staying for longer than you intended. beomgyu, who had his deep-colored headphones on was moving his head to the music as he wrote down notes from his study guide. his hair softly wrapped around his features most attractively. you began to mentally trace the lines of his nose, his eyes… his lips.. the dim lighting of the room adding more charm to his aura. "y/n..? are you okay? i could feel you burning holes into my head." beomgyu said as he shook off his headphones to fully put his attention was on you. snapped out of your daze, you mentally kicked yourself as you felt embarrassment creep onto your cheeks. how long had you been staring at him for..? "sorry gyu. if i was staring i didnt mean to" you softly laughed, trying to seem nonchalant and cool about the situation. beomgyu, seeing your embarrassment, chuckled at your reaction. "youre okay, i know you look at me because im cute" he grinned and you rolled your eyes. "oh shut up! you know i was daydreaming. i cant focus on this assignment anyways, its too hard. i think im gonna just finish it tomorrow." you smiled as you threw a pillow at him. he was always cheeky when he had the opportunity. anything to see you react. "daydreaming? so you do think im cute?" he grinned wider after recovering from your pillow attack. you huffed and placed the table that was on your lap onto the ground. "you know youre so-.. ugh and what if i do think you're cute?! what would you even do about it, huh?" you retaliated as you sat on the edge of his bed, now fully facing him. you faked a pout as you were feeling a bit bolder than usual today. your homework giving you enough pent-up rage to have the energy to give in to his bickering.

"okay well i dont know how much truth there is to that but if you really meant that id probably kiss you." your eyes widened at his response. you see beomgyu's face turn into an unreadable expression. he hadnt realized you were only half joking and fully meant the compliment, but it was too late and by the time he caught wind that you were actually flustered he felt his stomach flip. even he was shocked by his own words. he slipped. had he said too much? after a few seconds of silence that felt like minutes. the rain outside seemed to get louder. his eyes finally met yours and you looked away. you felt your heart pounding at the thought of you saying too much. both of you overthinking the situation and awkwardness that you both never have had before taking place. you and beomgyu have never had an awkward moment like this. normally you both laugh things off but this time felt different. "you trust me right?" his voice sounded sincere. this tone was rare for you to hear from him but you knew immediately he was being genuine with his question. "h- huh? yeah of course.. why?" you responded. "okay well.." you noticed beomgyu was now fiddling with his headphones, it seemed like he was turning all the gears in his head to get out what he wanted to say. "y/n.. theres a chance you may have not been telling the truth but if you were- look regardless if you meant it, i meant what i said." you could feel your stomach turning. he hardly flirted with you but when he did it always felt different from his usual teasing. you never said anything though, in fear of ruining your friendship. yet you always thought about what it would be like if he also returned the feelings you felt.

the room's atmosphere seemed to change. suddenly you were both hyper-aware of his neon led light being the only source of light aside from his computer. your playlist had stopped and the silence felt unbearable. in one swift move, he stood up, and turned off the led light on his wall.

the room was a lot darker now, his computer screen's light being the only way of telling you what he was going to do next. you watched as he plopped down next to you. he was so close that you could see the slight tinge of pink on his ears. your senses began to be filled with the light scent of his cologne. "i.. look- the only way i can say or do this is if the lights are off- im not trying to be weird its just you make me so nervous.. i cant look at you." he mumbled as he looked at your hands resting on your lap. it was so dark and both your hearts were racing. "gyu.. " was all you could muster with his hands now softly on yours.

"can i…" beomgyu began as he leaned in closer, only centimeters away from your face. his eyes staring intently into yours. he had this look of pure admiration, nervousness and love. it was all too surreal. realizing what he was asking, you silently nodded as you stared at his lips. he pressed his forehead on yours, the thick tension in the air causing your body to tingle in anticipation. as you felt his hair softly tickle your features from him leaning in, your lips connected. he kissed you oh so softly as he held your cheek gently. your hands, as if moving on their own, were softly placed on his arms. his lips softly moving along your own. he was patient. it felt as if he was waiting for you to respond, unsure if what he was doing was okay with you. you moved your head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss, causing him to sigh. it was all he needed to know you felt the same. his hands moved to your waist as you settled your fingers into his long hair. softly pushing him towards you to intensify the kiss. all that could be heard was the rain outside aside from the soft exchange of sighs and hands roaming. "ive liked you for so long.. you have no idea.." he began between kisses. it was all passionate, slow, and tender as if he was handling you like glass. his hands pulled your waist impossibly closer to his. he separated first, leaving you craving for more. "trust me, i liked you so much i was so scared you didnt feel the same way despite you teasing me the way you did." you chuckled as you pecked his cheek. "you drive me insane.." he softly spoke. "y/n, every time i tried to say something.. my brain just went to mush.. its so bad i swear. i could only be this confident with the lights off.." beomgyu laughed as his eyes began to trail your facial features. he was admiring every curve and feature, and at that point, both your faces were impossibly red. "gyu.. can you just.. kiss me again..?" your voice came out hardly a whisper. "i like you so much i feel like im going insane from the way you just confessed." he smiled fondly at your words and nodded, leaning in once again. as soon as your lips touched you could both practically feel the electricity pouring through your bodies. as if on cue, thunder struck the moment you connected again. your arms wrapped impossibly tight around him, slightly tugging and playing with his hair. his arms remained at your waist, slightly circling over the shirt you wore. you could feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric.

his tongue slightly swiped along your lips for permission, and you parted your lips in response. having his tongue explore your mouth had your brain going numb. time felt like it had stopped, with just the rain as your only witness to the quiet whispers and confessions that only you two could hear. when you both finally were running out of breath, you separated with beomgyu looking into your eyes. you stared back, lips equally as glossy as his. "are you.. going back to your dorm yet?" thunder struck once again, as if responding to his question. you smiled. "its raining a little too hard dont you think?" beomgyu chuckled, realizing how silly his question was. "yeah. youre right, i think you should stay." you bit your lip as you pulled off each other, both of you immediately missing the warmth. beomgyu shook his head fixing his now fluffed hair thanks to you as he ran his fingers through. he then stood up to turn the led light he had turned off previously back on. "so.. how about we watch a movie?" he spoke as the light clicked. you could almost burst into laughter from the question given the events that just happened a minute prior. give it to choi beomgyu, your best friend, to turn a situation less awkward by simply being his charismatic self. the personality you fell for since day one of knowing him.

"sure gyu, but.." you trailed off, shy about what you were about to say next. honestly, could this get any more awkward? "yeah?" he turned to you and tilted his head in that attractive way he does. "leave the lights off." you looked at him with a shy smile. he flushed at your words. and for the last time again, lightning struck. "yeah.. lights off" he replied, led light clicking once again.

[nthspecialll]

When it comes to Abigail Marston leaving John in 1907, a lot of people throw mean comments at her, say that she was unfair for doing so and a lot of other things, however I think that people fail to consider the time that this game is set. This is not our modern day woman, this is 1907, and it might sound like I am stating the obvious but by the hatred that she gets it I think it needs to be said again.

1907!

Do you know the rights that women had then? Or the lack of. Women were bound to their husbands, they weren't allowed to own close to anything and were only allowed to vote in about 4 different states, some women that is. Women were seen as a servant to her husband.

It was also hard for women to earn money, the average woman over 16 working in a factory (as the majority was) earned 5-6 or 6-7 dollars a week, a week! Eggs on average costed 29 cents by the doz, a pound of round steak cost 15 cents and half a gallon of milk costed 15 cents as well.

What about rent? New Austin, which Blackwater and the surrounding area is in, is based of Texas which in 1904 had a rent per room pr month of 28 dollars.

So why would Abigail ever go through all of that? Because of John, because of Jack. Abigail stuck around John for eight years, practically begging him to fix himself, to become better because she knew that she was pretty much dependant on him, because she needs his support to be able to live and she wants to give her boy a chance at a better life but she can't with John constantly picking fights and literally putting her and her son's lives at risk.

A lot of people make it seem like she just suddenly took that chocie, but she didn't, it was a choice that most likely took her years not just due to the financial burden but also the social burden that comes with being a single mom in a time where pre-material sex was seen as a death sin. She could very well be killed merely for being seen with Jack and without a husband.

And not just that, but it was probably also a hard choice because despite of everything she loves John, she really does, yes she screams at him for going out with Saide but who wouldn't. "She won't allow him freedom," no she is scared he is going to die, for us it is easy to say "he isn't going to" because he is a main character and we can just redo if we die taking on twenty skinner brothers or whatnot, but it isn't like that for her. I want you to imagine that your partner/friend/parent told you they were going to fight a gang of who knows how many, you are going to be scared no matter how skilled that friend is because you don't want to lose them. John himself admits it is dangerous work by saying "we always find a way to almost get killed, dont we?" Which Sadie agees to.

Abigail took the choice to leave, putting herself in a terrible situation, not for herself, but for her son. She gave up her one true love so that her son could have a chance at life, have a chance to be better than her and John. It was not easy and it is not something we should shame her for, if anything we should praise her for putting her son before herself.

I love John, I really do, but I think it shows just how shitty of a father he really was, and that Abigail leaving was exactly the push he needed to get himself together, it was the wake-up call he needed. He knew how shitty women had it, he would have to realize how terrible he must have been for her to prefer that over him.

Now am I saying Abigail did everything right? No, she did not. Although I understand her fustrations with him doing bounties she has to realize she is not in a place to be picky about jobs. She did ask John to take on a huge debt for the farm and John is right in one thing "it is legal work that I can handle," and while the farm is taking some time to get up and running it is the best form of income that they have access to.

Now to talk about her annoyance with John going after Micah, it is understandable as it could trigger a decline to their former life of crime or just lead to straight up death. It is unnecessary, revenge is unnecessary, meaning that John is risking their entire life for "nothing." He argues back with "I am doing it for Arthur" but again, yes Micah killed Arthur but killing Micah wont change that, killinh Micah will not bring Arthur back nor put him in a better situation, it is revenge, it is not nessesary, it doesn’t do any good.

If John had died she would not only have lost her husband but also the farm, as women could not own property. I am not that knowledgable on debt laws in 1907, but I would imagine that in some way or another the massive debt John got would end up with her or Jack either way, putting her in a terrible situation.

@heavenlymorals made a similar post back in may 11th where they also explore and explain Mary Linton and Abigail in 1899, it is really amazing and also puts some other light on it.

Sources:

Rent, page 369: https://fraser.stlouisfed.org/title/annual-report-commissioner-labor-6306/eighteenth-annual-report-commissioner-labor-608452?start_page=370

Food, page 233: https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=umn.31951000014585x&seq=233

Wages, page 15: https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=nnc1.cu56779232&seq=15

[charmedreincarnation]

Hey angels! I’m still on break but I wanted to show you guys how powerful the law is, and how it’s in effect with everything even when we don’t notice!

Here’s everything I’ve manifested in this year alone !

🌸70,000$ in school scholarships. My tuition does not even cost that much so most of it will be coming back to my credit card shortly

🌸an older sister. I’m the oldest child in my household, and as any older sibling knows it’s so hard. You have to lead, yet have no one to look up to for advice yourself. Anyways my dad got in touch with his old wife, and my mom who was once reluctant to let my half siblings in my life, now encouraged it! My older half sister is literally just like me. We now FaceTime, she defends me when I’m scared, she buys me stuff all the time because she has hella money, and I go to her apartment for sleep overs. I am very lucky and happy to finally have the older sister I’ve always wanted.

🌸an old friendship! I remember in 2020 I was friends with this girl and we were both super depressed, had similar circumstances, and were into manifesting+astrology. I’m sure she’s one my twin flame, and the friendship ended over the dumbest thing ever. Anyways for a year I used dumb methods like the 333 method, sp methods to get her to text me, stuff like that. I ended up giving up but earlier this year I was thinking about her, yanno just wondering where she is. She sent me a heart felt apology the next day. I manifested her without even trying!

🌸All As in school without trying.

🌸losing weight the more I eat. Y’all I’m 5’5 and 112 pounds, yet I eat like an Olympic gold medalists. I don’t even eat healthy and knowing myself.. well that’s something that’s not going to change lol. Anytime I would eat a lot, I would just say the more I eat, the more I lose and the healthier I am…and I never gained a single pound. Only lost! Don’t worry I’m still healthy and my doctors say I’m in a healthy range still, so as long as that continues healthily I’m fine.

🌸my family winning the lottery through the void state. I won’t say specific numbers but it’s in the 7 figure range, and was my first void success! I’m going to keep manifesting and exploring the void to have more stuff in the future!

🌸(dumb) but clearing my name in the unique situation. i remember just affirming the truth always comes out and she got exposed a few hours later. aside from the hate from her anons, I left the situation unscathed for the most part 😮‍💨

🌸not having seasonal depression this year. I did not manifest my depression or anxiety away for personal reasons, before anyone starts! But due to the combination of manifesting and just having a better overall life, it honestly did not affect me much this year.

🌸getting results from subliminals without even listening to them. I left my subliminal era a couple of years ago, and I don’t really use them anymore. But sometimes I come across a really cool one with dope benefits, and I want to use it bc.. why not lol. But I don’t really like listening to them, so I just wrote down that I can listen to it once and after that my brain memorizes the sequence and it works it out repeatedly even when it’s not playing and I’ve definitely noticed results.

🌸manifesting my best friend’s cancer away! I already made a post about this, but this was my favorite manifestation of this year.

🌸every single one of my shifts

🌸so many free things!

🌸and so much more, but these are my favorites!

[thecapricunt1616]

Daddy!Carmy holding his baby for the first time

Another unformated daddy!carmy blurb below I’m sick thanks to @carmenberzattosgf !!!

After an agonizing hour and fifteen minutes of pushing, your son had been born luckily scream crying. You had been more relieved then you ever felt in your life to finally get him out. Who knew 7 and a half pounds could feel bigger then a bowling ball sitting on your cervix for more then a day.

Although active labor only lasted 4 hours, and pushing lasted nearly an hour and a half - the contractions lasted nearly thirty hours. Carmy of course was near your side the entire time, allowing you to squeeze his hand and arm as hard as you needed to.

He brought you ice water while you bounced on your yoga ball and grunted through contractions, he knelt holding your hand while you tried to ease the pain through a hot bath, bundled up and held your hand as you curb walked in the chilly Chicago Fall weather.

He made you the spiciest Mexican food you could handle at your request, and ate it with you - sniffles and watery eyes and all. He gave you perennial massages (both of you shuddered at the idea to begin with - but you were both ready for this torture to be over so anything that would speed up the process you tried). He’d had sex with you which funny enough eased the contraction pain for the duration which you appreciated.

He tried stimulating your nipples, the man literally called his sister and listed off the things the two of you had tried already to try and get advice. To which, she gave the golden advice of ‘just have sex again! Like- as much as you can. For some reason it works. They may be grossed out by it I don’t know!’ And with 2 more rounds you were 4 minutes apart which per your midwife was the golden time to go.

She had met you there, and made sure to advocate to your nurses your birthing plan of a water birth and not having anyone other then her and Carmy in the room other then the one doctor and 2 nurses needed to observe the midwife as she’d helped deliver. Carmy had nearly passed out probably 3 times the midwife had told you after, you were too busy - well..getting a baby out of you, but thankfully he kept it together.

2 pushes before the baby had been delivered, you panicked. You had felt the ring of fire, it felt like it would never stop- and you felt like the baby had been in the same spot for the last 5 pushes you’d done, all which your midwife had counted to ten- and your baby still wasn’t out. Carmy though, even in his own panic somehow got it together enough to kiss your forehead and tell you that this was the most amazing thing he had ever been able to witness and that he knew with how strong you’d been this entire laboring process this final stint would be a breeze if you just focus on him and listen to him reminding you how amazing you are and how much he loves you and how lucky this baby is to have you as their mom and without you even realizing, your baby was out.

You realized when the midwife called your attention, and you weren’t surprised to see Carmy having his hands below, ready and waiting to catch his babe and and him to the midwife to which she put him on your chest and the little baby boy screeched. It was the best thing you’d ever heard, you looked at your baby and it was like you and him were the only thing in the world, you didn’t even realize you were sobbing. You didn’t even realize your midwife had to rub Carmys back to coax his face away from being pressed to yours to cut the cord.

He gladly accepted, remembering how they taught him in birthing class and the midwife added the clamp as the nurse came over and suctioned the baby’s mouth out. He helped you unhook your nursing bra and get the baby settled against your skin “Levi” he whispered through his tears and you looked up at him

“He’s a boy?” You question, looking at the little baby who was lifting and dropping his head in search of some well needed food after his long awaited grand entrance.

“He’s a boy” he smiled tearfully, rubbing his little back and massaging the stickiness in that you’d learned in birthing class was actually really good for their skin and immunity.

“I- I feel-“ you pouted “like- like I missed it” you started to cry guiltily, looking at your son “I’m so sorry angel” you sniffle, as your baby carelessly sucks at your breast with closed eyes and clutches Carmys finger.

“No-no baby” he pet your hair gently, “remember? They said it’s just the adrenaline. Shhh. You’ll remember. Want me to tell you? I’ll tell you everything honey and I bet it’ll come back t’you, yeah?” He coaxes, kissing your temple “you did so amazing baby -“ his voice wavered as he tried his best to hold back tears “I promise I’ve never seen anything more fuckin beautiful yeah? It’ll come back I know it will” he kissed the top of your head sweetly.

One of the nurses came over, taking baby’s temperature and making sure he was adjusting okay before taking him to do his shots since he was done nursing for the time being, and the other nurse and midwife helped you deliver the placenta while he followed them to give the shots like you’d discussed.

The next time you saw him was a good 45 minutes later, after the baby had been weighed, given his shots, gotten his apgar test, physical exam, got his eye drops, and done his genetic screening - and Carmy was following the nurse as she wheeled little Levi in the room.

“My boys!” You said tiredly, sitting up and untying your specially bought birthing gown Carmy had found online. The nurse holds up her hand for you to stop

“Little ‘Bear’ here has a full tummy still, he won’t be hungry for another three hours or so. Daddy here is gonna get some skin to skin, mommy why don’t you sleep” she explained and Carmy kissed your head.

“I got em sweetheart” he told you and set down a ‘mommy cocktail’ as the nurse had told him, which was 2 hospital cranberry juices, 2 orange juices, and one pineapple, packed with ice. You took a sip and hum, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back onto the one of many pillows Carmy made sure to bring for you that he bought for this exact reason (sugar told him hospital pillows were uncomfortable - he took the one they left on the bed that he replaced with the comfortable $20 ones he brought for you and realized she was in fact right, his neck had kinks he didn’t know could exist.)

“Love you” you puckered your lips and he kissed you sweetly, lingering just long enough to satisfy you before sitting down on the recliner. He tugged off his classic white shirt, reclining back and the nurse unwrapped the babe, placing him on Carm’s chest to which he scrunched up. You were so exhausted, you couldn’t have witnessed it if you tried. But, Carmy was committing the entire interaction to memory, he would replay this interaction over and over in his mind for the rest of his life.

“Hey, heeey there little man” he whispered and the nurse smiled, covering the babe with the blanket he had been swaddled in when he came in with him and kissing his head. He nearly giggled, looking up at the nurse. “He..he smells good. Is that weird? Er like…creepy?” He could barely contain the happy tears rolling down his face that hadn’t stopped since he caught him when he first came into the world.

The nurse just smiled, shaking her head amusedly. “That’s parenthood. Welcome honey. You seem to be a natural. The third drawer is stuffed with Huggies and desitin- only buy desitin hear me?” She opened the drawer. “Second is for” she silently points to you as to not disturb you. “We have witch hazel pads, ice packs, numbing spray - I expect this cart to be cleared out tomorrow when you leave, mm?” She shuts it and he nods with a thankful smile.

“Thank you” he said just before Levi throws up milk all over his chest, causing him to scrunch his nose and hold back a gag.

“Rule one” she took the baby, patting his back and handing him a burp cloth. “Staying ready means you don’t have to get ready, dad. Always have a burp cloth ready honey” she pointed to her own shoulder, covered with another cloth as she pats his little back, bouncing him gently.

Carmy nodded, holding his breath as to not smell the sweet bitter baby vomit smell.

“Noted.”

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

When will leave Jackson diary incorrect quotes part 2?

IT MAKES ME WHEEZE WHEN I READ PART 1

If you check the reblogs to the original post, I made a part 2

This is part 3

NJ (Nightmare Jackson), writing fanfiction: #murder as a love language, #hurt no comfort, #MCR voice: I'M NOT OKAAAYYYY, #author does NOT need sleep, #physically running away from feelings because what even are those

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Exer: If you need me to babysit Charlie, I'm available 24/6

Bailey: Don't you mean 24/7?

Exer: No, Saturdays are date nights with David

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David, half asleep: Peer pressure me into completing tasks

Brenda: Do it or you're straight.

David, immediately getting up: I SAID PEER PRESSURE NOT THREATEN

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Charlie: Can I have some?

Exer, eating Cup O Cat cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it

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Jolie: What is love?

Ken: An emotional minefield

Jackson: A neurochemical reaction

Timothy: baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more-

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K3vin, talking to the REDs, Brenda, Pamela, and the Detention Kids: you and your dreadful little polycule haven't seen the last of me

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Jackson: I wanna sleep for 40 hours

NJ: You know that's called a coma, right?

Jackson: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now

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Ken: I thought I was doing amazing socially at a party and then this girl asked me if I was autistic

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Dylan: Sh*t, I don't have enough money to pay rent . . .

Marco, biting his lip, looking Dylan up and down: Well . . . I'm sure we can find a . . . solution

Bailey: THIS. IS. MONOPOLY. HORNY JAIL. RIGHT NOW

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Ken: You're my hero!

Brenda: All I did was catch your plate of chicken nuggets before they hit the ground

Ken: But you did it heroically

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Jolie: Didn't you die?

K3vin: That was weeks ago. Things change.

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Ken: Did it hurt?

Stars: *chokes on spit* excuse me? Do not pull that "when you fell from heaven" shit on me-

Ken: When you crawled up from hell?

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David: I swear on my friends' lives that I don't have a crush on Exer

Brenda, hands on her neck: I can't BREATHE

Ronald: I . . . I see the light

Jackson, literally a theater kid: *choking sounds before he collapses on the floor*

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Jackson: I just had a thought, which, as you can imagine, was stressful

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Ken: Yeah, crushes are the worst, I always act stupid when I'm near mine

Brenda: But you always act stupid

Ken, sweating: . . .

Brenda: . . . wait-

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Jolie: *very pensive*

Timothy: What's up?

Jolie: I just saw Ken pour 4 pounds of sugar into a dryer and he said he was making cotton candy

Timothy: . . . Did it work?

Jolie: . . . NO??

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NJ: I like men in the sense that I can perform unethical experiments on them

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NJ: everyone is addicted to my Fun and Flirty personality. lives have been destroyed

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Ken: so I was talking to Brenda-

Tim: the rizzlerrrr

Ken: . . .

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NJ: *humming along to Monster High songs*

Jackson: *walks into the room* what are you listening to?

NJ: Fallout Boy

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Now if they could text:

Harry: Happy birthday, son . . . Exer: ?? is it my last? - Christine: Good morning pumpkin remember to drink water . . .

David: did you poison it? - Christine: Hey just picked up David and Exer from school they got into a fight Harry: 👍 Christine: What -

Norman, texting Mariah: Get bell soon. wet* wep* Oh forget it. You can just perish. - David, in a group chat with the REDs, Brenda, Pamela, and the Detention Kids: I want a bf Brenda: Do you mean boyfriend or best friend? Exer: I can be both Ken: damn that's crazy Timothy: @/inhiseyesaflamingglow ron come get the tea but be careful it's BURNING HOT 🔥 David: [dumb blond is replying to magic boi] {I can be both} ??? WAHT??!?? - Ken: hey Haru, two days later: what. Ken: can you get toilet paper like two days ago? mom wanted me to ask - Ken: I need to tell you smth important Elijah: yeah go on Ken: here I'll just send it. https://social.mtdv.me/articles/UGjq058oAB Elijah: . . . why.

[vanillyechocolate]

Just another scene ( Valentines Special !! )

just an imagine for one of my fav white boys enjoy !! 🤷 🫶

LOVEEE this song !.

Pairing: Walker Scobell x GN!Reader Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day on set, and the entire cast and crew are convinced Walker and Y/N like each other. The only problem? They’re both too oblivious to see it. Naturally, this means it’s up to everyone else to get them together. But when a behind-the-scenes blooper catches something… unexpected, maybe they aren’t so oblivious after all.

Warning: MINDLESS fluff ..

The Percy Jackson set was drowning in Valentine’s Day chaos. Heart-shaped confetti littered the floor, courtesy of Aryan’s aggressive decorating skills. Leah was marching around with a toy bow and arrow, self-declared as Cupid for the day, and even the directors were suspiciously chill about people slacking off.

Y/N barely noticed. Mostly because Walker was sitting next to them, sipping a Gatorade like they weren’t currently fighting a battle against their own heartbeat.

And, as usual, Walker was completely unaware of the way Y/N kept stealing glances at him.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Aryan announced, flopping into the chair between them and slinging an arm around both of their shoulders. “What’s the plan for today? Romantic dinner? Long walk on the beach?”

Y/N choked on their water. “What?”

Walker, looking equally confused, blinked. “Did I miss something?”

Leah sighed, shaking her head. “It’s Valentine’s Day, you dummies. And literally everyone on set knows you two like each other.”

Y/N scoffed, cheeks warming. “I—We don’t—” They glanced at Walker, who still looked adorably confused, and quickly turned away. “You guys are being ridiculous.”

Aryan smirked knowingly. “Right.”

Before Y/N could argue, the director called them in for a scene.

It was a classic Percabeth moment—Percy looking all flustered around Annabeth, Annabeth rolling her eyes but secretly smiling. Unfortunately, this only fueled the cast’s matchmaking agenda.

When they wrapped, Aryan clapped his hands together. “Okay, but imagine if Walker was like that with Y/N in real life.”

Y/N huffed. “Oh my gods.”

Walker scratched the back of his neck, cheeks dusted pink. “I mean… I don’t think I’d be that flustered.”

Leah squinted at him. “You sure about that?”

Before he could respond, the director suspiciously scheduled a last-minute scene—a new addition to the episode where Percy and Y/N’s character had to hold hands and stare at each other longingly.

“You guys planned this,” Y/N accused as Aryan and Leah grinned like devils.

“No idea what you mean,” Aryan said innocently.

“Yup, totally coincidental,” Leah added, not-so-subtly winking at the director.

Walker, standing beside Y/N, nudged them. “Guess we better get in character.”

Y/N swallowed hard. Their heart was pounding.

It was just a scene. But as they took their marks, hands brushing, eyes meeting—Y/N wasn’t so sure anymore.

Because Walker was looking at them like they were the only person on set.

And suddenly, maybe everyone had a point.

Maybe they weren’t so oblivious after all.

BLOOPER REEL: "CUT! …Wait, Did He Just Confess?"

The “romantic” scene was not going well.

No, seriously—it was painfully bad.

Walker and Y/N couldn’t stop laughing. Every time they tried to hold hands and stare longingly at each other, one of them would break first.

“Guys, please,” the director groaned. “Let’s just get through this.”

Y/N and Walker nodded, biting their lips to keep from giggling.

“Action!”

Walker reached for Y/N’s hand. Their fingers brushed. Y/N looked up at him, ready to deliver their line—

And then Aryan, standing just off-camera, made the world’s most obnoxious kissing noises.

Y/N lost it. “Oh my gods—STOP!” They burst into laughter, covering their face.

Walker groaned, throwing his head back. “Dude, come on.”

The director sighed but was clearly holding back a smile. “Alright, let’s reset.”

Take 2. Then Take 3. Then Take 7 because Leah, Aryan, and half the crew had made it their personal mission to sabotage the scene with not-so-subtle coughs of "just kiss already!"

Finally, after what felt like forever, they almost got through the scene.

Walker held Y/N’s hand. Looked into their eyes. Leaned in, and—

“I mean, I do like them, but—”

Silence.

Absolute dead silence.

Y/N blinked. “Wait, what?”

Walker froze. His soul left his body.

Aryan and Leah screamed. The crew gasped. Someone definitely dropped a mic.

The director didn’t even yell “Cut.” He just let the chaos unfold.

Walker’s face went bright red. “I—I mean—I was just—THAT WAS A LINE??”

“No, it wasn’t.” Y/N’s voice cracked.

Aryan was already rolling on the floor. “OH, WE GOT THAT ON CAMERA. WE GOT THAT ON CAMERA!”

Leah wiped fake tears. “History. Cinematic history was just made.”

Walker, still flustered, groaned and hid his face in his hands. “I hate you guys.”

But Y/N… they were still staring at him. Heart racing.

Because oh.

Maybe… maybe they weren’t the only oblivious one after all.

Bonus: Later That Night…

Y/N found Walker sitting on one of the prop boulders after filming.

He looked up as they approached, still red-faced from earlier. “Here to roast me?”

Y/N huffed a laugh. “Nah. Just wanted to check if you were still alive after your, uh… moment.”

Walker groaned. “I swear, I was gonna say something eventually, but not like that.”

Y/N tilted their head. “So you were gonna say something?”

He hesitated, then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I… like you. A lot. And I kinda suck at being subtle.”

Y/N’s heart did an Olympic-level flip. “Well, good news—me too.”

Walker blinked. “Wait. You like me?”

Y/N rolled their eyes, nudging his shoulder. “Dude. Everyone knew except us.”

Walker laughed, shaking his head. “We’re actual idiots.”

“Yeah, but at least we’re idiots together now.”

And maybe, just maybe, Valentine’s Day on set hadn’t been such a disaster after all.

⁻ ᴹʸ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗʸ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶦˢᵗ

[absolutebl]

Ranking Every Restaurant Based BL

As of August 2024. Shows not yet finished by that date are not on this list. Otherwise, features any BL set in the restaurant & beverage industry (that I've watched). I did not include the home cook domestic BLs on this list (like Our Dining Table).

1 To My Star

Korea 2021 Viki

10/10

Hwang Da Seul directing this show about a neurotic actor (actual puppy) who takes refuge with a grumpy chef resulting in sparks, cooking lessons, and LOVE! It’s is a touch quirky to get into, but utterly charming once it hits its stride. This is the ultimate grumpy/sunshine pairing plus the most appealing light-filled kitchen of our dreams. I adore this show so much. Limited use of BL tropes makes this feel more of a sweet contemporary gay romance between an actor plagued by scandal and the grumpy chef who adopts him, but the gentleness will appeal to fans of the BL genre.

2 What Zabb Man!

Thai 2022 YouTube

8/10

Star Hunter's WZM was better than we had any right to expect, with decent pacing and a foodie theme threaded through the narrative as both love language and plot driver. Basically CEO falls in love with a street vendor’s food, recruits him to work in his hotel, falls in love with him, and that’s just the beginning. Class struggles! Kitchen drama! Papaya pounding (not a euphemism)! Chef poaching (not literally)! Spicy scenes (yes both kinds)! It’s all so delicious.

3 DNA Says Love You

Taiwan 2022 Gaga

8/10

Okay it's only in a cafe about 1/2 the time but it is the main setting if not the plot. DNA deserves extra marks for an upbeat approach to a queer story arc that other shows have systemically mishandled with sadness (in the guise of realism). There is a twist, which I found predictable, but knowing what would happen didn't spoil this show. The leads are luminous and engaging, and it’s full of queer found family representation and an unexpected amount of domesticity, plus it’s Taiwan, so the kisses are great. The first few eps are rough going but have patience, it's worth it I promise! The second half is really special and life/love affirming - and the end is big-grin charming.

4 The Tasty Florida

Korea 2021 Viki https://www.viki.com/tv/38119c-the-tasty-florida

8/10

Not really a love triangle featuring the prettiest men ever to be grouped together outside of K-pop, honestly the visuals are ridiculous, there’s a story, it has to do with food, whatever, they so pretty. I have a weakness for this BL and it's entirely Speed's fault.

5 My Day

Pinoy 2020 YouTube

8/10

The set up on this one is enemies (also boss/employee) and they don’t like each other to start. But that gets resolved pretty quickly. And then they are some of the cutest, hottest, and best boyfriends ever. This is an under-appreciated BL, IMHO. It's also more set in the office of a food creation company, but there is a lot about food.

6 My Tooth Your Love

Taiwan 2023 Viki

8/10

Earnest dentist hottie with sad eyes who worries too much is smitten by an adorable sunshine neurotic bar owner with serious anxiety issues. They fall madly in love while courting each other with food, plushies, and naps. Then, shocker, talk about their feelings and try to actually sort out their problems so they can have an adult relationship. Bonus crumbs = 18 year old poor little rich kid in mad crush with a much older man. I really enjoyed this show, it had a unique premise, killer dialogue, there was a solid lead pair with charmg chemistry, soft flirtation, delightful smiling kisses, and stinkingly cute domesticity. All that said, I wasn’t wild about some of the darker themes it explored, even though it did a good job with them. And while the sides were adorable, they were underused. In the land of May/December, baby boy kabedon is my kryptonite! Why so little of it? (Kabedon is My Krytonite = also the name of my indie band’s first single.)

7 All the Liquors

Korea 2023 Viki & Gaga

8/10

A pretty classic foodie set KBL that managed to distinguish itself from others in this category by having a particularly satisfying final episode centered around found family. Sunshine sweetie soju rep gets involved with a shy introvert chef who doesn’t drink. This has a somewhat uneven plot and ridiculous central conceit (much in the way of Tasty Florida), but if you are looking for a restaurant BL with Korea’s signature softness, then this is a great option. FYI I may identify with our baby party boy hedonist more than any other BL lead ever presented.

8 Although I Love You and You - Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka

Japan 2024 Gaga

8/10

The promise of this show, younger cook courts older divorced office worker, should have been my catnip. I mean if someone pitched this to me in an elevator I would have downloaded it by the second storey. Unfortunately, it did not exactly fulfil that promise, not in the way I'd hoped. Did I still enjoy the ride? Yes, but I feel a little let down.

9 Ocean Likes Me

Korea 2022 Viki https://www.viki.com/tv/38367c-ocean-likes-me

8/10

Stars Kpop’s best known out gay singer, Holland & Han Gi Chan (Where Your Eyes Linger). Noodle shop! Broken dreams! This is a solid little KBL, with a good premise and cast. Manic pixie dream boy can get old fast but when contrasted with awkward grumpy chef? It’s a tasty combo that elevates both ingredients. Holland is a charming screen presence - baby boy is HYPNotiC. And while I wasn’t entirely sold on the chemistry, these two did give us some very good kisses and sweet domesticity. I grinned through most episodes and I didn’t even mind the standard KBL 1 year separation at the end because it felt so true to the characters. Is this Korea's first out gay actor in a BL? I think it might be.

10 My Sweet Dear

Korea 2021 Viki

8/10

I liked this one a lot better than most. Strict professional rivals (chefs) in a very enemies to lovers BL - to the point where we mistrust the sincerity of the seme because he’s so very in it to win. I kinda like that, because kitchens are hotbeds of drama, and I like a seme with some sinister edge. But be warned, it means the whole romance comes off as a little disingenuous.

11 You Are Ma Boy

Vietnam 2021 YouTube

7/10

The leads in this drama crackle on screen together and I kinda adore them. No one has seen this BL, and you should really give it a try. Is there angst? Nope even what could have been angst (a gay idol) doesn’t materialize, it’s just cuties in a cafe confusing each other with cat & mouse games. The side het couple is a touch disturbing, tho.

12 My Lascivious Boss

Vietnam 2021 YouTube

7/10

While it did have pacing issues and some questionable content at the beginning, MLB’s unabashed queerness carried it though and ultimately elevated it with camp. It never felt like mockery or punching down, it felt joyful, and very new wave BL. It’s as if Vietnam is starting a process of handing out HEAs to all the letters of LGBTQ+ in BL style - I love this look for them.

13 Pure Vanilla

Singapore 2023 microfilm Gaga

7/10

It’s very sweet. Bit awkward acting. I love seeing real tats. I wish Singapore would give us a full proper BL.

14 La Cuisine

Thai 2022 Gaga

7/10

A sweet and somewhat pure show, and like the Thai desserts it features, perhaps requires too much patience for a layperson. Because of the pacing and the focus on a bad girl character, I did dock it. But if you like stuff in the Oxygen vein, then this show is for you, and far better than most Thai BL pulps. That said, I suspect that I enjoyed it more than many would.

15 My Universe - Lucky Love

Thai 2023 iQIYI

7/10

A boy suffering heartbreak is asked to look after a friend's restaurant, and meets a young chef whose food brings on a relationship. I enjoyed this 2 part installment, it’s a bit of a sad sack recovery SAGA, but the acting is genuine, the couple believable, and the story felt particularly queer to me. It was really quite charming.

16 Cooking Crush

Thai 2024 YouTube

7/10

1/3 of this is a sweet romance about a student doctor falling in love with a student chef, and the rest of it is utter dross. Look the OffGun bits were GREAT. In fact, I think they’re better AS A PAIR in this show than in any of their other BLs. And I'm a hard sell on any OffGun being better here than PickRome. Saying that, how can I review a show where I could only tolerate 1/3 of it? Because I didn’t like any other aspect of this show, no other pairs and no other plots. That gives me: 9/10 for the OffGun bits, 5/10 for everything else. Frankly, it probably should be an 8 but I gotta go with my gut and it's UPSET about this so 7/10. Sorry boys. It’s GMMTV’s fault. Your heart was in this show, mine wasn’t.

17 Love in Translation

Thai 2023 iQIYI

6/10

A sweet little pulp about a Thai boy with a crush on a Chinese influencer who ends up in a business relationship with her ex-bf. This show had truly great chemistry between the leads, cute found family with good rep, and an exciting (if silly) ending that almost, but didn't quite, make up for how incredibly annoying the main character was in the first half. Gotta say the make-out scene in the convenience store is one of the greatest in Thai BL history, but I can't like a show where I dislike the main character to such a degree, sorry DouOffroad I intend to enjoy your next offering.

18 Please Tell Me So

Korea 2021 microfilm YouTube

Cute barista (played by Han Hyun Jun star of Love Class) has a crush on his customer, musters up the courage to ask him out.

19 Love Advisor

Thai 2021 microfilm YouTube

6/10

Set in a cafe but not about cafe workers, this is an actor’s piece, more like a one act stage performance about friends to lovers and miscommunication.

20 VIP Only

Taiwan 2024 Gaga

6/10

A sweet if aimless story about a writer and a chef finding love via noodles, fake dating, and family challenges. If it had a tighter script and a shorter run, more like a KBL this might’ve been quite special. But it didn’t and it lost me too many times.

21 609 Bedtime Story

Thai 2023 WeTV

6/10

Okay it's sometiems set in a club but that's not really part of the... plot. An interesting time slip concept and a great set up ultimately disappointed. It opened strong, on one of my favourite under appreciated Thai actors: Plustor (as Vee) in a side bartender romance with younger bisexual king, Games. Unfortunately, it went downhill from there. OhmFluke’s solid chemistry and romantically soft kisses were ill served by a reformed rake meets rich-kid cheater pairing. While it was nice to see Ohm play a part with more animated facial expressions, his was the only character that remained consistent. All in all, this was a confusing show about disloyalty and parallel worlds that never made sense or stayed true to its characters. A promising start, confusing middle, and disappointing end. I don’t say this lightly, but Oh My Sunshine Night is better, and OhmFuke deserve better than either.

22 Bake Me Please

Thai 2023 Gaga

6/10

A lackluster story about a group of bakers coping with (mostly) a shoddy script that could not be saved by either the beauty nor the talent of the actors involved. It suffered for lack of narrative backbone and so did I.

23 Bite Me

Thai 2021 Viki

6/10 (yeah I'mm surprise too, I thought I gave this a 5)

Thailand gave us Korean style slowly simmering ultra soft and sweet BL only at a Thai length so the pacing was… not good. Slower than molasses and full of insane subtext, long gazes, missing dialogue, abrupt mood swings, and one very pretty kiss. It curdled around episode 8, the sauce split, and there was no saving it. It did have some of the best food porn I’ve seen in my life, and I watch cooking shows regularly. It was beautiful, the leads were decent, it should have right up my alley, and yet… it left me with a feeling of disaffected ennui - bland and boring and unsatisfying. 11 courses of tasty tasty pacing issues.

24 One Last Order

Korea 2019 microfilm Gaga

5/10

Extremely hot cafe customer has to figure out which of the cutie baristas has a crush on him and sends hime poetry.

25 Craving You

Taiwan 2020 Viki

5/10

Honestly, I haven't rewatched this since it aired and I maybe might cut it more slack now. About a jerk of a cook with a crush on a musician and having to make a cake for a gay wedding.

26 Coffee Melody

Thai 2022 Viki

5/10

Stars Pavel (my love) as a cafe owner (Forth in 2 Moons 2) and Benz as a composer (Call it What You Want). This should have been my kind of BL - on the fluffy end of the spectrum plus honestly queer. Unfortunately, the slow pacing, manufactured angst, odd secondary story arcs, and a selfishly immature unlikeable wet dishcloth main character, meant its flaws outweighed its charm. Jean (flame on snark fairy) is ME, I love him so much but in the end neither he nor Pavel in an apron could save this show for me. It’s not bad. It’s not good either. Ultimately so forgettable I’ve probably already forgotten it. There is also a Coffee Melody holiday special.

27 Evening Cafe

Thai 2021 YouTube

5/10

Cafe setting with no heat and no kisses (almost Chinese in this regard), but a decent lead pair. About a boy who works in a cafe and the new employee who has a crush on him. That’s it, whole story.

28 Love Area: Part 1

Thai 2021 Gaga

5/10

It ended on a cliffhanger and I'm still annoyed by it. But it is somewhat set at a restaurant.

29 Love Next Door 2

Thai 2014 Gaga

4/10

One of Thailand’s early very high heat pieces, it’s odd, but sexy I guess? Some unexpectedly decent queer rep at the cafe including femme characters getting screen time and HEAs. Part one from 2013 has the same high heat content and feature the same lead character (and actor) early on in his queer journey, discovering he is gay with the sex worker next door, but isn't as good nor is it relevant to this story. Which, unfortunately, also isn't very good.

30 The Promise

Thai 2023 WeTV

4/10

Although well acted this show dragged a too simple premise out into the ultimate manipulative miscommunication repeats of idiotic "why don’t you just TALK!?” Phu & Nan are childhood bffs through college (almost lovers) until Phu disappears. After looking/waiting for him, Nan gives up and self isolates, and the actual story takes place 10 years later. Phu’s “reason” and inability to say it out loud makes the whole show just frustrating, squandering good chemistry, and a stellar cast of multiple faen fatals (whose personalities would’ve made them better boyfriends). Seriously do not bother. What a damn waste of talent, time, and electronic bandwidth. Fatally flawed.

31 Love Area: Part 2

Thai 2022 Gaga

3/10

It wasn't as boring as Bite Me, but it wasn’t actually good, either. This started out as Thailand tackles love triangles pulp style, but in part 2 lockdown changed everything. Valen & Kaitoon dropped some great kisses but traded off crazy hair and makeup in a scene-by-scene whiplash that was clearly pickups done months after lockdown, and the second lead vanished. It was... surreal. Side dishes jumped up screen time but tackled mental health... badly. A fantastic new queer side character was randomly introduced, June, who was the best thing to happen to BL linguistics in 2022 but had nothing to do with the rest of the cast, show, or plot. What a mess. In the end, I didn’t know what I was watching, and neither did it.

32 Cafe In Love

Thai 2023 grey

3/10

A café setting featuring 3 couples with a great queer fam but held together by tropes and sexual-harassment, surrounded by dubious consent and statutory rape. Avoid.

33 I Am Your King 2

Thai 2019 grey

3/10

Early love triangle BL about a cafe boy caught between two brothers, mostly not good because the wrong brother wins. Has no connection to the original I Am Your King.

34 Senior Love Me

Thai 2023 YouTube

3/10

Pulp cafe, nothing happens, not even a BL

35 Jealousy is My Guest

Korea 2016 microfilm Gaga

2/10

Just very very odd and kinda deadly.

I also have 3 unrated DNFs in this sub genre:

Accomplishment of Fudanshi Bartender AKA Fudanshi Bartender no Tashinami - Japan 2022

My Story - Pinoy 2023

About Us but Not About Us 0 Pinoy 2022

Restaurant & beverage is my favourite possible setting for a BL. I'm extremely disappointed that the BL world hasn't produced more that I truly love. I'm not demanding 10/10 but I could use some 9/10s.

Side eyes Thailand and Japan.

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[angesaurus]

I do feel a little like ✨trash✨today. Yesterday was a very long day. We literally had to be at the soccer field @ 7:50am for photos. It was hell getting out of the house on time because Dan, who reassured me that “he got it” did indeed not have it, and therefore it was chaos and then Cecilia had her actual game (they won!) and then we had to stay for Gavin’s team photos (I sat in my chair and read on my kindle) and then we ran to Wawa for a quick snack/lunch and then drove 25 minutes away to Gavin’s game (he also won!) and it was VERY hot and the sun was pounding down and it just wore me out a little. And of course my parents came (which is nice that they drove extra for an away game!) and of course they came to my (incredibly messy) house after and we went to linner (late lunch early dinner) and THEN I had a ticket (thanks, coworker!!!!! Saved me $10) to the half price pre sale at the huge consignment sale I go to for the kids clothes so we went to THAT and didn’t get home until like 8 and we just were all so tired and then I ate ice cream which wrecked my stomach and I woke up with one of those scratchy throats that you know is from stale air and the weather being weird and from being burnt out. But then I drank some hot coffee and felt better but I still have 8000 things to do today to get ready for the week. And Dan is coaching all morning and Gavin has parkour tonight. I cleaned the bathroom real quick and need to do tons of laundry and clean most of the rest of the house because I have zero time during the week 🤗 we also have no groceries (Dan is our grocery buyer so he handles that) and I just feel like I very much do not have anything together right now. 5 days of work and only 2 days off is so so hard.