#mmm...yum my y

[baneofexistence]

don't give me that "uranium is radioactive and toxic" bullcrap, I can do whatever I want with it. *i say with an oddly uranium shaped lump in my throat*

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you jealous? pt. 2 | c.s. & m.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader x matt sturniolo

read pt. 1 here <3

summary: y/n hasn't quite figured out how to share, but sure as hell wants matt to learn.

warnings: NO THREESOME; smut; unprotected p in v; oral (f receiving); fingering; dirty talk; all 3 of these mfs are toxic af tbh; choking; SEVERE lack of girl code (booooooo); 18+

notes: omg i have wanted to write a pt. 2 for SO LONG but genuinely could not figure out a way to write it without making it a threesome (not yucking anyone's yum here i just physically recoil any time i've tried writing that stuff) (i do eat it up when other ppl write it tbh). anyways i finally sat down and forced myself to come up with a plot bc this has been hands down my most requested pt 2 of any of my work and my sole purpose on this earth is to please. sooo i hope u all enjoy reading this absolute freak show love u alllllll <333

oh yeah btw this is 7,322 words dkm

“Fuck Chris, keep going.” I whined, digging my nails into his bare shoulders and tightening my legs around his waist as he drove his cock into me relentlessly. His dimly lit room was hot and provocative, filled with the erotic sounds of our bodies slapping against each other. “Mmm baby, you f-feel so good.” Chris groaned, his curly brown hair feathering across my cheek as he buried his face in my shoulder; sinking his teeth into my delicate skin cruelly. I felt a bead of sweat drip down my temple as Chris’s rhythm began to grow sloppier. “You want my cum, pretty girl?” His crude words made my stomach tense as he breathed them against my skin. Wrapping my legs even tighter around his rolling hips, I nodded my head despairingly. “G-god, yes!” I cried out, running my hands through his damp hair.

I let out a sharp moan as Chris brought his thumb to my clit and began rubbing it in rhythmic circles. My body was set on fire, not far from my own orgasm as I felt his cock begin to swell inside of me. “I-I’m close.” I breathed, my jaw slack as I began to lose myself to the pleasure coursing through my veins. My senses began to fail me. Chris’s room suddenly became a black hole. I could no longer feel the soft mattress beneath me or hear the music playing from the tv. As I grew closer and closer to my orgasm, the only sensation that I was able to comprehend was the feeling of Chris’s heavy body pinning me down as his cock slid through my trembling walls. I released a sharp, desperate moan as I felt the rubber band in my stomach grow tense; so close to snapping. All I needed were just a few more sloppy thrusts from Chris, a few more circles against my bundle of nerves and I—

“Shut the fuck up sickos!” I gasped as Chris stilled above me, the sound of my best friend’s bellowing voice and a harsh knock on Chris’s bedroom door pulling us out of our trance. “Y’all need to hurry up, we’re leaving for dinner in 20 minutes!” Nick shouted through the door. Chewing on my bottom lip to stifle a laugh, I looked up at Chris in disappointment. His heaving chest was rising and falling as he smirked down at me, before leaning down and playfully biting my nose. I grabbed onto his forearms — each one confining me underneath him — and tried to gently push him off of me with a sigh.

“We should probably get ready, Chris.” I admitted, feeling the disappointment radiate through my unsatisfied body in ripples. As I attempted to adjust my body, I felt the remnants of my nearly-there orgasm in the pulse of my core around his thick shaft. Before I could make any real progress in climbing off of the bed, Chris paralyzed me with one sharp snap of his hips. I gasped, unable to deny my need to cum, as he snaked his hand to the back of my head and laced his fingers through my roots; keeping me in place. His eyes were still glossed over with desire, and he licked his smirking lips before he spoke. “We will, just as soon as we cum.”

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After hurriedly getting dressed and fixing my makeup, I climbed up the basement stairs on wobbly legs with Chris just behind me. Tugging down my short black dress, I walked into the kitchen and found Nick leaning against the counter with a knowing look in his eye. “You look a mess.” Nick deadpanned, rolling his eyes at me. I felt my cheeks grow red under his playful glare, avoiding eye contact as Chris chuckled behind me. “You’re weird as fuck for even walking downstairs to begin with kid.” Chris snarked back, draping his arm lazily across my shoulders. Nick scoffed. “Sue me for wanting to be on time for our reservation, dumbass.” I stifled a laugh listening to their flying insults. “Maybe if you figured out how to go five minutes without sticking your dick in my best friend you would have seen one of my many texts, and we could have avoided all of this.”

Although I had been trying to hide the fact that Chris and I had been sleeping together from Nick, I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t felt a flood of relief when he had ended up catching us on the couch together a few weeks ago; me with my face pressed into the cushions and Chris lining himself up behind me. Nick had been more than a little pissed at first — likely due to the crude imagery of us burned into his retinas — but after a long, honest conversation filled with more than a few vile insults thrown our way, he calmed down tremendously. Since then, he had seen enough of Chris and I slipping away to the basement that he really didn’t seem bothered by it anymore. I had felt guilty about keeping such a big secret from my best friend, but he seemed to understand why I had.

One thing I still hadn’t told him, however, was what had happened the night of their last party. What he didn’t know was that Chris wasn’t his only brother who had kissed me, touched me, slid himself in between my thighs. Wasn’t his only brother who ran his soft lips against my warm skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his path. Wasn’t his only brother who had whispered filthy words in my ear; who had made me cum so hard that I dissolved into a puddle. Chris wasn’t his only brother who had fucked me, and it was crazy, because I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about any of that since Matt slipped out of his dark room that night.

As if reading my mind, I was pulled from my dirty thoughts by the sound of Matt’s door creaking open. Looking up from my shoes, my eyes immediately locked onto his; twinkling in odd amusement as he seemed to examine my appearance. He walked into the kitchen casually, sliding into a seat at the table before pulling his phone from his pocket. Nick walked up behind him and fixed the back of his hair. “Did you hear how loud these fucking losers were?” He asked Matt. I watched as Matt’s shoulders seemed to tense up before he shook his head wordlessly. To this, Nick groaned. “Then I guess I’m just the lucky one.”

My eyes were glued to Matt’s profile as he seemed to aimlessly scroll on his phone, his body language seemed fairly relaxed but I could see the tense muscles in his flexed jaw. “Uh, anyways,” I began, pulling my attention back to the rest of the room, “We ready to head out?” I looked up at Chris and shot him a quick smile. “Soon,” Matt replied, looking up from his phone and directly at me; his eyes shining with provocation, “Sophie will be here any minute.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang and Matt hoisted himself from the chair and sauntered over to answer it. From where I stood frozen in shock, I heard Sophie’s familiar voice as she greeted Matt, and cringed when I heard the unmistakable sound of them kissing. After a moment, Sophie breezed up the stairs and into the kitchen where we were all still congregated, her sweet-smelling perfume preceding her as she air-kissed first Nick and then Chris. With a smirk, Matt walked up behind her. “Y/n, you remember Sophie, right?”

Even with my racing heart and heavy limbs I ignored his jeering tone, unwilling to give him the reaction that he so clearly desired. “Of course!” I replied, internally cringing at the high pitched faux-excitement in my own voice. “You’re coming to dinner!” I did my best to sound pleased, but by the look Matt gave me outside of Sophie’s view, I knew that I hadn’t convinced him.

Sophie had been an on-and-off again fuck buddy of Matt’s for a few months. She and I actually got along really well, and we spent a lot of time together at parties before the night that Matt and I fucked. When Chris and I began freely hooking up, I was always worried that she and I would cross paths on the nights that I slept over, but it had seemed that Matt and her hadn’t been spending any time together for weeks. Now that they seemed to be back on again, I couldn’t shove down the red hot jealously burning in my veins.

Sophie giggled, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder. “They didn’t tell you, I presume. I should have just texted you myself, can’t trust these guys to relay information.” She sidled up to Matt as she spoke, wrapping her arm around his waist possessively. Nick scoffed. “I would have told her if she ever left her and Chris’s sex dungeon.” I blushed from Nick once again sharing my business with everyone in his general vicinity, and watched as Matt quickly grabbed Sophie’s arm, pulling it from his waist. “We’re gonna be late, let’s go.” He mumbled, holding onto Sophie’s hand haphazardly as he began leading us to the garage.

As we reached the car, I watched as Matt opened the passenger door for Sophie before getting into the driver’s seat. As Chris opened the door for me, I grabbed his arm and gave it a soft squeeze. “Sit in the back with me?” I asked, looking up at him with doe eyes and adding a whisper of seduction to my voice. He looked down at me with a smirk, arching his eyebrow before following me into the back seat of the car.

I settled into the seat beside him as Matt began pulling out of the garage. It was dark outside, so as I looked up at Chris, all I could see was the burred outline of his gorgeous features. “You okay pretty?” He asked, his voice low as he looked down at me with slight concern. I nodded reassuringly, realizing that I needed to get my act together because even Chris, the most oblivious of the triplets, was picking up on my sudden strange mood. “Just hungry.” I lied, shooting him a forced smile. The car filled with the sound of Nick and Sophie’s laughter as Matt drove. “Oh my god! Matt was telling me…”

I forced myself to tune out the conversation that was happening at the front of the car, willing the night to be over so that I could seethe with jealousy in private. As I tried to absolve my embarrassing bitterness, my eyes fluttered to the rearview mirror, where I caught Matt’s vision already burning into mine. My breath hitched under his intimidating gaze, and even in my growing anger with him I couldn’t ignore the pit of arousal that I felt growing in my core. I knew that he was trying to get some sort of reaction out of me — wanted me to feel the way I was feeling. He had been purposely trying to make me jealous, so I decided that I would do the same.

Keeping my eyes on his, I lifted my leg and draped it across Chris’s lap; causing my short black dress to hitch up to my hips. As if reacting on instinct, Chris immediately responded by bringing his hand to my bare skin, exploring it for a moment before finally leaving it to rest on my upper thigh; just inches from my exposed lace panties. I watched Matt’s gaze darken as his eyes followed his brother’s movements against my skin, and I shot him a menacing smirk before dropping my own hand onto the crotch of Chris’s jeans.

Matt’s eyes widened briefly as he watched my hand delicately run along Chris’s growing bulge, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. Even in the dim light, I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, doing his best to focus on the road despite all of the thoughts that I knew were racing through his head. My gaze was pulled from Matt as I felt Chris’s warm mouth against my ear. “Didn’t get enough earlier, baby?” He whispered, nibbling delicately against my soft earlobe. His hand moved even higher along my leg, until his fingers reached my barely-covered heat. Satisfied with the reaction that I was getting from Matt as well as the feeling of Chris’s fingers gently dancing against my core, I felt my anger begin to diminish and instead be replaced with burning desire.

Turning to face Chris, I placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his sharp jawline, causing him to grab onto my hip and pull me so close to him that I was practically on his lap. His hand laced through my hair and he jerked my head up before attaching his lips to mine. I palmed him roughly through his jeans as his tongue slipped into my mouth, and even with my back turned I could still feel Matt’s fiery gaze burn my skin.

“Oh my GOD! Get off of each other!” Nick shrieked, turning to face Chris and I in the backseat. “I swear to fucking god I will punch you both in the mouth.” Chris pulled his lips from mine, a goofy smile taking over his face. “You’re such a fuckin’ spazz Nick.” He retorted as he tried to pull my dress down slightly. Nick replied by burying his face in his hands and screaming dramatically. “A SPAZZ? You were swallowing my best friend’s face in DIRECT EARSHOT from me! You’re lucky I didn’t just projectile vomit on you.” Nick retaliated, smacking the leather seat as he spoke.

“We’re here.” Matt deadpanned, stopping the argument between his two brothers as he parked his car. I looked up at him once more through the mirror, but this time his eyes refused to meet mine. Once parked, Matt turned off the ignition sharply, his jaw clenched, before immediately jumping out of the car as if it was on fire. I noticed the slightly concerned look on Sophie’s face before she tentatively followed him.

Feeling surprisingly giddy, I crawled out of the back seat and hopped out of the car; embracing the cool breeze against my burning hot cheeks. “Let’s eat!” I exclaimed as Chris climbed out after me and pulled me harshly against his front; bringing his lips to mine again. As he kissed me, I listened as the rest of our group began walking in the direction of the restaurant. His hands moved from my waist down to my ass, where he squeezed gently before pulling his mouth from mine just enough to speak. “I know what you’re doing, Y/n.” He whispered against my lips.

Feigning innocence, I looked up at him through my eyelashes as I waited for him to continue. “What, one night with Matt wasn’t enough for you?” He asked, his gentle voice laced with amusement as his hand snaked up my dress, finding my clit through my lace thong and rubbing soft circles against it. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I shook my head no. Chris smirked at my admission, and his eyes filled with an indecipherable look that made goosebumps raise on my skin. “It’s okay baby, you know I don’t mind.” He replied, his encouraging words and working fingers making my stomach tie itself into knots. Running his middle finger through my soaked folds, he shot me a charming smile. “I’ve already showed you how well I can share.”

With that, he gave my ass a sharp slap before placing one final kiss to my nose. Using his grip on my flesh, he guided me in the direction of the restaurant where everyone was waiting for us in front of the doors. My head spun from the notion that Chris was so willing to let me have exactly what I wanted, which coincidentally was both him and his brother. I practically floated in the direction of the restaurant, riding the high that his words gave me, until I noticed Matt pressed against Sophie, peppering her with kisses.

Matt’s eyes lifted as he heard Chris and I approach and, upon noticing Chris’s arm draped around my waist, appeared to deliberately deepen the kiss he was sharing with Sophie. I watched as she giggled against his lips, seeming to still be oblivious to the unspoken battle playing out before her. Doing my best to seem care-free, I let Chris guide me into the restaurant and to our table. I sat down with Chris to my left and Nick to my right, while Matt and Sophie sat across from us.

As the waiter set down menus in front of each of us, Matt’s eyes briefly locked with mine across the table. I watched as he seemed to be studying the dynamic between me and Chris. His eyes traveled from Chris’s long arm that was draped over the back of my chair to his fingers lazily drawing circles against my exposed shoulder. Sitting much closer and under a much brighter light, I suddenly felt deeply exposed in the restaurant with Matt’s eyes on me. I did my best to ignore him, keeping my sight on the menu in front of me as I listened to Chris, Nick, and Sophie’s chatter.

As I continued to study the menu, I could see Matt pull Sophie’s chair closer to him in my peripheral vision. Swallowing harshly, I used all of my strength to keep my eyes trained to the blurred words in front of me instead of focusing them on Matt’s hand grabbing onto Sophie’s upper thigh. Feeling overwhelmed with conflicting desires, I wanted nothing more than to sink into my chair and disappear from the restaurant. Every time I saw Matt move closer to Sophie or heard them speaking to one another in hushed tones I felt flushed with anger, yet my core flooded with arousal as it flexed around nothing.

The waiter came to begin taking our order. Once it was my turn and everyone’s attention was on me, I suddenly felt the all-consuming need to get away from the table; sure that if any one of them looked at me hard enough, they would be able to pick up on my unspeakable desire. Unable to take it anymore, I suddenly shot up from my seat. “Uh, I — Chris, just order me, uh, order me whatever. I’ve just gotta, um, run to the washroom!” I stammered, taking off in the direction of the restrooms before anyone had the chance to reply.

My head spun as I walked calmly towards the hallway leading to the washrooms, sure that once I took a few moments to collect myself that I would be okay to go back out there. I took deep breaths as I approached the women’s washroom, just a few short steps away. I just needed to be away from the group. Away from the bright lights. Away from Nick’s scolding tone. Away from Sophie. Away from—

Just as I placed my hand on the door knob, I gasped as I felt a strong hand grab my arm, stopping me in my tracks. “Y/n.” That familiar voice was in my ear, barely above a whisper; his words hot against my skin. Snapping around to face him, I was immediately taken aback by our close proximity. Blaming it on my maddening arousal, I quickly recovered before crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “What’s going on?” Matt asked, his eyes filled with the same look of frustration that was surely mirrored in my own.

“Nothing’s ‘going on’,” I lied, doing my best to keep my voice steady and inconspicuous. “Go back to your fuck buddy over there,” I nudged by head in the direction of our table, out of sight from where we stood outside of the washrooms, “Don’t want her thinking she’s wasting her time tonight.” I cringed at the bitterness of my words, and mentally apologized to Sophie for them. Matt’s eyes narrowed. “She’s alright out there.” He replied, his words biting the air between us. “Come on Matt,” I scoffed, leaning against the wall, “If you want her to crawl into your bed tonight the least you could do is spend time with her over dinner.” My voice was filled with indignation, but I was no longer able to control it.

“She’s not crawling into my bed tonight.” He replied, his hushed tone somehow still sounding exasperated. I let my head fall back, releasing a sarcastic laugh. “Oh really? Then why the fuck did you invite her to dinner?” I replied, finding his lie humorous. “Maybe because I knew it would drive you crazy.” He growled, taking a single step forward to close the gap between us. My confidence wavered at his sudden change in personality; the Matt that I was so used to now long gone. I watched, silent and stunned, as his eyes flicked down to my lips for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “You don’t like seeing me touch her, do you?”

I tried to maintain my expressionless face and avoid reacting to his question, although my body had already begun to vibrate with desire. “Why would I? I’m fucking Chris, remember?” I smirked, satisfied by the reminder that he’s not the only one who can play this game. Taking one step closer to him, I leaned close — so close that I could smell his cologne and see his pulse hammering against his neck — before whispering. “His cum is still drying to my legs.”

Matt’s breath hitched at my words, and as I pulled back slightly I watched as his eyes darkened with lust. He took one final step towards me, his lips almost touching my ear as he seemed to struggle against whatever was running through his mind. Recognizing the shift of energy in the space between us, I decided to prod him even more. “What, now you’ve got nothing to say? You jealous or something?”

He stayed silent for a moment, the only sound being his heavy breathing against my ear. The feeling of him so close to me was suddenly heightening my senses, and I grew overwhelmed with heat. It wasn’t long before my breathing began to match his — ragged and desperate — as I waited impatiently for what he had to say. Suddenly, a sharp gasp fell from my lips as Matt’s hands ran up my bare thighs, snaking up to the sides of my skirt where he hungrily squeezed my fleshy hips; pulling me harshly against him so that I could feel his throbbing bulge against my radiating heat. As soon as my body made contact with his, a soft whine fell from his lips before he finally managed to whisper.

“My car.”

Unable to even attempt to think twice, I began following him back through the restaurant door and towards his car. As the cool air hit my skin, Matt grabbed me and began pulling me in the direction of the black car as though he couldn’t wait another second. Frantically, Matt opened the back door and hurried me inside, quickly following after me and closing the door shut behind him. Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands roaming everywhere at once as he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss.

In an instant, all of the tension that had been simmering between us all night came to a boil, and I found myself at the mercy of his devouring lips. I whined against his greedy, open mouth as I straddled his lap, my dress riding up to my waist. His uncharacteristic aggression and desperation caught me off guard, but I embraced it with a submissive moan. One of his hands tangled in my hair while the other moved to grip my ass firmly, grinding me against his hard length. I gasped at the relief that the friction was giving me, and as I did he released a sharp hiss. “Fuck, Y/n.”

Responding to his powerful control over me, I rolled my hips against his bulge, relishing in the satisfaction of its rigidity against my clothed heat. “Matt.” I cooed, my lungs constricting from what could only be described as deep-rooted, insatiable need. Looking down to our writhing bodies, I recognized the small pool of arousal that I had already left on him; tainting his jeans a darker shade of blue. Following my gaze, he looked down and discovered the wet patch as well. Cursing under his breath, his eyes seemed to lock onto the spot as he continued to roll my hips against his lap shamelessly. “What got you this soaked?”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I bit down on my bottom lip as I ignored his question, caught up in the waves of pleasure surging through my body. In my silence, Matt groaned before his hips bucked up involuntarily to meet mine. “Answer me Y/n,” He said, his voice low and menacing, as he grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his wild stare, “Is all this for Chris?” My brows knit together in almost uncomfortable pleasure, and I writhed at his obvious jealousy. Looking down at him through hooded lids, I shook my head slowly.

Matt’s eyes searched mine intensely, his grip on my chin tightening slightly as he demanded an answer. “Then tell me who made you make this mess.” He rasped out, his free hand sliding up my thigh to press firmly against my clothed clit. Reacting immediately to his thumb’s pressure against my clit, I let out a desperate cry as I rolled my hips against it. I tugged at the base of his t-shirt before running my hands along his skin beneath it. “Y-you Matt.” I finally replied, growing wild with lust.

“Fuck,” Matt breathed out, his dilated pupils radiating desire. “Get these fucking panties off now.” He whispered, but without giving me the chance to slide them down my legs he grabbed onto the waistband; ripping them in half and leaving me exposed. I whimpered from the raw desperation of his actions just as he pulled down the top of my dress; letting my tits pop free before he slipped one hungrily into his mouth. Without wasting another moment, Matt grabbed onto my ass with both hands and used his grip to lift me up. Gasping, I leaned against the driver’s side door as Matt propped me up in the air; my legs spread and my glistening core just centimetres from his face.

My legs shook in anticipation as Matt seemed to take a moment to admire my cunt, his eyes glossy and unblinking. “The things you fucking do to me…” He muttered, more to himself than to me, before finally attaching his mouth to my throbbing clit. Immediately, my back arched off of the seat behind me as Matt’s tongue drew relentless circles against my bundle of nerves. His lips acted as the perfect suction, drawing guttural moans from the depths of my soul. My hands slipped into his hair, holding him in place as I fell into an erotic trance. “Oh god…oh god…” I shakily cried out like a mantra, unable to control any part of myself as his tongue set my soul on fire.

Matt released soft moans against my sensitive skin, his own satisfaction palpable as he devoured me into shambles. My clit responded to his movements like an obedient servant, sending jolting shockwaves through my body on each lick. “Fuck M-Matt.” I whined out, incapable of forming any cohesive thoughts besides the dizzying image of his blissed face contentedly pressed to my folds. I grew hyper aware of each movement of his tongue, and recognized the steady pattern that he stuck to; consistently drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm. My body began to contract, and I found myself writhing under his firm grasp on me as I nearly fell apart in his hands.

“G-gonna cum!” I cried out, my own squeaky voice unrecognizable as I was washed away by a full-body orgasm. My grip on Matt’s hair tightened as his tongue worked tirelessly against my pulsing clit, making sure to work me through the crashing waves of my orgasm. Moans spilled past my gasping lips as I trembled against the driver’s seat, so far gone that I could barely feel anything beyond the radiating pleasure surging through every nerve in my body.

Even after I had ridden through my high, Matt continued running his warm tongue through my folds, collecting all of my arousal on his tongue and moaning in satisfaction. My body jolted as I came down from my high, needy for more. As if he was reading my mind, Matt finally pulled himself away from my core, glancing up at me once before admiring my swollen folds once again. I watched as he sucked on his bottom lip, using his grip on me to spread me open even more and marvelling at the mess he had made.

Growing impatient, I squirmed under his gaze. “Matt,” I whined, watching him as he looked up at me with a smirk. “Somethin’ on your mind sweetheart?” He asked, his voice filled with amusement. Incapable of caring anymore, I nodded fiercely. “Say it.” He taunted, bringing his finger to my opening and sliding it in, before quickly pulling it back out and admiring my slippery wetness that was now dripping from it. “N-need your c-cock.” I admitted, earning a grateful smile from him.

After sucking his finger clean, he gently lowered me back onto his lap. “You’re drowning in your own juices thinking about my cock, huh?” He began unbuckling his belt with shaky hands. The needier I became, the farther my walls dropped, yet I was still shocked by the filthy words that spilled from his mouth. My eyes fell to his hands as they worked against his shiny belt, and I licked my lips hungrily. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” I admitted, unable to pull my eyes away from his crotch as I waited for him to remove his jeans. “I need it so fucking bad Matt.” I confessed, my voice wavering.

The moment his belt came undone, he cursed under his breath, clearly turned on by my desperation. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.” He admitted, his soft words riddled with gruffness, before shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his rock-hard length. My eyes soaked in the sight of his swollen member, deep veins travelling up to his dark red tip where a bead of pre-cum was slowly dripping. After a moment, he grabbed my hips and yanked me back down onto his lap, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He groaned at the contact. “Fuck, so soaked.”

My core trembled in anticipation, the heat of his raw member pressing against me almost too much for me to bare. “S-sorry.” I replied, feeling my arousal begin to drip onto his thighs. “Don’t ever apologize for being this wet for me.” He breathed, the proximity of our bodies seeming to calm him slightly as one of his hands slid up my waist and up to my tits; where he toyed with my nipples gently. “Jesus.” He breathed, voice hitching as he adjusted me in his lap, his tip just barely entering me.

As he sunk me down his length, my jaw dropped as I felt my walls begin to stretch around his head as it crested my entrance. I was still raw from Chris earlier in the day, and I whined softly from the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. Noticing my sensitivity, Matt released a sharp hiss. “You okay?” He asked, holding me still for a moment. I nodded rapidly, desperate to be filled. “Y-yes.” I replied shakily. Matt let out a strained groan as I began pushing myself further down his shaft, rolling his hips upward to bury another inch inside me.

“You f-fill me so g-good.” I moaned as I slowly took more and more of him. “Fuck, don’t say shit like that sweetheart.” His nails dug into my hips as he pushed me down further, finally bottoming out deep inside me. A gruff moan escaped his lips once every inch of him was engulfed by my pussy, and he gave me a moment to adjust to the pressure. He must have felt my walls begin to relax, because after a moment be began lifting me up slowly, until just the tip remained inside of me; teasing. Then, with a powerful thrust, he slammed me back down burying himself to the hilt once more.

I gasped as all of the air left my lungs at the feeling of his cock filling my insides. My nails dug into his shoulders as I struggled to keep my composure while he slammed me up and down his powerful length. “Fuck, Y/n. F-feel so g-good.” His voice strained with lust, he kept one hand on my hip and the other moved to my throat, gently squeezing as he began to drive up into me. He began fucking me with brutal intensity, his movements so much angrier and desperate than the last time; all of his emotions on full display. “C’mon baby, n-need to see you l-lose your m-mind.” He groaned, his head falling back against the headrest.

“Fuck!” I cried out, completely engulfed in the pleasure of Matt taking out all of his pent-up frustration on me. “W-want your cock a-all to m-myself!” I moaned, so recklessly caught up in him that I didn’t care how greedy I sounded. In response, Matt grabbed onto my hips and flipped me so that I was the one in the seat. Leaning over me, he pulled the lever so that the seat moved back, making me lay down slightly. He only took a brief moment to adjust himself between my legs before plunging himself back into me, slamming his cock relentlessly through my spongey walls.

“Fuck, you’re so selfish,” He hissed, slamming into me harder with each thrust, “I have to hear you moaning my brother’s n-name almost every goddamn night but you d-don’t want me to fuck anyone else?” Recognizing the despair in his tone, I grabbed onto his fluffy brown hair, tugging at the roots gently as I smirked at him through hooded lids. “Does anyone else f-feel as g-good as me?” I asked, my voice punctuated by each of his thrusts. “You’ve got t-to be fucking k-kidding me.” Matt growled, his pace turning almost punishing if it weren’t for the anguish of his voice. Growing even more aroused by his state, I bit my bottom lip flirtatiously. “D-does Sophie f-feel this good?” I asked again, knowing his answer just by the look across his face.

“N-no.” He huffed out, snapping his hips into me harshly as though this fact was distressing. “N-not this g-good.” He added. His hand slid from my throat to grasp my chin roughly; forcing eye contact. His harsh grip along with his words drove me crazy, and I felt animalistic as I stuck my tongue out; running it along his salty skin. “You’re making me lose my fuckin’ mind.” He groaned, his eyes locked on mine intensely.

I greedily pulled his thumb into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it before sucking on it fervently. Obsessed with the new-found power I had over him, I locked my arms around his waist as he continued pumping into me. I moaned, my lips vibrating around his thumb before I let it drop from my mouth. I watched through my eyelashes as his eyes glazed over, completely lost in the pleasure he was feeling as he seemed to rapidly approach his orgasm.

“N-need you t-to learn how t-to share m-me.” I whined, my body growing burning hot as I fought against my own impending orgasm. “Jesus Chris.” Matt’s grip on me tightened painfully as he slammed into me again and again, his body tense in my hands. “The—the f-fact that you…” He struggled to speak, his cock twitching inside of me, “D-don’t say shit…like that.” He grunted, his rhythm growing sloppier. I dropped my mouth to his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along his clammy skin. “P-please,” I cried, urgency laced in my words as I balanced on the edge of my orgasm, “N-need both of y-you.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ k-kill me.” Matt choked out, his movements so sloppy now that I tightened my legs around his waist to hold him steady. His head dropped to my chest for a moment, seeming to contemplate what I was begging him for, before he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair; pulling my head up to look at him. My eyes dropped to his swollen red lips as I let him hold me in place. “Please,” I mouthed, “Please f-fuck me w-whenever you w-want. W-whenever Chris isn’t u-using m-me.”

His eyes stayed locked onto mine, burning with possessiveness and desire and telling me that he had moved past his deliberations. He brought his lips to mine and engulfed them in a heated kiss. Pulling away, he kept his forehead pressed to mine as he spoke in a gravelly tone. “When you’re not in Chris’s room, you’re mine.” I bit my bottom lip at his words, their intensity shooting straight to my core. Nodding my head, I felt myself begin to lose the battle. “F-fuck. I’m…I’m s-so close Matt.” I whined.

“Say it,” He begged, his fingers digging into my scalp, “Say you’re m-mine.” I moaned at the feeling of his cock as it began to pulse against my walls, his orgasm so close I could practically feel him falling apart. “I’m y-yours.” I squeaked out, and as soon as the words left my mouth I was consumed by my orgasm. As he continued to pound into me, seemingly re-charged by my words, my legs began to shake and a plethora of moans fell from my lips. “Oh fuck.” Matt choked out as my convulsing walls milked his cock, and as my back arched off of the seat and my nails dug into his skin, I felt his warm seed shoot deep inside my trembling cunt. His hips continued snapping into me as he came undone, guiding both of us through our highs until we simultaneously fell into a peaceful trance.

Matt collapsed forward and I leaned against his sweaty frame; my body heavy with exhaustion. My arms wrapped around his neck, where I brushed the wavy tips of his hair gently as we both came back down to earth. His breath slowly steadied against my neck, his lips brushing feather-light kisses against it as he calmed down. After a moment, I felt his lips turn up into a smile against my skin. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me.” He chuckled. Straightening myself up, he pulled himself off of me and I locked eyes with him. “Do you have a problem with that?” I asked, my voice still breathless. His gaze lingered on mine for a moment, a soft smile still plastered to his face. “I wish I did, but I don’t.” He replied, pressing a gentle kiss to my eyelid before pulling himself slowly out of me.

Finally able to recognize the kind Matt that I was so used to seeing, I smiled in relief. “Well, we should probably get back to the table. I’m sure they’re all wondering where we’ve been.” I sighed before adjusting my dress, wincing as I did from how raw I felt. Matt and I quickly fixed ourselves so that we didn’t look freshly fucked, and before long we were out of the car and walking back towards the restaurant on shaky legs. As we reached the front doors, I whispered to him, “I’ll go sit down first, and you come join us after a couple of minutes.” Matt nodded, shooting me a soft smile before I slipped through the doors and headed back towards our table.

Thankfully Chris, Nick, and Sophie were all laughing; deep in conversation as I arrived at the table meaning they likely didn’t see my limp as I walked towards them. “Hey, you okay? You were gone for so long.” Nick asked with concern once he noticed me. Doing my best to seem casual, I chuckled softly. “Yeah, I’m all good. Just bumped into an old friend in the washroom.” I lied, surprising myself by how quickly I came up with a rather believable cover-up. Seeming to accept my response as the truth, Nick began chattering again to Sophie. Satisfied, I gingerly slid back into my seat beside Chris, shooting him a quick smile. I noticed a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he peered at me with curiosity.

Just as we had agreed on, a few minutes later Matt appeared at the table. “There he is!” Sophie cheered happily as he sat down beside her. “I thought you got lost!” She attempted to joke, though behind that veil I could see the concern in her features as she examined him closely. I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth, filled with nerves, as I waited to see what excuse he had come up with. “Sorry, I got an important phone call I had to take.” He replied, the lie slipping off of his tongue effortlessly. That seemed to be enough to satisfy Sophie, as she visibly relaxed before leaning against him cheerfully.

Matt’s lie didn’t seem to work on Chris, however, because in my peripheral vision I noticed him glance between Matt and I; staying completely silent. My breath hitched as I felt him suddenly pull my chair closer to him, and my heart began to race as he gently pushed my legs apart; hidden from everyone else by the table cloth draped over my lap. I felt my cheeks begin to grow warm as I slowly understood that he hadn’t been fooled by Matt and my lies, and I trembled in wait.

Suddenly, I had to stifle a cry as I felt Chris’s finger press against my sore — and completely bare — heat; and I heard his throaty chuckle as his finger ran along the small pool of cum still leaking from my opening. Casually, he swung his arm over my shoulders and pulled me into him. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my burning ears before he whispered in a low tone, “That’s my girl.”

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

[girlboybug]

daddy issues

“you ask me what i'm thinkin' about, i tell you that i'm thinking about whatever you're thinking about."

or the one where your boyfriend reminds you that you’re all he could ever want.

*unedited*

what’s playing 🎧: daddy issues by the neighbourhood

pairing : dilf!farleigh start x fem!reader (afab bodied)

word count : 3k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, age gap, dilf farleigh au mmm can you tell i’m ovulating, un protected sex, breeding kink, light impact play (he slaps reader a few times but nothing crazy), spitting, brief mentions of an exhibitionistic fantasy, size kink if you squint, cervix kissing yum, slight manhandling :3

TRIGGER WARNINGS : light slapping but nothing harsh and it’s all consensual, ermmm age gap with a power imbalance both professionally and morally but it’s all legal and reader is of age. if i’ve missed anything pls lmk.

a/n : hi guys! i know it's been a while since i've posted any work and i'm so sorry to anyone who has been wanting any updates. i missed you all, but life has been not the best. i won't share whats been going on, as tumblr is a safe space for me and id rather not bring my real life troubles onto here. i hope you guys enjoy this and forgive me for my absence <3

“you’re staring.” he says, not bothering to meet your eyes. you clear your throat, feeling flushed when you look away. “sorry.” you mumble, holding your legs close to your chest. farleigh sighs, shutting down his laptop and swiveling around in his chair before making his way towards you on the bed. your body lights up the second his proximity to you gets a little closer, and he sees it. 

it’s hard to not see it. 

he knows you try to hide it, to not seem like such an eager little girl, but your internal excitement when it comes to him is just so visibly external. it’s cute, it’s honest and it’s sweet, it’s one of the reasons why he likes you so much. 

you welcome him in with open arms, parting your legs for him to climb in between and nestle himself into. he picks you up from the mattress with ease, his large hands supporting you by the hips and the bottom of your ass to reposition you on top of him. 

he rests his hands on your thighs, watching as you rest yours on his broad chest, gently smoothing down the material of his white button up, the small embroidered dior catching your eye on the inside of his collar. 

“you’ve been quiet today.” he states, his warm hands bringing life to your skin beneath your silk slip. “because you told me to be,” you frown, slumping. he laughs, twiddling with the lace hem at the bottom of your short little slip. “yeah, but you never actually listen.” his thumb guides your chin upwards, pulling your gaze back up to his eyes. “so what’s making you actually listen today?” he asks softly, his hand engulfing your cheek. you lean into his palm, sighing to yourself. 

“i dunno,” you shrug, feeling small under his stare. “you dunno?” he repeats back, semi mockingly, but mostly full of endearment. you huff, glaring at him. he laughs again, and it makes something stir in your stomach. everything about him is so attractive, it can be upsetting at times. sometimes inconvenient.

there’s been more times you can count where you’ve sat on the sidelines while he conducts business meetings, strikes deals, makes compromises that are really more so situations that fully benefit him but worded to make it seem like they benefit the other person as well — and other business-y jargon you can hardly keep up with. but it doesn’t matter if you understand what’s going on or not, every time you sit and watch him in his element it lights a desire to stick your hand under your skirt and take care of the ache beginning to build. 

it’s just so hot seeing him be ahead of every single one of his colleagues, running circles around them with ease. his intelligence and capability is just so alluring. you think that it comes with his age too, the experience, the knowledge on life. you’ve always thought older men were the standard for attractiveness, and when you met farleigh, he somehow managed to raise the standard you had set in the stars and bring it to a level far beyond that. 

but with that, comes a sense of competitiveness with other women in his field. all closer to his age, more experienced than you are in almost every important aspect. it makes you a little insecure from time to time. you’re the first woman in her mid twenties he’s been with since he was in his mid twenties. he’s now approaching his early forties and it makes you nervous that maybe one day your company will bore him and he’ll crave someone else who can keep up with him. 

this morning at the bright and early hour of 7am, that fear was reignited in you. you watched from your desk, as your boss, your boyfriend, discuss things you don’t think you’d even really be able to understand, with a beautiful woman in his office. a woman closer to his age.

you watched as he laughed with her, as he let her run her hand down his forearm, watching as he let her hug him before she exited. to wrap a neat bow around the shit filled box, she made it a point to send a condescending smile to you on her way out, almost like she just knew. 

but, you know she’s just a coworker, she’s not even in the same department as he is, and is usually located in another location across the state but it felt horrible to see them interact. and it felt even worse knowing they would look good together, complementing one another with a high sense of class and elegance. 

farleigh anchors you back to him, squeezing your hip and gently patting your cheek. “what’s going on in that head of yours?” he murmurs, looking at you intently. “hmm?” 

“do you think i’m too young for you?” you suddenly ask, eyes already lined with tears. he’s a bit taken aback, not expecting the line of questioning. he takes a moment, swiping away your fallen tears. “no, i don’t. if i did, this—we wouldn’t be happening.” he says clearly, matter of factly, but there’s gentleness in his words, he wants to wipe away any doubt that might linger in your mind about you two. “why? do you think i’m too old for you?” he questions further, sitting up and pulling you along with him, making sure with every movement you remain close. you shake your head, sniffling.

“no,” you huff. “but i was watching you with…that woman in your office and i just…” you trail off, looking down at his button up again, smoothing down invisible wrinkles. 

“got a little jealous?” he can’t help the smile that grows on his face and raises his tone, it’s embarrassing and you return his inflating ego with a silencing glare. “yes.” you admit, somewhat annoyed, but you know it stems from your insecurity and fear that he’ll confirm it. 

“baby,” he sighs playfully, shaking his head. “i’m far from interested in her. i’ve got my eye on a new girl,” he grins, his tongue poking his cheek. “yeah?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest, suppressing your smile. “who is she?” 

he looks off to the side wistfully, exhaling with desire. “ohh i don’t think you’d know her,” he waves you off, sighing when he leans back into the headboard. “she’s my secretary. she wears these tight little pencil skirts, and she has a habit of bending over often. i think she does it on purpose.” he adds, his hands running up and down your thighs. your efforts in keeping a straight face fall flat, your smile betraying them and perking the corners of your lips. 

“oh really?” you giggle, leaning forward. “why don’t you make a move on her?” you tilt your head, wondering what his answer will be. “i’m thinking about it. i’m thinking about telling her how i watch her from my office when she thinks i can’t see her, how i think about bending her over her own desk and fucking her in front of all the little boys in their cubicles who think they have a chance with her.” 

warmth floods your cheeks like a tide pool, dragging you into the depths of nervousness. his smart tongue and dirty mouth still manage to catch you off guard, never failing in making you flustered and shy. he loves it, he loves how easy it is to play with you.

you can feel him getting hard under you, and it excites you, it makes that familiar ache trickle all over. “i don’t think she’d be against that.” you reply, trying to hide the shakiness in your words, but he hears it. he can always see through you and your little acts. 

“oh you think so?” he hums, squeezing your hips. you nod, leaning in closer, nudging your nose with his. “i think so.” you whisper, your lips brushing against his.

“you feel that?” he murmurs, lightly grinding his bulge against your panty clad cunt. you whimper softly, nodding. “it’s only ever for you,” he breathes out, pressing his lips to your lovingly with a chaste kiss. he peppers kisses to your lips over and over until he sinks into you, pulling you in with a hand behind your head. 

he moans into your mouth, gripping your hips and planting you firmly on his cock, rocking into you with haste. the pressure and friction ripples through your cunt, nudging your clit just the way you need. you cup his cheeks while you kiss farleigh, melting into him and sighing with content when he migrates from your lips, sucking hot bruises into the side of your neck. 

“i need you,” you whimper, meaning the sentiment in more ways than one. farleigh is the only man who’s ever made you feel the way that you do, emotionally and physically. you’ll always need him, whether it be a strong shoulder to cry on, or a strong shoulder to bite into when he’s got you nearly folded in half, fucking you stupid. 

“how bad?” he breathes out, bringing his hand between your grinding hips, pressing his long fingers firmly against your cunt. he can feel the dampness seep through the material, laughing smugly when you gasp. “real bad huh?” he adds, humming in agreement when you nod dumbly. “i know baby,” he coos, kissing the space beneath your ear. 

you shrug off the spaghetti straps of your slip, a breath of a shock being pulled from your lips when he acts faster than you, eagerly tugging down the white silk material to expose your bare chest. he groans to himself, lurching forward and taking your soft flesh in his mouth. 

you arch your back closer to him, eyes fluttering shut and mouth agape with soft moans trickling out into the dimly lit room. he plays with you, rutting his hips into yours, hands and tongue lapping up and groping your breasts, hungrily squeezing, licking and nipping at your flesh. 

your hands play with the curls at the back of his neck, tugging with a gasp when you feel his teeth graze your nipples. “farleigh,” you whine, throwing your head back, trying to grind harder on his cock. “need you,” he kisses your sternum, looking up at you with his hands far beneath your slip, wrapped around your sides, fingers gently skimming across your ribs. “i’m right here baby,” his voice cascading around you like caramel, enveloping you in its golden hue, rich and sweet. 

he pushes your dampened panties to the side, groaning to himself at the sight of your cunt glistening. he thumbs at your lips, sighing lowly and spreading you apart. 

his thumb rubs over your clit, chuckling when your lips part and a shaky moan escapes out. he rescinds his warm touch faster than you would’ve appreciated, softly cooing away your sounds of disappointment. he lifts you off of his lap, laying you gently down on your back. his large hand cradles the back of your head, lowering you down onto the pillow below you. 

he unties his tie, discarding it somewhere to be found by the maids in the morning, a shaky sigh fluttering from your lips at the view of him above you. the soft glow of the lamp on your shared nightstand wafts all around him, tracing the outline of his full curls, highlighting his cheekbones and drawing a line down the bridge of his nose. his lips tempt you without having to move at all, no movements in forming words, he just stares at you and with that alone, you’re a perfect malleable thing ready for whatever he has planned. 

“you’re beautiful,” he states in a breath of admiration, leaning back down towards you. “my girl,” he sighs, kissing your neck, breathing in the dainty vanilla, floral scent from the dolce & gabbana perfume you begged him for. but beneath the expensive perfume is your scent. your sweet natural scent he can never seem to get enough of, always crouching down to hug you from the back and bury his nose in the crook of your neck, sniffing right at the sweet spot. and now, it just turns him on further, fishing out his cock from his dress slacks, too bothered to take the extra steps in sliding them off his hips, too eager, too desperate to feel you, to be close to you, to be in you. 

he pushes in, tugging a deep gasp from the depths of your chest. he groans the second your cunt envelopes him in, gripping him in and squeezing. your walls pulse around the girth of him, trying to adjust to the intrusion. he grinds his hips, shuddering above you. “fuck baby,” he chuckles in disbelief, kissing your collarbone. 

“god,” you choke out, swallowing thickly, dragging your fingertips down his back. he starts pivoting his hips deeper in you, slowly pumping in and out, wanting to take his time with you, relishing in being able to savor your cunt. it’s been a few weeks since you both have had sex, he’s just been so busy with work, he hasn’t had the time to fuck you like you deserve, but now he has all the time in the world, and he intends to use it until the very last second. 

you feel so full of him and you find yourself somehow wanting more, wishing you could be with him deeper, but in the same breath as that thought, he knocks whatever you have left in your lungs right out, pushing into you deeper as if he could sense what you wanted. your calves rest on his lower back, keeping him flush inside you.

gentleness starts to shed, and an eager pace takes its place, his hips moving faster and his cock hitting harder. your clit brushes against his trimmed bristle of pubic hair, whimpering at the friction, tears already brimming your pretty eyes as he fucks you. 

and then you say something you’ve never said before, never even really thought of or fantasized about, but as you stare at him, watching him fuck you like he owns you, you can’t help it from coming out. “hit me,” you whimper pathetically, hardened nipples pressed to his chest with desperation. he stills inside you for a moment, panting with a look of confusion, unsure if you really just said what you said. 

“what baby?” he asks breathlessly, swallowing thickly. “hit me, touch me, please farleigh,” you plead, fisting at his button up, grinding your hips down to try and regain some friction. he’s ashamed with the way his cock twitches inside of you at your desperation. so unadulterated and unfiltered in the act of something so filthy. 

his hips start moving again, and he’s grabbing at your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker. “open.” he commands, and like a dutiful believer, you obey, parting your mouth for him. he spits and you swallow without being told to, moaning with a gasp when his hand lands on your cheek afterwards with zero infliction of pain, but enough heaviness to remind you his strength is there. it’s simply withheld to avoid hurting you and bruising your pretty face. 

your cunt squeezes around him, arching your back into his chest as his hips pivot harder into yours. he takes notice, landing another firm but lovingly smack across your cheek. before your moan gains sound, his large palm covers your mouth, his lips finding your ear. “be quiet and listen,” he murmurs, leaving the air silent. all you can hear is him fucking you, how wet and loud you are. “you’re so fucking wet,” he chuckles in your ear, and the moan that follows behind his palm just proves his point further. 

“do you hear that?” he shoves his hips in, pinning yours down with his available hand, giving more access for him to push in deeper. the fat tip of his cock nudges at your cervix, filling you out more than anyone ever has. “making a mess all over my slacks baby.” he grunts, but there’s no complaints to be found. 

when he finally removes his hand from your lips, he’s greeted with your heavenly moans, rendering him weak with his face in your neck, mouth baring hot kisses, groaning your name. 

his hand that nearly dwarfs your face comes back down, slapping the side of your cheek, his warm palm cradling it after the impact, his thumb running along your pouring waterline. “my little crybaby,” he grunts with humor, his hand sliding from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his other hand following suit. he presses down, forcing you to crane your neck downward, focusing your gaze on the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of your puffy cunt. “watch.” he utters in your ear, his teeth catching your earlobe before he pulls away. 

and you do. 

you watch him take you over and over, his hips slamming into yours, occasionally stilling in you to let the weight of his cock buried deep inside you hang heavy.

your legs tremble around him, unable to soothe them from the adrenaline that comes with getting fucked. “touch yourself.” he exhales, bringing his lips to your forehead. “wanna feel you cum,” and that alone could have made you finish. you bring your fingers to your aching clit, moaning a drawn out whimper at the stimulation. he watches himself fuck you, how he stretches you out and how your cunt accommodates him every time. 

“fuck,” you sob, panting heavily, sweat starting to collect around your neck and trickle between your breasts. “can i cum?” you plead through a choked moan, clit throbbing in excitement when he nods, picking up the pace in his thrusts. he releases your neck, traveling up to your jaw and bringing you closer to his mouth. his lips are pressed to your’s in milliseconds, drinking in every little sound you let out as he fucks you through your orgasm.

a bruising grip rests on your jaw and hip, like a wordless statement of how much of you belongs to him. which is everything. you can’t think of a single thing about you that you could say isn’t apart of farleigh; hell, you can’t think at all right now, not when your poor cunt is getting pounded into and your shaky fingers can’t seem to stop rubbing circles over your clit. the feelings that deluge through your body are addictive, it feels so good that it trickles into a delicious type of hurt. 

you’ve already cum, its existence proven by the white ring around the base of his cock, the sight has your hole weakly tightening around him. with no forewarning, he pulls out, leaving you hollow and empty, wincing from the loss.

before you can voice your confusion and protests, he’s flipping you around, guiding your hips back up, large hand pressing your cheek into the pillows below you. he’s back in you as soon as he exited you, groaning lowly to himself. “fuckin’ perfect.” he grunts mostly to himself, his cock twitching at the sweet little gasp you let out from the new angle. he travels into you deeper this way, nudging your cervix with every other thrust. 

he curls behind your back, his chest pressed flush against your shoulder blades, his lips nipping and sucking bruises into the crook of your neck, breathing in your earthy dulcet scent. he brings your wrists to the small of your back, keeping them in place while his thrusts start to become more and more sporadic. “gonna cum, tell me how bad you want it,” he grits, feeling his climax fast approaching, eager to finish to the sweet sound of you begging for his cum. 

begging for him to cum inside of you is as easy as breathing, if not easier, since he always manages to take your breath away, whether that be by his charming smile or with his hand wrapped firmly around your throat. “please cum in me,” you sob, tears staining the white silk pillowcases. “wanna be full of you, please farleigh, i need it, need it so bad,” you babble mindlessly, trying to fuck your over sensitive cunt onto him, your ass meeting him with every pivot he sends into you. 

normally, he’d push you a little more, too indulgent in his desires to let you have it that easily. but the way you fuck yourself onto him and cry for him is enough to make any man give in. his pants come out sharp, his thrusts matching the tempo of his thumping pulse, spilling into you with a loud groan of your name, his hips fused firmly to your ass. he pumps into a few more times, swallowing hard at the sight of his and your sticky cum and the mess it's made. “gonna pull out now baby,” he murmurs softly in your shoulder blade, kissing the skin lovingly. you wince, squeezing your eyes shut, collapsing back into the bed with your legs tucked close to you.

he crawls over on top of you, running his hands across your clammy forehead and temple. he peppers gentle kisses over your warm skin, humming quietly. “you okay?” he asks, laying beside you, pulling you into him after tucking himself back into his slacks. “mhm,” you nod lazily, shuffling around to face him. he chuckles, kissing your nose. 

his arm wraps around you, securing you into his chest, rubbing your back in relaxing circles. his hand sneaks between your legs, scooping his cum with his fingers, shushing you playfully when you whimper, your hips shying away from his touch. “behave,” he chastises lightly, bringing his fingers to your lips. “open.” you open your bitten lips, tongue darting out along his digits, licking him clean. you hum something of approval, kissing the pads of his fingers before he pulls them away. “good?” he mumbles against your cheek. “good.” you confirm, kissing his hair.

he snakes his arms around your waist, unsatisfied with how far you feel from him wanting to be as close as humanly possible. you’ve always loved how touchy he remained after sex, used to the two pump and dump cycle you’ve had with past guys.

unlike them, farleigh isn’t just some guy, he’s a man – granted a man old enough to be your father, but that never bothered you, if anything it added to the appeal. but regardless of all of that, he loves you, loves being near you even in non-sexual contexts. he proves it every day, like he is now, whispering about how pretty you look right now. “i love you,” he says softly, and it sounds like the first time he said it, gentle and nervous. it makes you smile, opening your heavy eyes to peer into his. “i love you.” you repeat back with just as much truth and confirmation. “i love you,” you kiss him, sealing your promise with your lips pressed together.

[ca-8]

How the Bigger Bodies Smiling Critters Died (head canons)

Alright so I R E A L L Y wanna talk about how I think the Smiling Critters perished in Poppy Playtime

Cw: mentions of (sorta) cannibalism, torture, accidental suicide, self-harm, addiction in terms of The Red Smoke

this is gonna be r e a l l y long, so strap in y'all

. ☀️⭐️🍎💡⚡️🌸❤️☀️⭐️🍎💡⚡️🌸❤️☀️⭐️🍎💡⚡️🌸❤️ .

Bubba Bubbaphant

"I'm Bubba Bubbaphant! ...Hey! I remember you!" "An elephant always remembers!" "Want to know what I remember about you...?" This character is pretty much the nerd emoji of the Smiling Critters. He's really smart, and, as he stated in his cardboard cut-out dialogue, has a really good memory. Although I can't really see that being put into play of his actual death, I can see that this last bit of information he stated (before just spiraling out of control) can be connected to our character. (Our character is an ex-worker and is always greeted with distain by the major antagonists, which leads me to believe that we have actively, or at least indirectly, participated in the child/worker experimentation/conversion based on what Bubba says. Although in his last bit of "dialogue", he's screaming quite loudly as if he was in major agony, but also laughing, as if he was ingesting something that caused great harm to his mentality and body, but since he's had it so many times before to the point where he actively begs to have more, it's agonizing, but also "heavenly." Therefore I think his cause of death would be due to him trying to escape during The Hour of Joy, but was eventually caught by CatNap and his use of The Red Smoke. In the Smiling Critters cartoon, all the critters are struggling to go to sleep because of how scared they were of the storm outside. However, once CatNap enters, they all practically light up with such disturbing happiness. Bubba is the first one to beg him to "help them go to sleep". Fast forward to The Hour of Joy, CatNap must've used his addiction against him to keep him sorta in place so he could kill him.

KickenChicken

"Hey! I'm KickenChicken! Wanna go outside and hang out?" "It's lookin' pretty rad outside!" "I've...never been outside before..." "Will you come with me? I'm scared..." "Here, follow me. I-I'll step out first..." Here, I used to think that he had barricaded himself along with some of the other critters somewhere safe inside the Playcare during The Hour of Joy, and he decided to step outside once all the humans were finally killed. Once he did, CatNap found him and killed him for his disobedience towards his god. But a recent theory sorta convinced me otherwise. I still believe in my own theory, but I also support the fact that KickenChicken could've also been one of the first toys to reach an exit to the outside world. But, once he and the other critter tried to step outside, he got killed by the Prototype.

Picky Piggy

"Hi there! I'm Picky Piggy! Let's eat!" "Roast beef? Delicious!" "Grilled chicken? Down the hatch!" "Seared elephant? Yum!" "Flayed unicorn? Mmm!" "Still hungry... Hey, what do you say you and I be friends?" (This one actually scares the hell out of me, i love it) And it's pretty obvious too, for the most part. I believe that Picky was separated by the other critters during The Hour of Joy, and ended up with nothing to eat for a long time. She ended up wandering aimlessly throughout the factory and eventually came across the corpses of her dead friends. Saddened, but desperate for food, she ate her friends' corpses as soon as she came along them, but all that effort soon went to waste as she eventually died of starvation, a constant theme throughout Poppy Playtime.

Hoppy Hopscotch

"I'm Hoppy Hopscotch! Wanna try hopping to the moon with me?" "On three with me! One... two... three! ...Heh, didn't get very far, did we?" "Again! One, two, three! Nope... still didn't make it." "Listen! This won't stop until we make it to the moon!" "One, two- No, no! Don't look at your feet! None of that matters! Again! Again!" "JUMP! JUUUU-" Yeah this one just makes me really sad, seeing how I think her death most likely would be accidental suicide. In an attempt to escape CatNap or The Prototype or another toy that was hunting them down for food, or maybe just trying to reach somewhere that lead to an exit, she encouraged her friend(s) to jump towards freedom, but due to her impulsive/impatient tendencies, she didn't think it through and ended up falling to her death.

Bobby Bearhug

"Hi! I'm Bobby Bearhug! Wanna know how much I love you?" "I love you to the moooon and back!" "I'm crazy about you." "I'm lost without you." "I've been lost a long time..." "Please, take me with you this time...!" "You won't leave me, will you??" Bobby loves everyone and everything, unconditionally. So, when The Hour of Joy occurred, she naturally felt terrified and wanted to stick close by with her friends as they tried to find a way out of the factory after that day. This might also be in relation to DogDay and Picky as well. DogDay probably shooed them away in attempt to save them from CatNap, and while the massacre occurred, Picky got lost during all the chaos. Them being her friends, she was greatly distraught by this, but soon forced herself to go along with who was left. That was when she probably witness some of their deaths: Bobby being lured by the Red Smoke and eventually killed, Kicken getting killed by either CatNap or The Protoype, Hoppy falling to her death, being scared away by CraftyCorn (I'll get to her later).

"Take me with you this time!" I believe this line was spawned from DogDay's actions. Since he was the leader of their group, she, along with the other critters, looked up to him. Perhaps Bobby believed if he has taken all of them with him, she wouldn't have ended up all alone. She eventually ended up all alone, turned to madness by loneliness as she always thought about the events that made her friends leave her. After a long time of wandering and losing hope, bit by bit as each day passed, she died of starvation.

CraftyCorn

"H-Hi, I'm CraftyCorn. Will you help me with my painting? Pass me the blue, please!" "Thanks! Now, will you give me some red?" "More red, please!" "Out...? But, w-we can't be out." "You're hiding more red from me... I know you are..." "GIVE IT HERE!" "There, now that's much better!" Despite CraftyCorn's established gentle and caring personality, both would be thrown away for the sake of keeping her creative juices flowing. She always loves everything artistic, so she also most likely uses it as a coping mechanism (and that's also seen in the Smiling Critter's cartoon, where CraftyCorn is drawing on multiple pages while still being scared of the storm outside). I believe she also witnessed some of her friends' deaths along with Bobby Bearhug, and, as her way of coping, she just tries drawing and drawing and painting and painting her worries away. But while her urges to cope may last, drawing materials do not for long, and she eventually runs out. This causes her to turn to panic, as she thinks she'll have to finally face reality that her friends are gone, but she's not ready, so she desperately tires to find more art materials, mostly the color red (because that's the most of what she's been seeing since The Hour of Joy). So, in a blind, maddened dismay, she attacks her friends and uses their blood for painting, piling on unimaginable guilt for hurting her friends, the very thing she was trying not to make herself realize.

Now as for her death. Her remaining friend(s) probably ended up leaving her for the sake of their own safety. She doesn't realize this, because again, she's so deep in her own distractions that she's lost touch with reality, until she finally runs out of red again. She desperately tries to find more, but can't extract any from an outside source. So she uses her own blood as paint. She extracts her blood, runs out, extracts again, runs out again, extracts again, runs out again, over and over until she finally harms herself to the point of dying from blood loss.

DogDay

"DogDay says... fetch!" "Go, go! As far as you can!" "Why are you...just standing there?" "You can't be here. You can't stay..." As I said earlier, DogDay must have helped his friends escape from CatNap's hunting ground and the main killing areas during The Hour of Joy. He realizes that CatNap holds a burning rage for him and his friends for not going along with The Prototypes control, and drives them out somewhere where he thinks they'll be safe. But he then told them that he couldn't go with them, because as the leader of the Smiling Critters, and holding a deep love for his friends, he felt the need to sacrifice himself so they can be safe.

Once they were away, he goes and finds CatNap. Since I believe that DogDay was once a worker for Playtime Co., I don't think he remembers his past. Therefore, he truly believes that he is DogDay, and that the Smiling Critters, including CatNap, have been friends for a lifetime. He believes that his friend is still in there, not seeing the fact that CatNap remembers exactly who he is and how he became this way, including why he worships The Prototype. DogDay tries to convince CatNap to remember all the good times they had (even though, with the Big Bodies version of the cast, CatNap was particularly distant from the rest of the Smiling Critters, since I assume they're also workers). Of course, this doesn't work, and CatNap attempts to kill him.

However, I believe that DogDay had escaped and went to look for his friends once he was at a safe distance. But this is FAR after the events of his friends' deaths, so one by one he comes across his friends' corpses, personally seeing the horrors of after The Hour of Joy "I'm...the last of the Smiling Critters...." (what he says before his own death)

After years of losing so much hope, seeing that none of his friends survived the horrors of the factory, DogDay doesn't see the point in trying to escape. If his friends didn't make it, what was the point? And, during his most vulnerable, this is how CatNap eventually ends up finding him. He gained some sick pleasure into see this heretic suffer, but he felt that he needed more misery, by kidnapping him and torturing him by cutting off his legs and feeding them to the mini critters, and stringing him up in the prison where he's slowly eaten by The Prototype's worshippers.

Still, he holds onto what sanity he has left from his interactions with Poppy (who I believe he ran into while he was wandering the Factory), and believed that an angel will bring them salvation.

. ☀️⭐️🍎💡⚡️🌸❤️☀️⭐️🍎💡⚡️🌸❤️☀️⭐️🍎💡⚡️🌸❤️ .

That's about it! Hope you guys enjoyed!!

~ 💜🌙 ~

[sarahrogersevans]

Cute request where Mary and little three years old cousin molly (frank and reader's kid) puts makeup on frank while he is asleep. Reader was cooking up some dinner

Little Troublemakers- Frank Adler xreader fan fic request

Summary: Mary and her cousin draws on Frank’s face while he’s asleep on the couch and Y/N is busy in the kitchen cooking dinner

Warnings: fluff, angst, kids being silly

-Frank’s POV-

I just got back to the house from working on my boat and I felt really tired and I heard Y/N cooking in the kitchen and I saw her by the stove and I went over to say hi and I walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her and I kissed her cheek and her neck and said “mmm hi baby, watcha cooking babe? It smells good.” She smiled at me and said “meatloaf and Mac and cheese for the kids.” I dipped my finger in the sauce and said “yum, so good Y/N, I’m gonna go take a nap ok?” She hugged me and said “alright honey I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”

I went to go lay on the couch and a bit later while I was sleeping I thought I heard giggling and I thought I felt something on my face but I was probably just dreaming so I went back to sleep fully. Mary said “hehe here molly draw the mustache and I’ll get the rest.” Molly nodded her head and said “here this good?” Mary nodded and said “ha! That looks great! He’s gonna love it.”

-Y/N’s POV-

I had just finished cooking dinner and I set the table for us and put everything on the table and I went to find Frank to wake him and I giggled seeing he had a drawing on his face and I saw the girls come out and I said “girls you are trouble makers drawing on your uncles face though.. it does looks really funny..” I noticed Frank was waking up and they quickly sat at the table and I went to hug him and I said “babe.. dinner is ready.” Frank noticed I was trying not to laugh and said “what? What is it Y/N?..” I looked down and he grabbed a mirror and said “oh, well that’s peachy.. Mary? Did you draw on my face while I was sleeping?” Mary burst into laughter and said “it looks great doesn’t it?” He laughed a bit and said “yes it does you’re a natural artist you silly girl but how many times have I told you to not draw on my face?” Mary nodded and said “five times Frank.. I’m sorry, I’ll help you clean it.” Frank shook his head and went to go hug Mary and said “no it’s alright thank you for apologizing Mary no harm done it’ll come off and Molly you drew the other parts hmm?” She smiled shyly and said “yes uncle I did .. sorry.” Frank smiled and said “no it’s ok you did really good you should draw more.”

I love how Frank encouraged Molly he is so good with kids this is why I love Frank so much.

We ate dinner and then I had the girls help me clean up and then I got the girls to bed early so Frank and I could have some time alone for the evening and Frank came out from washing his face and he sat down by me kissing my cheek and said “are the girls asleep?” I nodded my head and laid on his chest hugging him and said “yep both are in bed for the night. He cuddled me close to him and said “those girls drive me nuts but I love how they try to make us laugh no matter how tough things have been lately, I’m doing my best for our family.”

I kissed him and caressed his cheek gently and I said “I know Frank they love you and I do too, I love you do much and we’re proud of you and the girls are doing well in school.” Frank smiles at me and plays with my hair and we napped together for a bit and then checked on the girls before going to bed for the night hoping they’d be alright until morning, Frank and I love our family so much they are both very energetic trouble makers but we love them regardless.

Hi darling! Sorry it’s kinda short 😅 but I hope you enjoy it xx🤍

Taglist:

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@jessybarnes

@sunshine-on-my-mind

@nana1000night

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

The Birth of Shirozu(Full story)

For @starlightgirl242 & @randomfnf-au-loverandotherstuff

Note: This is after Rosie was born

On Saturday morning, Sick Boyfriend was waiting for Carly. 2 minutes later, Carly showed up.

Carly(GF): Hey Sick Boyfriend

Sick BF: Hey Carly, what's up?

Carly(GF): Oh nothing much, I just wanted to hang out and don't worry, I told Aiden that I was going out with you for a hang out.

Sick BF: And was he okay with it?

Carly(GF): Yep, he was okay with it. He learned to trust me after the whole date to disney world fiasco.

Sick BF: Oh Okay, so what do wanna do?

Carly(GF): It's your choice today, since you're pregnant and all....

Sick BF: Hmm? Oh I know, how about we go to the Parodies town mall for ice cream?

Carly(GF): Oh that seems nice, Okay let's go!

Sick BF: Okay!

Sick Boyfriend and Carly went to the Parodies town mall to get some ice cream.

Ice-cream Girl: Hello there, how can I help you two?

Sick BF: I want a strawberry cone.

Ice-cream Girl: And for you?

Carly(GF): No thanks, I'll just pay for ice cream cone.

Ice-cream girl: Alright, coming right up!

While the ice-cream girl went to get the cone, Sick Boyfriend was waiting happily for his ice cream.

Carly(GF): You excited, aren't you?

Sick BF: Yep, Oh! *felt a kick*

Carly(GF): Let me guess, the baby kicking again?

Sick BF: Hehe yep, seems like the little guy's playing soccer😊

2 minutes later,

Ice cream girl: Here's your ice-cream!

Sick BF: thank you!

After that, they went outside of the ice-cream parlor.

Sick Boyfriend was licking his ice-cream.

Carly(GF): How's your ice cream?

Sick BF: *licks* Mmm! It's taste good!

Sick BF: *Nom*

Carly(GF): Woah!

Sick BF: Yum~

Carly(GF): *mind* Well damn, Okay then...

Sick BF: Yummy! Yummy!

Carly(GF): Heh heh, You really liked ice cream, huh?

Sick BF: Yep, So what do you wanna do next?

Carly(GF): Well maybe the park?

Sick BF: Okay let's g-

All of a sudden, Sick Boyfriend felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Sick BF: Ow!

Carly(GF): What’s wrong?

Sick BF: I-I think I felt a sharp pain in my stomach! It hurts!

Carly(GF): W-Well maybe we can sit on the bench if you want to ease the pain, it’s probably just stomach pain.

Sick BF: Y-Yeah, Maybe you’re right, It’s probably just stomach pain and that it’s not the baby coming.

Carly(GF): Yeah c'mon let’s go sit down.

They went to find a bench to sit on when the pain started to get worse.

Sick BF: O-ow! *mind* Why is it still hurting?!

Carly(GF): What happened?

Sick BF: M-My stomach is still paining me! I don’t know why?!

Carly(GF): Could it be a contraction but it a false one?

Sick BF: N-No, it wouldn’t be a false one when the pain is hurting me so much!

Carly(GF): I have painkillers in my bag, should I give it to you?

Sick BF: I-! *looks down to see that water came from his area* Uh-oh….

Carly(GF): What’s wr-..*gasp* oh no…..

Sick BF: It’s coming…..IT’S COMING! THE BABY’S COMING!!!!!

Carly(GF): Oh crap! It’s coming right now?!

Sick BF: *crying* YES, IT’S COMING RIGHT NOW!

Carly(GF): SHIT! HANG ON, I’M GONNA TAKE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL Okay?!

Sick BF: *crying* O-Okay!

Carly carried Sick Boyfriend on her back, turned into her demon form and flew to the hospital.

Sick BF: *heavy breathing*

Carly(GF): Just hang on!

The pain started to get worse by the minute!

Sick BF: *groans* I-IT REALLY HURTS!

Carly(GF): Don’t worry Sick Boyfriend, I’m gonna take you to the hospital and you gonna be able to give bi-

Carly stopped when she saw that the hospital was closed. Carly was angry when she saw that the hospital was closed.

Carly(GF): WHAT?! CLOSED?! HOW THE HELL CAN IT BE CLOSED AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!

A doctor came out of the door covered in bruises.

Doctor: S-Sorry Ma'am, We had to close the hospital down, we had to deal with a zom-virus outbreak! So we have to close down till next month!

Carly(GF): Zom-Virus outbreak?

Doctor: Y-Yes, someone was diagonised with it and it spreaded through the building so no one is allowed to come to the hospital.

Carly(GF): W-Wait, my friend’s about to give birth, what am i suppose to do?!

Doctor: I-I don’t know, eith-

Zombified Nurse Daisy: *growls* (Grabs Doctor’s leg)

Doctor: AH! SAVE YOURSELF! AHHHHHHH!

*Zombie Nurse Daisy took the doctor away back inside as he closed the door*

Carly(GF): 😶

Sick BF: 😶

Carly(GF): Okay….I did not except that….

Sick BF: (Felt the pain getting worse) *crying* Owwwww! Carly! The pain is getting worse!

Carly(GF): Oh Crap! Uh Okay Okay, You know what? Let’s head to your house and tell Drugfriend what happened, Maybe we can think of something-

Carly felt something wet on her waist, it was water.

Carly(GF): Is….that….water…..

Sick BF: *Screaming and crying* It’s coming!

Carly(GF): OH CRAP! I BETTER HURRY TO SHRUGFRIEND HOUSEHOLD QUICKLY!

Sick BF: Hurry!

Once they handed to where the Shrugfriend household is, Sick Boyfriend screamed.

Sick BF: *SCREAMS*

Carly(GF): OH GOD!

Drugfriend: Hey! What's going on?!

Aiden(BF): Yeah, we heard screaming from outside!

They were shocked to see Sick Boyfriend and Carly when they came outside.

Aiden(BF): Carly! What happened?!

Carly(GF): It's Sick Boyfriend! The baby is coming!

DF + Aiden: WHAT?!

Sick BF: IT'S COMING!!!!!

Drugfriend: Oh god, we gotta go to the hospital!

Carly(GF): Yeah, about that...it's closed.

Aiden(BF): CLOSED?! HOW?!

Carly(GF): Zombie outbreak.

DF + Aiden: Oh...😶

Drugfriend: Then what are we gonna do?!

Carly(GF): I know...we gotta deliver this baby ourselves.

Aiden(BF): WHAT, b-but I don't know how to deliver a baby😟

Drugfriend: Well I know, I helped deliver Penny's baby, come on!

Carly(GF): Okay!

They head inside the house and head upstairs to the bedroom. Sick Girlfriend and Penelope overheard what is happening upstairs.

Sick GF: What's going on?!

Penelope: Yeah, what's happening?!

Carly(GF): It's coming!

Sick GF: What's coming?!

Aiden(BF): The baby!!!!

Sick GF + Penelope: WHAT?!

Carly(GF): He's going to give birth now!

Sick GF: Oh crap! We gotta help them!

Penelope: Right!

Sick Girlfriend and Penelope followed the others to the bedroom, Drugfriend placed Sick Boyfriend on the bed and took of his pants.

Drugfriend: Okay, He's all se-OH GOD, THAT'S A LOT OF WATER!!!!

Sick BF: Owwww! IT HURTS

Penelope: There there Sick Boyfriend, everything's going to be okay.

Sick GF: Oh jeez, this is intense than when Penelope gives birth!

Sick BF: Ow! *squeezes Sick Girlfriend's arm*

Sick GF: OW! You're squeezing my arm!

Carly(GF): Okay Aiden, are you ready?

Aiden(BF): I don't know, I've never help deliver a baby before....

Carly(GF): Well I'll help you, first we have to see if the head is coming.

Aiden(BF): O-Okay I'm sure it's not gonna be ba-

As soon as Aiden was gonna say something, Carly pulled up the blanket to show the gooey substace of Sick Boyfriend.

Aiden(BF): HOLY SHIT! *faints*

Carly(GF): AIDEN!

Drugfriend: W-What happened?!

Carly(GF): H-He fainted....B-But don't worry, I'll help deliver the baby, don't worry.

Drugfriend: O-Okay then....

And then the birth process begins....

Carly(GF): Okay then, there's the head, now push!

Sick BF: O-Okay.* pushes* Ouch! It hurts!

Drugfriend: Hang in there, Sick Boyfriend. Just keep pushing!

Penelope: Don't worry, it will be all over soon!

Sick BF: *crying* It hurts! It hurts so much!

Drugfriend: *comforts Sick Boyfriend* Shh i know, I know...

Carly(GF): Okay, The head is coming out, Now start pushing!

Sick BF: *pushes harder* I-I can't! It hurts!

Drugfriend: Don't worry buddy, Just keep pushing!

Sick BF: Argh! I-I can't, It hurts! You did this to me, Drugfriend! You did this!

Penelope: Don't worry Drugfriend, Sick Girlfriend has dealt with it when I was giving birth to Rosie.

Drugfriend: Oh r-right.

Sick GF: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! He's squeezing my arm! He's squeezing my arm!

Drugfriend: Just let him! *mind* Thank god, it didn't happened to me...

Then the baby started almost coming out.

Carly(GF): Okay it's almost out, just keep pushing!

Sick BF: *crying* I-I can't! It hurts so much!

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend, you have to do this, if not, the baby will die!

Sick BF: *gasp* My baby will die! *mind* I don't want my baby to die! I won't let my baby die!

Then Sick Boyfriend started to use his last bit of strength and his power to push the baby.

Sick BF: *screaming louder*

The lights started to flicker and the powerlines started to short circuit and some fell down.

Drugfriend: Woah! It's going down!

Penelope: Hang on!

Penelope and Drugfriend used their magic sheild to protect themselves and Sick Boyfriend and Sick girlfriend from getting hurt.

Carly(GF): A-Almost there....

Then....pop!

*Baby crying*

Sick BF: *pants*

Drugfriend: Phew! Is it over?

Carly(GF): Yep, it's over. I'll clean up the little guy. I'll be right back.

Penelope: Okay.

After that was over,

Drugfriend: You feeling okay, buddy?

Sick BF: Y-Yeah, I think i'm fine.

Penelope: Wow, Sick Boyfriend, You must've used most of your power to push your baby out!

Sick BF: I did?

Penelope: Yeah, You might've almost caused a power outage through the whole city.😑

Sick BF: Heh heh, Oops!😅

Sick GF: Yeah and you almost broke my wrist!😡

Sick BF: Yeah, my bad😅

Sick GF: You're lucky you just squeezed it.

Sick BF: I know.

Penelope: I'm just glad all that pain and labor is over.

Sick BF: Yeah, wait....Where's my baby?!

Drrugfriend: Oh don't worry, Carly is gonna bring them.

Sick BF: Oh okay.

Sick GF: So what do you guys think the gender of the baby will be?

Drugfriend: I don't know, maybe a girl or a boy? Or probably the same like Sick Boyfriend, intersexual.

Sick GF: Oh okay.

Suddenly, Aiden woke up.

Aiden(BF): (dazed) *groans* W-What happened?

Drugfriend: You fainted😑

Aiden(BF): O-Oh right, my bad....huh?

Aiden felt something wet and gooey and long on his hand.

Aiden(BF): What am i holding? 🤨

Sick BF: *mind* Oh crap! Do we tell him that he's holding my umbilical cord......

Aiden(BF): It feels wet and sticky and long.....

Drugfriend: T-That's Sick Boyfriend's umbilical cord.😅

Aiden(BF): U-Umbilical what now?!

Sick GF: Yep, that's his umbilical cord you're holding...

Aiden(BF): Oh god, I think I'm gonna-*faints again*

Sick BF: AIDEN!

Penelope: Oh god!

Drugfriend: Oh boy, not again....

Sick GF: Eh, he'll wake up soon.

Drugfriend: I guess that makes sense.

Carly soon came back while the new born baby wrapped around with a lavender blanket.

Drugfriend: So what gender is our baby?

Carly: Well surprisingly, it's intersexual like Sick Boyfriend. Anyways, here they are.

Carly handed the newborn baby to Sick Boyfriend.

Sick BF: Awww they're so adorable

Drugfriend: Yeah. Hey guys, come check out our baby!

Penelope: Aww they're so cute!

Sick GF: Not gonna lie, they're so beautiful.

The newborn baby opened their eyes, they had both Sick Boyfriend's and Drugfriend's eyes.

Penelope: Aww look, they got both your eyes.

Sick BF: Aww

Drugfriend: So cute.

Aiden(BF): (dazed) *groans* W-What happpened?

Sick GF: You fainted again.

Aiden(BF): Oh right, sorry about that.

Penelope: Come see their newborn baby.

Aiden got up and looked at the newborn baby's eyes, his eyes went watery.

Sick BF: Woah, Aiden what's wrong?

Aiden(BF): Oh s-sorry, I'm just crying tears of joy, They're so beautiful.

Drugfriend: Aww I'm glad, you liked them buddy.

Carly(GF): So what do you guys wanna name them?

Penelope: Hmm? Well I let my friends decide what to name the baby.

Sick GF: So what are you guys gonna name them?

Sick BF: Hmm? Oh I know, How about Shirozu?

Baby Shirozu: *baby giggling*

Drugfriend: I think they like that name. Shirozu.

Sick GF: I like that name.

Penelope: Me too.

Drugfriend: Well then it's settled then, Welcome to the world: Shirozu.

Baby Shirozu: *baby giggling*

The end.

Note: Shirozu means White star flower( My opinion)

[ghostytypewriter]

Chapter 4: Lip Gloss & Power Plays

We take the second shot in tandem—glass clinks, mutual grimace, and then an immediate reach for sushi. I grab a piece that’s swimming in too much wasabi and nearly cry, fanning my mouth while he howls at me.

“You do this every time,” he says, wheezing through his own spicy regret.

“Tradition,” I gasp, chasing it with water like it’ll undo my poor decisions.

Before I can recover, he strolls over to the speaker and hits play. Chapple Roan fills the room with glitter and grit, the opening synths a jolt of electricity straight to my spine. I groan playfully. “You’re trying to get me in the mood to dance before we’ve even left.”

He shrugs, unapologetic. “Just setting the tone.” 

It works. I’m moving almost on instinct, hips swaying as I cross the room to my cupboard. The second shot seemed to be getting to me. He plants himself behind me on the bed, a self-appointed fashion judge, arms crossed and grin smug. I rifle through my options, holding up pieces to the mirror.

“Too cold for this dress?” I ask, dangling a silky black number in the air.

“Mmm,” he hums noncommittally, “ehhh”

“Fair,” I mutter. “Too warm for sleeves?”

“Depends. Are you aiming for ‘casual chaos’ or ‘main character energy’?”

I finally settled on a grey cropped tank, broken-in jeans, and my black bomber jacket. I hold it out in front of me like a fashion exhibit. He gives a slow, deliberate thumbs-up.

“Fits the vibe,” he says. “You look like someone who might start a bar fight and then win it with charm.”

I nod once in agreement, satisfied, and start to change. He gets up to fill Scruffy’s bowls, muttering a little goodnight to the cat, then grabs his wallet and—without asking—my ID. I roll my eyes affectionately. He always insists on carrying it “in case you get distracted again and leave your entire bag in the booth.”

As I lean toward the mirror to finish my makeup, he walks back in and plants his chin on top of mine from behind. His weight is warm, grounding, and very much in the way.

“Babe,” I warn, trying not to smear my eyeliner.

“What? I’m helping,” he mumbles into my hair, mussing it slightly.

As I finish applying my cherry-glossed lips, he meets my gaze in the mirror, eyes dark and full of mischief. Before I can say anything, he spins me around, grabs my face in both hands, and kisses me—biting gently at my bottom lip, sucking it between his with just enough pressure to make me forget how to breathe.

He pulls back, smug. “Yum. Cherry.”

My brain short-circuits. I stutter, heat rising to my cheeks. “Y-you—”

“Me?” he says, already stepping back with the swagger of a man who thinks he’s won.

Nope. Not tonight.

Heady from the drinks, and with newly acquired confidence- I grab him by the belt loop and yank him close, lips brushing the shell of his ear. I feel his breath catch. Good.

I let my fingers skim down to his sternum, drawing lazy circles, watching his pupils dilate. Then I bite lightly across his chin, kissing down his jaw, inching lower until—

Slip.

My lip gloss is now in his jacket pocket. I pat it once, smirking up at him.

“Hold that for me, cherry thief,” I whisper.

He freezes, mouth parted, unsure if he should grin or combust. I walk off, brushing past him casually like I didn’t just hijack the upper hand. His laugh rumbles out a moment later—deep and delighted—and I hear it follow me down the hallway like a bow on a very well-played game.

Game, set, lip gloss.

We were finally ready—cat fed, playlist loaded, keys in hand. He slung the rest of the tequila into a tote, tucked under his arm alongside the leftover snacks from the store: seaweed crisps, strawberry Pocky, a bag of Cheetos and some rogue rice crackers that had broken loose in the bottom of the bag. I grabbed my lip gloss from his pocket on the way out, just to make a point, and he grinned like I’d just kissed him again.

The air outside had settled into that soft, humming kind of night where everything feels just on the edge of something good. Our footsteps echoed quietly against the pavement as we walked the short distance across the complex toward our friends’ place. More lights were on now, the promise of the weekend pulsing behind half-open windows. Music floated from somewhere above, and we passed a couple we recognized from game night a few weeks ago, arms full of seltzers and smiles.

By the time we reached Tara’s door, we weren’t alone. Two more friends had caught up with us—Liv in an oversized flannel and hoops big enough to signal air traffic, and Kevin balancing a speaker and his infamous bottle of “experimental punch.”

I knocked twice and pushed the door open to the usual chaos: outfits scattered like breadcrumbs, someone straightening someone else’s hair in the hallway, a pair of boots flying across the room in search of their match. The pre-party was alive and still in its larval form—everyone mid-transformation.

I stepped over a duffle bag, raised the tote above my head, and grinned.

“We come bearing gifts and reparations,” I declared.

A chorus of cheers met us. Someone yelled “Tequila!!” like a battle cry, and another person immediately started digging through the bag for snacks.

He leaned in close, whispering, “Look at you. Forgiven before the first shot.”

I shrugged, smug. “Told you. They miss the snacks.”

He laughed, tugged me into the glow of the living room, and just like that, we dissolved into the tangle of half-dressed friends, buzzing speakers, and warm yellow light. The night had only just begun.

[pasiveagressive]

James Corden// T.C.

I didn’t really know what to call this so here it is. 

“Welcome back to Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts.” James Corden says to the camera. “I’m here with Timothee Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N”

You smile and wave as James begins to explain the rules of the game. You’d seen the bit enough times to know how to play, so you tune James out a little. You didn’t mean to, you just had a lot on your mind lately. 

“The first question is for Timothee and since I'm such a big fan  I’m going to give him the salmon smoothie.” James smiles wickedly.

“Mmm.” Timothee says sarcastically and grimaces at you.

“You work with many people on a regular basis because you are known for your chemistry together. So my question is who is your favorite costar? Keep in mind one of them is sitting right across from you, and is your girlfriend” James reads off the card before looking at you. You purse your lips as you look at Timothee.

“Timmy it’s okay if you say Saoirse.” You smile at him “I mean as long as you are okay with me saying mine is Tom Holland.” His face lit up with laughter as he folded his arms.

“Now I don’t feel like I can answer this.” He says with a fake upset tone, making the audience cheer. He then looks at the smoothie, then back at you, then back at the smoothie, picking it up and taking a chug.

“Aw.” You hold your hand over your heart as you stare at him lovingly. “I knew you loved me.”

“Gross.” James deadpans, making the two of you laugh.

“Next question is for Y/N and I am going to give you the mixed insect yogurt.” Timothee says 

“Oh yum.” you say with a sarcastic smile “ That’s my favorite, how did you know?”

“That’s what boyfriends are for aren’t they?” he smiles at you

“You two are the strangest couple I have met.” James shakes his head as he laughs.

“We get that a lot.” You and Timmy say in unison.

“Okay, Y/N, which avenger are you most looking forward to working with now that Disney owns the rights to the X-Men?” Timothee reads off your card with a furrowed brow before setting it back on the table. “Now wait a minute that question is -” James cuts him off 

“What a great question for you Y/N.” 

“Ooo. That’s a toughy.” You click your tongue and the audience laugh gleefully. “Maybe Anthony and Sebastian. Their chemistry is out of this world, very similar to Tim’s and Saoirse.” Timothee still looks annoyed that you got away easy when you turn the table picking a food for James

“James, I’m gonna give you the Pork tongue and cow blood jelly.”

“It looks warm.” James comments as he picks it up to examine it. “I can’t tell if that's a good thing or a bad one”

“Ick.” Timothee grimaces as you read

“James you have three children, and you are famously close with Harry Styles and Jimin from BTS. If you could save either your children or Harry and Jimin from a dangerous situation, who would you save?

The audience reacts accordingly and you raise your eyebrows at the host.

“I can’t answer that.” James holds  his hand over his mouth as he stares at the jelly in front of him.

“Then why don’t you just take a nice bite. ” You ask bluntly, making the audience laugh.

“That’s an excellent question.” James looks at you making eye contact as he takes a bite from the cube. Followed immediately with a drink of water.

“Ew. Is it chewy?” You wonder as he coughs into his elbow.

“You don’t want to know.” James says hoarsely, shaking his head.

“Do I go now?” Timothee asks, already forgetting the order of turns.

“If by go now you mean answer a deep dark question or eat one of these delightful foods then yes.” James tells him as he wipes his mouth. “Hmmm, what to give Mr. Chalamet.” 

“Bird Saliva *cough cough*.” You say and pretend to cough into your elbow

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N what a wonderful idea.” James smiles at you

“Thank you James that is what I am here for.” you smirk at your boyfriend who gives you the side eye.

“Timothee,” James giggles  “you have famously f***** a peach on camera, after that experience which one of these other fruits would you do that with, a banana, a kiwi, or an orange?” Timothee sits there for a second then replies

“Just for the record, I didn’t actually you know,” you cut him off 

“Oh my god you are actually going to answer this.” he side eyes you “Sorry I will keep my mouth shut.”

“Anyway, if I had to pick one though I would say the kiwi I guess.” He then turns the table

“Okay.” Timmy smiled deviantly and spun the table. “I’m gonna give you the turkey testicles because I know how much you love-“

“Tim.” You cut him off with a stern look.

“Turkey dinner.” He finished his sentence. “She loves thanksgiving and turkey dinner.”

You squint your eyes at him as he laughed devilishly.

“I’m about to walk out.” You threatened him once your fate was put in front of you.

“It’s not a true interview with us unless one of us threatens to leave.” Timothee noted as he picked up his card. “Which of your ex’s, I don’t like this question already, which of your ex’s was the best in bed?”

“Oh, definitely O’Brien.” You answered confidently, relieved you didn’t have to eat the item in front of you. Timothee narrowed his eyes at you

“That didn’t take long for you to answer.”

“Baby no need to be jealous, I am not with O’Brien now am I? Plus you said ex’s you are 100%, my best.” You tell him. The audience erupted into a mix of awes and laughter and you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“Next question.” You speak, wanting to move on “James, other than the two of us who is your favorite guest to have on the show?” He rolls his eyes and looks down at what you had placed in front of him. A delightful shot of soy sauce and mayo. 

“That ‘s just not a fair question now is it? I love all my guests-”

“Bullshit.” you and Timothee say together “Jinx, jinx again.” you then break down into a fit of giggles. “Okay James, answer or drink up.”

“It’s just not a fair question.” he says as he picks up the glass, downing it and then throwing it back up into the garbage can beside him. He wipes the corners of his mouth as he speaks “This one’s for Timmy and I’m giving you the worm spaghetti .” James decided. “Tim, how much did you get paid for Little Women?” Timothee rolls eyes, 

“James I don’t like to talk about money, it’s tacky.” he then looks at the worms “But um, I bought my mom a house and still had plenty leftover.”  

“My turn. I’m gonna give you the tarantula. James.” You decided and picked up a card. 

“When you met Paul McCartney were you completely starstruck?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. 

“Paul was perfectly lovely and we would love to have him back.” James furrowed his brows confused. “There is no way that is what the card said”

“Just amuse her please, she is obsessed with the man” Timothee rolls his eyes

“I mean yes, he is Paul McCartney.” James says furrowing his brow further.

“Thank you for your candor.” You smile and Timothee laughs 

“Stop it.” He couldn’t contain his laughter. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s my turn to ask Y/n.” James said as he looked around the table for what hadn’t been used yet.

“Fire away.” You said casually despite the butterflies in your tummy over what he could possibly ask you.

“Okay Y/n, I’m gonna give you the grasshoppers.” You bit your tongue between your teeth as James moved the table towards you.

“Delicious.” You grimaced as you poked around in the bowl of grasshoppers.

“Y/n, if Timothee got down on one knee and asked...” James read off the card and the audience murmured with anticipation. Your eyes go wide realizing what is happening, “ you to marry him, what would you say?” You look and see Timmy down on one knee showing you a gorgeous ring. Tears well in your eyes. You nod your head

“Yes, I would say yes.” You put it simply, making Tims face shift into a smile. “

“Congratulations to the both of you.” James said sincerely. “I think that just about wraps this up this segment.

“Thanks for having us James.” You said as you leaned into Timothee and took his hand, kissing the back of it as you all walked back towards the main stage.

[shycoconutt]

I Found My Light: Chapter 2 (Kakashi X Reader)

Chapter 1

A/n: Well, I decided to continue! I'm very excited about this. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Left confused after last night, you talk with Kurenai over breakfast at your favorite diner.

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but might not be later lol)

“You… cuddled?” You could feel Kurenai’s eyes burning into the top of your head as you stared down at the coffee cup between your hands, her tone of disbelief unquestionable.

“I mean, yeah, I don’t know how else to describe it,” you started, nervously biting your lip, “one moment we were under the tree with his arms wrapped around me, and the next I was waking up in my own bed this morning with him nowhere to be found.” It was strange really. You don’t remember even moving from the spot you two were in, so how could you have made it all the way home without waking up? Did he carry you all the way there? Teleport? How does he even know where you live?

“Are you sure you’re not imagining it? Sounds to me like you were just having a realistic dream.” You could see Kurenai’s hand reach out and grab your wrist, giving it a small squeeze. “Didn’t you say you were thinking about him the other day? Maybe he just ended up slipping into your dream because you miss him.”

Looking up from your cup, you meet her sympathetic eyes. Kurenai knows more than anyone else about the feelings you had for Kakashi when you were young, so dreaming about him wouldn’t be a far-fetched idea.

“Listen, I get why you would think that way,” you started, “but I’m telling you, as ridiculous as it sounds, that’s what happened.” You lean back into the booth and fold your arms across your chest, escaping Kurenai’s grasp. There’s absolutely no way you will let anyone take that moment away from you, you decided.

“Alright, alright, I believe you!” Kurenai chuckled with her hands coming up in defense. “If you want I can ask Asuma to tell me if Kakashi says anything about it to him. I mean I highly doubt Kakashi would go around telling people you two had a cuddle session, but who knows? He sounds like a whole new man.”

“Order’s up!” Your waiter exclaimed, bringing three plates of food over to your booth. “Let’s see I have the eggs and bacon,” placing the plate in front of Kurenai, “the veggie scramble, and the pancakes you wanted to share.” Placing the rest of the plates down, you both give him a warm smile and a thank you.

“Mmm yum.” You both say in unison as you begin to eat.

“Honestly, (y/n), you better hurry up and eat that scramble because I am ravenous right now and will finish our pancakes before you even get to them.” Kurenai teased with a mouth full of eggs.

“You eat my half of the pancakes and you can expect a kunai in your back during training today.” You threatened, pointing your butter knife at her.

“Wait,” Kurenai paused and then gasped, “that’s right!”

“What?” You ask, a tad concerned at her excitement.

“Kakashi!”

“Kakashi—”

“Will be at training today!” She exclaimed. You could feel the blood begin to drain from your face. “Yeah since he’s not a member of the Anbu anymore he has time to train with us. Gui finally convinced him to, saying something about taking advantage of the springtime of our youth.”

“Ah, typical Gai.” You spoke flatly, trying to remain as casual as possible, but inside you began to panic. How are you going to face Kakashi so soon? You have absolutely no idea how he feels about last night. I mean, he instigated the cuddle session but left you in your bed this morning without any word. Were you supposed to keep that moment between you a secret? Did you already mess up by telling Kurenai? How could you be so—

“(Y/N)!”

You snapped out of your train of thought and met Kurenai’s concerned eyes, a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

“(Y/n), I can feel you spiraling from over here.” She gave you a small chuckle. “You’re going to be fine. If anything, he should be the one nervous to face you. How can he explain what happened last night without admitting he has feelings for you?” She reasoned while taking the last bite of her half of the pancakes.

“Admitting he has feelings for me?” You repeated in disbelief after a pause. “You can’t be serious.”

“Well, how else do you explain it?”

“He’s lonely, or lost.” You begin to think out loud. “Ah, or he needed human connection and I was the only one around, simple as that.” Proud of your answer, you take the last couple bites of your food as well.

“I suppose you could be right,” Kurenai began, “but you're definitely wrong.”

“How am I wrong?”

“Well, to be completely honest with you, if anyone in the world ends up with Kakashi, it’s going to be you,” Kurenai stated matter-of-factly.

“What!” You scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

“Hey, hey, not too fast there with the rejection.” Kurenai reasoned. “Besides Rin, you were the only girl he gave any attention to.”

Rin.

My poor Rin.

I miss her.

“You realize that’s because Rin and I were best friends right? I was only given attention by association. He was close to me because he had to be.” Your voice began to trail off at the end as you could start to feel your throat tighten, Rin’s death still stinging like salt in an open wound. “Don’t forget what happened in the months after Rin’s death.”

“I know,” Kurenai said almost to herself.

You continued anyway, “He avoided me. We crossed paths probably a thousand times at Rin’s grave, no words exchanged. Until one day I told him that I knew what happened and that I didn’t fault him for any of it. Then we exchanged a few words here and there only for it to ultimately fizzle out again. Now here we are, years later, and we’re somehow connected again? Seemingly out of nowhere? It makes no sense.” Damn, maybe I was dreaming.

“Maybe it does.”

“How?”

“Well,” Kurenai sat back and began to play with the ends of her hair, “what if he wants to start over? What if he wants to get back to the way things were before?”

“When we were just little genin?”

“Sure.”

“Or,” you began after a moment, “he feels guilty and wants to clear his conscience.” That sounds more realistic.

“Ah, there you go being a grade-A pessimist again.” Kurenai chuckles with her hand covering her face. “How about we quit the speculation and just find out naturally?”

“Fine.” You sighed, putting your chin in your hand while gazing out the diner window.

“It’s tragic really.” Kurenai pondered, also staring out into the distance.

“What?” You looked at her confused.

“We should’ve gotten two orders of pancakes. I’m still hungry.” She complained.

You stared at her for a moment, unamused while she gave you a big, goofy grin.

Finally feeling yourself break into a smile, you laughed and threw your napkin at her face. “I swear the only things on your mind are Asuma and pancakes. You have a problem.”

“Ugh, not true!” She joked, pretending to be offended. “I also think about how nice it would be if my future maid of honor and Asuma’s future best man were in a happy, fulfilled relationship together.” She stated, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Shut up.”

“Careful, (Y/n),” she smiles, getting up from the table and taking your hand in hers, “at this rate your eyes are gonna roll out of your pretty head.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You mused, putting your arm over Kurenai’s shoulders as you stroll out of the diner, leaving money and a tip for your waiter.

“You never know, (Y/n).” Kurenai spoke as you made it outside. “Just promise me you’ll keep an open mind tonight, okay?”

You sighed, feeling stressed again about the training session.

“Yeah, okay,” you finally answered, turning to face her. “And you promise me you won’t tell anyone else about what happened last night, not even Kakashi can know that you know, okay?”

“I promise to not tell a soul.” She spoke sincerely. “I’ll see you tonight, my love.” She gave you a strong hug, a kiss on the cheek, and walked off in the direction of her apartment making sure to look back and give you a teasing wink.

You smiled and yelled after her, “People are gonna start thinking we’re lesbians if you keep that up!”

“Let them think what they want!” She yelled back without turning around.

And just like that, there you were, one of the strongest kunoichis of the Hidden Leaf, feared by many, standing alone on a busy street terrified to attend your training session tonight because of one silver-haired shinobi.

One very handsome, insanely smart, terrifyingly strong, porn-reading, sharingan-wielding, silver-haired shinobi.

That you cuddled.

Last night.

Shit.

[tsuki-sennin]

Itadakimasu~! Time for another great Sunday lunch with our Cure friends~! Today I'm having a couple slices of leftover pizza. And what a crap pizza it is. Very flat and floppy, the cheese is all off, the pepperoni is weak... I don't even know who made it, the box it came in just said "Pizza!" And let me tell you, microwaving it just made me real sad.

Anyways, Spoilers, I guess...

-Chururin, the world's deadliest serial killer.

-CureSta seems a lot less terrible than the real thing, I tell you what.

-Wǒ ài lāmiàn~! I'd argue that the professional kind is worth moving straight to the Far East for.

-Mem-Mem,,,

-Member's Only Churro Kururun Glutten Free Meme Dragon.

-Hanamichi~! Good to see you.

-That's a whole-ass panda.

-I rarely order ramen from actual restaurants, and I'm personally more of an udon kinda guy anyway, but last year, I ordered a bowl of noodles from a semi-local sushi place with shio broth, bamboo shoots, spinach, a whole boiled egg, and some narutomaki. Now I'm told that the perfect compliment to any perfectly crafted bowl of noodles is a beer, but I couldn't buy any at the time, so...

-Yui Nagomi, a connoisseur fluent in the art of noodle.

-Ran's dad lookin' pretty DILF-y, ngl. Kinda looks like Tao Pai Pai from Dragon Ball though. Makes sense, considering Toei Animation, but...

-The passion in the art of fine cuisine is nothing to be ashamed of.

-Ramen Fairy~! They bring

-Chururin~!

-Mari-chan, she's already seen the Recipeppi, I don't think covering poor Mem-Mem's gonna do much.

-Oyone :O

-Do ALL the old people in this town know each other?

-Act natural, Mem-Mem. Ran won't suspect a thing.

-Panda Get!

-Dwagon...

-Oh yeah, there's a ton of fairies! Mermaids too! And aliens, and time travel! Robots too!

-Ran's got poise!

-The power of love for cuisine...

-God, Gentle is like... peak character design.

-And yes, I'm calling her Gentle. "Jentoru" is that word written in katakana, Gentlu is a stupid romanization, Crunchyroll sucks, moving on.

-I guess they wouldn't show up in a public library, even in a food-devoted town like this.

-PRESIDENT AMANE IS GENTLE :O

-I mean, it's not that big a twist, considering how similar their designs are, but damn.

-...Cure Gentle confirmed?

-We're having a sale~!

-Working for a day, huh?

-Damn, I've got a hankerin' for ramen now. Even the cheap stuff feels like a gentle mid-summer kiss if you use the right ingredients!

-Ramen Musume. Coming soon to HiDive.

-Mem-Mem said "Peace out, yo."

-We're gonna share an asswhoopin!

-He go zoom.

-Oh man, I just realized. It's not just the food that suffers, it's business too!

-Beat 'em up, Ram!

-Ohhhhhh, bringin' up the price. That's cruel.

-Oh c'mon Mari, she's been working all day and has been getting tossed around for like five minutes. She's earned a big fuck-off bowl of premium ramen.

-Yeeeeeah, that's right Mari! Kokone too!

-Hanyaaaa~!

-Fuck 'em up, sweetie!

-Get 'er!

-Daaaamn, Mem-Mem got some fire!

-Mega sized rarity!

-Yum-Yum Dragon! Are you ready? Wake up burning! Get Yum-Yum Dragon! Yeah~!

-Cure Yum-Yum is the funniest and cutest goddamn name I've ever heard.

-Ohhhh, she got slashes!

-Traingles, Circles, and now Lines... Geometry.

-Well, two seems like the minimum Cure number, so...

-They're all together now!

-Yui-pyon~! Koko-pi~! Yep, definitely OT3 material.

-Marippe~!

-Our gurl is an influencer! ...I sure hope she doesn't find herself in cancellation range.

-Mmm... pineapple juice. Great for immune system health and heart rates.

-A tour of the town, huh? That sounds like a great time! I hope nothing wacky or uncharacteristic happens~!

-Man, PreCure towns just seem like the best place to be in the world, no matter the season, huh? ...the travel blog potential must be incredible.

-Alright, I uh... wound up getting a real hankerin' for some ramen, but I'll be coming back later today for Revice content! Probably over dinner, judging by the way my schedule currently looks right now.

[taejeonie]

taehee baby

— aka all the times taehee was babied by the members

taeyong, doyoung, yuta, johnny

the big four who always baby taehee

taeyong and doyoung would ask her if she’s eaten yet

and you’ll see them feed taehee food even if she didn’t ask

“taehee, ah”

taehee: yum (＾∇＾)

if she likes it she’s gonna show a cute reaction (her nodding while showing off her dimples) to which they both respond with “ah you’re so cute (*'▽'*)”

if she doesn’t like it she makes a funny face just so they can laugh

“not your taste?,” taeyong chuckles

“mmm ...... it tastes weird to me”

you would also see them have their arm around taehee’s shoulders and she just clings on to their torso like a koala

whenever she tries to leave she couldn’t :O

doie felt extra clingy one day

“oppa i r e a l l y have to go,” he knows thats just an exaggeration

“i’ll go with you then”

“uGhHhHgh”

“did you say something?”

“UGHHHHH”

doyoung: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ but still doesn’t let her leave

yuta and johnny,,,they’re more on teasing?? but she’s still their baby boop

“what’s our baby doing for today? (￣▽￣)”

“i’m not a baby,” taehee answers

then yuta looks at the camera like he’s in the office, with a look that says ‘kids these days....’

“everyone, you know that taehee sleeps with a stuff toy right? she sleeps like this,”

then yuta imitates how taehee slept, like a baby with the tiny pout and all

“i DO NOT SLEEP LIKE THAT !!! I JUST KEEP IT BESIDE ME LIKE THIS”

yuta, ignoring her: “and this is why our taehee is still a baby (＾ω＾)”

johnny, when hyper, would excessively call taehee baby

“aww our baby, look at our baby, isn’t she cute aww baby baby baby”

then just imagine the height difference woah

“you know you sound like your mom right?”

she’s still ignored

mark and hyuck

you’d see mark pinch her cheeks from time to time

like he’s holding it in but he just *pinch*

“OW TAEYONG OPPA MARK PINCHED ME”

“IT DOESNT EVEN HURT”

she’s just messing with you mark :P

if taehee’s feeling generous that day, she’ll let mark squish her cheeks and wouldnt mess with him

hyuck and mark would either pull taehee to sit in front of them or let her sleep with her head on their lap

when they were preparing for a punch stage, and hyuck, doyoung, jungwoo, and taeyong were singing and dancing

taehee was actually sleeping on one of the couches

now she’s a heavy sleeper, but if the noise was too loud you’ll wake her

the members didn’t notice, johnny was the one to remind them

“keep it down taehee’s sleeping”

hyuck already noticed her stirring in her sleep so he thought she mustve woken up already

“aww was our baby asleep?”

then hyuck flops onto the couch while wrapping his arms around taehee

“mmm,” yeah she’s still sleepy

“did we wake you?”

“nooo”

“sorry,” hyuck gently pulls her to sit up so she can wake herself up since she still needed to prepare ,,, and cuddles her while she does

other times hyuck would ruffle her hair playfully and taehee would pretend to be annoyed

hyuck finds it cute

he would also feed her from time to time but she refuses

“noona ah”

“i can feed myself i have hands”

“noona aaaaa”

taehee shows hyuck she can feed herself just to be stubborn and food accidentally dropped from her spoon and to her chin

“SEEEE,” hyuck laughs

“ahh,” he shakes his head as he wipes her chin instead of giving her the tissue, “our baby is still a baby”

hyuck was doing vlive one cold evening

someone went in the room but fans knew it was taehee when hyuck said, “just get one in the closet,” and winked right after

it was taehee asking for another hoodie ٩( 'ω' )و

hyuck would jokingly complain in past videos that taehee kept getting his hoodies, but let her anyways when she claimed that ‘his hoodies look nice’

jungwoo and taeil

jungwoo and taeil would baby her just the same

taehee would go, “taeil oppa can you open this for me please?”

after taeil opened whatever taehee was asking him, he would return it to her saying, “here you go you five year old ʅ(◞‿◟)ʃ”

taehee: eung? (._.)

it is an inside joke among 127 that taehee has/had a crush on jungwoo (as said before hehe)

so jungwoo kinda takes advantage of this

“oh i think jungwoo oppa would be really good at that,,we should play this game some time”

��is it because you like me?”

radiates the same energy as to when jungwoo said he wanted doyoung for his birthday (^-^)v

“no.....?”

then he stares at taehee with a playful smirk on his face for awhile before facing the camera again, “you like me”

“i do not !!”

“our taehee baby is still a shy baby baby,” he sang

jeno

now out of the dream members (excluding hyuck and mark), only jeno is the one to actually baby taehee

in an older brother kind of way

whenever jeno would come to hug taehee from behind he’d carry her and spin her around before putting her down

sometimes, taehee would pretend to get dizzy to make jeno laugh :D

there are other times where taehee’s playing games on her phone and jeno watches from her shoulder

“ahh i lost :((“

“i think you should try to curve earlier so it’s easier for you”

then when taehee wins the game she gets so happy like \(//∇//)\

making jeno happy like (⌒▽⌒)

and it’s cute since both of them have eye smiles

all the boys do but fans really see how jeno make sure taehee has food on her plate before he does

hes such a caring person :(( we saw this more when he took the leader role when mark left i just love this boy so much

would jokingly play peek-a-boo with her from time to time just to make her laugh

plays along with taehee’s games, even if they both know she’ll lose at the end

“jeno let’s arm wrestle”

“are you sure?”

“i don’t think this is a good idea- WAIT,” but mark is already laughing his ass off he cant stop them now

taehee was able to hold up for a good five seconds but jeno pushed until her hand hit the table

“my arm hurts,” taehee said

to compensate for her ‘loss’ jeno pulls their hands to the other side, making it look like he lost instead of taehee

and this immediately puts a smile on her face like :((

jeno just finds taehee really babie he needed to Protect

[charliesshitposts]

[Valentine’s Day part [2/2]

Cas:*sitting by Dean’s bedside staring at him*

Dean:*stretches,groans loudly* NNNYAAAAAAAAA..mmm.*rolls over,sees Cas staring,jolts*AH!

Cas:*holding a tray table with a heart shaped omelet,eggs, sausages and bacon. A glass of milk and a rose from the garden in a small vase* Happy Valentine’s Day. *smiling*

Dean:*taken aback,takes the tray* Thank you so much Cas.*smiles wide* Happy Valentine’s Day. Come here.*hugs him tight*

Cas:I’ve got you your present. Do you want it now or later?

Dean:Now would be fine. Let me get up. *gets out of bed,wearing his weenie pajama bottoms*

Cas:*walking and talking* I didn’t know what to get you that could top the Christmas present so I got you a box full of little things you’ll enjoy.

Dean:That’s fine too. Really anything you give me is perfect.

[Cas gestures towards the box wrapped in colorful red paper,Dean goes to it]

Dean:Alright let’s see.*tears it open,his eyes widen. He pulls out the first thing,a Magic Fingers Bed Relaxation System* You didn’t...I haven’t seen one of these things in years.

Cas:A local hotel was going out of business so I got a pretty good deal for it. *smiles proudly*

Dean:This would do but I see there’s more in the box. *pulls out a greasy white bag,opens it* A bacon cheese burger! *smiles* Yum! *picks up a piece of paper* This just says ‘Call Sam’

Cas:Sam!

Sam:*comes in* Is it time?

Cas:Yes.

Dean:Time for what?

Sam:We’re going to play Rock Paper Scissors but I’m going to let you win.

Dean:*chuckles* Okay. Which one are you going to put down?

Sam:Rock.

Dean:Understood. Ready?

Both:Rock Paper Scissors shoot.

Dean:*puts down paper* Ha! I win!

Sam:*laughing* Congrats.

Dean:*subtle wink*

Sam:*nods,walks out*

Cas:That’s it. *frowns* Sorry if the box misled you. It was mostly for the relaxation system. If I would have put it in a bag it would have ripped the bottom.

Dean:*hugging Cas around the middle* No need for apologies. I loved everything. *kisses his forehead*

Cas:*smiles,hugging Dean* Is it time for my gift now?

Dean:*sighs* Yeah...about that...I’m so sorry Cas. I completely forgot it was Valentine’s Day today. I swear I’ll make it up to you.

Cas:*pulls away* Y-you’re kidding right?

Dean:*shaking his head* I’m not. I’m really sorry.

Cas:You mean that you have absolutely nothing planned for today?! Nothing? Listen Dean I know you’re not the type to show their feelings but for one fricking day couldn’t you at least try? No..*shaking head* No wait..no this is my fault. Why do I even try. *wiping away tears* We should just give up and not celebrate anything ever. *turns to leave*

Dean:*grabs him by the arm* Cas wait!

Sam:*comes in holding a small calico kitten* Happy Valentine’s Day.

Cas:*overdramatically gasps* KITTY CAT! *gently pets her head with his finger* She’s beautiful! I love it! I love her! I love you! *tackles Dean*

Dean:*goes down like a lamp,laughing*

[pixigirl]

Feeling a little sleepy - Pt. 2

@ladynoirjuly2020 - days 13

A miraculous ladybug role play with 2 more parts coming. This is a typed version of an amazing role play I was part of in the Tumblr chat called Miraculous Ladybug Role play. Owner: @viperionx

Participants: @pixigirl and @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj

All fluff some angst.

Chapter name: Yes he did fall asleep 

Context: pre-reveal. Adrien had taken his lady back to his house so that she wouldn’t get a cold.

Marinette

Adrien

 (Adrien’s room)

*Mari starts waking up because yes Adrien fall asleep*

*Grabs her closer cause he noticed her moving while he was still sleeping*

Mmm where am I *slowly opens her eyes*

*internally* Oh no I fell asleep didn’t I. And who is this holding me??? *turns around*

*murmurs as he sleeps* mm ladybug…

*screams loudly and scrambles to the other side of the bed*

*wakes up* what happened? Akuma attack? *sees ladybug and jumps away*

A-adrien!!!

L-ladybug

*thinks: omg did I just sleep with Adrien…all night…in his bed*

*quickly looks down to check she is still LB* phew.

*thinks: did I just spend the night with love of my life*

Um what happened *trying to keep composure*

Uh.. You fell asleep?

*cogs start turning* n-no. I was on patrol with chat and then…

*Damn she will figure it out. Internal panic*

Chat Noir brought you here…cause… he doesn’t want you to get a cold!

Ok… *kind of believing it*

*sighs in relief*

What happened after that though. Wait did he just leave me!

N-no of course not *scoffs* He.. left to get breakfast!

Oh that’s so nice of him. But why are you here. I mean it is your house but…

*blushes* C-cause you me into the bed while you were asleep *scratches behind head*

I did what!

*blush deepens* Y-yeah

*I really did just spend the night with Adrien Agreste*

*shocked at her subconscious self. Wow I am needy*

*how will I explain that Chat Noir didn’t get breakfast soon*

Isn’t chat taking a while?

He will probably be here soon, it’s probably crowded. In the mean while I should go shower brb

*runs to bathroom, turns no water and transforms* *he goes to the bakery*

*softly to herself* this is a weird time to have a shower but okay. *begins to look around the room*

Ooh cool piano, basketball ring, climbing wall! Wow he really does have everything Nino was right.

*Marinette begins to sing and while she is chat returns and plays the piano along side her*

https://open.spotify.com/track/3iJya7m7trpGv570Ske30n?si=CPVrelObS7aptv2OqlMdXA

*the song ends*

Wow chat I never knew you played?

What can I say, I am a cat of many talents. I didn’t know you sang.

*blushes* Yeah. So breakfast?

I placed it on the table there *points towards his coffee table*

Yum! What is it? *opens bag*

Croissants from the Dupain-Cheng bakery

w-wait. Did you say Dupain-Cheng bakery?!

Yeah. If you haven’t tried it you probably should. They are the best in Paris.

Uh huh. What time is it?

Its noon.

*drops the bag* shoot shoot shoot!

What’s wrong?

I’m late, I’m late, late! *she says she shakes both her and chat*

*grabs her wrists* late for what?

Umm nothing I gotta go!

Take some croissants with you. Your probably hungry.

*starts breaking down* I don’t know what to do. What will they say. How will I tell them.

*hugs her* what’s wrong?

M-m-my parents they will be so worried, I didn’t come home last night.

*strokes her hair* It’s okay you will find a solution. They will be more worried if their daughter returned in tears.

Y-yeah I got to get it together.

*wipes her tears* You can do it, little bug. You probably left for patrol through the window so maybe return to it and go to bed and pretend your asleep?

It’s too late in the day. I sleep in, but not that much. *cries even more* what will I do

*hugs her tighter and rubs her back* shh shh it will be okay. Maybe call a friend to cover for you.

Y-yeah yeah. I’ll call Alya. You can do this Marinette.

*surprised* M-Marinette.

Yes? *wipes her tears*

It’s you *smiles and hugs her tightly*

Who else would it be *looks down at her costume* oh right.

Ahhhh why does the universe hate me!!! I’ve gotta call Alya. I can’t do this.

I am sure no one is capable of hating you.

Oooh I’m sure they can

Nah, no one can.

I beg to differ

*holder phone to her ear*

Bugaboo you can’t seriously believ-

Uh uh uh shhh *holds out find to signal he must wait*

Alya thank God. I need you to cover for me. I accidentally spent the night with Adrien. Explain later. My parents will be worried. Can you say I was at yours?

You love Alya and not me. Meowch I am hurt *pretends to be in pain*

Awww stop it. Mmmmhmmmm yep thanks again. Ok bye hun

No buginette you hate meeeee…. *whines*

You know that’s not true *cups his face*

So you do loooooooooooooove me?!

Your amazing chaton. Thank you for taking care of me back there. I really needed it. But I really gotta go. *starts heading for the window*

*grabs her wrist and spins her back towards him and kisses her*

*speechless* w-w-what was t-that for?

What? Can’t you knight have a goodbye kiss? 

My knight?

Of course, every princess needs her knight in shining leather to save her.

I think this princess can save herself. But seriously thank you.

Without any doubt and your welcome m’lady

Bug out *swings out window*

--end part 2--

[cottoncandyloki]

Baking with Loki would include...

Requested by: @s2pidhead

Request: "*le gasp* Imagine Loki trying desperately to find out y/n’s interests just so he could take them out ok a perfect date. I feel like that would happen, y/n would accuse him of it, and he would completely deny it lmfao"

A/N: sorry this took so long to upload! I had other things I wanted to post but I really hope you enjoy this:) I’m also trying to make my headcanons longer and more detailed!<3

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- first of all? Cupcakes

- Making Loki wear a "Kiss the Cook" apron because he always has that disappointed mom pose going on

- Loki lowkey (haha) has sweet tooth and you think that baking cupcakes together is the perfect idea

- "Tie up your hair! We don’t want it in the batter."

- "Okay, step one, put one cup of flour"

- Loki, being from out of this planet takes a tea cup to measure.

- You doing most of the work because Loki has no idea how baking works

- *Loki tasting the batter as you put the ingredients together* "Darling, we make such a great team!"

- "Can you at least mix the ingridients for me?"

- Giving Loki the mixer was a bad idea because the second you drive your attention away from him, cupcake batter starts flying everywhere.

- *using your finger to wipe batter off of Loki's face and eating it after* yum

- "Okay, I’m going to the bathroom so can you please put the pan in the oven and set it to 350°C, Loki?"

- You leave and Loki places pan in the oven

- "This doesn’t seem to hard. Now where’s the bake button?"

- Oven catches on fire

- "daRLINGGG MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP"

- Loki panicking and trying to clear out the fire with a kitchen towel but he manages to catch that on fire too until you race down and extinguish the fire

- You’re whole oven is basically broken but hey! The cupcakes were ready

- "Let's make some icing. First, a half cup of sugar-

- *Loki dumps the whole bag in*

- "That works too" *cue dentures*

- You placing your hands on top of Loki's to guide him on where and how to put the icing while using the icing tube.

- "Oh, looks like we have some left. Close your eyes,Loki"

- You then smear icing all over his face and run away

- "Hey! Where do you think YOU'RE GOING"

- Loki chasing you then picking you up sitting you down on the table and throwing flour at your face

- You both laugh hysterically and then you kiss the icing on his lips

- "Mmm, chocolate"

- You both try the cupcakes and somehow they taste really good despite the fact that you nearly burned the house down

- *mouth full of cupcake* "We're pretty good at this, aren’t we y/n?"

- *nods*

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Shirozu, Rosie and Sunny tries the grimace shake

Rosie: Girls! Girls! Guess what I got!

Sunny SickHemps: Huh?

Shirozu: What is it?

Rosie: My mom bought us Mcdonald's

Sunny SickHemps: Oh sweet!

Shirozu: Yay! Mcdonalds!

Rosie: But I was thinking we do something different.

Sunny SickHemps: Oh uhhhh okay?

Shirozu: Hmm?

Rosie took out three purple milkshakes from the bag.

Sunny SickHemps: Uhhh Rosie, what are those purple milkshakes with whipped cream on top and why does the cup have the title "Happy birthday Grimace" on it?

Rosie: Well Sun Sun, These drinks are the new grimace shakes, I bought them so we can drink them to celebrate grimace's birthday!

Sunny SickHemps: but wasn't grimace's birthday like 7 months ago? Even so, you're too late

Rosie: I know that but I wanna all three of us to try it

Shirozu: Oooo, I wanna try it!

Sunny SickHemps: Uhhhh idk Rosie, I don't think this is a good idea

Rosie: Why not?

Sunny SickHemps: Cause I've seen a lot of people try the shake on tiktok and some mostly die from it...

Rosie: Oh please, they're just doing it for entertainment, besides Uncle Drugfriend told me that him and the others tried it so it's no big deal. (takes two the shakes and gives one to Shirozu) Here.

Shirozu: (takes the shake) Thank you.

Rosie: (gives the shake to Sunny) Come on, don't knock it till you try it.

Sunny SickHemps: Hmm......Okay, fine! But if anything bad happens, i'm holding you responsible!( takes the shake)

Rosie: yeah yeah yeah, alright, you two right?

Shirozu: Yeah!

Sunny SickHemps: Uh I guess I am....

Rosie: Okay! Here we go! *drinks the shake*

Shirozu: *drinks the shake*

Sunny SickHemps: (mind/feels unsettled) Oh....I have a bad feeling about this.....welp.....here comes the pain and suffering...*drinks the shakes*

Rosie: Mmm, it taste really good.

Shirozu: Yum Yum!

Sunny SickHemps: Hmmm......not gonna lie, it does taste good

Rosie: See I told you, nothing bad happened

Sunny SickHemps: I know but I still have a bad feeling about this

Rosie: Dude, its just a purple milkshake, what's the worse thing that could happened?

Later.....

Rosie and Sunny were holding buckets while throwing up from the grimace shake, Shirozu was still drinking theirs.

Rosie: *groans* My stomach.....*retches* Oh god *vomits* Ughhhhhh....

Sunny SickHemps: *vomits* I told you this would happened! *retches and vomits* Ughhhhh......my stomach.......

Rosie: *sighs* I guess this is my punishment for convincing you to try the grimace shake huh?

Sunny SickHemps: Ya think?

Rosie: *gags* Okay Okay, i learned my lesson.

Shirozu: *still drinking the shake*

Rosie and Sunny's jaws dropped as they see Shirozu still drinking the shake and not vomit from it.

Shirozu: What's wrong?

Rosie: How are you not vomiting from the shake?!

Shirozu: *shrugs their shoulders* idk but I think I like this drink.

Sunny SickHemps: I think Shirozu is the only one whose immune to the shake.

Rosie: Man....you're lucky-OH MY GOD!

Sunny SickHemps: What? What's wrong-OH MY GOD SHIROZU! YOUR EYES.....

Purple glowing tears were coming out from Shirozu's eyes, like lavender eyes.

Shirozu: Is there something wrong?

Sunny SickHemps: Uh.....Uh.....Nope, everything's fine, r-right Rosie?

Rosie: Y-Yep, everything's just fine, heh heh heh

Shirozu: Oh okay then *continues to drink the shake*

Sunny Sickhemps: (mind) Oh.....god this is bad....

Rosie: (mind) Oh crap.....Uncle Sick Boyfriend and Uncle Drugfriend are not gonna like this....

Fun fact: Shirozu is immune to the grimace shake, even though it gives them lavender type powers (the Lavender effect)

[forkanna]

[AO3 LINK] [WATTPAD] [QUOTEV]

The instant Elsa had been bumped up to VIP, she saw the resolution changed. In fact, the entire page changed; now all the ads and things around the borders were gone. The chat was still there, but the rest of the page was now devoted fully to Roxanne's feed and the little buttons beneath her.

"Wow, you really did that," she purred with a big grin.

'DId what?'

"C'mon, don't kid a kidder. You liked having me all to yourself, and as soon as those other guys came in you sniped me into VIP."

Hating just how hot her neck and cheeks were growing, Elsa typed, 'Wow thanks for calling me out.'

"Awww, I'm just teasing you." Her eyelashes fluttered innocently before she smirked like a fox. "Okay. You've got five minutes. What do you want me to start off with?"

'I just want to hear more about you.'

"Ohhhh, one of those." Hearing herself, she held up a hand and hastily added, "Which is fine! Like, don't get me wrong, I'm not- I wasn't trying to yuck your yum or whatever. We get a lot of guys who are more into just… paying for a little company. Like, obviously more guys who want to see my pussy, but it's your dollar."

SEE HER PUSSY. Now Elsa was full-on blushing, and trying to ignore sensations running into all areas of her body. But that was artificial; she knew it was part and parcel of the camgirl experience, but she still felt it was "cutting in line". What she wanted was to date this girl. Intelligently, she knew that wasn't possible, but…

'My dollar would be better spent taking you out to dinner.'

"Oooh, a romaaaaantic," she drawled out with a giggle. "But I mean, you are, kind of. The money you spent on this is gonna help me eat at some point or another."

'Yeah? Chocolate cake again or do you eat real food?'

"Chocolate-" Her eyes went wide, and she fell silent as she blinked a couple of times. The silence deepened until it actually became awkward.

'Are you okay?'

"You… saw that. How could you, I'm not even…" She licked her lips, a little distressed. "U-um… so did you want me to take any of this off?"

'Wait. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.'

"It's fine," she told her with a practiced smile. "I just didn't know I had a… fan on my hands."

Stalker. She meant stalker and Elsa knew it, and she felt her anxiety spiking through the roof. That was what she was. And it had been more or less unintentional; she was a fan who jumped at the chance to remain a fan when she stumbled upon her change in employment. But she had to clear the air.

'I swear I didn't mean to stalk you. I just wanted to see more of you on LenzLaydeez.'

"Y-yeah," Roxanne giggled, throat constricting as she swallowed. "Smart guy like you, hunting me down. I'm impressed." No, she wasn't. She was scared.

'You have no reason to believe me but I didn't. Your name is gone from that site and I thought I would never see you again.' 'But I saw a pop up for your new site and I instantly recognised you.' 'Maybe I should go.'

"Wait!" she piped up, crawling a little closer to the webcam. "Y-you paid for the whole treatment, right? Let me… show you a little something."

'No.'

This time, Roxanne was incredulous. "No? I mean… what are we doing here, then? Don't you want the whole Roxanne experience? Or…" She glanced anxiously off to one side. "The Kim experience?"

'I want to go back in time and not frighten you. It was never my intention and I'm sorry.'

By now, the poor girl was at a loss. She tried for another smile, leaned a little closer to the camera. "It doesn't matter. I just want to be sexy for you. I mean, you already paid, and I… I'm not about taking money that I didn't earn. Okay? So maybe…"

But she trailed off when she saw more words appear: 'The money is yours. I was stupid. You're charming and sweet and you deserve to feel safe. I'm sorry.'

Then Elsa slammed the lid of the laptop shut before anything more could happen. The last image burned into her memory was one of a puzzled Roxanne looking straight into the camera eye, mouth slightly open. Wondering what to make of her potential stalker.

"Story of my life," Elsa sobbed aloud as she got up and made herself get ready for bed. As if she could actually sleep at all tonight; not very likely.

                                                  ~ o ~

The next day, she did her best to forget everything. Went to the gym, called her parents and had the usual tense chat about her career trajectory and her lack of husband. She had tried explaining her woes with the soap situation, and they were patient and not at all cruel, but also told her the studio had every right to protect their image, and she would eventually find a nice man and settle down. They often suggested Brad this or Chris that as potential mates and she politely declined their matchmaking attempts.

"So I've got you booked on Ellen in two days," her agent, Edna, was telling her brusquely as they sipped their expensive lattes in an expensive cafe. She would have been fine with Starbucks but the diminutive woman insisted; she might have needed a high chair, but she commanded respect wherever she went. "That Sunday morning show on, well, Sunday. And don't forget the premiere is in a few weeks, darling."

"Mmm."

Raising her eyebrows at the sullen star, Edna adjusted her glasses and snapped, "What's the matter with you? Hm? Well? I am giving you gold and you are giving me nothing, nothing at all. Work with me."

"It's… a personal matter. I'm afraid I hurt someone without meaning to."

"Well, they'll get over it. You are Elsa Norberg, and you are a shooting star, girl," she told her with a no-nonsense look. "Strut your stuff and let the world worship the ground you walk on. Take it from me - or did you forget I molded Nicole? Julia? Elizabeth?"

"I haven't," she sighed with a weary smile. "And I'm grateful for your expertise. But I can't be in a good mood all the time, can I?"

Before Edna could retort, her phone went off. And when she saw the alert all sound seemed to cease around her. She had an email.

From Roxanne.

                                                   To Be Continued…