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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 month

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Over The Rainbow (4/4) - Janus

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Sorry this has taken me so long!! I lost motivation to work on this for a while, especially with so many other projects going on in the background :(.

I know that I origonally marked this as five chapters, but I honestly don't remember what I planned for the fifth chapter to be and have no ideas for it, so I've marked it as complete after this one - if I ever do write another chapter I'll add it, but right now it's complete as is.

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“Hey fuckers listen up,” Remus yelled, banging open the door of Roman and his shared room, making just about everyone who had been in there jump.

“What the fuck was that for?” Virgil hissed, rubbing the back of their head where they’d bumped it on the headboard of Roman’s bed.

“Language!” Patton chastised from his spot in Roman’s lap at the other end of the bed - he’d been braiding Roman’s hair idly. Logan just sighed from where he sat at the desk.

“Whatever, there’s this huge party the Pride Society is putting on over the weekend and you guys are going,” Remus said, slamming a flyer down in front of Logan, who picked it up tentatively.

“Why would we go?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow, “I don’t believe any of us are really ‘party people’”

“It’s not just about the party, book-germ, it’s about gay shit! And you guys are like! The gayest shit around,” Remus rolled his eyes, “Not only are you all super gay, Virgil and Pat are non-binary and Roro is the most gender non-conforming bitchass hoe I’ve ever seen, so like, you guys should totally go to the pride party, besides, I’m going with a friend and I want you idiots to meet.”

“...oookay?” Roman said, frowning, “I don’t mind going to a cool pride party if you guys don't?”

“Oh sure!” Patton grinned, “It sounds like fun!”

“Here is the flyer, if you would all like to read it,” Logan said, leaning over to pass the piece of paper to Patton, “I’m not interested in drinking, but attending the party itself will not hurt anyone, though it is black tie, does everyone have suitable outfits?”

Virgil groaned dramatically, “Fine if the rest of you are all so interested in going, I guess I’ll tag along, I’ve… got something.”

“Translation for those who don’t speak introvert, ‘I really want to go but didn’t want to be by myself so I’d love to go with you all’,” Remus crowed, giggling as Virgil shot him a dirty look from across the room, “Now I just gotta convince my friend to go with me! C’y’all at the party!”

With that, Remus ran from the room. Logan sighed.

“My goodness, what have we just signed ourselves up for?”

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“How do I look, everyone?” Roman asked, twirling around in his sparkly red knee-length dress, sparkling similarly to his matching red stilettos.

“Roman, those shoes do not look safe.” Logan sighed from where he stood near the door in a pristine navy blue button down shirt - adorned with a rainbow tie.

“I’ll be fine,” Roman rolled his eyes, the puffy sleeves of the dress floating around his wrists as he gestured, “I’ve worn them plenty of times before - Oh! Patton! You look simply dashing!”

Patton giggled, ducking their head to hide their blush as they stepped out from behind the door wearing pale blue suspenders over a white blouse - the plaid blue skirt they had hesitantly chosen looked adorable on them.

“Thanks Roman! I love your dress!” Patton gasped, “You look so pretty! You too Logan!”

Now it was Roman’s turn to blush, “Wny thank you!”

“Have either of you heard from Virgil?” Logan asked, once they’d finished gushing over each other’s outfits, Roman couldn’t help but frown.

Patton shook their head, “Oh- I actually haven’t, that’s… worrying.”

“Do you think they chickened out?” Roman asked.

“That’s not a nice way to phrase it,” Logan chastised gently, “But I do worry that they got anxious.”

Just as they started to thorise on what they could do to get Virgil to come, there was a knock on Roman’s door. Roman rushed to open it and then gasped as he stepped back to reveal Virgil at the door. Their white hair was done up and secured with a silver pin, they wore a dark purple suit jacket and dress pants with a white blouse underneath and they even carried a different cane than the one they normally had. Not to mention the makeup they wore was immaculate.

“Oh darling, you look beautiful!” Roman said, rushing forward to kiss Virgil, who grinned as they used the red lipstick Roman had left on their lips to colour them - and just that moment Roman realised they’d not been wearing lipstick before, he gasped, “You! You fiend! Using my kisses like that!”

Virgil smirked at him and stepped past Roman into the room. Patton rushed forwards next and wrapped their arms around Virgil carefully, “You look lovely! We were starting to think you weren’t coming!”

“Sorry,” Virgil chuckled, looking a little bashful, “I was struggling to shrug off my roommate.”

“Well I daresay you look wonderful,” Logan said, patting Virgil’s shoulder, “Would this make us ready to head out?”

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The party wasn’t a big collage party like the ones hosted by students. It was hosted by the Pride Society, which meant it was hosted on campus with slightly less alcohol and deafening music involved. Which, honestly, might be a little better with their little group - with Logan and Virgil who got overwhelmed with loud noises and tight environments and Patton, who wasn’t a fan of drinking. It was more ‘chill’ - said Logan, pulling a flashcard out of his shirt pocket - and Roman was fine with that.

The music was decent and they had a buffet and everyone here was either queer or an ally - many people had come along with their soulmates like their little group though they had ended up a little in the spotlight. A group of four soulmates was fairly rare, after all.

“I wonder where Remus is?” Patton said as they guided their group towards an empty table near the buffet.

“Who knows, honestly,” Roman rolls his eyes.

“I do not see him, it is likely he hasn’t arrived yet.” Logan pointed out.

“Maybe he’s having trouble with that friend?” Virgil suggested, leaning their cane up against the table before looking around at the others.

“Oh yeah, maybe,” Roman said, looking around the room - they had gotten here just a short while after the start time - so the room hadn’t really filled up yet anyway, “He said he had to convince them, right?”

“Mhm - they’re likely not here yet, we should give it time,” Logan told them, “Meanwhile, shall we gather food from the buffet?”

“Oh sure, I’m kinda hungry,” Roman nodded, the others nodded.

“I’ll look after the table,” Virgil said, “Um - you know what kind of stuff I like, Ro, just grab me a plate.”

“I’ll stay here with Virge!” Patton smiled, clearing not wanting to leave their fourth soulmate alone, Logan nodded.

“In that case, Roman and I shall grab food for the both of you as well.” Logan said, leaning over to kiss Patton’s cheek before getting up and heading over to the buffet with Roman.

The two at the table were quickly joined by Remus, though Roman noted that his friend did not seem to be present. He paid that no mind, however, working on collecting plates of food for himself and Virgil. That was until he bumped into someone.

“Oh - sorry, I-” Roman said, looking up to meet the person’s eyes only to stop short, “...yellow,” he whispered.

“Excuse me?” The person said, one of their eyes was a misty yellow, the other was green, which must have been cancelled out by Logan’s, they seemed to look him over, his expression unreadable, “You - Oh- oh wow.”

“You’re yellow,” Roman said. If his hands weren’t full with the plates he was holding, “The others will be so excited! Oh my goodness, come on-”

“Will you let me grab some food first,” The person said, raising an eyebrow - the smile on his face suggested a tease, though, Roman couldn’t help but blush.

“Right, of course - sorry, sorry - just got excited,” He chuckles awkwardly.

“Your dress is gorgeous,” The person said, to make conversation.

Once more smiling, Roman looked them over, “So is yours, yellow is such a beautiful colour.”

“What’s your name?” he asked with interest in his tone. Roman had to tear his eyes away from the knee length yellow dress the person was wearing with a black turtleneck underneath - they looked beautiful. Their face was half taken up by a large birthmark and his blond hair was tied back elegantly under a hat tied with a yellow ribbon.

“Oh- I- Uh- Roman,” he said, now he was definitely blushing, “It’s Roman, what about you?”

“My name is Janus,” He said with a smile and slight tilt of his head that made Roman feel just a little weak in the knees, “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Lovely to- lovely to meet you too!” Roman practically squeaked, “Um - the others, uh, everyone else is over there,”

He pointed to their table, where Logan had returned and joined the conversation, “With my brother.”

“Remus, I know,” Janus smiled, “He brought me here - said he had a surprise for me, I suppose that was you, hm?”

“I- I guess?” Roman said, every ounce of verbal ability leaving him in the face of such a tone.

“Well then what a lovely surprise it was,” Janus hummed, “Here, let me help you with that.”

Janus took the drink Roman had poured for Virgil in their free hand and let him lead the way back to their table. He was glad they had grabbed one of the bigger ones in the room now.

“Heya Roman! Who’s this?” Patton asked, looking up when Roman returned to the table with Janus in tow, they seemed to have switched mid sentence from where they had been talking to Logan, leaving him looking confused.

“This is Janus, and uh- I’m pretty sure he’s our last soulmate,” Roman said, returning to his seat next to Virgil and letting Janus take the one at the head of the table next to him.

Janus sat and looked around at everyone, earning a range of gasps and ‘oh’s from all three of them as their eyes met.

“See?” Remus said, grinning from the other end of the table, “Told you this party was worth going to.”

Yeah, Roman thought as he looked around the table - seeing Janus start up a conversation with Logan and Patton whilst Virgil watched with interest. He was glad they had come to this party. Roman was so happy to have all of his soulmates with him at last.

That didn’t mean that Remus wasn’t going to get an earful from him for hiding this from them for however long he and Janus had been friends, though.

For now, he really just wanted to enjoy this party and get to know his new soulmate. Maybe afterwards they could all go back to Logan’s dorm and cuddle, or hang out at his if they wanted to deal with Remus. Roman just wanted to spend time with them - all of them, now that he could finally see the full rainbow.

He could finally finish the painting he had been working on this whole time.

The painting of all five of them, dressed up in their colour, the painting that represented his soul and all of theirs, a painting for them all to share and be part of. The painting of Roman’s life.

It would be perfect.

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dindjarinandlysakane · 1 year

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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 4 - Something Sweet & Sticky

Din Djarin is happy on Nevarro. He has a home, a family, what more could he want? But when a woman turns up selling bread and cakes at his doorstep, how can he not fall in love? And how can he also stop her from getting hurt at the hands of her partner behind closed doors? Will the hero save the girl and get the girl? Warm and sweet fluff/romance/hurt/comfort fic.

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Chapter 4

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The next morning, Din had already been up for several hours by the time he heard the familiar noise of a landspeeder travelling down the dusty path towards his cabin.

He was busy fixing a loose panel on the side of his N-1 Starfighter, when the sound caught his attention.

It caught Grogu’s too.

The small child was sat on the porch step, using his powers to lift one of Din’s heavier tools up into the air and then back down again.

Din and Grogu had already had a bountiful breakfast, consisting of the fruit and sweet bread that Lysa had left for them the previous day.

It was indeed rare for them to have anything more than bone broth in the conservator. So having a bounty of fresh foods, all handpicked or home cooked, felt like a luxury.

Din took a step back from his ship and turned, to see the battered old landspeeder hovering down the makeshift road towards them.

He cleared his throat, causing Grogu to stare up at him for a moment, before the child’s attention was drawn back by the speeder coming to a juddering stop.

Immediately Grogu gave a chirp and began to waddle over to the pilot on tiny legs.

“Grogu,” scolded Din quickly.

But Lysa Kane, who had just stepped out of the landspeeder, gave a laugh.

Din gazed at her, today in a short navy tunic and matching navy breeches. She was just a little shorter than Din, but her outfit made her look tall and regal.

“Someone already hungry for more?” she said in a sing-song voice, as she pulled off her helmet, revealing her usual wavy length of honey-coloured hair.

Grogu almost instantly jumped up onto the back of the speeder, expecting her to present him with food like the last time she was here.

But Din hurriedly strode up to the pair of them, reaching under his son’s arms and pulling him swiftly from the vehicle, as Grogu screeched in protest.

“Grogu, you ate like a half hour ago,” Din said in a firm voice, as the green child made grabby hands for Lysa.

The Mandalorian’s gaze met with hers through his beskar helmet. “Sorry,” he uttered, internally wishing his son was more well-behaved. Especially in front of company like her.

But Lysa merely smiled up at the pair of them delightedly, before reaching into the basket, attached to the rear of her speeder, and pulling out a small handful of pink berries. Which she promptly handed over to Grogu.

Within half a second, Grogu’s face was already covered in pink juice as he chowed down on the fruit.

“I don't think I’ve seen wasaka berries anywhere in the Outer Rim before,” Din commented.

At his words Lysa smiled.

“Well in exchange for a constant supply of homemade cakes, some of the stallholders down at the Bazaar save me some of the rarer fruits that come in,” she explained. “They're happy, I’m happy, and my customers are happy.”

Din stared at her. All golden hair and a smile that could brighten even the darkest of skies. But there was something behind that. Something smart, and self-sufficient. And it still surprised him that a woman like her would keep a man like Crix around.

Din had pondered that on his long journey home just the previous evening. Of all the men out there, why would she choose someone like him?

Crix had been cold and brutish. A contrast to Lysa Kane, who to Din, exuded warmth and grace.

To him it was as if Lysa was a flame and Crix was an open window, ready to snuff out her fire at any moment.

The Mandalorian had met many men like this in his travels and almost every single one of them had been bad news.

But was it Din’s place to care? He wasn’t so certain, but that didn’t stop Lysa from sitting in the forefront of his mind since he had first crossed paths with her.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, the Mandalorian fumbled in his belt, pulling out the credits he owed for their delivery and handing them over.

Lysa took them from his grasp and before eyeing them in her hand.

“I told you already, this is too much,” she said with a gentle shake of her head as she held out two credit chips.

But Din raised his hand.

“You've had to come here twice,” he said matter-of-factly. “And besides. You're undercharging.”

At his words, Lysa shifted her weight onto one foot, raising both eyebrows at him in bemusement.

“Oh really?” she retorted playfully, tilting her head to the side and giving a nod. “I never knew Mandalorians were such experts in cost and pricing for baked goods?”

Beneath his mask, Din couldn't help the smile that played upon his lips.

“We’re not. But I travel a lot and I know that you're undercharging,” he said with a shrug. “They’d charge quadruple that on Naboo.”

For a short second, something flickered over Lysa’s face. Almost like a recognition of sorts, as though she was remembering something long passed.

“You know, my parents actually owned a bakery on Naboo. It’s where I��m from….where I was born,” the blonde woman commented lightly. “But there's no way they charged four times my prices.”

Lysa smirked and shook her head.

“I think whoever you’ve been buying flatcakes from in Naboo, has hustled you out of a lot of credits, Din Djarin.”

At her words Din gave a chuckle, which caused Grogu to gaze up at him, obviously not used to hearing this sound from his father often.

“Aha, so Mandalorians do laugh!” Lysa said, smiling brightly and pointing at him.

Behind his helmet, Din continued to smirk.

“I’m not taking the credits back,” he said firmly, with a gentle shake of his head.

At this, Lysa blinked up at him, before giving an easy shrug.

“Well in that case,” she said, taking a step into the Mandalorian. “Here you go, Din Grogu. Buy yourself something sweet and sticky from the market - preferably something that your Daddy has to spend weeks cleaning off the interior of his fancy ship.”

And with that, she handed the small green child the remaining two credit chips, which Grogu took in each hand, bashing them together like an instrument.

Lysa instantly shot Din a look as he returned one, her lips twitching up into a smirk, before she turned away from him. Moving back over to her speeder.

“I’ll come deliver again at the end of the week if you’re happy with that?” she said in a smooth tone. “Any requests this time?”

“Requests?” asked Din.

Lysa shrugged once more, picking up her visor.

“Well a few of the Mandalorians over the way, ask for Sweetmallow cakes when I can get the ingredients. But those I will have to change you double for.”

She leaned in to Grogu. “Very sweet and sticky,” she said in a carrying whisper, giving a wrinkle of her nose as she did so.

Din’s eyes roved over Lysa’s face for a moment or two, as he let out a snort behind his helmet.

“No requests,” he gently uttered with a brief shake of his head.

The blonde woman offered him one last smile before pulling her battered old visor over her head, tucking in her hair, and hopping into the landspeeder.

Just like last time, Din took a wide step back as dust flew up into the air, at the sound of the speeder’s engine stuttering to life.

Grogu in his arms, bashed the two credits in his hands together noisily. As Lysa reversed in the speeder a little way before giving the pair a wave; circling around and zooming off.

Din stood there for a while, watching as she disappeared out of sight, before giving a small sigh.

At the sound, Grogu stared up at his father expectantly, letting out a loud chirp.

Din glanced down at his small green son.

“I know, but it’s not gonna happen, buddy. She’s with someone.”

And with that, Din couldn’t help but let out another long sigh, before staring back up at the horizon.

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applesooyoung · 2 years

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body worship with sub mingyu 😭😭 i need

A request I never knew could be requested but never knew I needed 😔

• This one just came out after the both of you went shopping

• it's like a casual weekend bonding for the 2 of you

• not like you go there every weekend to buy stuff but just window shopping/eating at a new restaurant at the food court.

• But this is the weekend when you two actually bought something for yourselves

• you bought a new pair of sneakers and a video game while your best friend on the other hand, is buying himself some clothes.

• Everything was paid and both you went your way to your house

• your best friend was so excited to try on his new clothes

• so he didn't waste a jiffy the time you parked your car in your garage and just jumped out of your car.

• "Hey, Gyu! Calm down" you chuckled as you close the door

• "Nooooo, I can't" he childishly whined and you ruffled his hair

• you two went to your room and the boy went to your walk-in closet to try his clothes on

• while you sat yourself at the edge of your bed to try your new shoes

• a few minutes later, Mingyu came out of your walk-in closet

• shit-

• "So, uhm- what do you think?

• Oh this man is trying to end you

• he looks fucking fine what the fuck

• he walked out of the closet wearing that body-fit white button-up long-sleeve with that matching black pants and a red necktie.

• You just stared at him blankly

• "Hellooo~? Y/n?" he waved his hand in front of your face

• "Oh- uh, yeah you look cool"

• he then jumped to your bed and giggled like a kid

• "I'll change later, you have the comfiest and softest bed in town"

• he just laid there and you lifted the button-up from your best friend to reveal his heavily toned abs

• you don't know what happened, your hands just said do it without the brain commanding it.

• "H-hey, what are yo-you doing-"

• "Kim Mingyu, you're so pretty"

• he turned red, it complimented his pretty tanned skin

• "Do you want me to... err- take it off?" you deliriously nodded

• he started to take it off but you stopped him before he could get his hands out of the sleeves,, the long sleeve draped prettily on his bare skin

• he was fucking perfect

• "Can I touch you, Gyu?" "Mhm"

• your hands made their way to his v-line and up to his abs while you could hear him, stopping his moans

• "Oh god, baby boy" you uttered before placing a kiss on his left upper quadrant

• "Thank you, mommy" he hummed (I am so sorry for putting a mommy kink on every fic I can't stop myself from putting amsorrryyy 😭)

• your kisses traveled up on his chest, where the kisses turned to hickies

• his moans went breathy and his length is getting visible on his pants

• "You're getting hard huh?" you smirked while he avoided your sharp eyes

• "You want me to touch you, hm?" he nodded

• you started unzipping his pants to see he wasn't wearing anything under, he probably took them out earlier before he wore the pants for you

• all that aside, he has a monster cock. A veiny 9-inch with a flushed pink tip pooling with his warm precum

• what a slut

• this is a jackpot for a sub like him, he got that dom cock but let's just normalize subby babies with big dicks

• he was sensitive too as he whimpers oh so loud with your light touches on his dick

• "Mommy, careful- AH i-its sensitive" he bit his thumb

• "Oh Gyu, mommy can't guarantee to be careful especially when you look like this for me"

• you licked off the precum from his slit and placed more kisses on his dick

• He yelled so loud you're sure at least 4 of your neighbors heard his sinful cries

• "you have a gorgeous dick too, baby boy" you smiled

• you took his hands that were grabbing the sheets and kissed his palm

• you like it how your hand is ever so slightly bigger than his

• he turned red again

• he also has a perfect shoulder, perfectly angled 90, broad shoulder blades that were accentuated by his muscular biceps and that collarbone to die for.

• "God, wouldn't be a pity if I can't have you all to myself" you left a hickey on his neck

• "I'll be yours, I promise"

• you chuckled

• "So pretty for me"

• you stopped your actions and hungrily kissed him, you wanted to touch him more but you're spoiling him too much

• you slowed down your actions and got up

• you ruffled his hair and he smiled

• "I know you bought more so how about you also try them on and show them to mommy, how's that sound hm?"

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s-talking · 8 months

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first thing’s first! everything you see on this blog, ( including character art - icons - icon border - theme - divider - etc.. etc.. ) were all personally drawn, written, & made-up by me, so please kindly do NOT take anything whatsoever. envy’s horror story took indeed many years to develop, but so did every little aesthetic & concept art to match & i’m pretty sure nobody likes their stuff taken.

all in all, i’m not really selective but much like everyone else, i reserve the right to soft-block anyone who either makes me feel uncomfortable or breaks any of the rules mentioned here.

again, since this blog does & will contain mature content, please kindly do not follow if you’re under the age of 18 or if you are easily disturbed by really GRIM / MORBID / HORROR & YANDERE-ESQUE stuff, thank you.

you don’t ever need to match my post length or make your post fancy, i honestly just care about the effort itself in the end.

when it comes to plotting, i’m generally full of ideas but it’s also not very fun to be doing everything alone so please, kindly work with me, especially if you’re the one following me first. likewise, if we’ve only just started interacting & are currently in the middle of plotting, don’t just leave me hanging for days on end because if you’re constantly active on dash & go radio silent... well, i’ll just assume you’re no longer interested. it’s as simple as that. i’ll give around 3-4 days before unfollowing, unless you’re offline.

all information about envy can be found on the blog itself, however, please be sure to read his ‘ personality ‘ section in particular, especially if you’re interested in shipping with him or if your own character happens to be very intimidating, scary, or powerful.

adding to the point above, should your muse ever taunt, attack, or merely rub him the wrong way, don't expect for the ' yandere ' factor to be some kind of failsafe; envy is extremely fake, ruthless, & sadistic, & didn't think twice before murdering his first love. he is as domineering & possessive as he is truly heartless, & i won't ever tone him down.

MUN -//- CHARACTER. please do remember that these two are extremely different. i’m literally nothing like envy nor do i have a creepy eldritch grandma breathing down my neck. the same goes for any potential love interests in threads. what happens in character will always be in character. also, on similar note, i literally feel NO pity whatsoever towards envy & do not approve of the wicked things he says or does so if someone finally kills his yandere ass ─ that’s wholly on him, & i’m completely fine with it.

my only real ‘ taboo ‘ topics are any mentions of d.i.d, cancer or other terminal illnesses. SORRY. accounts revolving around such are going to be avoided, as none of those will ever be taken lightly ─ far too personal / heavy of a topic.

since this blog is currently on semi-hiatus, from time to time i’ll disappear for few days ( or even weeks ) due to life being life, but usually it’s nothing major & i’ll promptly return. no worries. anything as big as a hiatus shall be notified on dash & even so, i’ll eventually return anyway. ~

if i happen to follow you, it means i’ve already read your rules / about page & would love to role-play ( even if i don’t send in a password ).

that’s it! thank you for reading & i hope you’ll stick around to role-play!

#// finally.. after 2897529875 years: mobile friendly rules.

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arielhopepeace · 1 year

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This photo shoot????? Daddy Joel is that you?

Also…

Part Six

18+ only

Tw: so much smut, degrading, praising, squirting (🤭), insecurities talk, daddy kink, also fluff of course I’m not an animal 🤪

6,500 words

It's been a few days since you and Joel went on your ridiculously extravagant date that ended with the most passionate sex you've had. He held you the entire time, whispering how beautiful you are in your ear as you unraveled around him.

You spent the rest of the work week daydreaming about it, finding yourself zoning out at your computer screen as your thoughts were beautifully haunted by Joel's body.

Even now as you make yourself a light lunch on the counter at home, you can nearly hear the gentle praises he gave you as you took the entirety of his length inside of you. Your thighs clench and your eyes flutter closed as you reminisce, wishing you could relive that night any time it crosses your mind.

As if he can tell you're thinking about him, Joel texts you, seeing his name pop up on your phone screen. An immediate grin splashes onto your face, abandoning the sandwich that beckons for you to finish making it.

Joel

1:25pm

Football game starts at 4:30. Your dad wants people there at 2:00.

1:26pm

If only he were capable of telling me himself. Does he just forget he has a daughter?

Joel

1:30pm

No, baby. I don't know what his deal is, honestly. I'm sorry ❤️

1:31pm

It's okay. It's just annoying. I'll see you at 2:00 💕

Your smile has faded a bit, that hollow feeling your dad always gives you beginning to carve its way into your chest. You've learned to be hardened to the absence of him in your life and his lack of effort to spend time with you, but it still stings sometimes. You truly feel like your wonderful, nurturing mom deserves better, but you know she loves him more than anything in this world. She'd never leave him.

Setting those thoughts aside, you abandon your sandwich, deciding to just have lunch at your dad's football party instead. You wish it was being held at Joel's so that you could swim with him again, but your dad always was and always will be the host.

It's the politician in him that needs to be in control of every aspect of his life. Yet, he has no idea how his daughter feels about him, even though they work in the same fucking office.

You're trying to decide what you want to wear to this gathering, knowing you'd rather be casual than dressed up like you were for the barbecue. A skimpy sundress would be a temptation to Joel, but you opt for skin tight blue jeans and a sunflower-yellow crop top that both hug your feminine frame.

You’ve styled your hair down into two French braids, even going as far as to look up a YouTube tutorial to make sure you’re doing it right. The bands that sit wrapped around the ends of your hair match the team that you know Joel is rooting for. You’re really not super into sports, but you enjoy the excited atmosphere surrounding them. You wouldn’t pass up the chance to go to a game with Joel, even if you’d be slightly bored and needing to be explained the technicalities.

Sliding on your black Toms, you leave your house with your purse on your shoulder, locking the door behind you. As usual, Joel has left before you, the punctual man that he is. Sarah is with a friend for the entire weekend, meaning that you get a sneak-free two days for the first time ever. Of course you miss Sarah, but you love being alone with Joel more than anything.

Your parent’s house is packed with cars just like the barbecue, making you push the anxious energy within you out past your lips with a sigh. You park as close to Joel’s truck as you can, remembering your secret rendezvous the two of you had in there.

Stepping inside, you see almost everyone in a football jersey, some green, some red. You slip in past the unfamiliar bodies, making your way to the kitchen that is also littered with people.

You look around for Joel, not spotting him anywhere. The smell of hot wings makes your stomach growl, instantly searching for a plate to put food onto.

“Hi, y/n,” you hear an accented voice beside you.

You turn to see Harry sporting a wide grin and an emerald jersey. “Oh, hi,” you respond quietly. “My dad invited you?”

He nods. “He knows I’m a big Packers fan,” he chuckles. “Judging by your hair ties, I’d say you’re rooting for the other team.”

You laugh lightly. “Truthfully, I don’t really care. I’m here for the food.”

Harry sips from his beer bottle. “Ooo, I’m starving, but I don’t do spicy.”

Your brow quirks up. “Buffalo wings aren’t spicy.”

“They are to me! I’m from England, we don’t do spice.”

“Don’t you have curry?” you laugh.

“Yeah, but not anything spicy. It’d kill the whole country,” he chuckles.

You giggle with him, turning to get yourself a plate. “Well, there’s also pizza, unless the pepperoni is too spicy for you too.”

Harry gets beside you to grab one as well, setting his bottle down. “I should be okay,” he teases.

You feel a hand gently pulling on your arm, and you turn to see Joel with a soft smile on his handsome, bearded face. He’s wearing his crimson jersey that you can’t wait to get into tonight, and his hair is a tousled, untamed beauty.

“Hi,” you say softly, wrapping him into a quick, friendly hug. “I couldn’t find you.”

He backs away a bit after you part from the hug. “I was upstairs with your mom and dad. He was showing me the bathroom remodel.” His brown eyes look to Harry. “Who’s this?”

Harry turns with a grin, holding pizza in one hand as he outstretches the other. “I’m Harry, I work with the mayor as his speechwriter.”

Joel takes his hand, shaking it firmly. “Joel. I’m y/n’s—neighbor.”

“Oh, nice,” Harry smiles warmly as their hands part. “I’m gonna grab another beer. Would you like one, y/n?”

“Oh, uh, just a water, actually. Thanks.”

Harry walks away, leaving you and Joel standing with each other like strangers.

“He seems perfectly nice,” Joel says quietly, “and fond of you.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, he’s not being insufferable today. And fond of me? He only wants to get close to me to be even more up my dad’s ass, I bet.”

Joel chuckles, his eyes landing on yours. “As long as he’s not thinking about your ass, I don’t really care.”

“Well, I actually have this really hot boyfriend, so he’d never stand a chance anyway.”

He laughs boyishly, making you giggle with him. “Sounds like a lucky man.”

Harry returns with a frosty bottle of water, the cool plastic hitting your palm as you thank him for it. Joel leaves, your eyes following him only briefly to admire him in all his hot dad glory.

“Would you like to sit and eat with me?” Harry asks casually.

You pick your plate of wings and celery off of the counter, nodding as you walk with him to the dining room table where Harry sits around the corner of it beside you.

“You seem to hate me less today, which is nice,” he chuckles.

You laugh with him. “You’re not being pompous today, which is nice.”

Harry feigns offense. “That’s very rude coming from the mayor’s daughter.”

“I’m his daughter. That’s how I got so rude in the first place.”

Harry laughs with his head cocked back a bit, his loose brown curls moving with it. “I’m serious. I really think we got off on the wrong foot, and I just want to sincerely apologize. I shouldn’t have made that stupid joke.”

“It wasn’t just the joke, as I’ve told you. I don’t agree with you making a man lose his job.”

His brows pinch together. “I had the mayor get him a job as a judge’s stenographer. He was happy to do that for him, and the man was even happier to take the job. He still gets to write, only faster and he doesn’t have to create it.”

“How have you weaseled your way in to my dad and made him actually do something you suggested?”

Harry smirks, humor in his green eyes. “I have a way with words, darling. It’s how I got my job, and why I’ll succeed at a job like this.”

You shift at the pet name, not being overly fond of it. “And what’s your fascination with talking to me? You’ve already got my dad wrapped around your finger.”

He leans in on his elbows, getting your faces closer together. “Truthfully, I think you’re lovely. You’re absolutely stunning and have a sharp tongue; two things I admire in a woman.”

You can feel your cheeks heating involuntarily to the flattery, making you pull back a bit from him. “Thank you, Harry, but I’m—not looking to date anybody.”

He cocks his head. “Why not?”

“I’d rather focus on my career,” you lie. “I’m not interested in letting a relationship complicate my life.”

He smiles, his teeth flawlessly straight and white. “Relationships are only complicated if you make them that way. Otherwise, they’re a beautiful thing.”

“Yeah? Then why are you single?” you arch a brow as you smirk.

Harry guffaws, pushing a hand through his hair. “Well, I’ll tell you only if you tell me something about you as well.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“I’d like to know why your neighbor is so protective of you,” he points with his head to the left.

You turn to see Joel leaning against a wall in the living room, staring at you with a scowl fixed onto his face. You’d laugh out loud if you weren’t terrified of making things glaringly obvious that you and Joel are dating.

Your eyes meet Harry’s again. “He’s my dad’s best friend, so he’s a bit like a watch dog.”

Harry raises his brows as he chuckles. “Best friend and neighbor. Coincidental?”

“Oh, yeah. I had no idea he lived next door when I moved in a little over a month ago. Of course I’d been to his house, but not for a while. I just kind of forgot.”

He smiles. “I think it’s charming that he’s worried about you. That only means I’m something to worry about.”

“I’ll reassure him that you’re not,” you laugh, making Harry laugh with you. “Now, tell me why you’re single. Is it because they couldn’t handle your inflated ego?”

His laughter fades into a gentle smile. “No. She cheated on me, actually. We were together for three years. To be completely honest, I wanted to marry her.”

The humor on your lips fades as your eyes soften with sympathy. “I’m so sorry, Harry. That’s—devastating.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t prevent me from trying again. I love love.”

“Maybe you aren’t so bad,” you smile, “but I still meant what I said. I’m really not looking right now.”

“Jesus, y/n, I’m not going to force you on a date with me,” he giggles. “I can handle rejection. I’m a big boy.”

Your phone vibrates from your back pocket, and you pull it out to see a text from Joel.

Joel

3:00pm

Upstairs bathroom.

You swallow thickly, tucking your phone back into your jeans as you finish your bottle of water. “Would you mind grabbing me another bottle while I run to the bathroom?”

Harry smiles warmly. “Of course not.”

“Thanks,” you beam back, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

From the way Joel was peering at you, he looked as if he wanted to wring Harry’s neck, then yours next. You know he’d never actually do anything to hurt you, but the thought of him being angry with you terrifies you. All you want to do is make him happy, but he’s clearly not right now.

Making your way up the stairs, you check behind you to make there’s nobody watching or following you, and you slip into the large master bathroom, seeing Joel leaning against the counter, facing the mirror.

You lock the door behind yourself. “Are you okay?” you ask, unable to disguise the shakiness in your question.

Joel spins around with his hands outstretched towards you, pulling you against him as his mouth crashes to yours. His tongue is quick and neat as it rolls in your mouth, making your heart pound in your chest.

“You enjoying your time with Harry?” he asks gruffly as he begins to unbutton your jeans.

“Joel, I—”

He grips your face, making your lips squeeze together. “Is that my name, sweet girl?”

You shake your head, eyes blown wide with confusion and arousal.

“Start that sentence again for me.” He releases your face, pushing your panties down to rest around your thighs.

“Daddy, I’d rather talk to you,” you say quietly, watching as he frees himself from the confines of his jeans and boxers.

Joel spins you around, bending you over the counter. “Yeah? You seem to be perfectly content with him.”

You pull your lips in as he runs his firm tip through your soaking folds. “No!” you protest, “I’m not content with him.”

He continues to tease you, rubbing your button of nerves with his slick head. “Then why the fuck are you laughing so much?”

“Please,” you shudder, “stop teasing me.”

“Do you think I like watching you talk to him?” He gives you a rough smack to your ass cheek, making you yelp. “He wants to fuck you. I can tell by the way he looks at you. Is that what you want? You want to fuck him instead?”

“No!” you shout, shaking your head as you gaze at him through the mirror. “Only want you, daddy.”

Joel’s brows are furrowed as he slams into you from the back, making you cry out from the pain that twists with pleasure. You’ll never get used to the stretch of him, but you’ll always love it every damn time.

He keeps a hand on your hip to crash into you roughly, as the other rubs your dewy clit, making your eyebrows ruffle from the stimulation.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan. “Yes, please. Feel so good.”

“You’re mine, y/n, you hear me?” he asks between ragged breaths. “This cunt is mine.”

With a deep, painful thrust you groan, whimpering. “Yes, it’s yours.”

“You think anybody else could fuck you this good?” he grunts into you, bruising your hip.

Your thighs shake, your orgasm quickly approaching. “No!” you cry. “Nobody could.”

His fingers leave you, making you whimper and whine. Joel grabs your braids, gathering them into his palm like reins, forcing your head up to look at your fucked out reflection.

“Watch me fuck you,” he pants, his eyes squeezing shut briefly. “Look at what a whore you are for my cock.”

The degrading name makes you clench around him, moaning loudly as you watch your face twist in the mirror.

“Ooo,” he coos, “feel you tightening on me. You like being called a whore, baby?”

“Yes!” you admit, your cheeks reddening. “I love it.”

“God, you’re fucking soaking me. All because I let you know what a cock slut you are?” Joel chuckles darkly. “My girl is a fucking cock slut.”

You groan loudly, clenching on him again from everything he’s saying. He knows what calling you his girl does to you, and he’s using it at the most torturous time.

“Daddy,” you whimper, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes, “please let me cum.”

His pace is relentless, pushing into you quickly and harshly. “No,” he groans. “Gonna make you wait until I get you home. Want you to be just as fucking uncomfortable as I am watching you get eye-fucked by that British pretty boy.”

“Please,” you beg, watching your tears of desperation slide down your cheeks.

Joel groans, tilting his head back as he releases your braids, quickly withdrawing from you. “Get on your knees, baby.”

You’re instantly doing as he says, turning to him and wrapping your lips around his reddened, furious cock. He moans, gripping the back of your head as you take him as deep into your throat as you can, swirling your tongue on his shaft.

“Jesus fuck, y/n,” he peers down at you. “Doing such a good job sucking me. Wanna cum in that pretty little mouth.”

You moan as you nod your head, completely having checked out of your brain. The only thought is Joel and pleasing him, absolutely nothing else. You bob your head quickly, his cock tasting of you and him combined, making your entrance squeeze around absolutely nothing.

Joel cries out, taking your head and shoving it down onto his length until you’re coughing, feeling his release coating the back of your throat. Your hands are on his thighs, nails digging in to the soft skin as you wait to breathe again.

He pulls you off of him, a loud gasp coming from you as you pant, swallowing everything he left in your mouth. There’s a mixture of your spit, arousal, and tears on your chin, your nose sniffling as you watch Joel grab a roll of toilet paper.

Your eyes are still watering, your nose running from having him stuffed so far down your throat. Joel adjusts himself back into his jeans, getting onto his knees in front of you on the tile floor with the bathroom tissue.

He takes a few pieces of the thick paper, folding them on top of each other as he wipes your chin, his other hand cupping your face.

His thumb strokes your cheek. “You okay, baby?” he asks softly.

You nod, completely forgetting how to form a sentence.

Joel gathers more toilet paper, pressing the soft tissue below your leaking eyes, giving you a small, fond smile. “You did so good. That’s the first time you took all of me down your throat, hm?”

You nod again, resulting in a chuckle from Joel.

“Here, let me help you up.” Joel wraps his arms around your limp torso, guiding you upwards and leaning you against the bathroom counter.

He bends down slightly to pull up your panties, followed by your jeans. His hands adjust your crop top that somehow got flipped up a few times during everything. Joel wraps you into a sweet embrace that you fall into, clinging onto him.

“I’m not a jealous man, you know,” he says quietly. “But seeing you talk to Harry made me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“I’m not interested in him,” you reply weakly, your throat completely wrecked. “Only you.”

Joel pulls away, tilting your chin up to gaze into your eyes. “I know,” his mouth hardens, “but he’s so much younger. And god, you didn’t tell me he looked like a fucking model.”

You giggle, peering at him through your lashes. “I don’t care what he looks like. I already told him I’m not looking.”

He cocks his head. “Did he ask you out?”

You shrug. “Kinda, yeah.”

Joel’s body stiffens. “Am I stupid for wanting to go down there and punch him in the face?”

“Joel,” you chuckle with a scold, “not stupid, but it’s unnecessary. I don’t care what he looks like. You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I mean that.”

He kisses you gently on the lips. “You’re so good to me, y/n.” His nose traces down yours. “You still wet for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. “Uncomfortably.”

“Good. I’ll take care of you when we leave. You spending the night tonight?”

“If I ever answer no to that question, just assume I’ve been kidnapped and replaced with a stupid clone.”

Joel laughs loudly, giving you a soft, sweet kiss. How can he be so gentle after being so incredibly rough? You don’t care. All you can think about is the unsatisfied arousal between your thighs.

You head downstairs first, seeing Harry sitting at the table with the unopened bottle of water for you beside him.

You sit down with a slight wince, giving him an apologetic smile. “Hey, I’m sorry. I got a phone call.”

He beams wide. “I thought you just decided to not come back.”

“No,” you chuckle. “Just talking to a friend who needed me.”

“Are they okay?” he asks gently.

You nod. “Yes. Thank you.”

A little later, the game has started and you’re sitting beside a tipsy Harry. Joel is resting across the room from you, making you squirm under his constant alluring gaze. You’ve done nothing but perch uncomfortably since he left you a weeping mess between your thighs. You truly love when Joel is possessive like that, but you need your relief before you completely lose your mind.

Somebody scores a point, everyone in green cheering loudly, including Harry.

He smiles down at you, patting your leg quickly. “Thanks for hanging out with me, y/n. Nobody else here knows me, and your dad is rather distracted,” he gestures to the man in the red jersey who hasn’t said a word to you since you got here.

“As I said, you’re not as bad as you seemed.” You narrow your gaze at your father. “He’s always distracted with something.”

“Bad relationship?” he asks bluntly.

Your brows raise with surprise. “Oh, um—”

“Forgive me,” he shakes his head, “I’ve had a bit to drink, I don’t mean to pry.”

You giggle. “It’s fine, Harry. Truthfully, yes. He never talks to me and always puts his job first. He always has.”

“That’s shit,” he shakes his head. “I haven’t seen my dad in years, so I get where you’re coming from.” Harry’s glassy eyes meet yours. “You deserve better.”

Your heart twists, sending a pang of sadness throughout your chest, running up to your eyes. “I’ve given up trying to be in his life. He clearly doesn’t want me.”

Harry grips your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “No, darling. He’s just—a stupid man. He doesn’t deserve you to be his daughter.”

A tear slides down your reddened cheek, quickly swiping it away with your finger. “God, Harry. You didn’t have to make me cry,” you tease.

He chuckles. “I’m sorry. I just feel like you don’t know your worth, and you should. You’re very bright, you’re funny, kind, charming,” he licks his lips drunkenly, “lovely.”

“You’re very sweet, Harry. Thank you,” you say gently, patting the top of his hand that holds yours. You eye his left arm that’s riddled with black ink. “You’ve got a lot of those.”

He laughs. “Little over sixty.”

“Yeah?” you ask, surprised. “All on your arm?”

Harry shakes his head, lifting up his jersey to reveal a large butterfly on his toned abdomen. There are leaves on his pelvis, and mirrored swallows on his collar bone, as well as several others.

“Wow,” you reply with shock. “They’re nice.”

He drops his shirt, giving you a large smile. “And what about you?”

“God, no. At least not yet, anyway. Maybe one day.”

“Scared of needles?” he asks playfully, gently shoving you with his shoulder.

You laugh, pushing him back. “Only a little bit! I’d still get one, just haven’t landed on anything I like.”

“You have a good relationship with your mum? Get her initial or something. I’ve got my sister’s on my shoulder.”

Your eyes soften, admiring him. “That’s beautiful, Harry. I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“That’s because this is the first conversation you’ve had with me where you didn’t completely hate me.”

You laugh loudly, shaking your head. “Maybe if you acted this way all the time, I wouldn’t hate you.”

“Now I know not to make jokes,” he chuckles. “Or find someone a job better suited for them.”

You roll your eyes back, smirking. “God, shut up.”

“Would you like another water?” he gestures to your empty bottle.

“I can get it,” you laugh. “Thank you. Do you want another beer? Or should you hold off?”

“Fuck holding off. My team is winning!” he shouts, making you giggle.

You stand up, walking into the kitchen and bending down into the cold fridge, adoring the difference in temperature. It’s so hot being in the living room that’s jam packed with bodies that are all worked up and full of testosterone.

“Hey, I’m gonna take off,” you hear from behind you.

You turn to see Joel whose eyes are gentle but his body is stiff. “Already? The game isn’t over yet.”

He clutches his stomach a bit. “Yeah, I’m just not feeling too great right now. I think I’m getting sick.”

“Oh, no,” you frown, going to throw your arms around his neck but he stops you.

“Probably best if you don’t. Be bad if someone saw, right?” His voice lacks emotion, and you’re wondering why he’s acting this way.

Your eyes narrow a bit, backing away from him. “This is because of Harry, isn’t it?”

Joel is quiet for a minute, gazing at you with harsh brown eyes. “I don’t want to get into it right now.”

“So, you’re not actually sick. You’re just jealous and lying to me.”

His mouth hardens into a thin line. “Enough, y/n.”

“No,” you protest. “Did we not just establish that I’m yours and that Harry means nothing?” you keep your voice quiet.

“You’re enjoying his company. It’s not hard to see.”

“Am I not allowed to? He’s nice.”

“I thought you hated him,” he snaps back.

Your brows crease with ire. “I think I misjudged him. But even so, I’ve already told him where I stand, which is unavailable.”

“You looked so unavailable when you were drooling over his body,” he says with acid dripping from his words. “Or when he kissed your hand. Jesus, y/n, why don’t you just admit that he’s a better fit for you than I am? He’s better looking, younger, in better shape—”

Without thinking for more than a moment, you lean forward, pulling Joel in for a passionate, firm kiss, fitting your hands into his thick hair.

“You,” you whisper, “all I want is you.”

Joel sighs, pressing his forehead against yours. “But I’m right, y/n. And you know I am.”

“You’re wrong,” you say softly. “You’ve never been more wrong about anything.”

He pulls away, his demeanor having softened. “Answer me this honestly,” he begins, his eyes on yours, “do you think he’s attractive?”

You swallow, not wanting to lie, and also not wanting to hurt his feelings, but you need to tell the truth. “Yes.”

Joel sighs. “Do you want him?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m completely yours.”

He gives you a gentle smile. “You’re my girl?”

Your body liquifies, your thighs pressing together as your bottom lip tucks behind your teeth. “Yes, I am.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never felt more insecure in my life than I do right now, seeing you with him.”

“Baby,” your voice coos, “you don’t have to be insecure. I’m crazy about you.”

Joel looks to his side, seemingly checking to see if anyone is there. “Do you wanna leave with me?”

You smile, nodding. “Definitely.”

The two of you leave the kitchen, a beer bottle in your hand for Harry. You place yourself beside him, handing him the drink before you open your mouth to speak.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna head home,” you say to him as you lean in. “I’m bored.”

Harry’s face falls with disappointment. “What, really? You’re my only friend here.”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Talk to my dad. I’m sure he’d love to have some sort of rivalry conversation if you just approached him.”

He gives you a gentle smile. “Could you at least let me know you got home safely?”

“How would I do that? Send you a pigeon?” you jest.

“It’s not against company policy if I have your number, is it?” he beams proudly.

You roll your eyes. “Fine. I’ll give it to you verbally, and if you don’t remember it, that’s on you.”

You quickly roll out your number, Harry only smiling at you as you do. You know that there’s no way in hell he’ll remember, especially being so drunk.

“I won’t forget it,” he smiles. “Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Harry.”

You find your mom, haven’t having more than a single conversation with her this entire time. She’s been so busy with your dad and making sure everyone is happy, that you’ve hardly seen her.

“I’m leaving, mom,” you say to the beautiful woman in the red jersey.

“Aw, so soon? It’s not even halftime yet.” She hugs you.

“Yeah, I’m just bored. I’m gonna head home and clean a little bit or something.”

“Okay, well, I love you,” she smiles warmly.

“I love you too, mom.”

You leave the house, not bothering to say goodbye to your dad who is surrounded by people all intently watching the game. Harry remains on the couch, giving you a casual wave as you step out of the front door, being greeted outside by the thick wall of heat that encompasses your entire being.

Breaking into a near-instant sweat, you make your way to your car, instantly blasting the A/C as you settle into the driver’s seat. Your phone buzzes from your back pocket, making you lift your hips to retrieve it.

Unknown

5:35pm

Told you I wouldn’t forget

You laugh, rolling your eyes as you type back a response.

5:36pm

I’m sorry, who is this? Is this the man who has their nose up my father’s ass?

Harry

5:37pm

Is that what I’m smelling?

You giggle, locking your phone and moving out of the grass, heading straight for Joel’s house.

When you pull up, you see that he’s stepping out of his truck, giving you a large grin as he walks to your driver’s side door. He swings it open for you as you cut off your engine, greeting him with a soft peck on the lips.

“You still want me?” he asks with that low tone that you’ve become very familiar with.

“Yes, daddy.”

Joel’s jaw flexes beneath your fingertips, making you bat your lashes innocently at him. He grabs your hand and leads you to his front door, quickly unlocking it with one hand as he pushes the door open. Joel moves both of you inside, slamming the front door behind himself. He’s practically dragging you to his bedroom, your excitement coming out in a small giggle.

Joel pushes you onto your back on the mattress, your body bouncing up slightly from the force.

“I think it’s your turn to cum, don’t you?” he asks with a smirk as he climbs on top of you.

You nod fervently. “Yes, please.”

Joel hooks his large, rough hands into the sides of your jeans and panties, yanking them down aggressively as he admires where you’re quivering for him. He slows down a bit, pulling off your shoes one at a time before completely sliding your bottoms off.

You lay there in only your shirt and bra, your heart pounding from excitement and arousal. Joel rests on the bed between your legs, his arms coming up to hook around the top of your thighs.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “This perfect cunt is all for me, hmm?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yes.”

Joel places a soft lick against your clit, making your hips jolt up. “Always taste so sweet, too.”

Your brows pinch together. “Please.”

“Shh,” he coos, “don’t beg, pretty girl. I’ll take care of you.”

The tip of his tongue grazes you gently once again, but immediately ceases, making you whimper with frustration.

“Daddy, please,” you beg, your chest heaving. “I can’t take it.”

“You can take plenty,” he teases. “Swallow me whole every time I’m inside, don’t you?”

Your mind and body are on fire, every single nerve on high alert, making every breath against you cause a shiver to shoot down your spine.

“Please,” your voice breaks. “Please.”

Joel runs another short-lived swipe of his tongue up your slit, making a drop of desperation fall from the corner of your eye.

“Just want you to feel as frustrated as I did all afternoon,” he says gruffly, another quick flick of his tongue making your back arch. “Are you frustrated, baby?”

“Yes!” you shout, panting. “Please, daddy, I’m so good for you. Please. I’ll do anything you ask.”

He chuckles, moving a hand up to lightly press his fingers between your slit. “You’re a mess, y/n.” He eases one finger into you, your mouth hanging open as your head tilts back. “Hear how wet you are? All because I’m not giving you what you want right away.”

His finger stills inside of you, your entrance clamping down on it, desperate for more. “Daddy, please!”

“You’ve been so spoiled by my cock, that now you beg if I’m not inside of you within a few minutes.” Joel laughs as he flicks his tongue on you, swirling it a few times before pulling away. “You’ve become such a slut, baby.”

“Yes,” you groan. “I’m your slut, daddy.”

He moans. “Yes you are, sweet girl.” He pushes in another finger, your walls tightening up instantly.

“Please, you’re torturing me,” you whimper, your hips moving to gain any sort of relief. “I can’t—”

Cutting off your whining, Joel connects his tongue to your clit, making you cry out loudly, gripping his hair tightly in your hand. His licks are quick and relentless, making you curse into your incessant moans. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling the tips to hit that beautiful spot inside of you that makes you crumble.

Your breathing is frantic, and your hands cradle his head, your nails scratching at his scalp as you feel your orgasm sprinting towards the finish line. A blinding feeling washes over you, your release spraying out of you like it never has before.

Joel groans into you, his tongue and fingers not ceasing their perfect dance together, until your ride has come to an end. He pulls away, chuckling as he sits up onto his knees.

You pant as you gaze at him, his beard slick with your orgasm, and so is the collar of his jersey.

“You made a mess,” he says with a proud grin. “You ever cum like that before?”

You shake your head frantically, embarrassment washing over you. “I-I’m sorry.”

Joel scoffs, unbuckling his pants as he slides them down just enough for his erection to spring free. “Don’t ever apologize for squirting on me.”

He crashes into you with a firm thrust, making you scream out his name, your hands digging at the fabric of the jersey.

“Joel!” you scream. “Fuck, daddy, please.”

Joel leans down and places a firm kiss onto your lips and you groan, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

“Perfect,” he grunts between firm thrusts, “you’re fucking perfect.”

His hand is on your overwhelmed button, rubbing you in quick, small circles that has you screaming out even more. You can feel that same intense feeling consuming you as it did before, and you’re not even sure how to hold it in.

“I’m gonna cum again,” your voice breaks. “I don’t want to, baby, please, I’m embarrassed.”

Joel buries himself in deep, giving you an angry grunt as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “Squirt on my fucking cock, y/n. Give me what’s mine.”

Your body instantly responds to him, crying out loudly as you feel yourself spraying onto his length. The feeling is so intense it has your eyes watering and your thighs shaking intensely, your legs turning to jello.

“Fuck,” he curses, pushing himself in roughly to the hilt as he throbs, his warm orgasm filling you deeply.

The sounds he makes in your ear causes your walls to clench, making his body shudder slightly above you. Joel leans up from your shoulder, giving you a soft, deep kiss on your lips.

“You okay, baby?” he asks with himself still inside of you.

You nod, your entire body shaking. “It was s-so much.”

He kisses you again. “And you did so good.” He rubs the tip of his perfect nose along yours. “Never had a woman squirt for me before.”

“God, it’s so embarrassing.” You can feel your cheeks reddening just talking about it.

“No,” he says gently, letting out a small chuckle. “I loved it. Don’t be embarrassed about how good I make you feel.” He slowly withdraws with a slight moan.

Your body turns to face his that’s laying beside you. “But you’ll have to wash everything now.”

Joel pulls you in with his hand on your face. “Then I’ll wash everything.” His lips peck the tip of your nose. “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me, baby. I’ll never judge you, especially not for the way you cum.”

You giggle, letting out a small sigh. “At least let me help you wash them.”

Joel laughs, nodding. “Fine.”

The two of you walk naked across the house, your arms wrapped around Joel’s midsection from the back as he carries his bedding to the laundry room. You place feathery light kisses on his back between his shoulder blades, making him giggle.

“What’re you doing back there?” he turns his head slightly as he loads the washer.

“Admiring my hot boyfriend,” you laugh, subtly dragging your teeth across his skin. “I love your body.”

He chuckles, adding detergent to the bedding as well as his jersey. “Please,” he scoffs. “I know you said dad bods are hot, but this one isn’t.”

Your hands rub his stomach, admiring the light sprinkling of hair as well as the softness of it. “Dad bods are my favorite. And yours is number one.”

Joel closes the washer, turning. “Oh, yeah? And who’s second?”

You shrug. “There’s no competition.”

He shifts, his arms around your waist as your body presses to his. “Not even with Harry?”

“Not even Harry.”

“God, I’m sorry I’m so insecure. You’ve made me this way.”

Your brows furrow as you frown. “I’ve made you insecure?”

“No, you’re amazing. Just being with you makes me insecure, I guess. You’re so much younger and prettier. You could have guys like Harry who are fucking perfect and yet you choose me. I just don’t get it.”

“Because I love you, Joel.” Your eyes blow wide at what just escaped your lips. “I mean, I—”

His tense body softens, taking your lips against his with a gentle fervor that causes emotion to run to your eyes. “I love you too, y/n. I don’t care if it’s fast, or if I’m stupid for saying it. I love you. I’m crazy about you, and I want to be yours forever.”

You gaze up at him with your eyes bleary, his palm cupping your face. “I want that, too.”

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crypticroleplays · 2 months

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LF: House of the Dragon Roleplays

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+18 ONLY - Underage/Ageless Blogs will be ignored

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Hello hello! On the roleplay hunt again now with HOTD Season 2 in full swing!

If you're new to my blog I'm 20 years old (He/They/It pronouns) and I have roughly 7+ years of writing experience - I'm usually a semi-adv literate writer who averages 3-4 paragraphs, though I'll often do my best to match the length of my partner's reply. I enjoy chatting OOC about characters/dynamics and general plotting so please be aware of that and I also primarily use discord for roleplays though I'm also open to just using Tumblr DMs! I'd also be open to potential group roleplay servers though preferably nothing over the top and fancy (things with official Tumblr blogs, for instance, while I think they are very neat it's just not my style with specific edit and fc requirements - I don't want to spend my motivation on just setting up character information ya know?)

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In terms of knowledge I'm most familiar with the show but I'm in the process of reading Fire & Blood, and have some knowledge of the ASOIAF book lore due to research for one of my original characters.

For roleplay plots I'm open to canon based, canon divergence & AUs in general! I do have a preference for romantic based things, as a heads up.

I will be honest, I am a sucker for dragons if you couldn't tell - so I would love some decent dragon involvement if possible, since all the characters I wish to play are dragon riders/have the potential to be dragon riders.

For romantic plots I am exclusively looking for MxM pairings - For more general plots (Familial/Platonic) any pairing is fair game. I'm open to canon characters or OC related things, while I have a preference for OCs I'm fine with either option alongside potential OCxCanon! The canon characters I'm open to writing and my main OCs are down at the bottom of the post!

I may consider doubling up - though it's a case by case basis and dependent on the ideas. I generally prefer to put all my focus into one plot, but considering the two sided nature of HOTD I'm more open to potentially doubling.

I'm open to canon typical themes here in terms of how 'dark' things are - I have few hard limits if I'm honest. Angst/darker plots are also welcome though I would like to have hurt/comfort in there somewhere at the least - I'm not the best with 100% angst all the time, even if it's all a massive tragedy in the end.

Additionally NSFW is also on the table - if it happens and we want to write/plan for it I'm totally down for it, if not that is also completely okay!

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Characters I'm Looking to Write

Note: I'm new to writing canon cast characters - so please be open to my interpretations as they may not be 100% accurate to either show or book canon.

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Canon Characters:

Laenor

Aegon II

Jaecarys/Jace

Lucerys/Luke

Daeron

Addam of Hull

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Original Characters:

- The Dragon Thief || Carden Waters

"I think we all know how my coin landed, so why shouldn't I burn it all down? What else am I good for then?"

Carden is a ticking time bomb of a dragonseed, the unfortunate spawn of Daemon Targaryen - he holds notable distain and hatred towards his half blood family for a multitude of reasons. Just like any person though he's a mess of emotions and motivations, being desperate to make something of himself in the greater scheme of the world especially with the tension in the realm being at an all time high.

Full Character Information

- || Gryfinn Cantrill

"Well I'm sorry, I never asked for any of this! I'm doing my best to enjoy what I have, and it was going great until now- I didn't expect to end up actually giving a fuck about anyone-"

Gryfinn of the Vale - a young man who's been called beautiful more often than handsome due to his well groomed nature, being known through rumors and things of the like to be a man with little care, who has slept his way through half the brothels in The Vale. While having a slightly unsavory reputation and often the first to make snide or crude remarks, he currently lives amongst those of House Arryn in the Eyrie - by request to assist his cousin Lady Jeyne with certain affairs.

Gryfinn in truth is a quick witted and clever man who often has his own interests in mind due to how his mother and father lord over him despite being a man grown. He's been holding off the inevitability of being married off by them for years now and he's aware he may be running out of time - so he's only seemed to grow more bitter towards most people minus the few closer to him.

- The Dragonskin || Olivar Pyke

"I think it's because I'm like them, in a way... Neither of us truly belong anywhere, not anymore"

A skinchanger of Targaryen descent from the Iron Islands, Olivar was born blind and has lived most of his life hidden behind walls - a secret to the world in more ways than just being a useless bastard. He shares a unique bond with a wild dragon called Shipbreaker, though according to Olivar her name is Vethimax or that is her preferred name at the least. This bond is something more mutual than that of most skinchangers and their other forms. The dragon herself understands Olivar in a way and allows him to take control of her body from time to time, allowing for this unique bond between them to develop - that and Olivar's bastard lineage which also makes this possible. Though there's more to this bond than even Olivar knows.

Olivar himself is a soft spoken and oddly calm individual, he's cautious and respectful around anyone regardless of who they are. He's good at keeping aware of his surroundings despite his lack of sight, but still struggles in many aspects due to having little education or instruction throughout his life.

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Note: I am also open to potentially making new OCs depending on the plots! I have a few other concepts, these are just my most fleshed out fellas.

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If you're interested in potentially doing an RP I would prefer if you DM me but you can also like this post and I'll do my best to get back to you! (I've been having issues with dming people myself due to blogs not showing up in the message search so please don't take it personally if you don't hear back from me!)

#hotd roleplay #house of the dragon #hotd oc #hotd rp #roleplay search #rp search #roleplay #open for rp #discord rp #cryptic ads and ideas #remade my original ad post with more stuff

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gay-otlc · 1 year

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Won't Fall In Love At The End- 4

Get Rana some fucking therapy

@xanadaus @an-ungraceful-swan @novaliae @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss I think you guys wanted to be tagged sorry if you don't want to be tagged

By the time Saturday afternoon rolls around, Rana has still not entirely convinced herself that this will be fine and fun. Rana’s dad drives her to the address that Asher texted, and once he’s met Ms. Siegal for long enough to be confident she’s not a serial killer, he leaves. Aziza has gotten there before her and is eagerly taking a bite of Asher’s mom’s challah. Ms. Siegal offers Rana some. Luckily, she’s been over at Eva’s house often enough to have tried challah before, and knows it’s a texture she doesn’t hate, so she accepts the offer.

“It’s nice to meet you, Rana,” Ms. Siegal says. “I wasn’t sure Asher would ever find someone to date.”

“Mom.”

“We weren’t sure Rana would ever date someone either,” Aziza says.

“Aziza,” Rana groans, exchanging a look with Asher. They both still haven’t found anyone to date, not for real.

Asher glares at their mom, and then says “You look nice.”

“You do too,” Rana says, and it’s true. They’re wearing a suit jacket and a skirt that reaches their knees. Their necktie is the same shade of green as Rana’s dress- she remembered them asking about the color of her outfit, because couples should match, or something.

Couples.

She knows that’s the point of fake dating, to pretend to be a couple, but the word makes her a little bit squeamish to think about.

“You two are cute,” Aziza says, as the doorbell rings and Ms. Siegal moves to let Eva in. Rana’s discomfort has moved past “a little bit squeamish” into “vaguely nauseous” territory.

“They are,” Eva agrees, walking in. “Imagine not being tragically single.”

Rana almost laughs. She can’t imagine herself not being single, genuinely not single. That’s the problem.

“If you’re sad about being single you could just, like, ask someone out,” Asher says. They understand sadness about being single about as well as Rana does, she guesses.

Eva sighs dramatically. “She’s straight.”

Rana looks at her feet. After eating lunch with Abigail for a few days, she’s noticed that Eva’s hypothesis about Abigail’s sexuality might not be entirely true. From the details she’s gathered about Abigail’s camp girlfriend turned long distance girlfriend turned ex girlfriend, Rana doubts she means “girlfriend” in a platonic, straight girl way. But that’s not her information to tell Eva about, so she stays quiet as Eva laments.

It’s kind of funny to watch Eva’s face as Abigail arrives. She’s in a suit with a red necktie, her shoulder length hair tied back, and for the first time, Rana understands how Eva finds Abigail so attractive. She still doesn’t understand why Eva is actually sad about not dating Abigail, but Abigail is, objectively, very hot.

She arrives with Xavier, who has on a blue button down shirt and a bow tie decorated with dinosaurs. Rana has no particular desire to ever wear a bow tie, but if she did, she would definitely steal that one.

Eva’s eyes narrowed, looking between Xavier and Abigail. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, and then Aziza jumps in, saying they both look nice and are they going to homecoming as a couple?

Xavier and Abigail exchange a look, and then burst out laughing. “We’re both gay in opposite directions,” Abigail explains finally, and Eva nearly chokes on her sip of water.

The Eva-pining-over-Abigail rants are probably about to get even more annoying.

No. Wait. She’s not supposed to think that. Eva’s her friend, and Rana wants Eva to be happy, and she should listen when Eva talks about her feelings.

Being a good friend is hard, but if Rana wants to hold on to the few friends she has, she should probably do her best to be one.

Asher checks their watch. “Where’s Daniel?”

“He’s late for everything ever,” Xavier says with a shrug. “While we wait for him, can I ask the names of these new people? I’m Xavier.”

He glances over at Aziza and Eva. Eva is still recovering from the shock of realizing Abigail is gay, so Aziza introduces herself first.

“And I’m Eva,” she says weakly.

Abigail smiles at her. “My name’s Abigail. Nice to meet you.”

Eva blushes bright red. “I. Uh. You too.”

Rana seriously does not understand crushes. Saying “nice to meet you” is a very normal thing to say. It’s not anything special, just someone being polite. It doesn’t seem worth blushing over.

The doorbell rings, and Asher rushes over to answer it. “About time,” they tease as Daniel steps in. “You’re our ride, man. We need you to be on time.”

He holds his hands up. “Sorry, sorry. I’m here now?”

“I can’t wait until another one of us is allowed to drive around other people,” Asher grumbles. “A more punctual person.”

“I’m allowed to!” Abigail says indignantly.

“You don’t have a big enough car,” Xavier tells her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Technicalities. We’ll just stuff some people in the trunk, it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think that’s safe,” Rana points out.

Abigail shrugs. “We’ll vote. Least liked member of the group gets the trunk.”

Rana stares down at her feet. The likelihood that she’d get voted least liked member of the group… about a hundred percent. She knows things are rarely one hundred percent likely, but this seems like an exception. Abigail and Xavier and Daniel, they probably don’t like her at all, and definitely not more than the others. They just tolerate her, since she’s Asher’s fake girlfriend.

She bites her tongue as Daniel says “Or we could give everyone a seat, because my car is big enough.”

“I don’t trust that car,” Xavier says. “It’s like a million years old.”

“It works!” Daniel scowls. “Insulting my punctuality is one thing-”

“-Because it’s a true insult,” Asher cuts in.

“But insulting my car is where I draw the line! Jerry may be old, but he’s a good car. Don’t be mean.”

“You named your car Jerry?” Aziza asks.

“Jerry is a fine name! Stop judging me and my car!”

The group laughs, except Rana, whose mind is still spinning around we’ll vote, least liked member of the group gets the trunk. Had Abigail been looking at her when she said that? Maybe Rana was imagining it, or remembering wrong, but she probably was.

The group files out the front door, and Ms. Siegal insists on taking photos before they leave. The big group photos are okay- even though they probably all wish I wasn’t part of the group photo- but then Ms. Siegal grins and says “Everyone out except Rana and Asher. Time for a picture of the couple.”

“Mom,” Asher protests.

“Asher,” she repeats back in the same annoyed voice. “I’m a mom. You’re my kid, going to homecoming with their girlfriend. I want pictures of you two.”

Asher rolls their eyes.

“Step closer to her,” Ms. Siegal directs. “Put an arm around her. Stop glaring at me and try to look happy to be with your girlfriend.”

Rana forces a smile. She’s not happy, not enjoying this at all, but she does have a lot of practice making her face look the way it’s supposed to look. So she pretends it’s not gross to stand so close to Asher, looking so… couple-y, and smiles for the camera.

Finally, mercifully, Ms. Siegal is done snapping photos, and she orders everyone to be safe as they pile into the car.

Rana feels like she’s underwater. Which, on paper, shouldn’t be a bad feeling. She likes swimming, likes the ocean and its plants and sea creatures and ecosystems, but now she just feels trapped, like waves keep crashing over her head and she can’t swim away. Waves of least liked member of the group and they all wish you weren’t part of the group and try to look happy to be with your partner.

Asher taps her shoulder and leans in close. “You okay?”

“Get a room,” Aziza teases, before she could say anything.

Rana considers how it looks from the outside; a caring partner, leaning in to whisper sweet things to their girlfriend, maybe give her a kiss. It feels like everyone is looking at her and seeing the wrong thing, and she knows that was the point of fake dating, that they would see her as a normal person who dates people, but that’s… not… right.

That feeling is added to the waves that relentlessly wash over her, that feeling that everyone sees her as someone she’s not, and she wants them to because they probably won’t like it if they see her as someone she is, but at the same time, feeling invisible is…

She doesn’t know.

#s's writing #won't fall in love at the end #i'm writing this okay! slowly!

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karangarin · 1 year

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Get to Know My OC [tag game]

nobody tagged me. i tagged myself! bcs i'm procrastinating on drafting ipap lol!!

Transcript of Interview with Huang Xiodan a.k.a. Darren Huang.

Interviewer: Good morning, Mr. Huang. Have a seat, please.

Darren: Right here?

Interviewer: Yes. Or anywhere that's most comfortable for you.

Darren: Right. [chair scraping] Thank you. You can just call me Darren, by the way.

Interviewer: Sure, if that's your preference. Darren, I'll be asking you a few questions today. Feel free to answer them however you like.

(Darren is visibly uncomfortable. He wrings his hands together.)

Darren: Is this being recorded? For a... magazine or an article or something? If so, then sorry, I'm not interested.

Interviewer: Yes, this interview is being recorded. However, rest assured what you say in this room is strictly confidential. It will neither be published nor distributed.

(Darren appears somewhat comforted, though he still seems wary.)

Interviewer: First question.

(From this point onward, unless otherwise indicated, assume all words spoken besides the questions themselves are the words of Huang Xiaodan.)

Are you named after anyone?

Not that I'm aware.

2. When was the last time you cried?

[laughs nervously] Not holding back, huh? Uh, I don't know? Maybe... (He purses his lips.) Uh, yeah. I don't know.

3. Do you have kids?

Are you saying I look old enough to have kids to you? [laughs] I'm joking. But no, no kids. They're cute, but not interested in them. (He stares at his hands.) At least, not right now. Wait, you promise this isn't for some magazine or anything, right? Disregard my previous statement if it is.

(He calms down once I reassure him his statements will indeed remain confidential.)

Right, sorry. It's just been a while since I've done something like this.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes. (He looks to the distance, smiling fondly.) Not as much as Naia, though. Have you interviewed her? Holy shit, I'd love to know what she said. Huh? I can't? Oh, right. Confidentiality. (He flashes a smile and cocks his head.) Not even a little? No? Aw, man.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Whether they're smiling. I think you can tell a lot about someone by seeing whether they're smiling the first time they meet you. Helps me tell whether they might already like me or not. It's why Zeke gave me all the wrong vibes first time I saw him.

6. What's your eye colour?

Just basic brown. I think they're nice, though. But if I could have any other eye colour it'd be gold. Ooh, or I'd want to have heterochromia and have one eye be gold and the other brown. That'd be cool.

7. Scary movie or happy endings?

Happy endings. [pauses] Definitely happy endings. (He smiles. It is somewhat rigid.) But I've watched my fair share of scary movies because of Naia. Not my cup of tea. Let's just leave it at that.

8. Any special talents?

There's not much I can't do, you know? [laughs] That sounds like such a brag. But I am. Bragging. I can paint, waltz, sing, act, sculpt, write some impeccable Chinese calligraphy—and that's not even mentioning the instruments I can play. Piano, violin, cello, harp, flute. You name it, I can probably play it. Oh, but wanna know my coolest talent? I'm Candy Cupid. (He grins.) What's that? Oh, I'm so glad you asked. Basically, I can match people with their favourite candy. I just know. Every person has their own candy soulmate. It's like—

(He speaks at length of his Candy Cupid talent. The rest of the transcript has been cut for brevity's sake.)

9. Where were you born?

Shanghai. Beautiful place, you know? Even after moving, I went back there a lot as a kid. Wouldn't go again.

10. What are your hobbies?

I uh... [laughs sheepishly] I like knitting. You swear nobody's gonna publish this, right?

11. Have you any pets?

Nah. I'm not home a lot. Would be really mean for me to have a pet. But I'd love to have a polar bear. Have you seen them wet? They look so pathetic. It's hilarious. Don't tell Naia I called them that, though.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I mean... you wanna hear me start bragging again? [laughs] I was trained to play any sport there is. Again, you name it, I can play it. I'm a monster at tennis, though. Dominate the court.

13. How tall are you?

Six foot one. And I swear I'm not lying!

14. Favourite subject in school?

Chemistry, no contest. Think that's pretty obvious given I literally teach it for a living. But yeah, I loved it. Still do.

15. Dream job?

Having my own app where I match people with their favourite candies. Like Tinder, you know? [laughs] No, but on a more serious note, I really enjoy being a chemistry teacher. Wouldn't want any other job. Plus, I get to bother Naia all day. So, I love my job. Which is crazy to say aloud, because who loves their job?

Interviewer: Alright, thank you—

Darren: Oh, that's it?

(He appears disappointed.)

Interviewer: Yes, that's all the questions I have for you today, Darren. Thank you for your time.

Darren: Right. Of course. No problem. It was a pleasure. (He extends his hand.)

Interviewer: Likewise.

(I shake his hand. Darren stands from his chair, pushes it back in. At the door, he bows his head slightly and smiles. He leaves the room.)

#ipap #darren #my babygirl #tag games #THIS IS SO UNNECESSARILY LONG #but i had sm fun writing it #and being able to characterise darren better who admittedly i'm still getting to know myself #my writing

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bumblely · 1 year

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How do you wish Fabio styled his outfits

hi anon! sorry for the delay 😅 I really love this question! I'd like to start by saying that he has a lot of nice outfits that I liked, not everything is bad & that he's a professional athlete, not a model/stylist/fashion influencer. he has fun with his clothes, which is the most important thing ☺️

that being said, when I said he's not styling his clothes, especially his summer outfits, it's because he often wears them like they are displayed and isn't really adding anything. for example, I love when he's wearing jewelry, it makes it more interesting. he sometimes makes some questionable associations and bought questionable pieces of clothing 😅 (and did fashion crimes but that's hiw you learn)

his main issues for me are proportions (especially for summer outfits and shorts because I'm a Fabio-looking-fluffy-in-oversized-hoodies absolute lover, I could do an entire post) and his lack of 'global vision': he doesn't wear them to look 'stylish' but not to be totally naked — which is more than valid! also, sometimes the pieces by themselves are nice but they don't work together because the colors/fabrics/vibes don't match.

so to go next level, there are a few things he could do:

his issue with proportion is obvious on these outfits:

-> for the first 2 (not really his fault, it's on D&G): this is exactly how they were on the website, the shirts are either too short or too long and way too big and oversized, making them shapeless.

-> the shorts are too oversized, the shoes are a bit out of place + the fabric really doesn't help

-> for the one on the right, the t-shirt is fine and would look good with jeans, but these shorts aren't it, they should be smaller (tighter and shorter too imo)

I used by beloved boon.vivant_ on instagram as illustration, check his account he's amazing

these are styled outfits with shorts and good proportions and fabrics:

shorts (no matter the length or if they're wide or not) are fun to style as long as you use proportions:

-> hips length for the shirt/jacket is the longest it should be or like on the 4th one, longer shirt/jacket over small shorts.

-> the right shoes because they're part of the look. on these 4 outfits, they bring something: reinforce the vibe he created and/or color

-> socks, they are really important because they're the link between the short and shoes. [you can check Zhou Guanyu's outfit for the Azerbaijan Grand Prix last year, funny socks made the outfit so much better]

-> the bags and accessories add something too, it makes the outfit look complete. each time, the bag choice fits the vibe. this is why I love Fabio's jewelry, it always make everything look nicer.

-> and the choice of colors is really important, they need to work together. on the 3rd one, the collar detail and its color are super important. some outfits with flash colors can look really good, but in general, it's better to turn it down a little with neutrals because it makes the flash color pop even more.

these outfits have a vibe, a global vision, this is what I think would elevate his outfits.

the shirts can also be worn in so many fun and different ways and make it really interesting because you go beyond the designer's choice to sell his clothes:

(I used Eric McNeal's work on my love Lewis Hamilton as reference)

-> only mid buttons closed and an open collar (perfect to display jewelry) and it's flowing on the hips - it's useful to not have a line between the top and bottom, makes it look more 'blended'

-> only the first one closed, full belly on display, it's a fun way to wear a basic shirt (or here jacket)

-> it's a jacket as well but I find it really clever, to not have a basic button jacket, he closed only one and made it asymmetrical, it creates a nice shape and makes it really interesting

-> or just opening more buttons on a shirt than usual (one issue with his oversized shirts is that they look really 'big' so opening more buttons or tucking it would look better I think)

my issue with his matching set is that worn that way, it's usually monotonous. many things can be done to make it more interesting (and wearing it more than once)

-> using different fabrics (here maybe cotton/synthetic fabric for the turtleneck with leather shorts), the black really make the orange pop, love the bag too and the half tucked in turtleneck makes the outfit work

-> using mismatched set [Lewis Hamilton last year]

-> from a printed set, using only the shirt (or shorts) here I love that it's tucked inside a tailored white trousers (would work with tailored shorts too or with more Fabio coded shorts). the accessories are on point too, I love the oversized pearl necklace (here the short is white, but it can work with a lot of pastels colors, complementary to the shirt/shorts colors)

-> or using the printed shirt as an over shirt

another issue on the first 2 outfits: the fabrics and shapes

-> the trousers/track pants don't work with the first 2 sweaters. the 2 sweaters are nice but it looks weird with the track pants because the shape (tight on the ankles) and fabrics don't match (it's some kind of shinny synthetic fabric with a fleece hoodie for the first one 🤔)

-> round collars can be a little bit tricky because they're sometimes a bit boring. for the first one (on the left), it would look better with a shirt underneath for example with jeans and putting the hem of the jumper over the hem of the jeans to make it more baggy/loose (this is also true for his second one)

-> in my opinion, the elasticated hem works here for Jules Koundé because the shapes and fabric match

I like these outfits:

(from top left to right and again bottom left to right)

-> this set works because the fabric is nice, the pattern too and the shapes are nicely done: it's not too oversized and shapeless

-> the next three oversized ones work nicely because the hoodie and pants match - the colors on the last one work as well as the elasticated hem here + it's appropriate for a day on track

-> the 2 stripped hoodies are basic but it works - the one on the left more oversized and the other, I like the halft tucked in sweater

-> we can't see the shoes for the full denim one, but it works

-> he did a good job styling this shirt, this bag is dreamy and the trousers seem to match it

-> tmi but this brand, Cruel Pancake, was founded by Hugo Philip (actor/influencer and Caroline Receveur's husband). he is also working with Clarisse Castan (Ginger and Limón founder, [communication/celebrity management agency]) as well as Pierre Gasly (also working with Clarisse) who also did an ad for them a few days ago. I'm really curious to see the next 'collaboration' Fabio will do in the future 😊

in a way, I think that his style is "close" to Achraf Hakimi's but he styles his clothes better

-> especially the choice of the trousers: to me Achraf style them properly so they look nice, Fabio tends to put a lot of patterns together so it ends up being too much. of they have a special pattern or texture, he wears them with basics, so the focus is still on them

-> there are a few brands they both love to wear

-> the printed shirts

and last but not least: I absolutely love his watch collection and his jewels. he really has a good taste for watches

(it was really long I'm sorry 😅 there is a lot more to say but I think that's a good start 😅)

#fabio quartararo #fabio_fashion

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Hello! Hope you're doing well and also happy birthday! I would like a match-up please (I saw your birthday event and I thought it would be interesting!) Also I hope I did this right!

1. She/Her, Cis Female

2.I stand about 161 cm!

3. I'm fine with male or female since I'm biromantic asexual but I'm usually leaning towards males

4. I am 23!

5. Honestly? In terms of a partner, I want someone who I can connect with and someone who has a good personality. Someone who makes me feel like I'm understood, supportive, seen and just yknow overall be this relationship where we can make each other better but also be able to love each other's imperfections and stuff. I also like the small quiet moments that we can share that feels intimate and that it feels like we can see ourselves, the ability to like connect and love someone like that. Someone who is kind and open-minded, a bit nerdy, funny, appreciates the arts,has a humanitarian side, intelligent but not to the point they sound like they're greater than anyone but like they're aware of their limits too and just someone who I can talk to with just about anything and everything.

6.Pink Peonies!

7. All For One, All Might, Endeavour, DIO, Vanilla Ice, Rubber Soul, Kira, Aqua Necklace's stand user, Keicho, Present Mic

8. I don't mind villains!

9. BNHA/MHA and JJBA (Maybe DIU? 👉👈👉👈)

Type of Readings: Tarot Card, Potions (Purple) and Tea Reading (the type of tea I drink is Earl Grey with one teaspoon of sugar in it, I like cats and Present will do!)

Thanks for taking an interest! I appreciate the birthday message sorry this took forever to get to. I had to take a break from writing. Hope you like your matchup 💗💗 Hope you're doing well.

Fortune Teller Match Maker 🔮 Anime Matchups 💘

My Hero Academia

Abella's eyes light up upon your first request for a tarot card reading she asks you to take a seat at her table. It's round with a purple table cloth, it's filled with various items one would expect from a fortune teller. You're seated on a stack of square shaped cushions across her. She snaps her fingers and in front of you all the items disappear after the pink cloud covering the table is gone.

A pink tarot card deck is in front of her as well as some more items but her attention is directed to the deck. She begins shuffling then lines them up in front of you in a neat row. You notice the hearts on her face glowing.

"First I'll have you choose two cards."

You do as she says and the other cards disappear and reappear in her hands. She shuffles them but this time her cards are glowing pink. The painted hearts underneath her eyes continue glowing pink. She points a pink polished finger and the cards surround the both of you. They float in the air effortlessly in a slow vortex.

“For true romance to be I’ll need to know who your true love is. Pick one card but be sure to pick the one that calls to you. Be true to your beloved by following your heart.”

The cards fly to the table lining up neatly in front of you. You do as Abella says and follow your heart. You hover your hand over several cards until you get a warm feeling deep in your heart. You choose a card and it begins glowing. The other cards return to Abella’s side in a stack.

“You did so well. Now let’s set your cards down on the table.”

One card is glowing pink while the other two look normal. Abella hovers her hand over the glowing card, closing her eyes. A huge rose shaped magic marking surrounds you two on the ground. You look around as both of your locks of brown hair float gently off your shoulders.

"I'll start by revealing your true love."

Your brown eyes follow Abella's to the card. It's now glowing white. Abella waves her hand across it, causing it to spin. When she has her hand gently cupped over it, the card stops spinning. Her hand is back at her side and you now see an image of a male in the card. He has straight dark shoulder length hair with triangular cut bangs. He has a huge smile, most likely laughing about a joke. He has dark eyes, and his most notable feature is his arms since the elbows look rounded almost like tape dispensers.

"His name is Hanta Sero and I see he is a heroic individual who enjoys laughter as much as you do. He loves to make jokes and he is constantly smiling. He is everything you're looking for in a partner. He would be supportive, understanding, and a very love your imperfections whole heartedly."

You think over all of what Abella has said with a smile on your face. To think your true love is trying to become a hero. Abella directs your attention to your other cards you picked. She flips one over while you look to it curiously.

The first card reveals a pink image of a what looks to be an angel. It's a person in a white gown with wings, they hold two goblets, pouring water into the other. The setting is at a pond and beautiful grassy scenery.

"If you're single and asking about love then Temperance is a very good card to get. It represents someone who will love you deeply. Temperance in a relationship reading denotes two people who both believe in relationships and know-how to have a relationship."

You think over the reading with a smile as its a romance you long for. Abella then flips over the next card. It reveals the image of four wooden trees beside each other, two on one side and another two across them. They're decorated with plant life and red roses, beneath them in the background is a man and woman holding bouquets and waving them. Behind them is a castle and people gathered around it.

"This card is called four of wands. It has many meanings but in love it means to connect with someone special. Perhaps there is a special someone in your life."

You thought it sounded nice, nodding in understanding. You give Abella your thoughts while she puts away her tarot card deck in her white shawl she is wearing. Her eyes show you her interest in your potential romance. She hopes to be helpful to you.

She is delighted to hear you're interested in a tea reading. She grabs the white tea pot with pink and red heart prints covering it. She snaps her fingers summoning a tin of loose leaf Earl Grey tea. Abella gets the tea leaves ready in the tea pot. She begins her instructions your tea reading.

"Once your tea is at the perfect temperature to drink, I'll need you to ponder a question for this tea reading. Do not share it with me. I'll need you to think of the question and to pick one before you finish drinking. Leave about a tablespoon of tea left behind in the cup." She then looks over to you remembering a very important detail. "Do remember this reading will be about romance, a question leading to romance sounds most appropriate since its why you're here."

The hearts on her face are glowing while her eyes are closed. She is reflecting on her intentions and begins transferring her energy into the tea leaves. She then looks over to you while setting down the teacup in front of you. You drink your tea once she hands you the saucer and cup. You leave a tablespoon of liquid in the cup while thinking of your question.

"Will love find me soon?" You finally decide on this question in your thoughts.

Abella gently picks up the teacup and saucer. She uses her left hand to swirl the tea left to right three times. Slowly the fortune teller carefully inverts the cup over the pink saucer. She closes her eyes for one minute, you notice the hearts on her face are glowing so it was intentional. Once she opens her eyes she rotates the cup three times again. She turns the cup upright, positioning the handle south.

She obverses remains of the tea leaves inside the cup. The aroma was very pleasant it smells of soothing earl grey tea, it's a relaxing smell. She reveals an image of a cat. The tea leaves appear to be at the top of the cup. Your dark brown eyes look over the leaves at the cute image of the feline. Abella is also smiling, hoping you'll like her reading.

"It seems you'll have a fresh start in life. This indicates you're usually happy or content in life but there is a focus on endless curiosity. This could be pointed to love."

Understanding her words you thank her. Abella then asks you what your next and final request will be. You look over to her potions on the shelf behind her and ask her about it. She walks over to her shelf with a smile. You point out the purple potion.

"This potion is called, "lovers luck". It gives you 40% more luck. This increases the chances you’ll see your true love.

The bottle is a lavender color and heart shaped. It's covered in purple floral designs, it has a single green flower on the front. The lid is also lavender and its round resembling a gem. She didn't bother including how the potion has an affect for romance and you potentially having a date. She figured you would experience it on your own.

You look over the potion with curiosity. Abella explains how you must drink the entire bottle for it to have affect on you. She also tells you it tastes similar to diluted punch so you wouldn't have to worry about the flavor. You open the lid and it smells of berries and a hint of fruit. You drink the entire serving inside the small bottle of potion.

You don't feel any different so you look to the fortune teller. She smiles and guides you to the center of her tent. She summons a portal at the center of the rose pink symbol on the ground. The hearts beneath her eyes glow the same color. Your hair is floating above your shoulders as you stood beside her. She explains your true love is at the other side of the portal.

"Do remember not to be disheartened should today not work out. Love works in mysterious ways at times. Best of luck."

You bid her goodbye and give a thanks before entering the portal. You open your eyes noting how you're at the center of the city. There is nothing much going on. Passerby's walking along the streets minding their own business.

Your eyes soon land on Sero who is sitting at a bench. He is in his casual clothing looking at his which. Most likely waiting on his bus stop. He visually sighs, the bus stop taking it's time. You decide to sit beside him, remembering you drank the purple potion Abella gave you earlier. He did glance at you but kept to himself.

He was looking over at something before chuckling to himself and cracking a joke. You over heard his joke, giggling. He smiled over at you then introduced himself to you. You in turn introduce yourself. He thought your name sounded lovely. You two ended up chatting for half an hour before Sero asked you on a date. You both got along very well, talking about several topics and you noticed he has several attractive qualities you're looking for.

He invites you on a date at a diner so you two can enjoy each others company and eat. During the date he would make you laugh. You also noticed he could keep up with your intellectual conversations. When he talked about going to UA when he was in high school you were impressed.

After spending time together at the diner and eating you both walked around town for a bit. You held hands and enjoyed each others presence. Sero didn't realize it at first but he truly enjoyed the date and was hoping you admire him as much as he admires you.

You noticed him staring at your hand holding his own then direct a cute smile his way. Your smile is returned with a huge grin from him. The noticeable blush was absolutely adorable. You squeezed his hand affectionately causing him to do the same action. Before you knew it you're in his embrace while you looked into his eyes. You two somehow were drawn to each other. His dark eyes a contrast to your visibly brown iris'. You had to tilt your head up since he slightly towered over you. His touch is very gentle and he's a bit awkward from how he wraps his arms around you but you don't mind.

Eventually you two share a romantic kiss together. The embrace made you both felt so much happiness, it was loving yet comforting. Afterwards he offered to walk you back. You desired to head back to Abella's tent before going home. Her tent isn't too far so the small walk alongside Sero's side was nice. Before he his goodbye he kissed your forehead and promised you another date with a given time as well as a location.

You head back to Abella and enter her match making tent with a smile. She greets you with a smile on her pink lips. Her smile widens upon you talking about your date. After you're done talking about it she heads to a planter not too far away from where you're both talking. A flower is picked for you and she holds out a pink peony for you.

"This is for you, friend. May you find joy during your trials of love with Sero."

Pink peony’s super popular for wedding bouquets as they symbolise good luck and prosperity. For you and Sero they represent your luck in finding each other, and having a thriving relationship.

#abella fortune teller event #abella fortune teller takeover #mha matchup #anime matchups #thanks for your patience #my hero academia matchup

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