#also. a reminder that I take weekend breaks from the ask blogs

[doll-in-the-oasis]

OOC UNDER CUT

So... I gave into temptation and made this. As far as I'm aware, no one's made a blog for UTY!Red. So here we are fhdjkshf-

This blog takes place post-pacifist, before Frisk falls. I didn't work out the specifics just yet, but I'll get there.

Red's pronouns are she/her by the way! Brick's pronouns are he/him! Violetta's pronouns are she/her!

And please make sure your questions are not inappropriate. Because I will ignore it if you send something like that- (Red is canonically a minor iirc) (UPDATE: Red is NOT a minor, I was mistaken. She's around 18/19 according to a friend. My bad-)

Other blogs are free to interact!

-RHA

OH! Before I forget, the text boxes are being made here, so credit to the owner of this website!!

Check out @dark-world-ballerina for an ask & RP blog of my Deltarune OC, Tutula!

Also check out my new blog, @dad-of-the-wild-east for an ask & RP blog for an AU Starlo of my own creation!

[denksmail]

Hello love, i stumbled upon your blog and think that it's cool! Can you write a superman/Clark Kent x flourist!Reader? I can't think of a scene so go crazy😭

let me cook 😈 😈

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: Superman (Clark Kent) x Reader ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none! xx ᴀ/ɴ: Finally a Dc request!! I love writing for DC sm >w<. Especially writing for the batfam. Also thank you everyone for the fat load of requests omg!! Multiple of you asked what my guidelines regarding NSFW, just DM me, and see if I'm comfortable writing your request. ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: Clark is visiting Smallville for the weekend and decides to go to his local florist shop to buy a little something for his mom. Little does he know, he will leave the shop with more than just a bouquet of flowers.

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Clark was always sweet but he put his work and responsibilities before everyone. Even his loved ones. His friends start to pick up on this behavior and demand that he take a break from saving everyone all the time. With time, Clark gave in and started with visiting his family back in Smallville. It's been months since he spoke with them. He didn't even know what he'd do when he saw them again. An idea crossed his mind. The least he can do is provide a gift for them. His first idea is to buy flowers for his mom, Martha.

He left the house in hopes of finding the perfect flowers for her. Across the street was a small pink flower shop that recently opened. Clark adjusted his glasses, smiled, and made his way across the street to the shop. Upon walking into the shop, he was immediately hit with fresh floral scents. A blend of roses, lilies, and other exotic blooms. The whole shop was decorated to match each flower displayed. With every flower of every color filling the room and making the shop vibrant.

Behind the counter stood a young woman, arranging a bouquet with deft hands. She had a warm smile and bright eyes that sparkled with enthusiasm. Clark approached her, his usual confidence slightly wavering in the presence of her captivating aura.

"Hi there," he greeted with a friendly smile. "I'm looking to buy some flowers for my mom. Do you think you could help me find the perfect bouquet?"

The florist looked up, her smile widening. "Of course! I'd be happy to help. What's the occasion?"

"Just a visit," Clark replied. "I haven't seen her in a while, and I want to bring her something special."

The florist nodded thoughtfully, her fingers tapping her chin as she considered his request. "Well, let's see. For a mother, you want something that conveys love, appreciation, and warmth. How about a mix of roses and lilies? Roses symbolize love and admiration, while lilies represent purity and refined beauty."

Clark watched her as she moved around the shop, selecting flowers with care. Her movements were graceful, almost like a dance. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by her dedication and passion for her work.

"That sounds perfect," he said, his voice sincere. "You really know your flowers."

She blushed slightly, her smile becoming a bit shy. "Thank you. I love what I do, and it's always a pleasure to help someone find the perfect bouquet."

As she continued to assemble the bouquet, they chatted about various topics—flowers, Smallville, and even a bit about the bustling city of Metropolis. Clark found himself enjoying the conversation more than he had anticipated. There was something refreshing about her genuine interest and warmth.

"You know," she said, tying the bouquet with a delicate ribbon, "these flowers remind me of my own mom. She used to tell me that flowers are nature's way of smiling at us."

Clark smiled, feeling a connection with her words. "Your mom sounds like a wonderful person."

"She was," the florist replied softly, her eyes reflecting a mix of fondness and nostalgia. "I think your mom will love these flowers. Here you go."

She handed him the bouquet, a beautiful arrangement of red roses and white lilies. Clark took it, marveling at the care and artistry that had gone into creating it.

"Thank you," he said, his voice warm. "I really appreciate it."

As he reached for his wallet, the florist placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. "It's on the house," she said with a wink. "Consider it a gift for your mom."

Clark was taken aback by her generosity. "Are you sure? I don't mind paying."

"I'm sure," she replied, her smile genuine. "Just promise to come back and tell me how she liked them."

He chuckled, feeling a warmth in his chest. "I promise."

Before he could leave, the florist reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. She scribbled something on it and handed it to him.

"Here's my number," she said, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "In case you ever need more flowers, or, you know, just want to talk."

Clark took the paper, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. "Thank you," he said softly. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."

With the bouquet in one hand and her number in the other, Clark left the shop, a smile playing on his lips. As he took to the skies, he felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. Visiting his parents was nothing new to him but this time, there was an added reason for his uplifted spirits—a charming florist who had managed to make his day a little brighter.

[rylem33]

The Cowboy Experience

I've been working on this one for a few days. I hope you enjoy. If you do, mosey on over to my blog (link on my Tumblr home page) and take a gander at the other 100+ stories I've written. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The dusty road stretched for miles in front of Sam and Drew as they bumped along in their rental car, the sprawling ranch just coming into view on the horizon. It was a hot day, and neither of them could deny their nervous excitement.

“So remind me why we’re here again?” Sam asked, squinting through the windshield at the vast landscape. His tone was dry, laced with a familiar sarcasm that had become second nature to him.

“Come on, Sam! It’s an adventure!” Drew’s grin was wide as he looked over, excitement radiating off him. “When else are we gonna get a chance like this? A whole weekend as cowboys! The ad made it sound like we’d learn everything from riding horses to branding cattle.” He paused, noting Sam’s dubious expression, and shrugged. “Alright, maybe the branding’s not what I’m looking forward to, but you know what I mean.”

Sam rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. But I still don’t see why we had to come all the way out to the middle of nowhere for it.” He looked around, watching as the horizon flickered with heat. “It’s not like we’re exactly…fit for ranch work.”

Drew laughed, nodding in agreement. “Exactly why we need to do it! Just think of it, Sam. A couple of city guys, totally out of our element, learning how to rough it. Besides, how bad can it be?” He leaned back, brushing dust from his shirt. “We could both use a break from the daily grind.”

Sam sighed, leaning back in his seat. “I’m not exactly dying to get sweaty and covered in…I don’t know, hay or dirt or whatever. But I guess it’ll make for a good story.”

“That’s the spirit!” Drew said, giving him a light punch on the arm. “I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to the work…feeling like I’m doing something instead of just being on my computer all day.”

Sam shook his head, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I barely know how to tie a knot, let alone lasso a cow.”

Drew shrugged, his optimism unshaken. “You never know. This could be good for us. I’m just sayin’ to keep an open mind and all that.” He looked out the window as the gravel road wound them closer to the ranch buildings. “Besides, we don’t have to master it all. Just get a taste, you know?”

They both fell quiet as the main ranch building came into view, nestled between two old barns and a couple of wooden fences. The place looked rugged, like it had been there for a century and seen a lot more than two city boys could ever imagine.

“So, think they’re gonna go easy on us?” Sam asked, eyeing the impressive sprawl of land around them.

Drew snorted. “Not if they’re real cowboys, they won’t.”

They parked near a tall, weathered barn. The whole area was quiet, and the open field stretched far and wide, framed by mountains that gave the land a rugged beauty that even Sam couldn’t deny.

They stepped out of the car, stretching and taking in the stillness of the land around them. Sam felt an odd sense of peace but also an unease. He felt out of place. He glanced over at Drew, who seemed to be practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Okay, admit it,” Drew said, nudging Sam with his elbow. “You’re a little excited too, right?”

Sam shrugged, the smirk returning to his face. “Fine. A little. But mostly nervous.”

Just then, the loud creak of a door broke through the quiet, drawing both of their eyes toward the barn. Emerging from the shadows was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick gray mustache, a cowboy hat tilted low over his eyes. He walked with a confident, unhurried swagger, his boots stirring up small clouds of dust as he approached.

He looked Sam and Drew up and down, taking in their city clothes, clean shoes, and the faint hesitation in their eyes. After a moment, he let out a low chuckle. “Well, ain’t this somethin’. Couple of city boys out here tryin’ to be cowhands, huh?” He shook his head, smirking. “Don’t get many like you two out here. Tell me, boys, you even know the front end of a horse from the back?”

Drew laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Well, we’re here to learn. I mean, that’s why we signed up, right?”

“Right,” he replied, his gaze landing on Sam, who was watching him with a growing frown. “The name’s Hank and I’ll be supervising you two.”

“Just a heads-up,” Hank continued, “ranch work’s not exactly for soft hands and fancy talk. Out here, you’re gonna get dirt on you, you’re gonna sweat, and it’s probably gonna hurt. Think you can handle that?”

Sam’s frown deepened, and he muttered, “We didn’t come all this way to sit around and sip cocktails.”

Hank’s eyes flickered with something that might’ve been amusement or irritation, it was hard to tell. “Cocktails, huh?” he repeated with a mocking drawl. “Figures.”

Drew chuckled, a bit nervous. “We’ll keep up, Hank. Promise.”

Hank shook his head, muttering something under his breath. He looked back at Sam, then Drew, with a smirk. “You boys think you’re up for it? Alright then. Let’s see if we can’t knock some of that city slick off ya.” Reaching behind him, he pulled out two well-worn cowboy hats, holding them out with a flourish.

He offered one to each of them, looking them dead in the eyes as they took them. “Here. Maybe these’ll make men out of ya.”

Drew took his hat eagerly.  It was  broad and rugged, with a wide brim and a dark, weathered band that looked like it had seen its fair share of hard days.  He grinned as he pulled it down over his hair. “Thanks, Hank,” he said, voice laced with excitement. “This is great.”

Sam’s hat, on the other hand, was noticeably different. The brim was slightly narrower, with a lighter color that gave it a softer look. Sam held the hat with uncertainty before placing it on his head. It sat high on his head and he wondered if he’d drawn the short straw, or if Hank had done this on purpose.

Drew let out a small laugh, nudging Sam. “Hey, look at us! Starting to blend in already, right?”

Hank gave a snort. “Ain’t so sure about that. Those hats don’t make you cowboys. But, maybe, just maybe, they’ll remind you to quit fussin’ about and get to work.”

Drew chuckled, but Sam’s jaw tightened, and he met Hank’s gaze directly. “Thanks for the tip,” he said, his tone dry. The nerve of this guy, Sam thought. Just because they weren’t born on a ranch didn’t mean they couldn’t pull their weight.

Hank smirked, clearly amused by Sam’s pushback. He tipped his own hat down slightly, eyes twinkling. “Tell ya what, why don’t you start by hauling those bales of hay over to the barn,” he drawled, jerking his head toward a stack of hay bales. “A few hours of that, and we’ll see if you’re still eager to play cowboy.”

Drew looked to Sam, shrugging with a grin. “Guess we’re on hay duty.”

Sam sighed, his jaw set, and muttered, “Yeah, let’s get to it.” 

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The morning’s work was rough, but Drew was determined to keep going. The sun was relentless, and sweat was already dripping down his back by the time they’d dragged the first few bales halfway across the yard. He glanced over at Sam, who was keeping up but looking more out of sorts with every passing minute.

Sam had paused to press a hand to his forehead, muttering something under his breath that Drew didn’t catch. His movements were off, like he was distracted or unsteady, and when he tugged at his shirt collar, Drew noticed something odd in the way he did it.

“You good?” Drew called out, hoisting another bale onto his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Sam replied, brushing off the concern, though his voice sounded different. Drew tilted his head. It wasn’t anything obvious, but there was something in Sam’s tone that hadn’t been there before. He shook it off.

They kept at it, the sun beating down as they worked. Drew powered through, but his eyes kept drifting back to Sam. He couldn’t help it, there was something about the way Sam was moving that didn’t seem…right. His gestures, the way he stood, even the faint lilt in his voice when he muttered complaints under his breath.

At one point, Sam unbuttoned his shirt halfway, letting it hang loose. “This sun sure don’t mess around,” he muttered, and Drew froze mid-step.

The words were fine on the surface, but the way Sam said them was different. There was a faint drawl sneaking in at the edges. If Drew hadn’t been listening so closely, he might not have noticed, but now that he had, it stuck out like a sore thumb.

Drew frowned, squinting at his friend. “You’re sure you’re alright? You’re talking kinda funny.”

Sam turned toward him, blinking as if he’d just woken up. “Funny how?” he asked, sounding as normal as ever. Drew started to feel like maybe he’d imagined it.

“I dunno,” Drew replied, shaking his head. “Forget it. Let’s just keep going.”

By midday, Drew couldn’t hold back anymore. He dropped his bale and walked over to Sam, who had paused to rest against the fence, his hip cocked slightly with one hand resting on his thigh. 

“Sam,” Drew said, his voice low. “You notice anything…weird about how you’re acting?”

Sam cut him off with a laugh, shaking his head. “Drew, I think the sun’s getting to you,” he said. “You’re making stuff up.”

Drew frowned but didn’t push. The thing was, Sam didn’t seem to notice what he was doing. It was like the moment Drew brought it up, Sam snapped back to normal, but when he wasn’t paying attention, those little changes sneaked back in.

Before Drew could figure out what to say, Hank’s voice rang out across the yard. “Y’all takin’ a break already?”

Drew turned to see Hank strolling over, that ever-present smirk plastered on his face. “I figured a couple’a city boys might’ve lasted longer, but look at you,” he said, his eyes landing on Sam. “You doin’ alright there, sugar?”

Drew glanced at Sam, who stiffened slightly, his hand going to his hip in a way Drew couldn’t help but notice. “Just gettin’ used to it,” Sam said, his tone oddly sweet.

Hank chuckled, crossing his arms. “If you can’t handle a little sweat, maybe you belong in the kitchen, sugar.”

Drew stepped in, voice firm. “Hey, lay off him, Hank. We’re just new to this.”

Hank shrugged, unfazed. “Just playin’, son. Ain’t no harm in it. But if he’s gonna talk like a lady, he oughta get used to bein’ called one.”

Drew clenched his jaw, glancing at Sam. But instead of snapping back like he normally would, Sam just brushed his hair back again and gave a small, tight smile.

Drew stepped closer, lowering his voice as Hank walked away. “Sam, I’m serious. Something’s off. You don’t usually act like this.”

Sam just laughed, brushing it off. “You’re overthinkin’ it, Drew. I’m fine. It’s just the sun.”

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The afternoon sun beat down on Sam and Drew as they hauled fence posts, sweat soaking through their shirts. The work was exhausting, every muscle in Sam’s body aching from the effort, but something about it felt different now. He couldn’t explain it, but the exhaustion wasn’t just physical, his mind felt off.

Sam paused, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “This sun’s brutal,” he muttered, his voice softer than he’d intended. He cringed slightly at the sound, clearing his throat and shaking his head. “Almost makes me miss the city.” That sounded better, closer to his normal self.

Drew grunted in agreement, hefting another fence post onto his shoulder. “Yeah, no kidding. Can’t remember the last time I sweated this much.”

Sam chuckled weakly, tying his open shirt at the front to keep it out of the way. The motion felt instinctive, practical, but as soon as he caught the knot in his peripheral vision, something about it felt…wrong. He tried to brush it off, but the knot nagged at him, and his thoughts started spiraling again. He quickly untied it.

He stole a glance at Drew, wondering if he’d noticed, but Drew was focused on the post. Sam let out a quiet breath, relieved. Get a grip, he told himself, reaching for another post.

The longer they worked, the harder it became to hold onto that grip. His thoughts felt slippery, like they were being pulled in two directions at once. On the surface, he was focused on the task of lifting, hauling, and sweating under the sun. But underneath, there was something else. A part of him that wanted to move differently, to speak differently. It was subtle, but it was there, whispering at the edges of his mind.

“Sam,” Drew’s voice cut through his thoughts, making him jump slightly. “You okay? You’ve been kinda…quiet.”

Sam straightened up, forcing a quick laugh. “Yeah, just beat,” he said, his tone casual. “You know how it is….work like this’ll knock the wind outta anyone.” He grinned, trying to project confidence, but Drew kept looking at him, his brow furrowing slightly.

“You sure? You sound a little…I don’t know, off,” Drew said, tilting his head.

Sam clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm. “I’m fine, Drew,” he said, a bit sharper than he meant to. But even as the words came out, he caught himself adding, “Don’t fuss over me, alright?” The softness in the last part of his sentence made his stomach twist. He turned away quickly, busying himself with the next bale before Drew could press further.

As they wrestled with a particularly stubborn fence post, Hank strolled over, his ever-present smirk already in place. “Well, ain’t this a sight,” Hank drawled, leaning casually against the fence. “Couple’a city boys finally gettin’ their hands dirty.” His gaze lingered on Sam, and Sam felt an immediate spike of irritation.

“Just tryin’ to get the job done,” Sam said, keeping his tone steady.

Hank’s smirk widened. “Looks like you’re finally gettin’ the hang of it, sugar. Just don’t strain yourself.”

Sam felt the heat rise to his cheeks.  It wasn’t from embarrassment, but from the sharp stab of annoyance. “Maybe I’d do a better job at runnin’ this ranch than you, old man,” he shot back before he could stop himself.

The words came out sassier than he’d intended, with a slight lilt at the end that sounded nothing like him. Drew’s head snapped toward him, his face a mix of surprise and confusion, but Hank just laughed.

“You’ve got fire in you now, don’t ya, darlin’?” Hank said, his tone mockingly sweet. He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Might wanna watch that attitude, sugar. Could get you in trouble ‘round here.”

Sam’s hands tightened on the fence post as he fought to steady his thoughts. The fire Hank was talking about….it was there, burning hotter with every word. It made him want to snap back again, to say something cutting, but he clenched his jaw, forcing himself to keep quiet.

“You don’t scare me,” Sam finally said, his voice steady, though he could hear the faint hint of a drawl creeping in at the edges.

Hank let out a low chuckle, leaning back. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya, sweetheart,” he said, tipping his hat before sauntering off.

As soon as Hank was out of earshot, Drew turned to Sam, his expression serious. “What the hell was that?”

“What?” Sam asked, feigning ignorance as he picked up the next post.

“You don’t usually talk like that,” Drew said, his eyes narrowing. “The way you’re acting, the way you’re talking.”

Sam forced a laugh, trying to brush it off. “You’re overthinking it,” he said, his tone lighter. “I’m just messing with him. Guy’s got it comin’, don’t you think?” He tried to sound casual, but the way Drew kept staring made him uneasy.

Drew didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push further. “Whatever you say,” he muttered, grabbing another post.

Sam turned away, his grin faltering as soon as Drew couldn’t see his face. He let out a slow breath, his hands tightening into fists. Keep it together, he thought. This isn’t you. You’re fine.

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The sun had barely sunk below the horizon when Hank finally called it a day. Sam’s muscles burned, and his skin was streaked with dirt and sweat, but the tiredness felt good somehow, like he’d accomplished something real. Hard, honest work. He glanced over at Drew, who looked tired but satisfied as well.

“Alright, city boys,” Hank said, smirking as he gestured toward the bunkhouse. “Time to wash up and meet me out by the fire. Dinner’s in an hour. Try not to take too long, princess,” he added, giving Sam a pointed look.

For once, Sam didn’t bother shooting back a reply. He just smiled. When he glanced over at Drew, he caught his friend staring at him with a confused look. Sam just shrugged, flashing him a quick grin as he turned toward the bunkhouse. He caught himself swaying his hips slightly as he walked. Stop that, he thought sharply, forcing his gait back to something resembling normal. 

Sam stepped into the bunkhouse, towel slung over his shoulder, his muscles aching from the day’s labor. The soreness was real, but it wasn’t the only thing he felt. He looked in the mirror and noticed his shirt was knotted again.  When did I do that?

Closing the door behind him, Sam let out a long breath and stripped off his sweaty clothes, tossing them aside without a second thought. The cool air on his skin sent a shiver down his spine.  He was filthy.  Nothing a nice shower can’t fix.

He turned on the shower and stepped under the warm spray. The water cascaded over him, and for a moment, he just stood there, letting it wash away the dirt and sweat of the day. His shoulders relaxed, and he exhaled slowly. But as the water streamed over his skin, he couldn’t ignore the strange sensitivity coursing through him.

He ran his hands over his arms, scrubbing at the grime, but the touch felt different…more intense. His fingertips brushed against his chest, and he gasped softly, startled by the sudden wave of sensation. What the hell… he thought, but his hands kept moving, almost on their own.

As he rubbed his chest, his fingers grazed his nipples, and a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through him. He froze, gripping the wall for support as heat surged through his body. His breath quickened, his mind scrambling to process what was happening. Slowly, his free hand moved downward, brushing over his stomach, his hips, and lower still.

His skin was changing under his hands. As he rubbed along his chest and arms, faint patches of body hair slid away, clinging to his fingers before vanishing down the drain. His skin beneath was smooth and soft, impossibly sensitive.

One hand drifted back to his chest, fingers circling his nipples again as small, firm buds began to push against his palm. The warmth in his chest was undeniable, and as he glanced down, he saw the faint beginnings of breasts taking shape.

A sharp tingling sensation at his fingertips drew his attention, and he watched in stunned silence as his nails grew longer, the edges sharpening into pointed tips that glistened in the water. He flexed his hands, staring at the elegant curve of his new nails as they glided over his chest, tracing the roundness of his budding breasts.

His other hand moved lower, almost instinctively, brushing against his groin. The touch sent a wave of pleasure through him so sharp it made his knees buckle slightly. He steadied himself against the wall. His penis felt smaller in his hand, softer, and each stroke seemed to shrink it further. The sensation was overwhelming, electric, almost addictive.

The changes didn’t stop there. He felt a pull at his scalp, the tingling spreading to his hair. As the water poured over him, his hair lengthened, sliding down over his shoulders in soft, damp waves. He reached up to touch it, his fingers sliding through the silky strands, the sensation making his stomach flutter.

Sam’s mind reeled as the changes continued, spreading through his body like wildfire. His waist narrowed, his hips flared slightly, and his butt filled out, pressing against the curve of the shower wall. His stance felt different, his balance shifting as his thighs thickened, smooth and soft. Every touch of his hands sent shivers through him, and the heat building in his core made it harder and harder to think clearly.

No, he told himself, squeezing his eyes shut as though that would make it stop. He shook his head, trying to push away the thoughts creeping into his mind. Thoughts that told him this felt good, that he should just let it happen.

He gritted his teeth, forcing his hands away from his body and gripping the edges of the shower wall instead. The water pounded against him, grounding him just enough to steady his racing heart.

When he finally turned off the water, he stood there for a moment, catching his breath. His heart was pounding, his body trembling, but the heat was beginning to fade. Slowly, he reached for the towel, drying himself off without glancing in the mirror. He didn’t need to see. He knew.

His chest felt heavier, the faint swell of his breasts undeniable. His skin was smooth all over. And though he avoided looking down, he could feel the change between his legs.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, pressing a hand to his chest as if trying to steady his racing heart. Get a grip, he thought, clenching his jaw. But deep down the way his body hummed.

When he stepped out, clean and refreshed, his eyes fell on a small bench beside the sink, where a fresh outfit lay folded neatly…a snug, fitted top and a pair of denim jeans. He didn’t remember packing anything like it, but the sight of them didn’t surprise him. Nothing really did right now.

Without a second thought, he slipped them on, tugging the top over his head. It clung to him, accentuating his smaller waist and the gentle curve of his torso, while the jeanshugged his hips perfectly, sitting low on his thighs.  The pair of leather boots slipped on perfectly.

The wide-brimmed cowboy hat sat waiting on the counter, and he grabbed it, settling it back onto his head. He tilted the brim down slightly, flashing himself a confident smirk in the mirror.

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Drew sat by the campfire, adjusting his hat and staring into the flames, his jaw clenched tight. His mind spun, replaying the events of the day. Something was happening to Sam and yet Sam didn’t seem to notice.  Or maybe he didn’t care. That thought made Drew’s stomach churn with frustration, though he couldn’t quite say why.

Footsteps on the dirt drew his attention, and when he looked up, his breath caught. Sam was walking toward him, silhouetted by the firelight, and Drew immediately felt his pulse quicken. Sam’s tied-up shirt clung to his waist, showing off a toned stomach, and his hips swayed in a way that Drew couldn’t believe he was seeing. He looked…Drew shook his head. No, this wasn’t right.

Sam settled down beside him with an easy grin, tipping his hat back slightly as he turned to face Drew. Drew couldn’t help but notice Sam’s face was different too.  Softer, smoother.

“What’s the matter, Drew?” Sam asked, his voice light, teasing, almost sing-song. “You act like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

Drew’s jaw tightened, and he forced himself to look away, staring hard at the flames. “You’re not a girl,” he muttered, his voice rough.

Sam just laughed softly, clearly unbothered. “Are you sure about that?,” he said, his tone playful as he adjusted his hat.

Drew turned sharply, his frustration flaring. “What are you even talking about?” he snapped, his voice louder than he meant. “This isn’t funny, Sam. You’re acting like…like all of this is normal, like you don’t even care.”

Sam shrugged, running a hand casually down the front of his shirt, smoothing the fabric. “Guess the ranch agrees with me,” he said with a smirk.

Drew’s hands clenched into fists, the roughness of his skin scraping against his palms. He could feel his body tensing, his muscles tight. His thoughts grew hazier, sharper, and more heated with every second Sam sat there, grinning like nothing was wrong.

Before he could say more, Hank’s low chuckle broke the tension. “Well, ain’t you lookin’ like a queen tonight,” Hank drawled from across the fire. He took a slow sip from his flask, his eyes lingering on Sam. “That hat suits ya, sugar. Like you were born to wear it.”

Drew’s jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. Hank’s words should have sounded ridiculous, but they didn’t. The way Sam leaned into the comment, tilting his hat and grinning, only made it worse. Drew’s frustration burned hotter.

“Maybe I am,” Sam fired back, his voice brash. “And maybe this place could use someone like me runnin’ things ‘round here.”

Drew couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His best friend, the guy he’d known forever, was sitting there acting like this….like he belonged in this…this new role.

Hank chuckled, clearly unfazed, his gaze flicking between Sam and Drew. “Queen of the ranch, huh? Guess we’ll see if that attitude lasts. Thing about queens out here,” he added with a lazy grin, “they need keepin’ in line.”

Drew felt something snap. A hot surge of frustration and anger bubbled up inside him, and for a moment, he didn’t recognize the thoughts in his own head. Sam needed to be put in his place.

Drew shifted in his seat, the weight of his cowboy hat pressing down on him like it was part of him now. “Maybe Hank’s right,” he muttered, the words rough, almost growled. “Can’t go acting like you own the place, Sam.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned back, completely unfazed. “Oh, really? And who’s gonna stop me, you?” His tone was challenging, daring, and it set Drew’s teeth on edge.

Drew’s muscles tightened, his broad shoulders squaring as he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping lower. “Maybe someone does need to,” he said, the words coming out with a strange, unfamiliar authority.

Hank chuckled again, clearly pleased. “Hear that, son? Your friend’s actin’ like she’s in charge. Might be time you stepped up.”

Drew wanted to laugh it off, to snap back at Hank and defend Sam like he normally would, but something in Hank’s words felt…right. He nodded slowly, his lips curling into a faint, tense smile. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice rougher now, almost unrecognizable.

Sam laughed, bold and carefree, but Drew caught a flicker of something in his eyes. “You all can think whatcha want,” Sam said, throwing his hands up with a shrug. “I’m just havin’ some fun.”

That did it. Drew couldn’t hold back any longer. He pushed himself up from the log, his boots kicking up dirt as he stood. His mouth set in a hard line, his voice sharp. “I don’t get it, Sam,” he said, his tone steady and rough. “You’re just acting like…like none of this matters. Like you don’t even care what’s happening to you.”

Sam’s grin faltered for a moment, but it came back quickly, more forced this time. “Guess I just know how to handle myself,” he said, tossing Drew a flippant look. “Maybe you should give it a try, cowboy.”

Drew’s jaw clenched as heat burned through him. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed off into the darkness.

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Sam watched Drew storm off.  She knew her friend was upset, but had a hard time caring.  Instead, she tipped her hat back and watch the flames of the fire dance. Her body felt warm, but she wasn’t that close to the fire.

Hank sat across from her, his gaze moving over her with curiosity. “Ranch life seems to suit you just fine, doesn’t it?” he drawled, taking a sip from his flask.

Sam let out a low chuckle, her voice softer, smoother than it had been that morning. She could feel the changes in her body.  The way her hips felt fuller against the fabric of her shorts, the narrow of her waist. The way her top clung to her chest, and as she shifted, she felt the unmistakable weight of her now-full breasts.

“Guess it does,” she replied, tipping her hat with a confident smirk, the flirtatious edge in her voice surprising even her. She crossed her legs, feeling the softness of her thighs, the way her skin seemed to glow in the firelight.

Hank watched her, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Ain’t every day we get a queen of the ranch around here,” he murmured, as if he was stating a simple fact.

Sam didn’t reply. She just flashed Hank a smile, feeling his gaze follow her as she stood up from the fire. The night air was cool against her skin, but her body felt feverish, alive with a need that grew with every step back to the bunkhouse.

Each shift of her hips, each brush of her thighs as she moved, only intensified the sensation. Every inch of her body was humming as if it had been waiting to be touched, to be explored.

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Drew stormed into his bunkhouse room, slamming the door behind him hard enough to rattle the frame. His fists were clenched, and his jaw was tight as he paced the small space, boots thudding against the wooden floor. Anger coursed through him, hot and unrelenting, but underneath it, something else simmered.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Sam. About the way she had strutted up to the fire like she owned the place, the way her grin had practically dared him to say something. Her boldness, her confidence, her body. Drew shook his head sharply, trying to push the image out of his mind, but it lingered, vivid and consuming.

“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he dropped onto the edge of the bed. His body felt too hot, too tense, like his skin didn’t fit right. He pressed his hands to his knees, taking deep breaths, but it didn’t help. The frustration inside him wasn’t just anger. It was something deeper, something raw and primal.

His thoughts spun faster, images of Sam flashing in his mind: the curve of her hips, the way her shirt had hugged her waist, the fire in her eyes when she’d talked back to Hank. It was infuriating, and yet… Drew groaned, leaning forward as his head sank into his hands. What the hell is wrong with me?

A sudden, sharp heat surged through his body, pulling his thoughts back to the present. His muscles felt tight, like they were straining against his skin, and when he looked down, his forearms seemed…bigger. His sleeves strained against his biceps, the fabric pulling taut.

“What the—” he breathed, standing up quickly. His boots hit the floor heavier than usual, and as he moved to the mirror on the far wall, he froze. His reflection looked…different. His shoulders were broader, his chest thicker, his frame carrying an undeniable weight and bulk that hadn’t been there an hour ago.

Drew ran a hand down his chest, feeling the hard lines of muscle under his shirt. His hand was rougher, his fingers thicker, and as he flexed them, he felt a strange satisfaction settle into his gut. His shirt strained against his back, the seams creaking slightly as his chest expanded further.

“What the hell is happenin’?” he muttered, but his voice sounded different…deeper, rougher, commanding.

Before he could dwell on it, a sound from the next room caught his attention. A soft moan, muffled but unmistakable. Drew stiffened, his pulse quickening. He moved toward the wall, his breath catching as another sound drifted through…this one sharper, higher.

Sam.

. . . . . . . . .

Sam entered her room, shutting the door behind her with shaky hands. Her body felt like it was on fire, every inch of her thrumming with an energy that was impossible to ignore. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as she peeled off her fitted top and let it drop to the floor.

Her hands brushed over the small buds that had formed earlier, but as her fingers lingered, she could feel them swell, her flesh softening and rounding under her palms. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, both shocked and thrilled by the sensation. She cupped them fully now, the weight of her breasts growing heavier, the skin sensitive as her nipples hardened at the faintest touch.

She sank onto the edge of the mattress, her hands drifting down to her thighs. Her fingers traced over her skin, softer now, her curves more pronounced. She let out a soft moan as her hands slid further, brushing against the growing roundness of her hips, her waist pinching inward.

Her shorts felt tighter than they had moments ago, the fabric straining against her fuller thighs and her butt, which now pressed firmly into the mattress. She reached down, tugging the shorts off in a single motion, shivering as the cool air hit her skin. Her hands instinctively explored her body, gliding over her smooth thighs, the new curves of her hips, and the swell of her rear.  She squirmed with arousal.

As her fingers brushed against her wet slit, Sam gasped, the sensitivity there unlike anything she’d ever felt. Her back arched slightly, her chest heaving as her hand dipped lower, teasing the folds that were now fully formed, warm and slick with need. Her other hand rose to her chest, fingers circling her full, round breasts, squeezing and kneading them as her hips rocked instinctively.

. . . . . . . . .

The soft moans grew clearer, drifting into Drew’s room.He felt himself harden, his body responding before his mind even caught up. It was impossible to resist.  The sounds were pulling him in, and he couldn’t stop himself as he reached down, hand brushing against his erection. It felt thicker, fuller in his grasp, a surge of heat spreading through him as he stroked himself in time with each moan he heard from Sam’s room. 

. . . . . . . . .

Sam caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her flushed face framed by hair that now fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her features had shifted subtly, her cheekbones higher, her lips fuller, her eyes wide and expressive. It was the kind of face that turned heads, the kind of face that exuded confidence and allure. She couldn’t look away, even as her fingers worked faster, exploring every inch of her new body.

Her hips bucked as her fingers slid inside her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned loudly, her body trembling as the heat built higher, her movements more desperate. Her thighs quivered, the softness of her skin amplifying every touch, every stroke, until the pressure became too much to bear.

She let herself lean into the feeling, letting her hands roam, feeling out every inch of this body that was hers.  She didn’t care how loud she was being, the boys could think what they want.  She was going to enjoy this night.

. . . . . . . . .

Drew’s strokes became synchronized with Sam’s moans, each breath and whimper guiding his hand. The walls seemed too thin, every gasp and sigh fueling his desire further. His muscles tensed, a raw energy pulsing through his veins with each breath he took. He could feel his arms tighten, his chest, his legs.

. . . . . . . . .

When the climax hit, her body arched, her head tilting back as a loud, primal scream escaped her lips. Pleasure rolled through her in waves, leaving her gasping and trembling as she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips. 

. . . . . . . . .

The final, sharp cry from the other side of the wall broke him. Drew’s head tilted back, his eyes closing as a guttural groan tore from his throat. Heat surged through him like a wildfire, his body trembling as every muscle contracted at once. His jeans strained against his legs, his shirt pulling tight across his chest until he thought it might tear.

Drew sat there, staring at himself, his breaths steadying as a strange satisfaction settled over him. He was bigger now. His chest was broader, his arms thicker, his entire frame exuding a rugged power. The anger had melted away, leaving only the heat…and the lingering need to see Sam again.

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Drew woke slowly, the morning light slipping through the window. His body felt…heavy. Solid. Good. As he blinked into awareness, he stretched, feeling muscles strain and relax beneath his skin, muscles he hadn’t had before. He felt…right in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Drew planted his feet on the floor, and the thud of his weight against the wood was audible. He looked down at his hands… larger, rougher, thick with strength he could feel pulsing under the skin. His gaze drifted to the mirror on the wall, and he rose, his movements sure and steady. When he saw his reflection, he couldn’t hold back a slow grin.

Broad shoulders, defined muscles, a rugged face shadowed with stubble. All of it looked back at him with a natural confidence, a swagger. As he took himself in, thoughts rose, unbidden and clear of long days of work under the sun, the satisfaction of hard labor, the thrill of chasing wild times, and, just as clearly, the tantalizing image of women watching him, drawn to him. Hot women, tempting him, and pleasuring him.

His mind latched onto these ideas with satisfaction. What else mattered, anyway? And one woman in particular drifted into his mind. Sam. The way she’d changed, the way she’d looked at him last night with that teasing, sassy edge in her voice.  It made his pulse quicken just to think about it. She’s mine to handle now, he thought, the idea lighting up something deep and primal in him.

As he glanced at the clothes draped over the chair.  A pair of worn jeans, a white shirt, sturdy boots, that were not there the night before.  The clothes fit him perfectly.  Last, he picked up his hat, settling it on his head with a grin. 

His mind drifted back to Sam, her laugh, her confidence, that bold look she’d given him. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see if she’d look at him with that same fire. He wanted to see what would happen next.

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The morning sun was bright, casting a warm glow over the ranch as Drew’s gaze locked onto Sam by the fence. She stood there, her toned, tanned body framed by a tight, cropped top that barely covered her full, round breasts. Her midriff was bare, the curves of her waist and hips on full display above a pair of frayed, low-cut denim shorts that hugged her hips perfectly. A wide-brimmed cowboy hat shaded her face, though the fire in her eyes was unmistakable, and a teasing smile played on her full, glossy lips.

Sam turned, her smile widening as she saw him, her eyes traveling slowly up and down his body, openly admiring him in a way that drove him wild.

“Morning, cowboy,” she purred, her voice smooth and dripping with playful confidence. She stepped closer, her hips swaying, her hands casually resting on her thighs. “Didn’t think you’d be up this early, but I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

Drew swallowed, trying to find his voice. “Good company’s worth getting up for,” he replied, his voice rougher than usual, his pulse pounding as he closed the distance between them until they were just inches apart. He could feel her warmth, see the flush on her cheeks, and knew she was feeling the same pull he was.

“Good company, huh?” Sam raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful look. “Maybe I’m just here for the view.” She tilted her head, her eyes flicking over him in a way that made his chest tighten.

Drew didn’t waste time. He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek, his fingers tracing along her jaw. Her skin was warm and soft, her eyes widening slightly as she met his intense gaze. “I think we both know you’re here for more than that,” he murmured, his voice low and steady as he traced his thumb along her cheekbone. He could feel her lean into his touch, her breathing quickening, her lips parting just slightly.

Sam didn’t pull away. “Maybe I am,” she murmured, her gaze locked on his. She raised a hand to his chest, her fingers pressing against him, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. “So what are you going to do about it?”

Without another word, Drew leaned in, capturing her mouth in a firm, hungry kiss. She responded immediately, her hands sliding up around his neck, pulling him closer. His grip tightened on her waist, his hands exploring her curves, feeling her hips, her bare midriff, the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. Her body fit perfectly against his, their breaths mixing as the kiss deepened.

He pulled back just slightly, their faces still close, their breathing heavy. “That’s how I start a morning,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Sam looked up at him, her lips parted, her eyes dark with want. “Then don’t stop now, sugar,” she whispered back, her fingers curling around the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “I’m right here.”

Drew didn’t need another invitation. His hand gripped her waist harder, pulling her tight against him as he kissed her again, harder this time, his hands sliding down to her hips, pressing her against him. Their shared passion built, and as they moved, he slid his hands up to the hem of her cropped top, tugging it over her head and tossing it aside, exposing her fully to him. She let out a soft gasp as he lifted her, guiding her back toward the nearby hay pile.

They sank down together, both of them fumbling to discard the rest of their clothes, each piece coming off in a hurry, laughter and heated breaths filling the air. Drew’s hands roamed over her bare skin, his lips trailing down her neck as he leaned into her. When he entered her, she let out a sharp, breathless moan, her hips pressing up to meet him, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him.

As their pace increased, her soft gasps turned into cries, filling the quiet morning with her pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as she reached her peak, her body arching beneath him. She let out a final, triumphant scream, her whole body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Drew slowed, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at her, his breathing heavy. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, letting his hand linger on her cheek, savoring the closeness between them.

Sam laughed softly, her smile softening as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with warmth. “Right back at you, cowboy.”

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The sun climbed higher as Drew and Sam worked side by side, shoveling hay and clearing out the horse pen. They didn’t talk much, but every now and then they’d glance at each other, sharing a quiet smile. Sometimes their hands brushed or their shoulders bumped, and each time, they’d grin a little wider, like they were in on the same joke.

Just as they finished, Hank walked over, a smirk on his face as he looked them over. He leaned against the fence, crossing his arms. “Well, look at you two,” he said, voice full of dry humor. “Looks like you’re gettin’ a real, authentic cowboy experience around here. Hope you’re enjoying yourselves.”

Drew rested his arm on his shovel, his other hand slipping casually to Sam’s back, his thumb rubbing along the fabric of her shirt. “Wouldn’t trade it for nothin’, Hank,” he replied, giving Hank a steady look.

Sam laughed softly, tilting her hat back. “Reckon this life fits us just right, don’t it?”

Hank chuckled, tipping his hat to them both. “Well, don’t let me interrupt,” he said, the hint of a smile in his eye. “But there’s plenty more work to go ‘round, just so you know.” With that, he turned and headed back toward the barn.

As he left, Sam turned to Drew, her eyes warm as she looked up at him, still smiling. Drew slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close, his touch firm but gentle. They looked at each other for a beat, and then he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in an easy, unhurried kiss.

When they pulled back, they were both still smiling. For a moment, they just stayed there, holding onto each other before getting back to work.

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IN MY STORIES ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP CONSENTING ADULTS👈

It was spring break for university students of Paris, one of the longest anticipated events many Parisian's waited for through the winter. Including Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Adrien, that previous autumn had asked her to join him on a roadtrip to Marseille along with Nino and of course Alya, and had been tirelessly waiting all year for it.

Being a bakers daughter, she never had too many opportunities to travel, besides the occasional trip with her grandma and school events. But especially not with friends, and her boyfriend.

"Yes I promise I'll text you when we get there, mom." Marinette says happily into her phone while tossing different bathing suits into her luggage.

"Yes, yes. I know...what!? Ew mom, you don't have to teach me about that, I'm twenty!" She giggles with disgust and plops on her bed.

"Okay, tell papa I love him. See you soon." She hangs up.

She sighs and throws herself back feeling anxious. Tikki looks up at her and laughs. "Taking a break?" She asks.

"No, just trying to remember everything I thought I remembered. There's too many things!"

Tikki laughs and flies towards her crafting desk. "That's why you wrote it down last night, Marinette." She laughs and brings her the paper.

"Right! Thank you, Tikki."

Alya barges in wearing a flowy skirt and crop top. She twirls and strikes a pose. "What do you think of this one?"

Marinette smiles. "You look stunning as usual, Als."

"Thank youuuuuuu! Now what outfits did you plan, miss designer." She peeps into her suitcase.

Marinette laughs nervously and covers it with her body. "Nothing! Don't look!"

Alya rolls her eyes. "Come on! We both have to look like sexy French tourists having a romantic getaway with our boyfriends! Don't you want to run through the lavender fields with Adrien wearing that pink frilled sundress you made? I know that's why you made it."

Marinette blushes and moves away with a groan and picks through the pile of clothing. "Don't embarrass me."

Alya laughs and sits down on the other side. "You'll never be able to close it if you don't fold them, girl."

They both sit there going through the several flowery blouses. Tikki trying to make herself useful by checking things off her incredibly long list.

"I've been waiting six months, eleven days, and five hours for this trip. I shouldn't be feeling so disorganized, right?"

Alya tosses aside a few unreasonable things from the pile. "More like over prepared. We're going to have fun, girl. Don't stress. You even get a break from being a super hero!"

Marinette looks away. "Ugh! Don't remind me! That's already nerve racking to think about alone."

Alya looks down and widens her eyes. She tsk'd her tongue. Marinette feels her cheeks redden as Alya picks up a pair of lacy red panties that still had a tag. She cocks an eyebrow and smirks at Marinette.

"So you DID go back for the set we saw while shopping last weekend?"

Marinette pulls a pillow over her head. "No! I don't know how those got there!"

Alya laughs. "Calm down, girl. I actually bought similar ones last night. It's special!"

Marinette stuffs them into the luggage. "I hope Adrien likes stuff like this. What if it's too much?"

Alya closes the luggage and smiles. "Don't worry, every guy loves their girl in scant bra and panties! Especially if it's for something like a trip! He's going to love it! I even wrote a blog about types of lingerie for different occasions."

Tikki rests on her shoulder. "Adrien will think you're beautiful!" She says happily.

Marinette sighs pleasantly and stands. She throws her other totes on the bed and looks around hoping that's everything.

Alya walks towards the door. "Your turn!"

"My turn for what?" She says tying her silky scarf around her head.

"For you to help me pack!"

~

Adrien shuts the door to his red Renault Caravelle 64', after putting his suitcases in. It was the car his parents would take when they travelled to their vacation home in Marseille once a year.

It had been several years since he last stayed there, not feeling like it was right without his mother and father there. He actually had slightly forgotten about the property until coming across a photograph with the three of them in front of it, next to the car

He then decided almost automatically that taking the absolute love of his life would stoke the memories and make new, better ones. Of course bringing along their best friends, too.

He leans back against the door and checks the time on his phone. Plagg peeks out of his shirt. "Come onnn, when are we gonna get there, I wanna eat rich gooey cheese by the water."

Adrien shoves his head back in. "You do that everyday without the English Channel in your face."

Nino comes scrambling out holding way too many things, crashing them into the small trunk. Adrien shakes his head. "I thought the girls would pack too heavy, but this takes the cake."

"Nah, dude. Half of this stuff is my music set up so we can partyyyy!" He says patting the large bags.

"You'll disturb the peace of the countryside." Alya says walking up the driveway.

Nino smiles and walks up to grab her bags from her. "Oh, I have other ways to do that without the rig."

Alya laughs and smacks his shoulder. Marinette follows behind her, struggling to pull along her extremely heavy luggage.

She stumbles on a loose rock, and in Marinette fashion goes flying forward, only to be caught in the arms of her toned, blonde boyfriend.

She looks up happy to see him. She places her hands on his shoulders and pulls herself closer to him excitedly. "You know, I was hoping I'd catch you sometime today, bugaboo." He joked.

They met their faces in the middle for a soft, passionate kiss. She pulled away and brushed her nose against his. "Very funny, kitty. And also we have to be careful about the nicknames around them."

He pecks her mouth again. "Can't make any promises."

Marinette stood on her tip toes to steal another smooch from him. He happily leaned down just enough to allow it, holding her hips tightly.

"Save it for tonight, lovebirds." Nino jokes from the door.

In no less than an hour they were flying down the curvy country road, trailing through the yellow green hills of France. Adrien flooring it, Nino DJing, and the girls sitting on the head rests letting the wind toss their hair, arms flailing. Tikki and Plagg were of course enjoying the scenery from the back.

They finally approach a small populated area where hillside mansions rested. They all looked around in amazement, feeling lucky they had a wealthy friend.

"Town is just fifteen minutes down the road. The only people we'll see out here are lavender harvesters."

"And mysterious rich people." Alya said pulling out her phone to record.

Marinette looked out feeling her stomach fill with butterflies. All the months and days and hours she spent waiting for the most peaceful vacation with her lover had finally arrived.

They eventually pulled up to a ridiculously large house. Nino and Alya got out and immediately ran inside to check it out. Marinette laughed and grabbed Adrien's arm.

"Thank you." She said happily.

"You're welcome, but for what?"

She hugged his arm tightly. "For taking us here. I'm glad I get to be here with you."

Adrien blushed, loving how she always knew what to say. He grabbed her hand and led her inside. "There's no one else I'd rather be here with. Or anywhere actually."

As they stepped in, they could hear the excited shouts of Nino and Alya looking around the place. Tikki and Plagg poked out from behind Marinette's shoulder and looked around hesitantly.

"It's okay, you two. Keep a low profile and don't get into trouble. Mainly talking to you, Plagg." She said quietly.

Tikki let out a giggle as Plagg scoffed. "Trouble? You know me, calm and collected. Sugar cube here is the one you should watch out for."

Tikki huffed and flew away hastily, leaving Plagg to chase after her. Adrien and Marinette laughed and continued into the mansion.

"I'm surprised you don't come here more often." She said running her hands along the arm of the very expensive couch.

"Maybe. I don't think I'd enjoy coming here without you guys. I actually haven't been here since..."

Marinette turned around noticing his change of tone mid-sentence. She stepped back over and grabbed his hand. "Don't dwell on that too much. We're going to have fun, Kitty Cat."

Adrien continues guiding them through the house, showing them around. Occasionally stopping to share a memory or two.

The sun was starting to set over the colorful horizon, reminding the ever forgetful Marinette she forgot to call her mom.

She gasped in remembrance and ran towards the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. "Be right back, I need to make a call."

"Same here. Big sis will freak if I don't let her know I'm safe."

The room stayed silent for only a second before Nino looked at Adrien with mischief in his eyes. "So, dude. What tantalizing activities you got planned for your girl?"

Adrien scratched his neck nervously. "Uh, I didn't really think of anything like that."

Nino looked at him with amazement. "No way! You can't tell me you drove your gal all this way to a countryside mansion for spring break and didn't even think about nighttime recreational activities?"

Adrien laughed. "Of course I think about stuff like that, I just didn't necessarily plan anything extravagant."

"Well, you're a lucky guy to have brought a guy like me. Which is me. Your guy." He whips around a bag from his back and dumps it onto the counter.

Adrien looked down in slight horror and gasped. Before him was a mountain of condoms, a few bottles of lube, and a couple other things he wished he didn't see.

"N-Nino!?"

"You gotta be prepared, bro. I'm lucky if this will last us even a week."

Adrien quickly shoved them all back into the bag. "You're insane, besides I already have this stuff, just in a much smaller quantity."

Marinette and Alya walked into one of the bedrooms, admiring the decor. Marinette quickly opened her suitcase and pulled out the lingerie set.

"What are you doing?" Alya said with a smile.

"Hiding them! You know how embarrassing it'd be if he found them!" She crammed them in a random drawer.

"He's your boyfriend! Not your dad!"

"Still! He can't even know I have them!"

Alya grabbed her hand to stop her. "Of course he's going to know you have them, you're going to be wearing them!"

Marinette's face turned red. She knew he would like them, and she was also excited to wear something so flattering for him. The anxiousness was more anticipatory than scared.

Alya pulled the tags off and stuffed them behind a pillow on the bench in front of the bed. "Wear them tomorrow."

Marinette fiddled her fingers. "What about tonight? Should I have bought a pair for every night we're here? Oh gosh, I messed this up!"

"No, girl. If you don't have anything for tonight, then that's that. Wear nothing."

Marinette looked in the mirror and observed her outfit. Alya was onto something, it would be a fun flirty surprise for Adrien to discover her wearing such a short dress with nothing underneath.

She looked back at Alya with a smile. "This is why you're my best friend."

~

The sky was fully black. 4 young adults lounged around the outdoor patio, listening to crickets chirp in the feild.

Marinette let out her 10th fake yawn before they decided it was time to head to bed. Her stomach churned as she walked up the steps hand in hand with Adrien.

"Goodnight, you two." Alya said.

"Don't stay up too late." Nino joked.

"You should take your own advice." Adrien retorted before closing his door.

Marinette giggled and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the butterflies in her stomach turn into arousal. Adrien locked the doors and turned around to see his lover with the reddest cheeks, and the cute face she made when she wanted it.

He stepped towards her, loving the way she looked. So lustful yet so innocent. His heart melted as she bit her lip.

"I don't think I want to go to sleep yet, Adrien." She said quietly.

He continued walking forward and pulled his shirt off. Marinette blushed harder and leaned herself back on her elbows. Adrien climbed on top, knees on either side of her.

"What do you wanna do then, M'Lady?" He spoke softly.

Despite being extremely tired from driving, he had been waiting most of the day to spend intimate time with her, finally being able to have sex outside of a dorm or their houses.

He curled his index finger under her chin and brushed his nose against hers. She laid fully back, snaking her hands up his firm arms to his neck.

"I want you to ravish me, Kitty."

He leaned down immediately and began planting soft slow kisses along her neck and chest. He made his way up to her jaw and sucked at the skin. She let out a soft gasp and squeezed his shoulders.

That sound alone triggered his hormones to go off, sending all the blood in his body to his dick. She moaned softly, curling her fingers in the hairs that swooped down his nape.

He smiled against her skin and finally attached his lips to hers. His hands began roaming over her hips, down to her thighs. The kiss was slow, and hot. He loved how moist and plump her dark pink lips were, and how they kissed his back eagerly.

He pulled away slightly with a smack to bite down gently on her swollen bottom lip. He nibbled for a moment then released it, then placed his lips on the bitten skin to suck it.

She felt like her body was turning to jelly. He pulled her lip with his mouth then released it once again. He stuck his tongue out slightly and gave it a lick, asking for an invite inside her mouth.

She of course obliged and parted her lips farther. The sounds were wet and incredibly dirty, sending shivers up her spine. Adrien hummed in delight at how easily it was to unravel Marinette.

She pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist. He happily welcomed the action, securing his grip on the backs of her lower thighs right below her ass.

Her heartbeat quickened, knowing in the next few minutes he would discover bare skin where he usually found fabric. The thought made her hornier.

She rocked her hips against his, getting impatient. He giggled into her lips, loving when she got antsy. As the heated kiss continued, and his wondering hands wondered, he realized he hadn't felt the elastic of her panties.

A few seconds went by of feeling for them before he pulled away from her lips with a smack. "Are you not wearing underwear?" He said in a cute, confused tone.

Marinette's face went crimson. She nodded and slid her hands gently down his chest, knowing how much he loved it when she touched him there. He felt weak at her touch, skin scorching hot.

Adrien admired her boldness, grabbing her hand in his and kissing it tenderly. "You're the cat's meow, you know."

She laughed as he inched his way south, kissing a trail down her chest. He lowered his knees to the floor and held her thighs around his neck.

She looked down at him with raised brows and parted lips. He buried his head under the dress and began teasing her with soft thigh kisses. His hands traveled up and down her thighs, and towards her abdomen.

She hummed in pleasure and lowered her hands to his hair, almost pulling him into herself. He took his damn sweet time marking up her inner thighs, driving his girlfriend crazy while doing so.

"Come on, A-Adrien stop teasing." She said sounding out of breath.

She squeaked at the sudden kiss at her vulva. Adrien nuzzled his nose against her clit teasingly. She tightened her thighs around his head, feeling anxious.

"So impatient, M'Lady. I'm trying to savor my desert."

He finally delved into her, groaning as he worked his tongue and lips around her pussy. Marinette threw her head back, covering her mouth with one hand to try and stifle her moans.

The sounds she made spurred him on, his shorts becoming tighter. Marinette's hips moved on their own, grinding with the rhythm of his tongue movements.

Her body felt hot and soft in his hands. And she smelled amazing. Tasted amazing. Like always. His head started to become fuzzy with thoughts about his lover girl.

At this point he was engorging himself. Possibly receiving more pleasure from eating her out than she was taking it. Her sounds were like a reward for his work.

Marinette herself was fighting for her life to keep it quiet, knowing Alya and Nino would be sure to tease them the next morning if they heard a single peep.

"F-fuck...yes, Adrien..." she said feeling the pleasure build.

He shoved his face further into her, doing everything he could to make her sing. He felt her legs start to tremble slightly.

She removed her other hand from his hair to grab his own. Squeezing it tightly, she arched her back letting her Chaton know she was getting close.

Adrien was feeding off of her pleasure, groaning into her hungrily. Practically begging for her to suffocate him with her thighs.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking softly knowing how sensitive the little bud of nerves were. She let out a breathy moan in the shape of his name. He opened his eyes to look at her face, which immediately caused a painful twitch in his tight shorts.

She felt like she was going to burst. She twitched at every tongue flick, at every vibration his groaning sent into her core. It was overwhelming, how incredible he was at tongue fucking her senseless.

She continued moaning out uncontrollably. Gasping out her lovers name over and over trying to cope with the insane sensation. She looked down for only a moment to see two green, half lidded eyes watching her take the pleasure they were giving her.

In that moment she felt her stomach twist with ecstasy. At this point she didn't care about the noise, moaning loudly. Adrien scrunched his eyes closed, focusing on his lady's orgasm.

"Adrien...Kitty I-I'm gonna cum." She whimpered out.

She curled her toes and tightened her legs around his face. Her mind was turning to mush. She continued pulling at his hand, legs shaking harshly.

"Fuuuck, ahhhhhh!" She sang out.

She pulled his face away abruptly, then clenched her legs together. He watched her lustfully as she convulsed and gripped at the sheets, riding out her orgasm.

Her face was blushed, eyes blurry and wet, pieces of hair falling around her face. She looked lewd, and absolutely stunning in Adrien's eyes.

He smirked and pulled her legs apart gently to see the mess he made of her. The sight nearly made him pass out. "You're so hot." He said under his breath.

He leaned back in and closed his mouth around her clit, giving it one last hard suck and pulling off with a smooching sound. She gasped and clenched her legs together again.

He laughed, kissing at her legs. "I could eat you out all day if you'd let me."

She let out a soft moan at the remark, looking away slightly embarrassed.

He stood up quickly and pulled her up to a sitting position, he pulled her dress off over her head and picked her up, moving them further back on the bed.

As they kissed each other intensely she slid down his shorts, he kicked them off quickly. He looked down at her body, feeling the same feeling he always felt when he saw her like this. He had seen her naked, in the sheets with him hundreds of times now, but the feeling of utter desire hadn't changed.

"I love your body. Actually, I love everything about you." He said bringing a few fingers down to rub at her wetness.

She twitched at the sensation. "You say that everytime, Kitty."

Marinette softly pushed him to the side, rolling them over to where she was on top of him. He gripped her hips tightly, guiding them as she ground down on him. She took the liberty of peppering his face and neck with kisses as he had for her.

He began to understand the impatience she had felt and closed his eyes with a groan. Marinette laughed and sat up, running her hands down his chest.

"You can dish it but you can't take it?" She teased.

She reached down and grabbed his dick giving it a few pumps before lining it up to herself, rubbing it against her wet folds. His grip tightened, gritting his teeth.

She bit her lip and moaned. She sat down slowly, readjusting to his size. She gasped at the familiar stretch of her vagina, whole heartedly loving how it felt each time he entered her. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back with a moan once her ass was to his hips.

She instantly began curving her hips front to back, knowing this maneuver felt amazing for him. He moved his hands to cup her ass, kneading at the soft skin. Adrien moved his hands with her hips, grinding up into her.

"Holy shit, Marinette." He groaned out.

She stuck a finger in her mouth, slicking it with her saliva. She kept the intense eye contact as she lowered her finger to her nipple, playing with it.

Adrien watched with a blown out look on his face, utterly enamored by her actions tonight. He took initiative in moving his large hands up her stomach to her tits, replacing her hand.

She picked up the pace, bouncing on him, the sounds of their skin meeting became louder. His thumbs rubbed softly over her nipples, holding them in place as she moved faster.

Her moans were louder, more desperate as she rode him. She wanted more from him. She wanted him to feel as brain numbingly good as he made her feel.

She rested her hands on his knees, wriggling her hips at a new angle. She ground down her hips faster, curving ever so slightly with each thrust. "You're gonna kill me, Marinette." He groaned out.

She was eating up his reaction. She loved when she was able to make him merciless at her touch. His hands made their way back down to her hips, squeezing tightly.

He lifted his feet to sit flat on the mattress, knees bent, allowing himself a better position to fuck up into her. He bit down on his lower lip and watched his lover with hungry eyes. She placed her hands on his wrists, curling her stomach at the incredibly feeling of being fucked in this position.

"Feeling good, Princess?" He grunted out lowly.

She couldn't even form a sentence, the only thing able to pour from her mouth were cries of pleasure. Her eyes were blown with lust, fingernails digging into his skin, hair flying messily around her shoulders.

Marinette couldn't contain herself, rocking back on him with each thrust upward, loving the way his dick was pounding up into her. She put her hands back on his chest, squeezing his pecks. She arched her back giving him direct access to her favorite spot deep inside her.

He giggled through a grunt at how needy she was, moving his hands to her ass, holding her in place so he could fuck her in that spot she loved so much.

"I love riding you, Chat. Fuck me h-harder!" She managed to moan out.

He breathed through his teeth, feeling the burn in his thighs. He growled through the pain and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her chest to chest with him. She relaxed her hands on his shoulders, keeping her head thrown back.

He breathed hard, holding her down to him tightly, hips bucking up harshly. He even went as far as to bury his face in her chest, sneaking a nipple into his mouth to suck and bite as he exhausted himself pounding her.

He moaned lowly at the sensation of her squeezing around his dick. He twitched in delight, thrusts becoming sloppier. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, bug." He groaned into her ear.

"I'm so c-close, Kitty! Don't s-stop...please!" She hollered, eyes starring into his.

He looked back into hers, eyebrows screwed up. The look she gave him was wanton, glassy, like he could see her soul behind her eyes. He grumbled and bit down on her shoulder, feeling himself reach orgasm.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, M'Lady!" The words poured out of his mouth.

Her legs shook violently, reaching her second orgasm. His thrusts slowed, still feeling her hips twitch forward, riding the wave of pleasure. He watched her while catching his breath, as she squirmed and moaned at a high pitch.

He ran his hands up her feverish body, loving how she molded into his touch. He was already laying back, but still felt as if he was going to fall and crash.

She pulled herself off of him, a squelch erupted as his softening cock sprang out of her. She looked down with a blush and sat on his stomach trying to hide the sight of her cum splattered lips.

He grinned tiredly and pulled her to the bed. He sat back up and rubbed a hand over her forehead, smoothing out the damp hairs stuck to her head. "I'll take care of you." He said softly.

She grabbed his hand in both of hers and smiled with lidded eyes. "I love you." She said quietly. He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly before standing up to grab towels.

"I love you." He said back.

After cleaning them up, he finally laid down in the bed trying to sort through the now scrambled up sheets. She pulled herself into him and nuzzled her face into his neck.

He ran his fingers through her hair, lulling them both to sleep at last. Only minutes later it felt like, the sun was rising again.

Marinette squinted her eyes at the light pouring through the window, groaning and rolling over. Adrien was still sound asleep next to her, arm resting loosely under her head.

She smiled and blushed tiredly at his peaceful expression, leaning in to peck his lips. Alya and Nino stood on the other side of the door grinning. Marinette opened the door and nearly jumped a mile in the air.

"How'd you two sleep?" She teased.

She groaned, knowing this was going to happen. "Not any better than you." She said back with false confidence.

"You guys were up later than we expected, at least I can hold back my-"

"Don't finish that sentence." She said playfully smacking her arm.

~

Adrien rubbed his hand up and down Marinette's leg as she combed her dainty fingers through his hair. His head was laid comfortably on her chest, arms wrapped around her waist.

The tall grass of the field was soft and warm against their skin. The breeze smelled like flowers and pollen.

Marinette would occasionally lean down and plant a kiss on his forehead or nose as she traced his ear. His eyes were closed, but a slight smile was painted across his face.

These were his favorite moments, surrounded by love from his lady. Nothing was more comforting to him than her delicate touch.

"Are you going to be lazy all day, my Chaton?" She joked.

"Why, am I not allowed?"

"Mmm, I guess you are." She paused, blushing at her own thoughts. "You...probably wore yourself out last night."

He laughed. "That was nothing, Bug."

He sat up a bit to look at her and moved his face close to hers, touching noses. "I'll show you more tonight if you'll let me." He said quietly.

Marinette felt her insides fizz up like a shaken soda, thinking about the underwear set she was sporting underneath her homemade dress. And even more about how he would react that following evening.

"Can't wait." She spoke with giddiness in her voice.

Adrien kissed her cheek and sat up completely, leaning forward on his hands. He plucked up a shoot of lavender and placed it behind her hair on her ear.

"All the flowers in the world couldn't compare to your beauty, Marinette."

She blushed and curled a finger behind his ear. "You're not too bad yourself, Agreste."

He planted a soft kiss to her lips before standing and pulling her up with him. Alya and Nino waved from the distance, also having spent a breezy morning frolicking in the field of indigo.

"Sorry blondie, but I'm stealing your girl for the afternoon." Alya said wrapping an arm around Marinette's neck.

Adrien laughed and stood next to Nino. "Then I hope you don't mind if I take your boyfriend out for a date."

Nino made overdramatic love eyes at him. "A date with a millionaire! I must be the luckiest dude in France."

"Second to me." Marinette joked.

By date, Adrien meant jumping off cliffs into the ocean and sailing on an old luxury boat. And Alya meant going shopping in town and getting a sweet treat.

"So I thought that of course the pink cashmere would clash with the silver fishnet." Marinette rambled on.

"For sure, girl." Alya said pretending she understood a single thing Marinette was talking about.

Marinette picked at her nail as they strolled the shore side shopping strip. Alya glanced at her and looked down to her legs then back to her chest.

"You're wearing it, right?" She said looking at Marinette with a grin.

Marinette blushed and looked at Alya shyly. "Yes, Als. I can feel the lace burning my inner thighs."

Alya rolled her eyes and pushed her glasses up on her nose. "You're too much. I almost thought you had slipped it on last night after hearing your scream fest."

Tikki popped her head out. "Ive had hundreds of holders, and none have been as loud during...human interactions as this one."

Alya laughed, loving how easy it was to tease her. Marinette couldn't even feel embarrassed at this point, admitting to herself that she was incredibly vocal.

"Very funny, guys. You'll be hearing that same symphony the rest of the trip since you two like it that much."

Alya placed a hand on her shoulder. "I never thought sweet, twinky Adrien could do so much damage. Guess I was wrong."

Marinette gave her a smug glance. "Puh-lease! He may act like the charming, adorable, dreamy, sweetheart he is in front of you guys, but when it's just us, let's just say his feline comes out."

Alya snickered. "I should've known."

Marinette bit the side of her lip thinking about her boyfriend. "Yeah, he's pretty amazing." She giggled to herself.

"But what's with the nicknames?" She said looking around at the shop windows.

Marinette stared down confused. "Nicknames?"

"Yeah, you call him Kitty? I've heard you say it before, but I didn't really think about it then."

Marinette felt her heart drop. Oh shit. She had managed to get out of her figuring him out in the past, but it got harder each time she brought up something.

"Uh, that's just a silly name I call him! It doesn't mean anything!"

Alya looked at her, knowing that classic tone of voice she did when she was trying to be sneaky. "Don't tell me..."

Marinette was about to explode. This is not how she expected her best friend to find out her Adrien and her Chat Noir were one and the same.

"You guys like to roleplay as Ladybug and Chat Noir during sex! That's too good, girl! I wonder what Chat Noir would think!"

Marinette grumbled, wishing she had actually used her brain cells rather than giving her more reason to tease her.

Adrien and Nino pulled harshly at the rope that hoisted the sail to the old boat. The boat his dad used to take him sailing on. The same luxury boat Gabriel bought with the first load of money his clothing line brought in.

Nino looked down into the water and gulped, having a slight fear of the deep, dark ocean that was lapping rapidly against the rocks in the distance.

"Don't tell me you're scared?" Adrien joked, pulling off his loose white shirt.

Nino wracked his brain trying to think of something else to talk about besides his slight fear of the deep. "I'm surprised you're spry enough to go swimming after last nights events."

Adrien jumped in the water, trying to avoid the jest. Nino pressed further. "Did you decide to plan extravagant activities like I suggested after all?"

Adrien whipped his now soaked hair back, splashing Nino in the face. "Wouldn't you like to know. Jealous I can make my girl scream without having to 'plan' anything?"

Nino mimed a knife stabbing through his heart. "Damn, Agreste. Didn't realize I was talking to mister big dick."

Adrien laughed and pulled himself back up onto the boat. Nino took a moment to study Adrien's appearance and general nature in a platonic way, realizing the ex model was effortlessly attractive.

Nino looked away with pursed lips, feeling half jealous that his buddy was actual eye candy. It was no wonder Marinette couldn't keep it down.

"Something bothering you?" Adrien finally pried.

"We're all good, dude. Just thinking."

Adrien leaned back on his elbows and looked at the horizon. Nino tried to mimic the pose, hoping he looked as sexy and brazen.

"Maybe we should have a little competition. Between us guys." He said smugly.

Adrien looked over blankly. "And what's that?"

"We're gonna be here another week and a half, that's ten days, at least ten rounds to pound."

Adrien lowered his sunglasses. "I'm listening."

"I say we keep a score of who can make their girl finish first, seeing as we'll be able to have verbal confirmation of who wins each night."

Adrien scoffed. "I don't know if that's a good idea, man."

"Why not, scared you'll lose?"

"Nah, scared I'll have no real competition." Adrien said pulling his sunglasses back up.

Nino laughed. "Mister big dick strikes again!"

"You're on."

~

The boys walked into the small shoreside restaurant where Alya and Marinette were already chatting at a table. Alya shoving her phone in Marinette's face making her look at every picture she captured that day.

Adrien slid in next to her, earning a quick embrace and a peck on the cheek. She made a weird face and smacked her lips. "You taste like salt water."

"Missed you too." He said bringing her hand to his lips.

Nino leaned in for one as well, but Alya refused after putting together that he'd also taste of ocean. "I prefer kisses that don't taste like the English Channel, thanks."

"Fine, but you owe me double later." He winked.

Adrien snuck a sip of Marinette's fruity drink before looking at her happily. "So what'd you two do today?"

Marinette pulled out a small shopping bag from her purse and slid it toward him. "We missed you guys so much we couldn't help but buy you gifts."

Adrien couldn't even look at the bag, too enamored by Marinette's shiny lips and sun kissed cheeks. "You're the only gift I want."

There was an audible groan from across the table as the two smooched. "Sorry Adrien, it's actually a keychain that says 'World's Corniest Boyfriend'." Alya joked.

"Then I hope you got one for Nino that says 'World's Quickest Nut'." He chided.

Marinette smacked his arm with a stifled laugh. Alya herself couldn't help but chuckle and look at her boyfriend with a smile.

"Goddamn, is it just me or is Adrien incredibly savage today." Nino said laughing along.

Dinner went by quickly, the four cracking jokes and picking on Nino. The first full day in Marseille had ended. It was time for the evening ritual of walking up stairs to head to separate rooms.

Adrien elbowed Nino and leaned toward him. "Don't forget to take your viagra, gramps." He whispered.

"Sorry I forgot mine, could I borrow your extra strength?"

Alya poked Marinette in the arm giving her some confidence. "Sweet creams." She joked.

Marinette turned to the door laughing at the phrase. "All of you guys are insane."

Adrien closed the door behind them and walked toward the en-suite. "Care to join me, Bugaboo?" He said opening the double doors.

Marinette blushed and stepped forward playing with the bottom of her dress. "Of course, Kitty."

He stepped behind the giant glass panel, flipping the hot water on. Marinette stared at herself in the mirror, working up her confidence.

He's seen every inch of you already without scant underwear. You are a sexy seductress! You save Paris from evil every day, you can pull off a lingerie set.

She turned around and whimpered at the sight of her freshly tanned boyfriend shaking his damp salty hair out of the loose ponytail it was in.

He glanced at her with a smirk and wagged his finger for her to come closer. She obliged, reaching behind herself to lower the zipper of her dress.

He turned her around by the shoulders, never allowing her to take off her own clothes. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled it down. She blushed hard, wishing she could see his reaction. She looked into the mirror and stared at his face as he peeled the dress off of her shoulders.

At first, he just registered the red straps as of course, a bra. Then realized he hadn't seen this one before. Then his attention was turned to the matching, intricate yet sexy design of her panties.

She turned around slowly and looked up at him bashfully. His face said it all. He looked her up and down, mesmerized by how perfectly the fabric sat at the curves of her hips, making her pale skin glow next to the vibrant red.

"Meeeow." He joked.

Adrien's eyes widened as he studied the details, dick instantly begging to jump out of his boxers. He chuckled and gave her cheek a rub with his finger. "I'm definitely gonna win tonight." He muttered.

"What?" Marinette laughed.

"Nothing, you just know how to knock me off my paws fifty times over."

She gained a stroke of confidence, noticing how flustered her partner looked as he glanced her up and down, hands caressing her hips tenderly.

She reached down unbuckling his shorts and shoved them down his legs, then pushed him backwards by her fingertip into the shower.

He backed into the wall, looking down at her like he was hypnotized. His eyebrows were pointing up in arousal, lips parted to breathe heavily. She leaned up and kissed his mouth softly.

"Do you like it, big boy?"

She snaked her tongue down his chest to his stomach, sneaking in smooches. His skin was hot from the sun and salty from the sea. Her mouth watered at the taste.

"I love it." He groaned out.

She made it to her knees and looked up at him with beady eyes as she ghosted her mouth over his clothed erection. He cursed his underwear, thinking about how it always made great use for unbearable teasing.

She nuzzled her face against it and smiled up, humming in delight. He winced in pain, begging with his eyes for her to take it out. She dipped her fingers into the elastic and pulled them down slowly.

Adrien grunted deeply, as his dick sprang free, causing Marinette to squeal in excitement. She immediately wrapped a hand around the shaft and gave the tip a kiss. He twitched, watching her closely as she sucked the swollen head into her mouth giving him a hard suck.

She stuck her tongue out and rubbed the smooth skin of his tip against it, then slapped it a few times on the muscle before taking him halfway in her mouth. His dick, like the rest of his body wreaked of ocean water. She tried not to let it bother her, and continued to slurp slowly.

Her hand twisted up and down the rest of his length, matching the rhythm of her head movements. She moaned into him, giving her eyelashes a flutter as she found herself enjoying his dick in her mouth.

Adrien couldn't help but stare at her moist puckered lips and crystalline eyes. She looked like a doll, reddened cheeks full of his cock. For a moment, Adrien thought she would be the one to beat Nino.

His moans were guttural, echoing lowly through the bathroom. The slurping sounds becoming even more incredibly lewd as she added length to her bobs, and more saliva collected in her mouth.

She felt his pink tip hit the back of her throat and scrunched her eyes shut, trying not to gag. She held her breath as she began to deep throat her lover, moaning into the slightly uncomfortable sensation of being choked by it.

His legs wobbled slightly, stomach fluttering as he watched Marinette savor him. She was thoroughly indulging herself, becoming love drunk off of him.

She pulled off with a pop to take a breath, pumping him fast to keep the pace. "I love your cock." She moaned out.

"F-fuck, Bug." He smirked.

She almost immediately went back down with a moan, eyes tearing up slightly. Adrien's groaning became slightly higher, muttering praises under his breath.

The feel of her velvety soft tongue mixed with the warmth of her mouth was like heaven on earth in Adrien's mind. No outside thoughts dared enter his brain when such a euphoric feeling filled his body.

"Getting close." He coaxed.

His hips began moving forward with her pumps, craving his release. He ran a hand through her hair, giving her loving strokes as she fucked her own throat with his dick.

Marinette pulled off again, a string of her saliva connecting her swollen lips to him. She stuck her tongue out, pressing it into his slit then flicked it softly.

The sight of it made lightning shoot up his spine, the feel of it tipped the scale causing his orgasm to rush out of him. He grabbed Marinette by her hair and gently pulled her off of him as he came hot, white strings of pleasure onto her tongue.

She gasped in surprise, gripping his thighs tightly with each hand. His face was twisted up in pleasure, sending a zap to Marinette's heat. She kitten licked at his twitching tip as it softened, slicking it up with his own cum for what she wanted to happen next.

He grabbed her hands and helped to pull her to a stand, instantly flipping them around pressing her into the wall. He stared down at her smirking face, and leaned forward to kiss her hungrily.

"I'm utterly enamored by you." He groaned below his breath into her neck.

She moaned in response, loving the way his fingers were playing with the straps of her panties, dipping in ever so often to rub her skin.

He sucked hard at the moist flesh of her neck, lips begging to paint her skin purple. He knew Marinette wasn't a huge fan of visible hickeys, but he wanted to visually see later what a mess they made of each other.

He pulled away to reach back up to her lips, feeling her mouth melt into his. The smooches were wet and sounded more 'smoochy' than usual. He ran his hands up the small of her back, causing her to arch it and gasp.

He smiled, knowing how sensitive that spot was. He took advantage of her agape mouth, sucking tenderly at her bottom lip. He slowly worked one of his hands around her hip to her abdomen, sliding his middle finger below the elastic leading to the lips of her heat.

He pulled his face away from hers to watch her reaction as he rubbed the pad of his middle finger in a slow, pressed circle around her clit.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes humming in pleasure. She rocked her hips forward to gain more friction, but he kept his teasing pace.

His heart throbbed at the way she looked in this moment. Her hair was wet, slicked up against her cleavage and shoulders. Every inch of her skin percolated with drops of water. The red of her lingerie was darkened from the water it soaked up.

She looked like a goddamn playboy model, and he was her Hefner.

He continued rubbing her wetness, dick springing back to life at how warm she felt. He lowered his head back to hers, resuming the wet, heated kiss. It was sloppy, quiet moans escaping her mouth with each hand movement.

He pressed his two fingers together, rubbing further down her vulva. She squeezed his shoulders as he teasingly dipped them into her entrance.

He snickered, breaking away from her mouth and continued kissing wetly around her jaw and neck. He finally pushed his fingers inside her, the pads rubbing up her walls slowly.

Marinette placed the back of her hand over her mouth and bit her lip. Adrien quickly grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her, leaning down to her ear.

"Don't you dare try to hide that beautiful voice of yours, Marinette. Let them know how good of a job your kitty does at pleasing his lady."

She was a goner. Her skin lit up with goosebumps, legs turning to jelly. Adrien quickly picked her up by the thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She loosely held her arms around his neck, scratching at his skin in anticipation as he ran his fingers along her folds.

"You're driving me crazy, kitty cat. I want it." She whined.

"You know I always ask for my lady's permission."

"Please-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, he was sliding her panties to the side, replacing his fingers with his girth. The sudden intrusion caused an airy scream from Marinette.

He wasted no time in pounding her relentlessly against the shower wall. Her toes curled, thighs clenching tightly around his muscly waist.

The air was steamy, lights dim, and the ambience was erotic. His thrusts and her moans were exaggerated by the echo of the bathroom.

His fingers dug harshly into her thighs, the slick of her skin and his fingers making it slightly difficult for him to hold her up.

"Scream for me." He growled, pressing his forehead to hers.

She didn't have to be told twice, moans becoming uncontrollable at the angle his dick was thrusting into her. He loved every second of it, his ego being fed graciously.

He pulled her up higher, moving his arms under her legs resting the backs of her knees on his inner elbows. His hands pulling her waist down on him harshly, fingers tangling in the elastic straps of her panties.

She reached a hand back to push on the wall, the other holding his neck. She arched her back and tried her best to bounce back down on him to meet his hips.

"Ah- you like that, Marinette?" He smirked with a groan.

"F-fuuuuck, I love it! Fuck me, Adrien!"

It was music to his ears when she begged him to fuck her, the comment making his heart race faster. He felt the all too familiar pressure in his groin build.

The determination to beat Nino, no- the determination to give Marinette a brain numbing orgasm pushed him to keep up a steady, hasty pace despite his senses being overwhelmed.

He stepped closer to the wall, bending her almost in half with her legs pressed flat between them, back completely against the tile. Her flexibility as Ladybug always came in handy when trying different positions.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and stared into his eyes, vision getting blurry. His grunts became higher, teeth gritted together.

She watched his face as it screwed up in pleasure. She cupped his face with her hands and stifled a moan.

"You're doing so good, my kitty." She praised, knowing he was soft for her kind words.

"Ahhh, shit." He moaned out, hips sputtering upwards as he came.

The feeling of him filling her was enough for her to reach her own orgasm. Her body shook violently as she screamed, announcing to the countryside she was cumming.

He continued holding her incredibly close to him as they both panted, their noses pressed together. She thumbed over his cheeks, his hands gripping his waist tightly.

He finally allowed her to slide down, her legs shaking as they reached the tile. He kept his arms around her as she got used to standing again. She leaned her head on his chest and trailed her fingers along his pecks.

Her ran his hands around her skin softly, plucking the latch of her bra apart and sliding it down her arms.

"You should wear stuff like this more often." He whispered as he planted a kiss to her head.

"You should pound me in the shower more often."

He took the liberty of pumping shampoo into his hands and frothing it into her hair as she calmed down. She hummed happily as he did so. The peaceful moment being interrupted by the sounds of Alya in the next room catching up to them.

~

"One point for me." Adrien joked as Nino tiredly sat at the bar stool in the kitchen.

Nino yawned. "Don't get too smug."

Alya looked at the two suspiciously. "What was that 'point' comment for?"

Nino put his arm around her neck. "Just guy stuff, don't worry, babe."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure."

Marinette set a plate of croissants on the counter. "Courtesy of Tom Dupain." She said happily.

Adrien looked at the plate like it was the last in the world and immediately grabbed a few. As marinette reached, Alya nudged her side with her elbow and wiggled her eyebrows.

Marinette looked at her confused. "What?" She whispered.

"How'd you sleep? If you know what I mean." She said back quietly.

Marinette blushed. "So good my body is kinda sore from my sleeping positions." She joked back.

"Nino slept crazily last night, crazier than normal, at least." She winked.

The boys looked at the two with confused expressions, not quite understanding what was being conversed.

The next 10 days went by incredibly fast, the four getting sunburns and swim suits full of salt. Sadly Adrien and Nino tied. As marinette shoved her pink suitcase back into the car, Adrien placed a hand on the small of her back.

She looked up at him with a smile. He scanned his eyes over her tanned shoulders and grunted. "I don't want to go home." He said grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips.

She made an awe sound and turned towards him to hug him. "We just need to go on vacation more, Kitty Cat."

Alya jumped into the back of the car and put her shades over her eyes. "Alright people, let's get a move on, I have blog content to edit."

Marinette stood on her tiptoes to kiss his nose before getting in the car. Adrien looked back at the house and smiled thinking about his mom and dad.

He felt a small tug on his shirt and he looked down. "Come on, Paris needs Chat Noir and Ladybug." Plagg whispered.

Fin

[pixxyofice]

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak 🔁 😈 demongirl-cock

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak ohhh my god how do people deal with having brothers. oh look im gonna tease you and jump behind you when you're studying. please do your job

😈 demongirl-cock Follow ... wasn't your brother the one that blew up?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak not what im talking about.

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🎸 hibiki-rock I think @re8elli0n8reak needs to take a break! Go cuddle with that girlfriend she just got. Could say she needs to regain some minty chill, lmaooo

#get it? pelase say someone got it

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🦅 horizon-sunsky Every time I look at the sky, I am amazed all over again. Being able to touch them with my hands has given me a whole new point of view, and I'm so thankful that I was able to get these new prosthetics. I love having wings. Next photoshoot should be out soon.

#life with wings #prosthetic wings #not photoshoot #birdkin

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🪡 thighroidwrap 🔁 😈 demongirl-cock

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what the fuck happened when i was asleep

🪡 thighroidwrap Don't worry about it.

#tldr a lot of stuff about vandelay got dumped on us at once #including... peppermint vandelay being among us

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🪡 thighroidwrap 🔁 🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak

👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow Imagine being a company apologist 🙄 like helloooo they had ai code literally in their implants, who knows what bad things could've happened, but they expect us to praise them for... having someone else come and deal with it?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak Alright, that's it.

👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow Oh nooo, the company apologist is going to pull out something that totally isn't more bullshit. cry more

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak

photo from the article liongirlmane shared

selfie i just took

was literally on the rebel team that took the previous head (you know, kale vandelay, my brother) out of commission because of things mentioned in plenty of articles.

🦁 liongirlmane Follow THAT EXPLAINS WAY TOO MUCH?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak i know i have many issues that i've made clear on this blog but. that hurts

#that obvious huh #anyway identity reveal! yayyy

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🎧 sweet-osts-4-tater-tots Follow Endless Possibility - Sonic Unleashed [OST] ▶️

🌪 infernochaser97 @sole-emeralds I saw this and was reminded of you.

💎 sole-emeralds Thank you for the ping! Favorite.

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Anonymous Asked: 😎

I think I'm a little lost, what was bad about the tech??? horizon doesn't seem to be suffering from their new robot parts???

Well, there was something built into their robot prosthetics that was actively meant to manipulate those who had them. Typical company bullshit. Read this article.

horizon can be glad about their prosthetics all they want but how much of it is from this?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak next article is about how the current heads have been working to get everybody's part replaced and also what exactly SPECTRA did. stop just looking at one article and leaving it there.

🦁 liongirlmane Follow Oookay...?

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🖍 cnmntoastbot 🔁🦁 liongirlmane

🦁 liongirlmane Follow Honestly, the situation over at Vandelay Island just shows how much of a bad idea companies running living spaces are. Revolving that much of life around the place who employs you is just a bad idea.

Credits for company items only? Can't move away if you wanted to start somewhere else? Bad. Read ANYTHING on company towns, and then imagine that. But Worse.

🪡 thighroidwrap I mean, at least the food is free. Even if there are 4 mondays and i don't know which one aligns with your weekends

🦁 liongirlmane Follow What

🎸 hibiki-rock That's being fixed! AND we're even getting rid of the AI in the robot parts!

🦁 liongirlmane Follow WHAT?!

🖍 cnmntoastbot He is completely correct! (o´▽`o) If you were ever wondering why your friends who took residence on our island made any monday posts on other days of your week, that would be why! \(^ヮ^)/

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🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak 🔁🖍 cnmntoastbot

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak I want... tiddy... in my face....

🖍 cnmntoastbot (⌒_⌒;) i suppose you are glad to be dating someone who can do that for you now!

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak CNMN WHAT THE FUCK. @Kirby-Mass-Defend PLEASE TELL YOUR ROBOT TO NOT REBLLOG POSTS LIKE THIS?????? THIS IS TWO YEARS OLD

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👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow If you don't reblog anything about this, you're a shitty person. Vandelay Island has been on fire for the past week, and it's in NO news articles at all! So here's a summary of what's been happening...

keep reading

🦁 liongirlmane Follow ... there... there are, though?

🎸 hibiki-rock Its all i hear on my morning commute >.>

#blah blah blah here's the section of the island that's closed off i'm SICK OF IT

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🪡 thighroidwrap Your daily reminder to TAKE OFF YOUR PROSTHETICS. It's NO LEG DAY!

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak NO LEG DAY!! NO LEG DAY!!

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[poupeesdecirque]

Travel Blog Anime Festival Kassel! - Part 1

27.-28. October 2023

The last convention for me this year, read further for my impression of this event which was held in Kassel for the first time, me being super chaotic, enjoying things and attending the cosplay competition.

And yes I was totally going as past!Allen the times I was "not" in costume as my glasses are round too and I had to put on the shirt/waistcoat anyways. I just HC him as an explorer when he goes to places, its my kind of having silly little fandom moments. But now to the travel blog.

Friday, Travel & Coming 'home'

Travel day. I started a bit chaotic from home and later than planned but rain was forecasted the whole day and a serious hiking day was not really possible. I noticed I forgot my phone charger as I was already out and my first mission was to buy a replacement. As I arrived in Kassel I had to take a reroute as there was so much traffic but I know the city and its corners it was fine to me. All the familar places and ... I just felt home. For 19 years my favorite convention was held in Kassel until it moved to Wiesbaden this year and I was completely devastated how they handled it and left Kassel crying last year and I am just so SO happy to be able to return.

I quickly checked into the Hotel and went to the convention hall and just the feeling of seeing it again made me so content, even with the rain, the cold weather, the phone charger etc. AND the fact the Con contacted me that my script for the Contest has to be changed as there was some equipment different.

I went through the park and was just thriving. Then into the city checking a few places, actually got a charger after asking the sales manager of a itty bitty corner store if they have some - i was super proud I did that, past-me would have given up and just searched for a big electronic store to drive to to avoid talking to people.

As I walked back to the hall I came across a very fancy bakery/café I had discovered last year and they sold halloween themed confectonary again and ... this time I actually bought some. I dared to go in there and bought two petit fours and even as the seller asked me something twice I was just casually replying I am .. so proud. You know I suffer from severe social anxiety and a situation like this would have been enough to break me for a whole weekend, on top with the charger thing. But I was managing well. It was quite late then as I got back to the hall but still decided to ask if I could get my ticket for the next two days already to avoid waiting. Another step further for me, usually I would have chickened out. Everyone there was very darling I am looking forward on how they organize the actual convention days.

Back in the hotel I had (very late) dinner, but I was just mentally in such a good place that it didn't mess with my head.

Saturday - 28. October - Contest day

Slept okay for the fact I usually sleep bed when not home, super excited for the day. But took it slow, went through my script a few times (finally after not doing so for the last days) to recall it.

Then headed out to Kassel to fetch a few things, I like to give myself small tasks to have something to do when I am alone. Like just getting some snacks.

After returning to my car I started painting... my make up. I actually avoid doing a lot of make up for Allen as my eyes hate it and I don't think he is a make up type but as it was for the contest I wanted to upgrade everything a little bit.

It was starting to rain again and ... someone please remind me more often that the first Uniform has a HOOD I can use. I ... will come back to that later.

After a bit of waiting time due bag control I finally was able to enter the hall. It felt again like home but also different. When you came in you had several vendors, Manga, Merch, some artists inbetween. Even a tattoo artist?! And like at the Polaris you had several vendors of dried fruit... ehm.. okay? Like I am always for more healthy options aside the vendors selling tons of asian candies and ramen.

What I really liked about the structure they had for the hall is that they actually used the hallways better than the other con, less "lost" space. Yes they have a smaller audience but it seemed so much smarter to me to use the hallways for artists instead of putting them into super small rooms with no space to move in.

For the vendors and all there was .. lots of Genshin Impact again and Demon Slayer I think? I am a bit spoiled by the last cons especially the bookfair and the polaris in regards of a great diversity of artists, this was alright I guess. Not much for me to buy.

What was interesting is that the city had rented the hall to another convention but for ... doctors. Weird, but worked. As I got recognized as Allen later on I was able to talk with the two and one told me a few interesting things about the Con that moved to Wiesbaden and some facts that the Anime Festival will be bigger next year. I got encouraged to voice my opinion more often by them, as all they heard was only positive about the other Con (they didn't attend as well... reasons).

Then .. the contest. I was quite nervous, got in my snacks and some lunch before I went to prejudging. Was able to chat with the other attendees during the wait and was quite a lil hyper bunny as it was my turn. I have to say the judges were super darling about everything. They were all cosplayers, some super expierenced and one even a super huge name here. I got complimented for my make up (which I adjusted a bit more after lunch) to try to get my lashes white and all. That I made pockets, that the uniform has a lining, that the pattern was selfmade and the functional buttons. etc.

We were supposed to meet up 30 mins later, I waited with No. 6 (I was No 4) and got a bubble tea because my anxious mind needed something to do and I was super thirsty. I downed it so fast they went "WAIT HOW". Haha. I am used to drink a lot.

After it we were brought to the backstage and it seemed to take forever until it was my turn. No 3 before my was in a wheelchair and the crew did a great job to help her getting up the stage and stairs. And with the applause I was sure they would get the 1st rank. They did a performance as Sheego from Kim Possible.

My turn was. I walked, babbled my text, actually looked at the audience and noticed it was indeed THE MOST BIGGEST STAGE they have and the whole room was full of people, I had to improvise a bit as I was not able to stuff everything into Tim but I managed well.

I was super proud and watched the rest of the contest in the audience (they had seats reserved for us). Overall it was 10 performances. The majority was voice clips/moving to them, or just music and doing a dance/pose.

Mine was actually a small sketch that was Allen looking out for Timcampy, finding and scolding him for flying away. All during the search for Cross. Then I asked the audience if they had seen the master and showed my drawing of him. Then I scolded Tim for not getting my stuff back in as I was handling too many things at once. Haha.

The ranking later on was well, place 3 was a huge ass Spamalot/Monty Python and the Holy Grail Group and I was sure they will be ranked. 2nd was the Sheego, whom I had seen on 1. And 1 was a Kiki (Kiki's delivery service), I found hers rather boring to be honest as it was just an english voice clip that didn't fit the outfit or any acting at all, but well, Ghibli and cutesty bonus I guess. I would have seen others ranked.

Later on I went to pick up where I got ranked but ... in fact the voting system was hacked/there were annormalities and therefore there was no ranking other than the main 3.

I talked with some other of the contestants about the results and all were quite baffled. The two started last even said the results were not into their favor anyways as the moderators procrastinated 5 minutes to get them on stage and the majority indeed already had voted.

One last thing here: I am amazed by the positive words I got, that the performance was good and that you couldn't tell that it was my first time joining a contest, that I should do it more often. This really means a lot to me.

The rest of the day was me strolling through the halls & park again, sometimes in the park too. But the weather was not that good, it was raining a lot. I was torn about getting a maple themed bowl but as I got to really buying it it was sold out, so I got the chestnut kitkats I had eyes all the time.

I noticed I was super done for the day, there were several concerts left but I was just feeling the day and the snacks weren't holding me longer. But it was pouring... and the food vendors were outside.

After another 30 minutes I remembered I HAVE A HOOD and quickly went to the car to scrub the make up off my face and get some cotton pads from the store along with something to go with my instant noodles + tofu I had brought along. I wanted to eat in peace and not cramped outside in the rain.

The day ended for me in the hotel, tired, exhausted but quite well. What annoyed me though was that there was an event with a live band in the hotel. Good bye sleep.

Ending the day with food in the hotel, my little haul from stores and the fact the make up refused to get off. I would have some "fun" the coming days with that.

[starjxsung]

hi star <3 how are you?

i’ve been neglecting my responsibilities, reading and watching the bear this week. i gotta clean my apartment soon bc im moving but im waiting for the landlady to tell us 😭 aaaaaand normal people is so good, so sad! i read the book bc i love sally rooney a few months ago and i liked the book a bit better (aside from the no quotations for dialogue bc im dumb and i get lost reading it). the series is rlly good though!

im dying to preorder the album😭 i need my pobs </3 i really wanted a signed one too but jyp shop’s shipping is sooo expensive here. i do have a signed txt postcard tho so we balling too.

xdh have the cutest pcs!! i got my album a few days ago (as well as my golden hour ateez ones, i pulled everyone except wooyoung & yunho </3) and i pulled jooyeon and jungsu! and i absolutely adore my pcs and am carrying them everywhere too.

your parents though!!! that’s hilarious. my mom would be the same. whenever i’m watching something kpop related she’s like “that’s binchan (to changbin and chan) ; that’s felix (to hyunjin); that’s lee know (to i.n)”. and if it’s not skz, she’s always saying “that’s v” 😭

i love my converse soooo much!! i wear them everyday too and they will be my lollapalooza shoes bc they’re the best!!!

also i’ve been having ateez dreams lately😭 i dreamt that red-haired san was my classmate and we had the worst statistics test and he comforted me by buying me sushi </3 and yesterday i dreamt that wooyoung was my classmate (am i traumatized with uni? yes) and that they opened a dessert food truck next to the parking and we ate churros after class and made out </333 dream me is really living it up, im jealous </3

i hope you’re doing well! i love your momo pics, keep ‘em coming. she is the most fab <3 ily bb!! i hope you’re week/weekend is sooo good <3

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HI MY ANGEL I have missed chatting with you so much oh my god I haven’t had the time to properly sit down and get thru side blog™️ asks in a while bc I hate half-assing my responses but I’M HERE NOW

You’re moving oh my gosh that’s so exciting !!!! Are you guys living in the same area or somewhere entirely new? I can’t wait to hear about all ur endeavors in new apartment RAHHH that’s so exciting !! Also letting this serve as my gentle reminder to watch normal people, I’ve heard it absolutely ruins you so I’m not emotionally prepared but at the same time I am SO prepared for a little emotional turmoil lmao

Album preorders my opp 💔 I’ve been trying to take a break from buying kpop stuff these few weeks (failing miserably!) but also I heard the signed ones got restocked and then sold out again??? With no warning???? JYPE when I catch you 🤨

AHHHH xdh pcs are so good I have still been dragging my jh everywhere he is never leaving my side I fear…

My converse are my lolla shoes tooooo omg twins 👼 I wore them to global citizen standing for 10+ hours and they were super comfortable! They’re def a little ratty now but I’m not going to break in new shoes standing at a festival so. We ball 💯

ALSO NOT THE ATEEZ DREAMS NOOOOO THAT SOUNDS SO GOOD 💔💔 I had a dream once w pink haired Seonghwa and I have simply not been the same ever since oh my god it felt so real 😔 manifesting more Ateez dreams and making out for u that sounds like. a dream (literally)

I LOVE UUUU BB have the best week!!!! My sister’s away with my parents so it’s just me and Momo and she’s been super clingy but we’re so bffs this week I love her so bad

[the-doll-in-red]

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I realized I forgot to make this, so I'll do that now.

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[redxpranger]

March 29, 2025

On Thursday, I finally received the two books I had ordered online. I had planned to start one over the weekend, but a quiet voice inside me urged me to begin reading right away.

The books I chose were Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke and Aphorisms on Love and Hate by Friedrich Nietzsche. Each was a deliberate choice, but today, I want to focus on Rilke—on how this book became something extraordinary for me.

It was in early March when I first came across a video of Andrew Garfield in an interview. He was asked what books he would recommend, and his first answer was Letters to a Young Poet. I don’t know why, out of all the books he mentioned, that particular title lingered in my mind. I had only watched the interview once, and he had only spoken the book’s name for a few seconds—yet it stayed with me.

A few weeks later, I stumbled upon a blog post that quoted an excerpt from the book. When I saw it, I couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes, if you pay close attention, you start to notice the little hints the universe leaves behind—small, quiet nudges appearing more than once, like a door waiting to be opened. A whisper from God, or fate, guiding you toward something you need. A path leading you to answers, to comfort, especially when you're desperate for salvation, on the verge of losing hope. A reminder that you are not forgotten. That you are exactly where you need to be.

This book, which I read in less than 24 hours, became my greatest salvation. It is now, without question, my favorite book. From the first letter to the last, every word was deeply thoughtful, beautifully articulated. Reading it felt like having a conversation with a friend—one who knows precisely what to say. A friend who arrives at the perfect moment, when you need them most.

There were so many moments where I wanted to highlight every sentence, because every page held something profound.

More than anything, this book reminded me that I am, in fact, on the right path. Lately, I’ve distanced myself from people again. I haven't been meeting up with friends, barely replying to messages. But yesterday, I finally started responding, and it felt good to be reminded that someone out there still cares, still wonders if I’m doing okay. There’s something about receiving a message from a friend saying they miss you—it feels like being gently pulled back into the world. I may not have many people in my life, but the ones I do have love me genuinely. And for that, I am endlessly grateful.

Anyway, I want to share my favorite part of the book—the letter from August 12, 1904:

"I want to talk to you again for a while, dear Mr. Kappus, although I can say almost nothing that is of any help, hardly anything useful. You have had many great sadnesses which have now passed by. And you say that their passing was also hard and upsetting for you. But I ask you to consider whether these great unhappinesses did not rather pass through you. Whether much within you has not changed, whether somewhere, in some part of your being, you were not transformed while you were unhappy? The only sorrows which are harmful and bad are those one takes among people in order to drown them out. Like diseases which are treated superficially and inexpertly, they only abate, and after a short pause break out again with more terrible force, and accumulate inside and are life, unlived, rejected, lost life - from which we can die. If it were possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and a little beyond the outworks of our intuitions, perhaps we should then bear our sadnesses with greater assurance than our joys. For they are the moments when something new enters into us, something unknown to us; our feelings, shy and inhibited, fall silent, everything in us withdraws, a stillness settles on us, and at the centre of it is the new presence that nobody yet knows, making no sound. I believe that almost all our sadnesses are periods of tautening that we experience as numbness because we can no longer hear the stirring of our feelings, which have become foreign to us. Because we are alone with the strange thing that has entered into us; because everything familiar and accustomed is taken away from us for a moment; because we are in the middle of a transition where we cannot stand still. And that is why sadness passes: what is new in us, the thing that has supervened, has entered into our heart, penetrated to its innermost chamber and not lingered even there - it is already in our blood. And we never quite know what it was. One might easily suppose that nothing had happened, but we have altered the way a house alters when a guest enters it. We cannot say who has come, perhaps we shall never know, but there are many indications that it is the future that enters into us like this, in order to be transformed within us, long before it actually occurs. And that is why it is so important to be solitary and attentive when one is sad: because the apparently uneventful and static moment when our future comes upon us is so much closer to life than that other noisy and accidental point when it happens to us as if from the outside. The quieter, the more patient and open we are in our sadness, the deeper and more unerringly the new will penetrate into us, the better we shall acquire it, the more it will be our fate, and when one day in the future it 'takes place' (that is, steps out of us towards others) we shall feel related and close to it in our inmost hearts. And that is necessary. It is necessary - and little by little our development will tend in this direction - that nothing alien should happen to us, but only what has long been part of us."

I read this passage while working, and when I reached this part, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Not because I was sad, but because these were the exact words I didn’t realize I needed. It wasn’t sorrow that brought me to tears—it was comfort.

Some might see them as just words, but to me, they felt like an embrace—a quiet, steady reassurance filled with warmth, hope, and love.

Rilke suggests that sadness does not simply fade away; rather, it passes through us, leaving us changed. Instead of resisting sorrow or numbing it with distractions, he urges us to sit with it—to listen. Because sadness is not merely an absence of joy; it is a sign that something new is taking shape within us.

I love how he compares sorrow to an unknown guest entering a house. It reminded me of something I wrote last month—about Grief and Sorrow visiting me unexpectedly, and how I finally chose to let them in, to sit with them on the balcony. I remember crying that night, allowing myself to feel everything, letting it all pass through me.

Rilke reminded me that if we stop resisting our sorrow, if we embrace it with patience, it will transform us in ways we may not yet understand. Everything we experience is already becoming a part of who we are.

Last night, a thought struck me: my refusal to let go of pain, grief, and sorrow—perhaps it’s not a weakness, but a choice. Some may not understand, but to me, these emotions are important. They have shaped me. They continue to shape me. They are the reason I see the world the way I do, the reason I have learned about love, hope, and what it means to be human.

I no longer see sorrow, pain, and grief as burdens to escape from. I'm learning to love them just as I love joy, hope, and love itself. Not in a way that romanticizes suffering, but in a way that accepts it as part of life. As part of me.

After all, to truly love yourself—to truly love anyone—you must embrace both the light and the darkness. Without conditions. Without exceptions.

And so, with happy tears in my eyes and both hope and pain in my heart, I raise a quiet toast—

To growing up, and to all the lessons I have learned along the way. 🥂

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (1082): Sat 15th Mar 2025

Got an extra lie in this morning as I was offered voluntary time off just as I was about to get up. This gave me time to have a nice relaxing shower instead of a speed shower I was planning to take as I was too tired to have one last night. If there is a God why didn’t he design humans so we would piss soapy water? Then we’d never need to take a bath or shower again we could just rub our piss on ourselves whenever we started to reek. The only negative to this would be that we wouldn’t be able to take the pain out of jellyfish stings anymore.

While I was at work I got a text from the Spire hospital that said “This is a reminder of your appointment on Mon 17th March at 11:30am”. Ever since the Spire cancelled my appointment last month I have heard nothing from them so I’m really struggling to work out how you can remind somebody about an appointment you haven’t told them about. That’s one of those “Can God make a rock so heavy he can’t pick it up?” kind of conundrums. Frustratingly they have sent me this text on a Saturday and since they’re closed on weekends I can’t call them to ask what the fuck is going on. I’ll have to call them on my first break on Monday to let them know I can’t make it to this appointment but also ask why they’ve suddenly decided to give me an appointment after rejecting me a month ago. I enjoy a practical joke as much as the next person (unless the next person is the nurse who killed herself after those radio presenters called her pretending to be the queen) but this is getting ridiculous. 

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After she begged me to stay and I said yes, again

What I wrote a couple days ago, about her hurt breaking like dawn and constricting the sky, reminds me now of a Ghalib couplet I once shared with her:

kyā tang ham sitam-zadagāñ kā jahān hai jis meñ kih ek baiẓah-e mor āsmān hai*

Yesterday she woke up sobbing, and I woke up to the sound. She told me she even thought of leaving me for the first time this past weekend, before she took a long walk. We cried together in bed for a while, then I asked if we could go to Land's End, and get cinnamon rolls from the bakery where I used to work on the way. She asked if I was taking her there to give her bad news. I said we were going to go on a long walk.

We sat on the beach—we decided on Ocean Beach instead, I think because Land's End felt too on-the-nose—and cried some more while throwing the ball for Harpo. I told her that being with her felt like being on a sailboat on a beautiful sunny day. She is sitting on the edge of the boat, her legs dangling in the water. I watch the sun dance in the gentle lapping waves and illuminate her skin with refracted silver. She sees me seeing her, and smiles like the open sky. And then we feel a rock scrape the bottom of the boat.

As I run to check for damage and adjust the sails to correct course, she stands up on the edge of the boat and asks why I hit the rock, and why I'm not looking at her as much anymore—why am I doing this to her? Clouds begin to gather, and the wind picks up. I say to her that it's only a scrape, we're not going down, and can she please help me with the sails? She asks, "How could you ask me that when you know I'm standing on the edge and holding on just for you? Don't you care that I'm in danger?"

We cried and cried and cried. Like the past few crises before this, she seemed to suddenly understand, she apologized and promised and begged. I told her I couldn’t keep breaking the promise I’ve made to myself after each crisis—that whichever one we’ve just survived is my last one, that the next time the storm comes, I will know that it’s time to end it and feel capable of doing so. I asked her to promise that the next time, if there is one, she will let me go—no more begging. My heart cannot fucking bear the grief of being begged to stay.

She said yes. A promise like an ant’s egg, like the whole sky. How could I call this love narrow? But how narrow and fragile it is!

*From Fran Pritchett's blog:

Translation(s): 1a) how narrow is the world of us oppressed ones! 1b) is the world of us oppressed ones narrow? 1c) what-- as if the world of us oppressed ones is narrow!

2a) in which a single/particular/unique/excellent ant's egg is the sky 2b) in which the sky is a single/particular/unique/excellent ant's egg

Analysis: In its richness of possibilities and undecideability of tone, this verse is one of the true 'meaning-machine' gems of the divan. It's the kind you could take to a desert island with you, and savor its every possible interpretive nuance. We know by now the excellently multivalent uses of a phrase like this one in the first line that is introduced by kyā : it can be an exclamation, the way the commentators insist on taking it ('How narrow this world is!'); it can be a yes-or-no question ('Is this world narrow, or isn't it?'); or it can be a scornfully negative exclamation ('What-- as if this world is narrow!'). Right away we have a sufficiently intriguing set of possibilities to energize the whole verse; after the first line we are eager to hear (after the usual mushairah-performance delay) the evidence for the narrowness (or non-narrowness) of the world.

Then the second line opens up for us an even more undecideable and enjoyable display of 'symmetry': since Urdu is much less dependent on word order than English, to say 'A is B' is also to say that 'B is A'. As so often with Ghalib, both possibilities work intriguingly with the various permutations of the first line. And, as Faruqi points out, the tone too can vary: the possibilities include not only sarcasm but also wonder, despair, perplexity, indignation, and ruefulness.

Compare {165,2}, which offers a similar range of possibilities through exactly the same sequence of devices ( kyā in the first line, symmetry in the second).

Who are the 'oppressed ones'? They are us, but who are we? We suffering lovers, no doubt; and more widely, we who are victims of injustice and tyranny. And ultimately, we human beings, living our cramped, oppressed, and all-too-limited lives under an ant's-egg sky. But then, maybe it's just the opposite, maybe our lives are not limited at all. It could be that our wide-ranging minds find ample freedom even in such a tiny ant's-egg space; or maybe the sky itself is a mere ant's egg to us in our boundless mental (and spiritual?) inner spaces (as in the similarly dismissive treatment of Rizvan's garden in {10,1}). We oppressed ones, we readers, end up being allowed-- or required-- to invent the verse's tone and meaning for ourselves.

For another verse in which the sky is compared to an egg, see {217,4}. For another verse in which the ant provides a limit case of smallness, see {123,3}. Another enjoyable verse for comparison is the irresistible {68,5}, in which the round dome of heaven becomes not an ant's egg but-- even more dismissively-- a mere wastebasket. And what else is as small as an ant's egg? Why, an inner chamber of the heart of the Moth: {81,3}.

Compare Mir's own striking 'ant' verse: M{733,2}; and another verse in which Mir's sarcasm (or is it?) is as tempting as Ghalib's: M{1056,2}. Here's one in which Mir uses kyā kam as cleverly as Ghalib uses kyā tang : M{775,4}.

And of course there's Hamlet: 'O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams'.