#and yh I’m tired

[deepixerii]

there’s barely any good yhs fics on ao3 except for that one guy who keeps writing about them pissing themselves

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

When LARXENE is close to death, she pulling ALL the moves. She’s literally giving me NO chance like damn girl JUST DIE😭.

[dragondawdles]

Hi! Do you take mcyt suggestions?? Anyway have a good day!

this anon has been sitting in my inbox for 2 years back when I was open for suggestions to catify and at the time if I had answered it probably would’ve been a no but you know what? yeah. yeah I suppose I do indeed take mcyt suggestions. I hope you had many a good day since you sent this dearest anon, and I wish for many more ahead of you

[fenharel-babe]

I find it so sad that during the break up scene, he really just pours his heart out to Lavellan. He says how she’s beautiful, unique, and I know he doesn’t say it, but she’s able to literally make him almost forget his plans, make him feel like a normal man. And I still love that even if Lavellan keeps the vallaslin, Solas doesn’t show hate or be rude about it! Lavellan is hesitant to tell him no because she doesn’t want to upset him or hurt his feelings, so she goes about it slow.

“I know you told me this because you wanted to help, but the vallaslin is part of who I am. I hope you can see past—”.

“Stop. You are perfect exactly as you are.”

He accepts it, doesn’t pressure her, and reassures her that he still sees her and not the marks. He just sees her.

But when the marks are taken off, he looks happy (or relieved maybe?) and tells her how she is free. She’s always technically been free, but now he thinks she is truly free from something cruel. He remembers what he told the other elves, the elves he tried to save.

And I think about that one theory that when he looks at her with such love and remembers what he wanted to tell her, he snaps out of it. He loves her and he told her. Truly told her in words and not just actions. He spoke his own truth and realized that it was too much. He loves her too much, and he could see that she loves him, too. I think Lavellan literally saying, “I love you,” hurts him even worse because now he definitely knows she feels the same.

They both feel love and it’s strong, but still. He pulls away because her face, her entire being, and his entire reason for bringing her there makes him remember that he can’t do it. He can’t love her and drag her into another big mistake. He wanted to tell the truth to her, but my heart always likes the sad idea of him being afraid of being so close to her and having her truly hate him. Hate him for what he is, so he hid. He had another truth to tell her if he got scared, so he chose that path instead.

And he chose to leave her, even if it would break both of them.

And don’t think he doesn’t know what will happen when he goes back to Skyhold. You think he doesn’t know about her relationship with the others? How protective Dorian is of her, how Varric takes in little details about her and cares about her more than he lets on, Bull trusting her even if she is a mage and abandoning the Qun partly because of her, Cole being happier around her and wanting to help both of them but ultimately choosing her, Vivienne looking down on him even more and telling Lavellan that she deserves better and actually letting her walls down to comfort her dear friend, Cassandra’s disgusted grunts he thought only Varric would receive on occasion, he senses Sera’s pranks or even catches her doing some of them and they’re not just pranks, no, they’re definitely some dangerous ones to cause harm, and Blackwall no longer speaking to him as a friend or acting as if they could’ve gotten along he just gives him dirty glances and refuses to speak to him unless he has to.

He knows this, and I always imagine a part of him is a little happy knowing that she has people by her side, people (other than soldiers and workers) caring for her well being and doing everything to make her happy. Not just for the inquisition, but for HER. He knows it will happen, and I think that also adds to his guilt and pain even more. He may not have been close to all of them, but he held certain respect to them (maybe except Vivienne or Sera) and actually did care about their well being, but now the relationship is broken and damaged because of how much he loves Lavellan and how much she loves him, and how stupid he is.

And Solas may be good at hiding the truth and such, but when he breaks up from Lavellan and the emotional choice is chosen, he backs away from her and avoids her hands even if she reaches out for him, and literally turns around and walks away so…brokenly. His face is just completely showing his sadness and how he regrets his decision but has to do it. He can’t even keep the mask up anymore, and it falls and he kinda looks like he’s about to fall to his knees from emotion.

Is it to beg for forgiveness from her? Maybe. Is it falling to his knees to cry out his pain and regret at what he has broken? Most definitely. If he let it happen anyway.

It’s just SO MUCH PAIN.

My thoughts are in a rush and not making too much sense, but each time I see the break up scene and see Solas kiss her and grab her butt and then break up with her even if she begs him not to leave and how he BROKENLY WALKS AWAY makes me so sad. I just think about it a lot.

But how y’all doing? Hope you’re doing great.

[emmacornell]

while i’ve been sick in bed with covid i’ve been able to do two things which was read dungeon meshi and play totk so its not all bad i guess

[b0r3dtod3ath]

HEYY,so i really really love flirty cocky possessive lando but at the same time a cute lando😭hmm

i’m not very good at prompts but here’s some idk if they’re good 🤷‍♀️

- bestfriend readers came back to landos house (that he shares w max f and reader because they’re all bffs) and readers been out drinking and came back crying because readers now ex boyfriend cheated on her and lando is such a cutie,(but has romantic feelings for reader just doesn’t know how to tell her) he takes care of her and they go to his bathroom where he places her on a counter, wipes her tears takes her mascara and dress off and gets her one of his hoodies bc he’s very protective of her,and just tells her how she doesn’t need her ex he was a of shit bf and he knows loads of men that would treat her better and being a cutie hugging her and shit and he just takes her to his bed where he just hugs her all night,maybe bc he’s a little upset some prick hurt his girlie like this😭😭

- Lando and reader ‘hating’ each other and bickering when other drivers are around but one day it all changes when some of the grid wake up after having a big party at another drivers house and lando and reader coming out of the same room / or being caught laying with each other the morning after 😁

- pool party with grid but bff lando x reader ?? Everyone thinking lando was seeing multiple girls but after reader starting to get very close with another driver in the pool clingy ,touchy and needy lando comes out,the side of lando nobody knew because he always acted nonchalant with girls and grabs her by the waist (idk this one isn’t very good but you get the idea) and yea you can escalate it from thereeee

- Reader x Bff lando ((again ik) Reader and lando share a house with other friends such as max F) and reader is getting ready for another hopeless date to fill the void of the only man she wanted which was lando ofc.Lando barges into her room when reader is wearing a kinda see through silky bath gown on top of an vs set,only because she was getting ready,obvs she was gonna replace the overlay with her dress after,Lando bursting in was nothing new and she and him was close, they are best friends that sleep one wall away.. and lando kinda checks her out while asking where she was going as he lays on her bed and she tells him about this date and he gets jelaous?!! reader goes into the bathroom to change into her outfit and lando is just says something like “ooooh you really do need to get laid don’t u?” and she jokingly argues back but he gets kinda clingy,upset,annoyed,pissy maybe? starts questioning why she goes on these pointless dates or one night stands then gets so hyped up by her short dress that he goes “do they even make you cum” and she’s at her mirror and he just comes up behind her because she doesn’t respond and becomes touchy bc yh😚

ok srsly i wrote this at almost 3.30am i’m so tired but can’t sleeeeep, i’m sorry if this is a mess but you can tell i have such a thing for reader bff tropes!!! this whole thing MIGHT be useless i’m sorry if you can’t understand any of it btw LOL😁

request: bestfriend readers came back to landos house (that he shares w max f and reader because they’re all bffs) and readers been out drinking and came back crying because readers now ex boyfriend cheated on her and lando is such a cutie,(but has romantic feelings for reader just doesn’t know how to tell her) he takes care of her and they go to his bathroom where he places her on a counter, wipes her tears takes her mascara and dress off and gets her one of his hoodies bc he’s very protective of her,and just tells her how she doesn’t need her ex he was a of shit bf and he knows loads of men that would treat her better and being a cutie hugging her and shit and he just takes her to his bed where he just hugs her all night,maybe bc he’s a little upset some prick hurt his girlie like this😭😭

a/n: I'm so sorry it took so long to reply to your request. Thank you and I love your message! I hope you are still interested in reading this. I wrote just one part but I definitely will be coming back to this request! 

Lando was laying on the couch, scrolling through his phone, when he heard the front door creak open. He glanced up, expecting to see Max or you. Instead, he was met with the sight of you stumbling through the doorway in makeup ruined by tears streaming down your face.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?" Lando asked, jumping up and rushing over to you.

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a choked sob. Lando gently took your hand and guided you further inside, closing the door behind you. His heart ached at the sight of you so broken. "Come on, let's sit down," he said softly, leading you to the couch. You collapsed onto it, burying your face in your hands - avoiding his look. "He broke up with me," you finally managed to say between sobs. "He did it in front of half of our friends, and I… I just can't believe he could humiliate me like that and that we are over”. 

Lando's jaw clenched in anger at the thought of your ex-boyfriend's cruelty, but he pushed those feelings aside. Right now, you were in need of his comfort, not his rage. "I'm so sorry," he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "You don't deserve to be treated like that”. You leaned into him, your body shaking with sobs. "You are the best person I know, and he was an idiot to let you go. You deserve someone who will treat you with the love and respect you deserve” Lando said firmly, lifting your chin so you would look at him. You sniffled, more tears streaming down your face. "Thank you, Lando. I don't know what I would do without you”. 

Lando's heart swelled at your words. He had always had feelings for you, but he had never expressed them in fear of ruining your friendship. When you got into a relationship it was a bit easier for him as he kept telling himself that you found someone you loved. Seeing you so broken, he knew he needed to be there for you, no matter what.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said gently, helping you to your feet. He led you to the bathroom, lifting you onto the counter. He didn’t know how to execute your routine and started confusingly looking through your cabinets. You giggled at the sight of him being lost and with a quiet voice instructed him what to do. He was wiping away your tears and makeup as if you were made out of porcelain. "You don't need him," Lando said softly as you cried even more. "He was a piece of shit, and you deserve so much better. You know it”. You sniffled, the pain in your chest easing slightly at his comforting words. "Thank you, Lando”. He smiled, a bittersweet feeling tugging at his heart as he looked into your bloody eyes.

"Let’s get changed," he said, carefully unzipping your dress and helping you slip into one of his hoodies. It brought you a sense of comfort. Not only because of its size and softness but also because it smelled like Lando. He pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "You don't need him," he repeated softly, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know so many guys who would treat you the way you deserve to be treated." You clung to him with your face buried in his chest, finding comfort in his embrace. "You're the best, Lando," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

His heart ached at the thought of you hurting as he ran his hand up and down your back. "You need some rest," he said, guiding you to your bedroom.

Lando pulled back the covers and helped you into your bed before climbing in beside you. He wrapped his arms around you once more, pulling you close. "I'll be right here," he murmured. "I'm not going anywhere”. As you drifted off to sleep, comforted by his presence, Lando stayed awake for a while longer, his mind racing. He was upset that someone had hurt you so deeply, but he was also determined to be there for you, to show you how much you meant to him. "You're going to be okay," he whispered into the darkness, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I promise”. 

June 10, 2024

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Milky

Summary - John B wakes up needing you..

Warnings - Smut, Mommy kink, lactation kink..

A/N - Had this in my drafts..

John B stirs in his sleep as he turns around, attaching himself to your side. You feel a hand making grabby hands to your boob.

“Mommy,” John B whispers, sleepy with his eyes fluttering open ever so slightly, “Mommy,”

“Yh, what’s wrong? Baby,” You rub his hand that covered your boob, “milky,” John B plumping his lips into an adorable, soft pout.

“Can’t you sleep, baby?” You questioned leaning up more against his bed, him shuffling to lay on your chest not even letting go of your breast.

“No,” John B frowns, “hungry,” he mumbles as his tummy growls.

“Awe, is your cute little tummy needing mommy’s milky?” You place a hand over his tummy, playfully squishing it, “Yh, mommy!” He giggles, squirming at your loving touch.

You unbutton your.. well his shirt taking out your boob for him to nurse.

“Latch on, sweet boy,” You guide his head onto your boob, hearing and feeling him moan as he suckles softly for the warm, sweet milk to trickle down his throat into his tummy.

You ruffle your fingers through his soft, wavy, brown locks to comfort him, “Such a good boy for mommy,” you kiss his forehead, his other hand holding onto your other boob as he hums agreeing.

John B shifts, his pants creating a bulge as he lactates from you. “Baby, is your cock hard?” You question because you felt him whimper into your nipple as he shifts around.

“Yes,” John B takes his mouth off of your nipple, pouting again.

God, that cute face could make you do anything!

“It’s ok, mommy is going to take good care of you!” You shushed him, before giving him kisses on those full, plumped lips.

You rub down John B’s tummy, trailing your hands down his thighs before you caress his growing, bulge in his boxers.

“Mommy,” John B whimpers, “Sh, Sh,” kissing his forehead and playing with his hair, you stop to pull down his clothing.

“Good boy,” You squeeze him lightly, stroking his large cock into your hands, John B sighs in relief.

John B takes your boob into his grabby hands and starts to suckle with his mouth again. You hold his head with one hand as he drinks your milk, slipping your fingers through his soft, locks.

You rub his cock a little faster with your other hand, making that friction more intense, “Mommy,” John B moans, your hot milk squirting into his greedy, little mouth as you caress him.

“Such a good boy, for mommy! Aren’t you, baby boy?” You nipple his ear, making him lean onto your chest. He finds interest into your other boob again, squishing it as you nourish him.

“Mm, Yes! Mommy, your good, baby boy,” John B whimpers, feeling his cock being pleasured like it should. He loves the way you make him feel, your his mommy and he wouldn’t change that for anything! 

“Good boy, take my milk! That’s it, suckle on my titty,” You moan, John B switches his mouth to your other boob, “I know your close, babe,” you whisper John B nodding, “Cum for mommy, Baby boy,” You encouraged him, pumping his twitching cock faster.

“Mommy,” John B moans letting your boob fall from his mouth, “I know baby, you gotta cum,” You kiss his temple as he trembles, whining in pure bliss.

John B quickly, starts to suckle your boob again as he releases his cum on his tummy and all over your hand, “such a good boy!” You praise him, kissing his forehead.

“Mommy, I’m tired,” he whimpers, “Thank you, night, night!” He smiles, snuggling into you under the covers.

“Your welcome, night! Love you so much, Baby boy,” You kiss his lips with pure passion.

“Mm, I love you so much too! Mommy,” John B kisses you back, gently closing his eyes as he gets comfy.

[atzupdates]

YH ⚓ [230309] Fancafe Update | FROM. ATEEZ | To beloved ATINY

Hello ATINY! It’s Yunho! It’s been a long time since I wrote a ‘FROM’ to ATINY. I’m on my way back to Korea after the Europe tour 😌 ATINY, how was this tour?ㅎㅎ I was really happy..! I want to tell ATINY thank you so much throughout this tour. Thank you so much for always welcoming me with smiles on your faces and for only giving me love. I remember every day and I think I can still hear ATINY’s voices. I think this tour has been a turning point for me to grow a lot, and when it comes to expressing myself  while performing, should I say that it seems like I’ve exceeded my physical limit too..?ㅎㅎ It feels like I’m breaking a wall just like the tour title. Thanks to ATINY’s support, I gained a lot of confidence. Even though it was really hard (at times), when I hear ATINY’s loud cheers, I get up and stretch out my hands a bit more, even if it’s just a little, and even if my legs feel weak, I gain a lot of strength. Thank you so much. Whenever I perform on stage, I always feel that I’m lacking a lot. But I also feel that I’m growing bit by bit as I perform more and more so I’m very thankful. I’ll do my best on every stage to repay ATINY’s love. Our very good-hearted and infinitely beautiful ATINY! Don’t get sick and always lean on me when you feel tired or (like you’re going to) collapse. I will become an even cooler and bigger person so that TINY can lean on me comfortably! And don’t worry! If it’s ATINY, everything will be fine 😊 I’m here 💪 I hope today was a happy day. I love you so so much, my everything 😘

[https-sonshine]

Can you do an angsty fic with Sonny? But with a happy ending? Thankss

authors note: hey guys so i’m not ignoring your requests i’m just super busy with school and uni applications so yh updates are gonna be slow but i’m going to tryy my hardest to make time

so this idea has been itching at the back of my head for weeks and last night i got the random burst of motivation to write it. i think i got a little bit carried away so im not sure how much of a happy ending this is its more like bittersweet. but yeah hope you enjoy this one and i look forward to hearing some feedback.

also reblogs are very much appreciated🫶🏾

word count: approx 1.8k

warnings: angst , tw:miscarragie , slight mentions of depression

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Sonny was the one who suspected you were pregnant. He noticed how much bigger your boobs were, your mood swings, and the fact that you were sleeping and eating more than normal, so he talked to you about it, but you told him that you were just tired, and that your boobs were growing and that everything was normal. However, Sonny was convinced that something else was going on. Your period was always irregular, and you were on birth control, so you were truly not worried. But he insisted on buying you a pregnancy test, saying it was just to be sure. And, to your surprise, it was positive. You were pregnant.

You almost didn't believe it. It was something that the two of you hadn't discussed yet. You already knew how he felt about starting a family. He wasn't totally opposed to it but football was his main priority. You weren't quite sure how to react, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to press the issue or make him uncomfortable. The sounds of sniffles brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced at him and noticed the tears streaming down his face. He had been struggling to keep his composure, but the emotion of the situation had gotten to him. He suddenly held you tightly. It was a comforting embrace, and you found yourself holding back tears of your own His grip was tight and firm as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. "We're pregnant," he chuckled lightly. You were surprised by the sudden display of affection, "You're not mad?" You looked up at him in disbelief and found his face smiling down at you

That's when realisation hit you: Sonny was to cry out of happiness. You smiled back and asked, "Are you really okay with this?" He nodded his head and brushed away a tear as he said, "Yes, we're going to have a baby!" You felt so much joy at that moment and suddenly found yourself overflowing with it.

Son and you were visiting the doctor for your initial ultrasound. And even though you only had a tiny baby bump, Sonny loved it a lot. It boosted his ego, knowing that it was his baby. He beamed with pride, seeing the image of his soon-to-be son or daughter on the screen and whispered to you that he couldn't believe how much their lives were about to change. Even though there were a few nerves mixed in with the excitement, the moment felt perfect, and you couldn't wait to find out the gender.

The day after the ultrasound, Sonny came home with baby clothes, making your heart melt. You two were already planning the baby shower and how you were going to tell his fans. Sonny was so excited, and every time he spoke about the baby, his eyes lit up. You both started to think about the impact of this news, and it was obvious that this was a huge milestone for both of you. You decided to announce it when you were almost at the due date, it would be better for everyone. You had mixed feelings; on one hand, you were happy and excited to share the news of the upcoming arrival, but on the other hand, you were both scared as well.

As you were getting closer to the second trimester, you weren't feeling well, aside from nausea and constant vomiting. You had no energy and felt like you were always exhausted. You were both anxious to get an ultrasound and see if everything was okay, but Sonny had training in the morning, so you opted to go later during the day.

Later in the day, You're just getting into a good sleep when you roll over and feel wetness on your outer thigh, which immediately wakes you up. You search for the light switch on your bedside table, turn it on, and rub your eyes to help you adjust to the darkness, thinking you must have been dreaming about peeing a little too vividly. Even though changing the sheets is something you really don't want to deal with, what you see is beyond changing. Alarms are immediately raised by bright crimson, and when you look down, you see that the source is exactly what you had hoped it wouldn't be. Your heart skips a beat as you realise that it isn't just pee . There isn't much time to respond as a sharp pain ricochets through your entire torso, coming from your womb and making you immediately want to throw up. Forgetting that Sonny had left for training, you yelled his name. Despite your trembling, you manage to pick up the phone and dial 911 for an ambulance as the pain grows more and more intense. Your mind is in a fog as you explain what happened to the dispatcher, and they assure you that help is on its way. You can feel tears streaming down your face as the pain increases and you focus on your breathing to keep yourself from passing out. You hear a siren in the distance, and it gets louder and louder as you await help until you see the flashing lights of the ambulance coming to your aid.

"Don't contact anyone" is all you can muster out before letting the darkness consume you.

You awoke with no memory of anything wrong, but the unfamiliar surroundings and the IV attached to your arm reminded you of what had happened; suddenly you couldn't breathe again.

Your entire world is turned upside down in a matter of hours. As they induce you for a birth you'll never be able to celebrate, they hook you up to several IV bags, and for the next several hours, all you have for company is a pain that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. Finally, against your better judgement, you say yes when the nurses ask if you'd like to hold your baby for the first and last time. Her flawless, contented face breaks you. Despite the circumstances, you can't help but be enamoured. Tears well up in your eyes as you realise that, while this was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, turned out to be one of the saddest. You gently rock your daughter, who has become your entire world in the span of a few short moments. You try to ignore the feeling of guilt as you think about how this little person will never experience the love, protection and security that come from being part of a family. The moment her little breaths ceased, it was like your body shut down, you began hyperventilating. You feel overwhelmed with emotion, trying desperately to come to terms with the sudden and unfair loss of your daughter. The nurses whisked her away and rushed to inject you with tranquillizers. Your last sight of her was her tiny body, blanketed in white, motionless, and pale before darkness engulfed you once again.

"Where is Y/N?"

"I need to see my girlfriend."

"I can't believe no one called me sooner."

Loud yelling jolted you awake.

You could sense the anger and despair that filled his mind as he raced down the corridor of the hospital, desperately searching for you. The nurses had finally led him to you, and when he had spotted you laying on the hospital bed his eyes softened and the frustration melted away as relief flooded through him. The relief was short-lived, as he noticed how drained you looked and how you couldn't even look at him.

" I'm so sorry," you said, your voice strained and barely above a whisper.

He started to freak you out when he saw you crying. He moved closer to the bed and took your hand gently in his, his thumb brushing over the back of it. He looked deeply into your eyes, trying to read what was wrong with you "It's okay," he said in a calming tone, "tell me what's wrong." You looked away, unable to look him in the eye as you explained what happened.

"It was a girl," you managed to choke out

It has been a little bit over a week since you heard the most terrible news of your life. You failed to speak, properly eat, and get out of bed. The void in your heart was just becoming more apparent.

Sonny stood by you the whole time, not leaving you alone unless he had training. He cried with you, held you. But you were so depressed that you couldn't bring yourself to reciprocate the love and attention he was giving you.

"y/n, you have to get up," Sonny says to you while caressing your face.

"I don't want to" you look away from him, burying your face in the pillow.

"It's been a week since you last got up. You can't stay on the bed the rest of your life, Y/N" he runs his hand through your messy hair, making you look at him.

"I just fucking lost my daughter, Son. I'm a mess. You never wanted to have children this early anyways so you must be glad" you can feel the tears running down your face.

"She was our daughter. Ours. She was my baby, too. You don't think I feel like shit too? Just cause it wasn't in my plans doesn't mean i didn't love her too." he gets up, walking out of the room

Son was staring at the wall in the living room. He felt empty inside like someone had torn out his heart. After a few minutes, he got a hold of himself and went to lie down next to you. not knowing what to say or do. Neither of you spoke while maintaining your upward gaze. Sonny didn't move an inch as you rolled over and faced the wall. He moved toward you only after you extended your hand to him. He spooned you while you clung to him as you sobbed. As you both sobbed over your loss

" I'll always be here for you. I can't even imagine the kind of pain you're feeling right now. But I don't want to lose you too. I know nothing I say will make this easier for you, but I want you to know that you are not alone "

You turn back to face him and say, in a low voice, "I'm sorry. You must be struggling, too." You keep wiping your cheeks as the tears roll down.

"Just promise me that I'm not going to lose you too." He looks at me with a hurt expression, his eyes brimming with tears "I can't see you crying every day," he says, and you try to nod as he wipes your tears away.

You can feel a glimmer of hope thanks to Son's love. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that it would never be the same again. You hugged him tightly, hoping it was enough to hold onto the little bit of hope he gave you.

He kept whispering his love for you and assurances that everything would be fine for the rest of the night. That it would get better. He swore that from then on, that no matter what happened, he would never leave your side and he would make sure you were safe. He would go to any lengths to see you happy again.

[accio-victuuri]

it’s time for some yuguyao/the longest promise clowning… i feel like we will get a couple from this timeframe so i wanna be able to archive as much as i can. 🦢

consider this post as part 3. one & two linked.

• something from lrlg ( please come back to us soon ) and thought to be connected to how shiying reminds xz of lan wangji too. yibo was again speaking to someone so it may seem as random convo that time.

you are like a fairy

what do you mean acting in my true colors? ***

neither you nor him ( laughing )

well send it to me

it possibly points to xz telling wyb that he is acting in his ( wyb ) colors, white as in gusu lan. i’m just so fond of the speculation that zz sees wyb’s color as white. even removing the whole lwj connection — him seeing wyb as the color white, something so clean and innocent just gets me. most of us associate him with green, and rightfully so because that’s what wyb prefers. however it’s so gg to tie wyb with a color that represents purity, and i guess that’s how he sees wyb. a really good boy who’s clean and honest like the color white. 🥹🥹🥹

• another example of them not scheduling things at the same time. I don’t know how long this will hold out but so far they are doing it so well. Yuguyao aired 7.2 and for VIPs, it will end on 7.20. Then on 7.22 there will be a YH concert in Macau and on 7.28 premiere of One & Only. a jampacked July for sure but it’s so good how they don’t overlap!

• i don’t really wanna go into detail anymore about the echoes of CQL that we see in YGY. most likely because this was filmed in Hengdian as well. and Shiying really looks like he will fit right in to Gusu Lan. There are already 2 hot search tags for that comparison/parallel ( 7/3/2023 )

While I can’t fault people for noticing and i agree that it sets the scene for interesting edits in the future, I feel that this kind of topic is prone to being misunderstood and may be used by Antis. These are two different stories. Shiying is not WWX. The way GG acts as Shiying is different from WWX. I would hate for passerby to have the impression that GG can only act a certain way in costume dramas.

but shiying and lwj as friends is my headcanon now. no one can stop me.

• going by the shiying x lwj parallel, here they are in a 2019 interview where wyb says he hopes that ZZ will play a role that is contrasting to WWX. and well it came true, it’s Shiying.

( no but this is so funny, he was once wwx who was silenced. and now he plays a role that can use a silencing spell 😂😂😂 )

• not really a cpn but a fact. i always say this — they have the same values and that’s why they get a long. they also take their careers as actors seriously. they are not idols who decided it’s cool to be an actor and just go along with their traffic. nope. they wanna deliver the best. the parallel between btf and ygy scene wherein the bts scenes emphasized an incident where they both were asking to do one more take. they want to have the perfect shot and it doesn’t matter how tiring it is.

• and my fave, interpreting old candies in a new way. this post from way back of an umbrella have always been linked by the fandom to shiying ☂️

The use of 23 ( Ai Zhan ) the 3 “Go” and emoticons are also 3 ( Zhan Zhan ). The shooting time of YGY started from 20210329 so this day fits the timeline.

What’s more interesting is that the umbrella is in the bucket with water. Is it implying the bathing scene of Shiying? And it happened that WYB allegedly went to visit the set again at that time, because in the fake material room on 6.27, LRLG said very clearly, "Go back to Mr. Wang to pack things" and the conversation between the two also said "I'll be with you when it rains" Have a meal"! And "God also wants to eat" isn't it a clear reference to our great priest shi ying?

sources: one / two / three / four

END.

[gay-dorito-dust]

You’ve been in a slump as of late and it was never pretty for the longer the feeling lingered over your head like a storm cloud, you found yourself beginning to pull away from your beloved friend group; Kiara, JJ, Pope and John B. Which was a shame, really, as they were a massive source of escapism for you to push aside even the most unsavoury of thoughts; but even they could only help you to procrastinate after a certain amount before you were forced to be alone to confront those very same thoughts you’ve suppressed that came back with malice.

So for the past week after a certain time of day you’d come down to the docks that laid just beyond your backyard, sit close to the edge and allow your feet to dangle dangerously above the water, skimming the surface almost teasingly as you’d gaze would be affixed with a blank stare that wandering off elsewhere from reality wearing nothing more then a hoodie and summer shorts combo; Despite hearing the sound of the Outer Banks settle down for the long night ahead, you never felt more physically and mentally and emotionally tired as you did from having to put up a facade for so long.

You could barely be motivated to get out of bed in the mornings, brush your teeth, maintain a basic hygiene routine, change clothes, eat; you just couldn’t do anything like you use to. Your mind was both unbearably quite but unreasonably restless and loud all at once that it was hard to distinguish what was a thought of your own creation or a remnant of an past memory that didn’t end particularly well. Even now you could feel your eyes threaten to close but not out of a necessity for sleep but more so for rest from the fatigue you’ve suffered for so long. You felt the fatigue run deep within the muscles of your limbs as they hung pathetically without out life nor will to move even an inch; almost like they were turning to stone, and you a statue.

You must’ve been lost within the vast yet cramped space that was your mind because the sound of a text notification managed to pull you out of your stupor as you made your arm reach into the pocket and fish it out to read the text of which read;

John B

U alright?

You stared blankly at your phone screen as you read and re-read the message again and again as though your brain had yet to understand the text before huffing out a sigh and responding shortly with an ‘yh.’ Hoping for the conversation to be left at that and were about to put your phone back into your pocket; only for another text notification from John B to pop up.

John B

I call bull, you’ve been avoiding us for the past week, not reaching out to us and cussing us to panic about whether or not your dead in a ditch somewhere.

You

Obviously, I’m fine. You can stop worrying about me now and leave me be.

Harsh but you just didn’t want John B to waste his efforts in helping you because you’ve tried and failed so your expectations for someone else being able in getting you out of your stupor were slim to none. Just as you were about to pocket your phone for a second time, another text blinked on screen;

John B

Too late stubborn ass, you’ve worried me enough as you have and I’m coming over.

Seeing that you’ve lost this battle, you refrained from responding and instead pocketed your phone in defeat as you went back to staring out at nothing in particular, inhaling deeply and exhaling just as quickly, cursing John B for his tenacity in wanting to help whilst also condemning yourself for not seeing this outcome ahead of time. Whether or not help was what you wanted or needed, John B would always force his way into being of help; ignoring all signs that told him that you’d rather he not waste his time and effort but as previously stated, the bastard man was stubbornly tenacious.

So instead of continuing to dwell on your disappointment of everything you did and remained obediently sat on the docks, awaiting John B’s inevitable arrival with begrudging acceptance.Which turned out to be not as much of a wait as you hoped it would be for as soon as he arrived, John B made himself comfortable on the dock next to you, allowing his legs to dangle over the edge next to yours above the surface; briefly brushing against one another at the oddest of times. “You still alive over there?” He asked, to which out of context would be considered odd but it was a question he’d ask you whenever your quietness began to concern him or when he felt like starting up a conversation with you.

“As alive as one could possibly be.” You replied with your usual response but you could tell from the look on John B’s face that he didn’t believe you but decided upon not calling you out on it as even your own delusions of being alright couldn’t shield you from the harsh truth that you were far from being alright; already accepting and making your peace with the fact that you might never go back to being alright. After all the first step to healing was acceptance to there being something wrong in the first place. “You’re looking pretty dead in all fairness.” John B said, glancing at you sideways as you performed a measly shrug of the shoulders, “I appreciate the compliment, I take great pride in looking dead.”

John B scoffed, already having expected this sort of reaction from you, “well it’s worrying everyone that cares about you.”

“And like I told you earlier, I’m none of your responsibility. I’m not a charity case you’ve taken pity on because it make you look the better person in comparison.” You snapped, irritated, “so you can shove that pity party shit right up your arse.”

“That’s not it!” John B said incredulously.“That’s not it at all! Don’t try and out words in my mouth when all I’ve been trying to do is help you-“ “well maybe I don’t want help!” You exclaimed, abruptly cutting him off after having heard enough. “Maybe I’m not worth helping.” You added a lot softer this time after a moment of silence spent staring at one another, trying to read the others thoughts as though you’d develop telepathy all within the span of one night; which would’ve been a plausible plot for a comic book but this wasn’t a comic book.

“Why would you think that?” John B asked and once again you shrugged. “I don’t know, I just don’t see myself worth the help being offered.” You began. “I’ve tried avoiding to accept the possibility that I wasn’t okay, that I wasn’t alright by pretending like I wasn’t some cracked porcelain vase on the verge of total collapse. When all I’ve done was further the cracks on the vase and John I’m-“ you had to stop yourself to swallow the lump in your throat and even out your breathing.

“I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of pretending that I’m not but I am.” You croaked, feeling both better and worse for getting the thing that ailed you off your chest as John B wordlessly pulled you against his chest, running his hand up and down your back whilst his other ran patterns into the back of your hand. “Im so fucking exhausted John and I’m done thinking that I’ll get better because honestly, I don’t think I’m going to get better, not like how I use to be.” You admitted, leaning against his warm chest like a frightened little lamb in order to feel something other then the unforgiving bite of cold nightfall.

“You’re right, you may never be as how you use to be.” John B started. “but that isn’t always necessarily a bad thing. It can bring about a lot of good if you allow it to but that can be hard to achieve, as it feels as though you’ve completely shed the persona you’ve made in order to fill voids or cover the aspects of yourself; that you have been groomed into hating and or becoming ashamed of because they go against what society deems as socially acceptable and or romantically desirable; To which -I say- is utter bullshit.” He says as he brings you in closer, draping your legs over his lap so he could essentially cradle you protectively.

“You may not like to think of what lies ahead of you now but all I can promise you is that I’ll be there by your side through it all and show you that it’s not all that scary. This new you is an opportunity to reinvent yourself, reintroduce yourself as someone who you can be unabashedly proud of and wear that pride about like a badge because I’m sure as hell proud of you for putting in the work in coming to your acceptance that your human. So damn proud.” He whispered whilst pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you buried your face into his shirt as to soak the tears that began springing forth from your eyes, chocking back a whimper.

“I’m always so damn proud of you, always. I just wished you could lean on me like you are right now.” John B adds. “While it’s important to be independent but it’s just as important to be dependent on others in times of need. I’m here for you, JJ is here for you, Kie, Pope, they’re here for you too! Just.” John B paused to rest his head atop of yours. “Just don’t go ghosting us again, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied softly, taking this as an opportunity to finally be weak in the arms of someone you hold so dearly.

[imagintheworldaway]

Assistant

A/N this is a little longer than i intended and a bit of a roller coaster but i hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. 

Warnings: Nah, stressed reader a bit?? 

Requests: Open :)

It was mid morning and I was late as hell. I was balancing my bag, a folder full of notes, legal documents and potential lyrics as well as a bag of food and coffees whilst trying to navigate my way down the busy streets of London. I glanced at my reflection in a window as I stood and waited for the traffic to clear and cross the road. “Fuck” i whispered to myself. My clothes were already dishevelled and my hair looked like I had been head banging for the past four hours. 

I finally got to the studio, sending a weary smile to  the receptionists, who looked at me sympathetically before calling the lift. “Don’t worry they’ve only just got here” one of the girls shouted after me as i entered the lift. “Thank you '' I called over my shoulder, her statement doing nothing to reassure me. I waited impatiently as the lift shot up, tapping my foot, my knuckles turning white from holding the array of clutter in my arms for so long. “Here she is!” the studio manager announced to everyone, causing all eyes to fall on me. Freddie was messing around on the decks, Brian was furiously scribbling on a notepad, John was watching meticulously over Brian's shoulder muttering notes and humming tunes and Roger, well he was laying on the sofa smoking a cigarette and just observing the others. 

“I am so sorry” I breathed out, throwing the folders down. I walked around the room handing out the drinks, thankfully I had the hindsight to write their initials on each one, probably the only smart thing I had done this morning. “It’s ok darling, we were just dying of thirst” Freddie quipped with a smirk as I shot him an apologetic look. “Don't mind him, he's in one of his moods” Brian whispered as I handed him his cup. I mouthed a thank you before sitting on the stool in the corner and sifting through the different sections, un-clipping different notes to have them ready for when Freddie demanded them. 

I took a deep breath as I settled into the seat and everyone concentrated on whatever they were doing before I got there. “Hey Y/N can i have the notes from last Thursday?” Brian said nonchalantly, chewing on his pen with his brow furrowed. “Yh here” I smiled handing over the sheets, him instantly flicking through them as I sat back down. “You look tired” Roger whispered, lifting his head so he could look at me from his position on the sofa. “Is it that obvious?” I whispered back with a faint smile. “Yh, when you’re tired you always gaze off into space” Roger shrugged, sitting up so that he was now at my eye level. “Neighbours again?” he asked, sipping his coffee. “Yh, i know it's nice having a baby and everything, but the screaming at four in the morning is really getting old” i said tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, thankful someone would let me vent about the situation. 

I loved where I lived and my life, but my new neighbours had just had a new baby, which is amazing, and she is the cutest thing ever, but this girl has mental lungs. “Sucks, this is why you need an actual house” Roger said, we had had this conversation a million times. Him asking about my neighbours, me telling him about the noise, him saying i needed to move, me explaining i could only move if his band paid me more, him laughing it off and that's the end of it. 

“I’m not having this conversation again Rog” I smiled sadly, turning to distract myself with the notes. “You cannot keep living like this” he muttered, worry lacing his voice. I was about to respond until Freddie beckoned Roger. He placed a hand on my shoulder before walking over to the singer. 

I watched band practice for about three hours before I started becoming irritable, as fun as it was that the room was so small and listening to the same three notes over and over again became very overwhelming. I caught Roger's gaze and he subtly nodded his head towards the door. I just smiled, grabbing my jacket and slipping out of the room and down the corridor to the fire escape. The crisp London air blew past me as i lean on the railing. I waited a minute or so before I heard the door go again. “Hey” I sighed, as I heard the click of a lighter. “You look even more miserable than this morning,” Roger commented as he sat on the steel steps and looked up at me, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I love how nice you are to me” I smirked, casting my gaze to meet him. “Hey someone has to keep you humble” he said with a goofy grin. I just rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself. “Well you’re definitely doing a good job of it” I sighed, sitting on the metal platform, leaning my back against the bars which held up the railing. “Wanna go early? I can tell the guys you're ill?” Roger suggested as I played with my hands. “Kind of counterproductive” I shrugged, biting my lip as I chipped away at my nail polish. 

We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the only noise coming from the streets of London alongside the crackling of the cigarette every time Roger took a drag. “You know Y/N, if you need help..” Roger started to insinuate. I snapped my head up and sent him a death glare. “Rog, i love you guys, but i don't need any help, you guys are my bosses, i cater to your needs, not the other way around” i rambled on nor folding my arms across my chest. Roger just sighed as stubbed out his cigarette and threw it over the edge. “You’re so stubborn” Roger huffed, standing up, holding his hand out to me. “Once again, you're so lovely” I smirked, taking his hand as he pulled me up. I watched as Roger went to speak again. “I’m fine, I promise” I said quickly, opening the door, beckoning him to follow me. 

The rest of practice went slowly. I kept catching Roger shooting worried glances over to me, which I just returned with a mundane look before looking away. It was nice that he cared. It was nice that they all cared. But they were big rock stars and I was just their little assistant in the background. It was sweet that he wanted to help but then I would be in his debt, which didn't sound too bad but the guilt would follow me every time we were in the same room. 

I was jotting down some notes, mainly about some upcoming meetings so I didn't forget when I noticed the time. Shit it was 4:30, I had to go and pick up the album prints at five and it was all the way across town. I started shuffling everything together, stuffing it back in the folders before slipping my jacket on. “I have to go and pick up the album cover designs, i will see you guys tomorrow” i said hurriedly sending a quick smile and wave before hurrying out the door. 

Rogers POV - 

“Ok Rog, she's gone, you can stop staring” John huffed as he nudged my rips. “What? I have no idea what you’re talking about '' I mumbled, not even looking at my band mate, instead casting my eyes down to the notepad in front of the two of us. “Maybe she should stop coming to practise,” John huffed, his irritation evident in his tone. I looked up at him and furrowed my brows. Why would he say that? I went to go and speak before Brian decided to join the conversation. “I think you’re right, Roger, whenever she's here you can't seem to concentrate for more than five minutes, maybe we should give her the rest of the week off, we do have a deadline to meet.” he shrugged, sitting on the stool Y/N had previously occupied. I instantly shook my head, ready to argue on her behalf. “She needs the money, you have no idea what she's going through” I huffed, crossing my arms and standing up, not wanting to be near the two men.  “Oh we do, it's all you talk about” Freddie now chimed in, getting annoyed with our arguing. “Oh fuck off do i” i said my own anger bubbling now, my tone a lot harsher than i realised, looking at each of the guys. “Roger, you either talk about how good she is or what issues she's facing, and as much as i sympathise, i really do, we also have shit we need to get done” Freddie lectured me for a moment. Was it really that obvious? Did i really talk about her that much, did she ever notice this?

“Maybe just ask her out mate” Brian stated, taking me out of my thoughts. I just scoffed at this. “Maybe just ruin our friendship if she says no and then she would never want to talk to me again?” I spat back at him. There was no way she liked me, she just saw me as her boss and that was it. “Let's just finish this song” I said as the silence became unbearable. “Mate, just talk to her,” John said before I went into the booth. I just ignored him, signalling that I never wanted this conversation to happen ever again. 

As I was at my stool I just thought about what the guys had said. Maybe they were right. But what if they weren’t? What if she just saw me as a friend and nothing more, I couldn't bear not seeing her everyday. 

Readers POV - 

I was actually on time today. I had pre packed my bag last night, the prints had come out amazing and I couldn't wait to show the boys. The coffee shop was dead, and the barista had remembered the day before's order so the coffees were quick, it was an outrageously sunny day and everything was falling in place. I was one street away from the studio when I heard my name being called. I looked over my shoulder and saw a blonde bush bound towards me. “Hey let me help you” Roger smiled at me, slinging my bag over his shoulder before I could protest. “Shit you carry this every day? Its fucking heavy” he laughed as he walked next to me towards the studio. “Yeah, it sucks, but I never know what you will need” I giggled as he opened the door for me. I mouthed a thankyou as I turned and smiled at the girls at reception. 

“How come you’re so late?” I asked as we both stepped into the lift. “Nice morning i wanted to enjoy it before being cooped up in here all day” Roger shrugged as he looked down at me. “That's sweet,” I sighed, looking back at him, meeting his gaze. I felt a warmth start to bubble in my stomach, turning away quickly before he had the chance to notice the slight pink that had crept onto my cheeks. Roger cleared his throat, breaking the silence in the small room. “Sleep well then?” he said out of nowhere. “Oh yeah, i think they are away, best night i have had in so long, i feel so good” i said shyly, daring myself to look back and see that Roger had never averted his gaze. “I can tell, you look good, not that you don't always look good, but today you just look, well amazing” he stumbled over his words. The ding of the lift took us out of the moment as the doors opened and we could hear the boys down the other end of the corridor. “Best get to work” Roger sighed, stepping away first. I followed him like a lost puppy into the studio. 

“Hello you two” Freddie acknowledged our presence as Roger put my bag down and I handed out the drinks. “Starting to wonder what you were getting up to” He added, causing a light blush to stain my cheeks, not daring to look back at Roger. “Oh i have the prints” i diverted the attention as i handed out the papers to the boys, which luckily caused a welcome distraction. 

Today felt different. I caught myself stealing glances of the drummer, and whenever I looked he was returning the gesture. I knew it was a dangerous game I was playing, Roger was known to be a heartbreaker, but it was easy to see why the groupies loved him so much. He was attractive, funny, caring, and he listened to me and all my silly little complaints. Shit i think I fancied Roger. “Y/N” someone shouted, breaking me from my thoughts. I hummed a response and looked at the studio manager who was beckoning me. 

“Are you going to go and get us lunch or not?” he said through gritted teeth. Oh god I need to really work on my time keeping skills. “Yes I'm sorry” I whispered, grabbing my spare bag and a note with everyone's orders on it. I went to press the lift when I heard footsteps behind me. “I’ll come with” Rogers unmistakable voice said, now standing next to me. “Oh no no, honestly, it's fine,” I said awkwardly, waving the little piece of paper. “Honestly I need a break” Roger shrugged stepping into the lift. I just rolled my eyes following him. 

We walked in a comfortable silence all the way to the little sandwich shop I went to almost every day for the boys. Once I had placed the order I joined Roger at a table in the corner. “You really didn't have to come” I smiled sitting down opposite him. “Thought you could use the company” he said with a goofy grin making me giggle. “Also i wanted to talk to you, alone” he said, leaning his arms on the table, fidgeting with his fingers. “Oh god you’re not firing me are you?” I joked, meeting his eyes and realised he wasn't joking at all. “You’re not are you?” I whispered, a pang in my stomach causing nerves to encase me. The silence seemed to last forever. “Oh god no, sorry” Roger said suddenly, causing my nerves to subside momentarily. “Then what is it?” I asked, searching his eyes for answers. “I worry about you Y/N” he started. “Roger, I've told you we aren't having this conversation again” I said, slightly irritated. “Please let me finish” he almost asked as he reached a hand out, placing it on top of my own. I took my own shaky breath, as the simple touch made me feel nervous all over again. “I worry because I care about you Y/N” his words spun around my head as my breath hitched in my throat. “I care about you so fucking much, i want you to be so happy, and i want to be the one who makes he happy” he confessed almost sheepishly. “I don't want to be that womaniser they write about in the magazines, i want you to know that everyday, just seeing you makes me so happy, and i only want you” the confession continued. I felt the butterflies in my stomach start going off in a frenzy, i didn't know what to say, this is the most sincere and rawest i had seen the drummer ever. “Please say something” Roger asked me, his grip on my hand never faltering. I blinked myself out of the trance, praying this isn't some silly daydream, but no it was all real. “You’re so goofy” I giggled, leaning forward, making the first move and crashing my lips against his own. I could have stayed in the moment forever. His soft lips melding perfectly with mine, his spare hand cupping my cheek as I lean across the table. “Order 34” a shriek said, pulling us from our own personal bliss. 

“So wanna get a drink sometime?” Roger smirked as I picked up the order. “Haha yes you idiot” I giggled as he wrapped an arm around me and we made our way back to the studio in our own personal bliss.

[mintymelty]

YHS Rewrite/Redesign: Senpai/Kai

IGNORE THE AWKWARD POSE i’m kinda in an art slump rn but I finally got around to redesigning Kai! I made him half african american and half japanese because the og cast is… kinda lacking in skin-color diversity and his background will play a role with his relationship to YOU KNOW WHO.

Kai (full name Kai Nakamura) is a quiet Sophomore who usually keeps his head down and is unremarkable for the most part. Well, would be unremarkable if not for his tendency to do favors for other people. He basically is incapable of telling anyone ‘no’ if he thinks he owes them something, which leaves him in trouble for fraternizing with the more unscrupulous students of Yamada High.

Thankfully, he seems to have a ‘guardian angel’ of sorts, who, after ‘conversing’ with his bullies, seem to get him off his back- or off the face of the earth. Unluckily for him, this guardian ‘angel’ took it too far this time and straight up took someone off the census. Over the events of YHS: A Serialization he’s pinned as the main suspect and has to work with Kat and Co. to prove his innocence and reveal the true culprit.

His face. I know it looks awkward, but i edited it the best i could. He has mono lids, btw. I wanted a kind of passive but tired look for him. Once again I need to practice drawing and rendering textured hair but I think i did an ok job.

YHS: A Serialization should be updated this saturday if all goes to plan. If not, then next week. Thank you for sticking around and supporting my fan recreation! No hate to the original web series BTW I’m just changing some designs to add diversity and to give different characters different backgrounds. But all hate to yandev’s groomer ass. I’m turning your self insert into an actual character (hopefully) worthy of being simped over.

[theoculus124]

Hellooooo Theo :))) ily

also I think I’m just starting to catch on that some of my stuff are stims? ESPECIALLY hand flapping. When I’m nervous/scared/anxious I’ll start rocking or swaying back and forth, and when I’m happy I start flapping my hands. People get really weirded out 😭 but I didn’t realize until recently there might be a name, not just a weird habit?

SAME, but you're not weird you're apart of the neurodivergent family <333

But yh omg I forgot about the rocking and yk what I once told a counsellor about it and instead of being helpful and being like "people shouldn't judge you for stimming" she said people will judge me for rocking back and forth because that's what babies do...But then again she's the same counsellor who told me to go back to her when I felt happier sooooo

WE CAN FLAP, ROCK TOGETHER <333

Also ILYSM <333

U ALSO HAVE FOOD, WATER AND A NAP IF YOU'RE TIRED

ty for being the way u are Ari <333 U've made me (and plenty of others) smile countless times <33333

[glamorous-glitter]

burns me alive when i see ppl hating Bayo 3 because of the Bayo/Luka ship. kinda tells me either ur 15 and didn’t play 1, or ur just deliberately ignoring bisexuals exist :/

“she had more dynamic with Jeanne” yh and she also had a lot of moments with Luka, fym!!! so irritating >:(

editing to say: Yes mfs are arguing about it, you not seeing it is probably a god-send. No, I don’t ship BayoLuka but it’s still decent enough, even if Luka doesn’t have as much characterization as the others.

This was supposed to vent my frustrations with people believing Bayo was a confirmed lesbian and believing they were somehow robbed of that with Bayo 3’s canon of BayoLuka, when at most she’d be bi given her flirts with Luka and let’s be honest, when would Nintendo ever greenlight a lesbian character?

Pls stop being obtuse, im so tired of y’all patting each other on the back saying “ooh Luka doesn’t have charm, dadada” like. I’m AWARE, we played the same mf game >:/

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

imagine John B trying to do a bet with the pogues of who can last the longest for No Nut November

No Nut November

Summary - John B makes a bet for not cumming in November, will you win or loose?

Warnings - Smut (Unprotected sex, Degraded language, hair pulling, Praise kink, Breeding kink, teasing, Marking, Daddy kink)

A/N - Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! Much appreciation to the love and support.. I’ve definitely went over board on this one, to the point where my phone is lagging.. really bad!!

Word Count - 5400+

It was first of November, a day to be hung over and Miserable.. John B effortlessly got up tapping JJ, “You gonna get up man?” “I can’t walk,” he groans, on his stomach.

“Good morning, rise and shine! Fuckers, pogue meeting after you all wake up,” John B shouts around the chateau, “It’s too, early for you to be screaming,” You mumble, tired.

“Says you,” John B grins, you shake your head, “That is different,” he wraps his arms around you, giving you a kiss, “Of course, Pretty Princess,” You stuck your tongues out, teasing John B until he took your tongue into his mouth.

“For the last time stop making out in the room,” Pope yelled, “Yh, guys! We all know how Pope’s virgin eyes can’t take it,” JJ smirks, earning a punch to his gut, “How,” Groaning, “Sorry, Man,” Pope Apologises, “Nah, I’m kidding, you throw a weak punch,” JJ slaps his back.

“Alright, is everyone up?” John B asks, ignoring Pope’s comments, “What is this early meeting about?” Kie raises her eyebrows, “As you know, it’s 1st of November, which means no cumming,” John B looks at everyone’s. Expression, “Ah, Man! I can’t last a whole month, I’ve got girls to please,” JJ whines, “Ah, Ah, Ah but we are going to do a bet, who can last the longest gets 250 dollars,”

“That is so low, not cumming a whole month for 250?” Kie shook her head, frowning, “Hey, I’m not that rich,” John B grins, “She just said that so she can win..” JJ rolls his eyes, “I for one, am going to win,”

“In your dreams Maybank,” You scoff, laughing with Kie, “Oh Yh, well we all know that You and John B can’t keep your hands off of each other,” JJ throws back, “I don’t care,” You shrug, letting John B embrace you for a hug.

“Guys, let’s calm down,” Pope intervened before the hot head could respond again, “How about a boat day?” He suggests, “There are calm waters out there, dude,” John B smirks, doing the handshake with Pope.

“It’s settled, No cumming or else you're out,” John B announces, you all shake on the bet.

“Come on JJ, follow the Juice box,” Kiara waves the beers in the air, in front of his view, “I’m coming,” JJ grins, pulling his hat back on backwards.

A few hours later, Your drunk with the pogues on the boat.

“Never have I ever, had sex in the Twinkie,” You took a sip with John B, “Of course you two have,” Kie laughs, JJ took a mouth fall too, “What? It’s my van,” John B questions to Kiara’s funny stare at him, “Apparently my best friend did too,”

“Bros for life, my brother,” JJ nods to John B, doing a quick handshake, “Never have I ever, fucked a kook,” Kie playfully teases, “These are all going to be aimed at us, John B!” Youwhisper, leaning into his shoulder, “Yh, don’t we know it,” he drank his drink.

“Never have I ever worked for my girlfriend’s dad,” Pope tries to be smart, “Oh right guys, now you are taking the piss,” John B rolls his eyes, laughing, “Yh, don’t we know it,” You mocked him, laughing harder.

“Not my fault that Y/N took my breath away,” John B grins, “More like took my virginity,” You hiccuped, the pogues never heard you as your hiccup was really loud.

“Never have I ever had oral sex,” JJ teases, everyone takes a drink except Pope, “You guys are the worst,” He mumbles, “But you love us,” Kie mentions, putting her arm around him, “Unfortunately,”

“It’s getting pretty dark, we should head back to the chateau,” You yawned, “Is someone, sleepy?” John B teases, “Yes, that’s all we are doing in the bed, Routledge,” You clarified, “Of course, I can still give you your cuddles, babe,” He smirks, you push his face away, playfully.

“Someone is grumpy,” John B mumbles, “I just want to be in your bed,” you mumble, “John B, I say you're going to lose your own bet in a day,” JJ chimes in, “Not like that, Get your head out of the gutter JJ!” You narrow your eyes at him, he puts his hands up, “Just saying,”

“It is getting pretty late, My pops going to kill me if I’m not back at curfew!” Pope widens his eyes, remembering what happened last time, “I’m not cleaning the whole shop again, by myself,” he shook his head.

John B drives back through the marsh to the chateau, everyone hops out of the boat. Kaira goes in her car to give pope a lift home, reason being her parents called. Needing to come home for a few days, apparently family bonding.

JJ crashes on the couch for the 9th night in a row, no sign of speaking to dad again until weeks later. You and John B snuggle in bed, thinking that this bet is going to be easy..

That was two weeks ago.. John B is resisting the urge to grab his girth and put it inside your tight, little pussy. He sees you wearing his favourite panties on you, wiggling your ass in his face to tease him. Full well Knowing, what it does to her boyfriend’s cock.

“Fuck,” John B groans, just before grabbing a beer laying down on the hammock, “Hey, babe,” You run laying beside him, a few minutes later, “Hey, Princess,” He closes his eyes, hanging an arm around your waist to relax, trying so hard not think about cumming.

John B honestly, wants to win but wants to cum in your pussy so bad!

You trail your hands up his abs to his chest, “That’s it, you little slut!” John B flips you over on the hammock as you gasped, “I’ve had enough of you teasing me, if you want to cum and lose the bet that is on you,” He whispers, “However, If you do.. then everyone is going to hear how slutty you truly are for me,” John B growls in your ear, having no intention of fucking you “You understand, Princess?”

“Yh,” You whimper, John B lets you out of his grasp, “So what is it going to be?” He hums to you, “Going to be a good girl, no cummimg,” You sigh, clenching your thighs as you pout, “Damn, right, your going to be a good girl.. for me,” Repositioning himself on the hammock, your now laying on his chest as he strokes your hair, “Such a good girl,” John B kisses your forehead.

“Going to give up? John B and Y/N,” JJ grins, watching you guys battle it out on the hammock, “No, never,” You stick your tongue out, “We have more self control than you, Maybank,”

“Damn right you do,” JJ openly admits, “I’ve already lost the bet,” he mumbles looking down, hands in his pockets as he sits beside you two.

“No surprise, J,” John B sits up on the hammock, pats his back, “How far did you go? Without fucking a touron,” He teases, “surprisingly, a whole week and 6 days,” JJ grins proud of himself, “Good job, Man,” John B does a handshake with him, “I’m proud of you, J,” You boost him up, hugging him, “Thanks guys, Good luck your going to need it,” JJ smiles.

You walk inside with John B to get a beer from the fridge, “I’m hoping my balls don’t go blue,” John B teases, looking at you “They are so.. going to turn blue!” You tease back, kissing him.

“As long as I have your kisses and cuddles, Princess,” John B pets your head, gulping down his beer, “Of course, Baby,” not daring to call him baby boy because that will.. blow his lid off.

“After we win this bet, I’m going to fuck you on every surface in the chateau,” John B grins in your ear, “I Will believe it when I see it, Routledge,” You playfully, tease him, you stand on your tippy toes to kiss his lips, “Oh don’t you worry, Princess, you can count on me,” He winks, “Your not going to be saying that when I deny you to cum,” John B walks away from your clenching thighs, smirking, “You son of a B..”

“Y/N I brought beer, come we are hanging out in the hot tube tonight,” Kie grins, taking your wrist.. leading you to JJ and pope, “Have you and John B, lost yet?” JJ teases, “Says the one, who already lost the bet, Maybank,” You grin back, knowing how to get him back with his sarcastic Ways.

“What have you.. lost already?” Pope gasped, “Holy water,” he mumbles, “Drunk sex, with this hot chick,” JJ drinks his beer like it’s not a big deal, “What happened?” Kie made a disapproving face at her friend, “Couldn’t resist..” JJ shrugs, “And that’s JJ Maybank for you,” John B steps in the tube, bringing an arm around you.

“Here, Man,” JJ passes a beer to John B, “Cheers,” they clung their bottles together, “It was way worthwhile, if I do say so myself,” JJ smirks, Kie slaps him on his head, “Ow, what was that for?” He rubbed his head, “For breaking the bet so early, plus neither of us wants to hear about your hook ups,” Kie shook her head.

“I’m going to pretend, I didn’t hear that,” Pope mumbles to his friend, “Aw, come on man, lighten up,” JJ hung onto pope, “Maybe I will after November,” Pope mumbles, downing his beer, “I think we all are going to, except for JJ here,” John B nudges his shoulder, teasing him.

You and Kie just watch amused at the three guys you called family, “Why do we hang out with them,” Kie mumbles, “I don’t know, one of them even got to be my boyfriend,” You whisper, “Yh, how the fuck did John B get you?” She asked, confused, “I tell myself the same thing,” You giggle.

You reach out to turn the bubbles on the hot tube, deciding the boys needed to calm down, “Bubbles,” John B grins, lifting you up, “John B! Put me down,” you squeal, “Never, I’ll protect you,” JJ looks around for another beer from the box, Kie and Pope having their own conversation.

“Good going, Y/N,” Kie teases, “That only made him more hyper,” Pope laughs, “No, shit! He looks high,” JJ sat back down in the water, “John B, calm down! In front of our friends, Really?” You whisper the last part, looking down at his problem, you release he’s distracting himself not to lose the bet.

“Is he ok? Y/N,” Kiara asked, concerned, “Yep, perfectly fine,” You gritted your teeth, John B clinging onto you, “Yes, Really,” John B whispers back to answer your previous question, as Kiara turns her attention back on Pope and JJ, “I can’t help it, the way you look in your skimpy bikini,” His fingers trailing your hips, “Cover up, Princess,” He growls.

JJ notices his actions, “Are you sure?.. you are good, Man,” he teases, knowing full well how Kiara and Pope are oblivious at John B’s frustration, “Yes, perfectly fine,” John B replies, giving a tight lipped smile as he drinks his beer with his other arm tightening his grip around your midriff.

John B May look like a softie but boy he is territorial, he knows JJ is just teasing, playing mind games if you will. However, right now John B doesn't have the patience to keep up with those games. Pope looks to Kiara as tensions are set higher, “Guys, let’s relax and no more bickering,” You bite your lip, nervously to see them back down.

“I am relax,” John B buries his head into your shoulder, you can still feel his Erection against your thigh but don’t say anything else, “Same,” JJ smiles, taking another drink of his beer, “Good,” You breath out, holding onto John B’s strong, toned arms to ground him with your touch for comfort.

JJ goes back to his conversation with Kiara and Pope, John B is currently peppering kisses on your shoulders and up to your neck. The bubbles has stopped making John B sink into you more as your the only distraction there is to coming.

“Hey, Kie,” You hung your other arm around her, “Hey,” she comes closer, “Looks like someone is clingy,” Suggesting to John B, he is talking to Pope and JJ, not listening to you and Kie, “Yep,” You grinned, wildly. “Another, Beer?” She holds out, “Of course,” You pop off the lid, taking a sip, “I only had one so far, unlike other people,” You rat the boys out, except Pope he mostly is a smart boy.

“The turtles are so fascinating, I could live with them..” Kie gushed, “Their cute little shells,” She pouts to you, “I totally agree, Kie,” You smile, “I’m going to be a turtle in the after life,” You laugh at kiara’s words, “Duh, You wouldn’t be any other animal,” You teased, rolling your eyes, playfully.

“Ooo, are we talking about the turtles,” JJ swims over to Kie, hanging his arm around her, “JJ if your going to tease, you can get out,” Kie crosses her arms, “I’m not teasing,” He winks, she laughs taking her sunglasses off to put on him, “I guess, you can talk about turtles with me and Y/N/N,”

“Yay, Come to think of it.. you are a turtle Kie.. a self loving creature, who knows how to ride the waves with me,” JJ teases, “What did I say about teasing, Jay,” Kiara narrows her eyes coming closer to him, “Alright, alright.. relax, you are my fave turtle babe,” JJ winks again, surrendering his hands up to her.

“You are a real friend, Maybank,” You giggled to him, “Always to you guys, Your family to me,” JJ admits, remembering the reason why he got this hot tube in the first place.. Kie and then Pope hugged him and he is so grateful for it, “You are too, J,” Kie Resures to him, “To all of us,” you confirmed, “Yh, man,” John B and Pope nodded, coming out of their convo to listen.

“Are you going soft on us, Maybank?” Kiara teased, laughing, “Certainly not, ma’am,” JJ scoffs, “You know me I’m a hot head,” John B and Pope bring their arms around him, “That’s our boy,” they laughed, smiling with JJ.

A few days later, it’s movie night round the chateau, you snuggle into John B, “Babe, You keep teasing.. you’re going to be in my bed alone, right now!” He growls into your ear, “I’m not letting you tease me, I’m actually determined to win this bet, Y/N,” You giggle, not listening to his words as you move your ass on his growing cock.

“Are you ok, guys?” Kiara asks as she crunches on another pop tarts, “Yh, you been acting weird.. the past hour,” JJ scoffs, munching on chips, “JJ, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Kie rolls her eyes, playfully looking back at you, “Yh, we are fine,” You breath out, giving your best smile as John B grabs your hips to push your ass of him.

“Seems like it,” Pope snorts, not taking his eyes off of the television.

“Right, that's it!” John B not so discreetly shouts, standing up to throw you over his shoulder, while everyone is watching, “If you're not going to be a good girl, you're going in time out!” He tells you loud enough for the pogues to hear.

“Oh damn, Y/N,” JJ teases, “Someone made Bree, mad!” He laughs with a shit eating grin, you flip him the bird as John B carries you past him, “Have fun,” Kiara waved at you, if death glares could kill, she would be 12ft under the ground.

“Wasn’t expecting that,” Pope mutters, “You didn’t even watch, Man.. you was Watching the movie,” JJ says confused, “I’ve got ears, plus there is a thing called peripheral vision, JJ,” Pope laughs, “I did watch them a bit,” he muttered.

“Guys, hush,” Kie tells them, seeing John B walk into the room, sitting down on the couch. “What did you do to her?” Kiara asked, curiously, “Just locked the door,” John B replies, stuffing lucky charms in his mouth, “If she wants to be a brat, then so be it.. I will teach her a lesson,” he smirks.

“She sounds pretty mad,” Pope mumbles looking back at John B’s door, “Trust me, Y/N will be fine,” John B resures, “Are you finished, shouting sweetheart?”

“No, not until you let me out,” You shout, banging behind the door, John B sighs going to the door, “Babe, you thought it was funny to tease.. I told you no, are you going to be a good girl now?” He asks you, closing his eyes against the door, “I know your pouting the other side, you want me to hold you and I want to hold you too, Princess,”

“Fine, I’m sorry.. I teased you, I won’t do it again,” You muttered, “Or at least not tonight,” John B opens the door, “Awe is my baby pouting?” He teases, you smack his chest, “Shut up,” You hug him, taking his arm to the couch.

“Cool, your back.. it’s hard work being the only girl with three guys,” Kiara teases, hugging you, “I was literally gone for 5-10 minutes, Kie,” you laughed, “Yh, that’s long enough,” She laughs, “Hey, we aren’t that bad!” JJ scoffs, Pope nodding, “Mm, are you sure about that?” You tease, more.

“As for you, Mr Routledge,” You narrow your eyes on him, “Hey, karma is a Bitch,” John B smiles with a side nod, high fixing JJ, “Totally, agree,” Pope nods, “I’m stealing Y/N away from you,” Kiara giggle, You stuck your tongues out with Kie to John B, “Nooo,” he whines, “Come here you big baby,” You open your arms to him as he sits next to you, Kie still beside you.

You get back to the movie, Pope is the only one really watching it, he tells you all the info..

It’s now 5 days until 1st of December.. “How is everyone holding up?” You smile, eating John B’s cereal, “Awful,” Pope groaned, “I have to admit, hands down I lost..”

“What? Pope just lost..” John B grins, kissing your shoulder, “Honestly, I did the stupid Decision of being drunk and horny,” He mumbles, “Your with me, buddy,” JJ hangs his arm around him, drinking his beer.

“Honestly, we are itching to have sex.. but me and John B haven’t!” You sigh in relief, “If someone.. didn’t stop teasing, it would make it better,” John B narrows his eyes on you, “But you love me,” You pout on your tippy toes, kissing him on the cheek, “That I do,” he grins.

“You are for sure.. in the deep with this bet,” Pope lays down, “I’ve got a bad hangover,” he groans, feeling his head, “Shouldn’t have taken on so many beers, Pope,” Kiara teased, sitting down on the arm chair, “Your out of the bet, finally..”

“John B hurry up and give her the D, already,” JJ teases, “Yh.. not happening, until December,” John B scoffs, “Well I’ve got work, I’ll see you guys later,” John B waves, “Bye baby,” he kisses your lips, “Bye,”

“JJ aren’t you supposed to mourn the lawn for that kook’s girl’s dad?” You questioned, “Oh, shit.. Yh it’s already 9..am,” JJ rushes to get dressed.

“Wait, she was the one you fucked right?” You came out of the chateau following him, “Yh, it was how did you..” JJ confused, looking back from his bike, “Just gathered, your face had hearts all over it,” You smirk, “Hey, she’s hot!” He shouts, riding off into the distance.

You chill out with Kie as it was her day off from her duties.. until she got a phone call telling you she had to go.. Pope went ages ago to do studying.. sometimes you don’t understand that boy, school isn’t until like 2 months from now.

The last day 30th of November, you honestly felt so relieved at 12:00am.. John B is ALL YOURS! You haven’t had sex or even came for nearly a whole month, your going to tomorrow and your excited.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” John B kisses your cheek, pouring cereal and milk for you, “Good morning,” You smile, kissing his cheek, “Thanks, I’m so relieved it’s the last day,”

“Mm, me too,” John grins, taking a spoon full of food to his mouth, “I can’t wait to see how Kie is holding up,” You smirk, “Speak of the devil, herself,” John B looks up to see Kie walk through the door, “Morning,” You giggle, seeing that she is grumpy.

“Morning, you and John B.. we’ll it’s between you, I’ve lost,” Kie grabbed cereal, “Wait what,” John B and You gasped, “Yh.. I couldn’t take it anymore but not to worry!! I’ve got John B’s cereal,” She grins, eating it.

“Oh right,” You laugh, “You guys must of been hornier that me and Y/N,” John B teases, “Mm, You still have to wait until tomorrow,” Kie shrugs, “JJ is in the house with Pope,” JJ grins walking in, Pope right behind him, “Hey, guess who’s going to win,” Kie smirks, teasing JJ.

“Has John B and Y/N finally given in?” JJ grins, laughing, “No actually, they haven’t.. it’s me, I lost,” Kie grins back, flipping her hair, “Surprise,” You and John B high five, “Oh ok, Cool,” JJ pats you and John B on the back, “I’m smoking a J, come join if you want,” he walks outside.

You and John B Lay on the hammock outside, enjoying the cool breeze.

“How come you failed?” Pope teases, “How come.. you failed?” Kie threw the question back, raising her eyebrow, “Fair point you have,” Pope mumbles, “I just couldn’t take it, clearly John B and Y/N have more self control,” Kie explains herself.

“Yh, well I’m shocked! They have been teasing each other all month,” Pope sighs, “Actually, I think Y/N was the one to do mostly the teasing,” Kie laughs, shaking up her banana milk.

A few hours later at 12:00 am.. 1st of December, you text on the group chat..

Y/N - Guess, who won 🎉😏

Pope - Of course you did, 😅

John B - We won baby, 😈😗

JJ - I’m sleeping over at popes, tonight *sends a photo with pope* we are watching movies..

Kie - congratulations guys, proud of you 🥺🎉 have fun JJ and Pope, I’m chilling with music

Y/N - cool, thanks 💜

John B kisses you passionately, pushing you back into his bed, “I want to take my sweet time with you but I really can’t,” He kisses, up your neck to your sweet spot, “I can’t either, please be rough with me John B!” You whine, gripping his wavy hair, “You are dripping right through baby,” he teases.

“Mm, John B,” You moan, clenching your thighs.

“No, these pretty thighs stay open,” He opens them apart, roughly taking his hand to your heat, “No panties baby?” Smirking, trailing his finger at your owning, you squeeze your eyes shut, “Mm, look your pretty pussy is leaking, I need to taste you, princess,”

John B takes his shirt off, making you lay on your back, his head in between your thighs as he kisses every inch. “John B, please stop teasing,” You squirm, his breath tickling your skin, “No promises, you were a naughty girl,” winking before he devours your cunt like his last meal.

Swirling his tongue into your forbidden valley, deepening his fingertips into your hips to make you stop squirming. You can feel John B’s tongue deepen into your core to taste your fresh Essence.

“John B, feels so good.. ERR HUH, Fuck!” You moan loudly, he rolls his tongue side to side into your walls, collecting as much juice as he can, “ I Love the pure taste of you, baby,” John B moans into your pussy, you breathe out slowly, you feel like crashing waves have flooded.

“Awe, is my baby close?” John B teases, suckling your swollen clit In desperate, passion to make cum hard, “Yh, your fingers pls, I beg,” You roll your eyes back, tugging onto his wavy locks,“Love when you beg, baby,” He slips his two long, thick finger into you, pumping slowly but then speeding up.

“Mm, Yes, John B,” You clung onto his locks, falling into blissed with his combined actions of fingering, licking and suckling into you, “I’m going to cum, Fuck,” You scream, “come for daddy,” he muffled into your pussy, “Daddy,” You moan out, spiling your wet goodness into your lover's mouth.

“Mm, Fuck, you squirted, such a good girl,” John B laps you up like a dog in heat, devouring all of your juices, “You taste, so fucking good! I can’t get enough of you” he moans out, kissing into your lips, “Shit, I do taste good,” You smirk, tasting yourself from his plumped, soft lips, “Damn right, Babe,”

You slip off the rest of your clothes off, seeing his reaction to your naked body is priceless, no matter how many times he has seen you.

You palm John B through his boxers seeing his friend needs help, “Oh God, you know how to take care of me, Y/N,” You grin, taking his cock out and licking the side of it, “You want it in my mouth?” You question, “Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last,” John B flips you around, Ass up and face down on the bed, “Your going to be a good little slut as you let Daddy play with your pussy,” He growls, pulling your hair up to his face, he kisses your neck and shoulders.

John B kicks his shorts and boxers off as he quickly gets on the bed again, spanking your ass.

“Yes, Daddy,” You agree, biting your lip, you love when John B is rough yet passion, John B slams his girth into your tight little cunt, feeling every single clench around you, “Fuck, been waiting..” He thrusts into you, groaning, “So long, going to fuck you nice and hard, sweetheart,”

“You would love that, wouldn’t you pretty, little whore?” John B Pushes his toned, abs against you, you feel every bulging muscle, every bulging vein, every bulging thrust into you deeply, “Yes, I would.. fuck me harder John B,” You whimper, feeling his cock bulge into your warm, womb, “As you wish, baby,” kissing your cheek.

John B snaps his hips backwards, brutally snapping them forwards as his thrusts are faster, deeper and harder, “Such a needy little slut, desperate for her daddy’s cock?” He smooths his hands along your hips, tightening his grasp word by word.

John B teases your skin with his mouth, nibbling bites up your neck and shoulders. Making Hickies and bruises as he goes along, marking you as his.

“Yes, Daddy! Didn’t cum for ages..” You lick your lips, feeling his tongue explore your mouth as he fucks you up, “I’m close,” You whimper, holding onto the bed sheets, “Cum for me, pretty girl.. come on my cock,” He groans, slapping your ass as he chases his own high, his cock riding out yours.

“Such a good girl,” John B praises, kissing and marking your shoulders and back, he pats your bum for you to face him, “So fucking good, after a month of not cumming,” you pull his hips into yours, “I totally agree,” You look up smirking, “Mr. Routledge.. I’m still wet and your still hard,” you whisper, teasing him.

“Oh I know, baby.. we have all night,” John B tells, bringing you closer into a passionate yet rough kiss as he bites your lip, harshly. You whimper out of delight, sinking into the bed this time on your back for him, “I’m going to fuck you.. fuck you until we pass out, Sweetheart,” his hot, minty breath teases you, knowing you want.. no need his cock.

“Give it to me, that John D,” You wink, “Already,” John B encounters, “Naughty, little slut.. wanting my dick again!” He growls, roughly grabbing your throat, choking you, “Mm, Yes daddy,” You gushed, loving the feeling of his tight grip with his large, callous yet soft hands around your pretty, little neck. “Be careful what you wish for,” John B whispers, slowly, “I know,” You whisper back, grinning, “I want this,” confirming the love you have for Himself.

“All mine,” John B wastes no time playing games with you, bringing your legs around his waist for him to roughly take you with his please, “Yes, all yours.. like you are all mine,” You moan out, wrapping your arms around his back, you scratch his back so hard to leave marks,” “course, Princess,” he sincerely presses, loving the feel of you marking him, “Fuck, you fuck me so good,” You jolt up and down, rocking the head board as John B drills his large girth into you, “You take me so well, baby.. you were made for me, mark me up princess,” he grunts, encouraging you as he forces the rest of his cock into your tight, wet cunt.

“Your dripping, still so wet.. have to fuck you unlimited to make you see sense,” John B smirks, looking at your fucked out, dazed face. You nod grinning at his dirty words, no one makes your pussy tingle like John B does. He takes you like you are his prey, ready to be loved yet Sacrificed to the gods.

Leaning down to kiss your sweet butter lips to make his cock even deeper in you, “Can’t get enough of this sweet, tight pussy,” John B grunts, pumping his hips into your hips, making you see stars as you grip into his shoulders tightly, “Eh, err, John B,” You scream, “That’s it, love you screaming my name,”

“Are you close?“ John B hums, rutting his cock in your raw slit, “Ah, Yes.. don’t pull out, cum inside, John B,” You moan out, rolling your eyes.

“Want me to cum inside?” John B teases, you desperately, nod “I will cum inside you.. my sweet milk into your womb, baby..” he grunts, “I can imagine You swollen, full of our child one day, so fucking gorgeous princess,” you grip onto his shoulders, clenching around his cock as he thrusts deeper into your cunt, scratching his back even harder for your release, “Such a good girl, your going to cum for me?”

“Yes, John B..” You moan, trying hard not to cum without permission, “Beg me for it, Baby,” he teases you, “Please, let me cum and clench, around your large cock.. I’m going to milk it so good,” You beg, seeing his satisfied warm, honey brown eyes in bliss staring into yours, “Cum for me, Princess,” He kisses you passionately.

“Oh fuck,” You moan, “John B,” screaming into his shoulder as he is still fucking you through your high.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” John B grunts, “Cum inside, don’t pull out,” You beg, encouraging him, “Oh yes, going to cum in your tight, warm pussy, baby,” he groan loudly, spilling his white, sticky seed into your tight, hot pussy.

“That was so good,” John B pulls out in bliss, looking at his cum inside you, “Agreed,” You giggle, “I’m still horny,” John B whines, seeing his cock never went down, “Round three In the shower?” You get get up smirking, taking his hand towards the bathroom, “Hell yes,”

You turn in his bed to see John B’s soft, beach wavy hair messy into your face. His cute, little snores feeling the silence as you peacefully admire him. You stroke his hair gently, part of both of your limbs are intertwined with each other. Your both naked after last nights events, you smile at your gorgeous boy.

“Mm, Good Morning Beautiful,” John B mutters, eyes half fluttering open as he just shifts on the bed towards you, “Good morning, handsome,” You smile, kissing his nose.

“I feel so much better,” John B groans, “Yes, so refreshed,” You grin, he trails his marks on your jaw line, neck, shoulders, etc.. “You look so good with my mark, princess,” he smirks bringing you closer, you snuggle into his chest quite content.

“Of course, until the pogues start to tease,” You shook your head, “Mm, Love you Princess, I won't let them,” John B resures your pretty, little head

“Mm, ok.. love you too Baby boy,” You smirk, “Babe, I’m horny again!” John B groans.