#happy 30th to my favorite man

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 20 - daddy kink

kard 1.6k words female reader insert Reader x Matthew Kim (BM) NSFW

🖤 warnings: size difference, massive embarrassment, active destigmatizing of your local fave kinks, matthew has a big dick bc of course he does, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, i fucking love this man 🖤

🎂 happy matthew day~

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"It was just a joke, right?"

Matthew glances over from the passenger's seat, lounging as comfortably as he can in your relatively small ride. He's so tall, he has the seat slid back as far as possible, which is why he doesn't drive your car, like, ever. Mess up your mirrors and everything.

"What?" he asks.

"A joke. What you said, at Ashley's house."

"What part?"

You frown at the road. You'd thought that it would be less embarrassing to ask him about this while you're busy, so you don't have to look at him and face it head-on, but he's still pushing your buttons.

"The part when I wanted another drink and you got up to get it and you said..."

Matthew is looking at you, calm and expectant behind his sunglasses, but you can't even say it. Your stomach twists, and you don't think it's in a bad way, which makes all of this even worse. An awakening of this kind isn't supposed to happen at your boyfriend's college friend's house during a baseball game kickback.

"Daddy's got it?" Matthew finishes, with the worst shit-eating grin.

Yes. That.

You're white-knuckling the steering wheel at this point.

"Yeah, baby, I was joking," he says.

"Okay."

That's that, then. He was joking, which means you should absolutely try to forget the way that you'd reacted when he said it.

Which was embarrassing, but it was also...something. You're a grown adult, you've had your share of experiences, heard and seen your share of lewd and suggestive things. But nothing that you can recall has floored you so instantly, so completely, so unexpectedly, as Matthew casually using that nickname to refer to himself.

It was a dropped-jaw, blank-head kind of moment. He's got dudebro energy, and he's the smallest bit protective, but mostly Matthew is polite and thoughtful and mild-mannered. So this...

"That really stuck with you, huh?" he says.

"Not really," you lie.

Matthew hums, clearly disbelieving. "I dunno, you wouldn't've said anything if it was no big."

"It just surprised me."

Worst of all is the way it surprised no one else. Ashley, sitting right in the next chair, didn't even blink, and you're absolutely sure she heard it. Joan just rolled her eyes, and Somin's sharp gaze stayed on the TV.

You, however. Your stomach dropped. And a little farther south, well...

"Y'know what I think?"

You're in for it now. "What?"

"I think you liked it, a lil bit."

Or a lot.

You manage to escape answering as you pull into the parking lot of your building, and navigate the tight parking spots. But once the car doors are locked and Matthew is following you into the elevator up to your unit, he starts in again.

"Well?"

He's tall, and broad, and he's using it to his advantage, leaning over you against the wall of the elevator, caging you in.

"Well?" you repeat.

"Didn't answer me."

You grin up at him. "I forget the question."

"Brat," he says fondly, and oh no. "Did you like it?"

"I mean. Maybe?"

"Whatchu mean, maybe?"

You shrug as best you can against the wall. "Just maybe. You really surprised me."

"So you wouldn't be mad if I keep doing it, huh?"

You should know better than to try to play cool with him. The elevator reaches your floor, and you dart under his arm and out the door. Running away is useless, all some kind of game, but you're flustered, and you need a second to think about this.

He keeps talking his way down the hall behind you. "Cuz, like, I think it's kinda hot."

"Oh?" you murmur, unlocking the apartment door.

"Yeah, y'know." He raises his eyebrows, wags them. "Daddy."

Goddamnit, he said it again.

Your shoes and jacket get way more attention than they need, as you put them away and try not to immediately fall to pieces at the idea that Matthew wants you to call him daddy and you are completely on board, who are you, what's happening-

"Wouldn't mind that," he says.

"You..." you falter. "You want me...I mean, I could..."

There are two completely equal and opposite factions of your brain fighting it out, right now: one that wants to shut this down and forget it ever happened lest you die of embarrassment, and one that's already decided this is the best day of your life.

Matthew doesn't reply to that. Not with words, anyway.

He heads for your room, as you fuss with the way your jacket hangs, sending you a grin and a wave.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

His answer has your stomach dropping. "Come with Daddy and you'll find out."

This is happening, isn't it?

Your bedroom door clicks shut, and you're left standing in the living room like some kind of idiot. An idiot, because your super hot boyfriend is in there with a sexy new game to play, and you're out here fixing the cuffs and buttons on your jacket.

It would be equally as embarrassing as everything else tonight to admit that you're running to the bedroom, but you're running to the bedroom.

Inside, Matthew is lounging on your bed, changed and cozy and topless. His jeans swapped out for the spare sweats he keeps here, his usual hat and sunglasses discarded, his rib tattoo on display, he looks comfortable and mouth-wateringly good.

"Hey," he says.

He's scrolling on his phone, but he smiles as you come in and shut the door behind you.

"I'm gonna get changed," you say.

"Gonna admit you wanna play, too?" Matthew asks.

That smile has turned playful, his tongue between his teeth.

"Yeah."

"Oh, yeah?"

You return your top to the closet carefully, undressing piecemeal and buying yourself as much time as you can. "Yeah."

"Then come to Daddy."

It's instantaneous, the way you absolutely throb at his words. Butterflies in your stomach, you suspect that your panties are going to be in quite the state when you finally get down to them.

"You can't just say things like that!" you complain.

"Why not?"

"It's embarrassing."

"How's it embarrassing?" he asks, arms crossed behind his head up against the headboard. "You like it, I like it, let's go."

"It just is."

"You're makin' things hard for yourself. Don't be so high-strung, baby."

Dressed again in an oversized pajama shirt and undies - you were correct, they're soaked, and you're doomed - there's no choice but to join Matthew on the bed. He opens his arms to you, but as you go to settle yourself into his side, he redirects you onto his lap, instead. It's still secure, still nice, but much more confrontational, as he winds his arms around your waist and makes you look at him.

"Ain't it more fun to just admit you wanna try something?" he asks.

"I guess." You hate when he's right.

"Say it," he teases.

"Say what?"

"It."

"It," you repeat.

He squeezes your sides under his hands. "Not what I meant."

You know what he meant, but you're not about to just...say it.

Matthew doesn't seem to mind your hesitation, though, because he just kisses you. Hot, and dirty, tongue at the seam of your lips, holding you fast against his lap, taking his sweet time with it.

"I getcha," he says. "It needs to be natural, right, baby? You gotta wanna say it."

He's right about this too, you realize, as you consider it. But you do want to. You're embarrassed, yes, but the bone-deep feeling of want is there. This is something you want.

You just put your t-shirt on, but he's got it off you again in an instant. Easy come, easy go.

"I can feel you, y'know," Matthew murmurs.

You know what he means, but he says it anyway.

"You're gonna soak through my sweats. Hot 'n bothered, huh?"

"A little," you agree.

"Stop holdin' back," he teases.

His mouth returns, this time to your throat, where he bites down enough to make you yelp. Matthew is a lot stronger than you, and usually he's careful not to use that physical advantage too much, out of fairness and safety, but tonight he doesn't seem to care. He drags you forward a little, into him, settling you right over the bulge in his sweatpants.

"D'you want this?"

"Now you're the one holding back," you say.

He laughs, even as he bites down again, at your collarbone this time. He tweaks one of your nipples, just to hear the sound you make.

"Fine," he says, "You want Daddy's cock?"

Your punched-out moan at that one makes him laugh again.

"Imma take that as a yes."

"It's a yes," you assure him.

"Then say it."

You still can't quite say it, but that doesn't stop Matthew.

One strong arm around your back, he turns the two of you over, settling you on your back on the mattress, careful to get your head on your pillow and your thighs spread wide for him. Careful, accommodating. Taking care. Kind of definitely filling the role of-

"You gotta say it if you want it," he tells you.

His sweatpants are gone, and his boxers are gone, which makes your sticky-wet panties the last layer between the two of you.

"I know you can. I know you want it."

He's well-endowed to the point of absolute comic insanity, and you're grinding against him for just a moment of stimulation. Matthew presses another kiss to your lips, sweet this time, before dipping back down to drag your panties down your legs and off.

"Any time now."

You're practically panting. "I want..."

Matthew drags his length against you, agonizing.

"I want - fucking shit - I want...Daddy's cock."

"Good girl," he praises.

Your reward is the smooth, hot press of his cockhead inside you, the thick slide of the rest of him following. He groans. You arch into him, hands going to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"C'mon, baby. Daddy wants to hear you."

[harrysfolklore]

30th birthday

i just can’t believe harry is 30 and this is my way to cope, i hope you like this 🥲

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

The calendar marked February 1st as the date, which meant that it was finally Harry's 30th birthday.

You woke up earlier than him, in order to make him his special birthday breakfast that was a tradition by now, and as you stood alone in the cooking in the kitchen, you couldn't help but reminisce about all the previous birthdays you've celebrated with Harry.

From celebrating his birthday at a restaurant with his brand new band mates and friends after a day of The X Factor rehearsals, having big parties thrown for him with celebrities in attendance, flying off to Japan to celebrate there and throwing a concert to spend his special day with his fans, you couldn't believe Harry was turning 30 and you were able to grow up by his side.

"Love, where are you?" his raspy morning voice made its way to your ears, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Over here, in the kitchen!"

You turned around to see Harry stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His hair was tousled, and he was wearing an oversized t-shirt that you recognized as one of your favorites.

"Morning, birthday boy," you greeted him, leaning in to give him a soft kiss.

"Morning," he replied, his eyes still half-closed. "What's all this?" Harry gestured towards the spread of pancakes, eggs, and bacon you had prepared on the table.

"It's your special birthday breakfast, as always," you pecked his lips again.

"You know, you could've woken me up with a 30 minute long blowj-"

"Harry!" you cut him off before he could finish his sentence, "Every single year, you say the same thing! When will you stop being a menace."

"Can you blame me?" Harry shrugged, "You still look as hot as you did when we first met fourteen years ago."

"Fourteen, huh?" you said, tilting your head, "How does it feel to not be a twenty something anymore? You're basically an old man now."

"I feel good, honestly," he said sincerely, his eyes locking with yours, "I mean, I'm happy and healthy, I have the job of my dreams, a family that loves me, supporting friends and the best girlfriend in the world, I'm a very lucky old man."

"You're too cute," you kissed him again, "Now eat your breakfast, we have a lot of celebrations to do today."

The day went by smoothly, Harry answered a couple of calls and texts from friends and family and you spent the afternoon cuddling up before it was time for his birthday dinner.

Harry wanted something small and intimate, with just a handful of close friends and family invited, so you decided to host the birthday dinner at your home. As the evening approached, the house was filled with the delicious aroma of the special dinner you had prepared for him.

Jeff and Glenne were the first ones to arrive, carrying a homemade cake that Glenne insisted she had baked all morning. Sarah and Mitch came next with their baby boy who giggled and clapped as Harry made silly faces, clearly enjoying the attention from the famous Cool Harry, because he refused to be called uncle.

"Damn mate, I can't believe you're 30 now," Jeff said, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders, "I still remember when you were twenty and my parents basically adopted you, I feel so old."

"You feel old? Imagine how I feel, that's my baby brother!" Gemma chimed in, entering your house with her boyfriend Michal and Anne, "Happy birthday, H."

"Thanks, Gem," Harry smiled, hugging his sister tightly. "And thanks for reminding everyone that I'm officially old now."

As more friends and family arrived, the laughter and chatter of loved ones filled the air, the dining table was adorned with candles, flowers, and a beautifully set dinner that everyone enjoyed.

Once your bellies were full, Mitch opened the champagne bottle Harry Lambert brought with him, filling everyone's glasses to make a toast.

"Alright, everyone, gather around," Mitch announced, holding up his glass, "To Harry, on his 30th birthday, may this year be filled with even more success and love. Cheers."

Everyone clicked their glasses, smiles on everyone's faces.

"I think the missus should give a speech!" Gemma teased, pointing at you.

"Not a missus yet, still no ring," you teased back, raising an eyebrow at Harry and hearing the whistles from his friends.

"Well, uh, maybe we'll have to do something about that soon." Harry chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head.

The room erupted in laughter and even more whistles, and you couldn't help but blush and roll your eyes with affection.

"Alright, alright," you began, holding up your glass, "Here's to the man of the hour. Harry, you've filled my life with so much joy, laughter, and love all these years. It's been an incredible journey growing up with you, I still remember when we were just kids, celebrating your 16th birthday before you became the star that you are today, I'm so proud of you and living life by your side has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. Happy 30th birthday, my love. May this year bring you everything you desire."

Harry couldn't help but melt at your words, standing up and hugging you tightly and kissing your lips.

"Thank you, everyone," Harry began, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia, "I can't believe I'm standing here, celebrating my 30th birthday. It feels like just yesterday I was a wide-eyed 16-year-old auditioning for The X Factor, not knowing what life had in store for me," he paused, glancing at each person in the room with watery eyes, "But here I am, and I couldn't be more grateful for each and every one of you. To my family, who has been there from the start, and to my friends who have become family. And to this incredible woman right here," Harry said, placing his hand on your waist, "who has been with me since I was I was an annoying teenager, growing up by my side."

"You're still as annoying as a teenager," Jeff interrupted him, making the entire room laugh, "But we love you, mate. And we're grateful for you."

As the night continued, the homemade cake adorned with candles was brought out, and everyone in the room sag "Happy Birthday" together, Harry made a wish and blew out the candles, surrounded by the people he loved the most.

After the cake-cutting and more chatter, everyone decided to call it a night and head home, leaving you and Harry at me comfort of your house.

"Thank you for everything," Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

"It's your day, love. I'm just happy I could make it special for you," you replied, resting your head against his shoulder.

"You always make every day special," he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You stood wrapped around each other for a few minutes, enjoying the final moments of his birthday.

"This has been one of my favorite birthdays ever," Harry admitted, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I'm glad you think so," you smiled, snuggling closer. "And, by the way, the 'no ring yet' comment earlier, totally just teasing."

"Oh, really? Because I was serious, maybe it's time," Harry smirked, giving you a playful look.

"Don't tell me you're about to propose, not on your own birthday, Harry!" you said nervously.

"Not right now love, but soon enough," he winked and you let out the breath you were holding, "I love you."

"I love you more, Harry. Happy birthday."

[landograndprix]

Birthday boys ✾ l.n

summary: reader celebrates the boys by personal messages, some might enjoy it more than others

requested: yes!

follow up (sorta) from this post

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y/nusername happy birthday to the one and only love of my life! Honestly feeling bad for the people who don't get to have a best friend like you– i'm so happy we got to grow up together and terrorize the neighborhood and everyone in our way. I love you babes even though you set me up on a date with your weird coworker. also thanks for the job, sorry you got fired before me ❤️

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dannyricric lando & heidi who? I only know daniel & y/n

tifosiredbull the first and the last picture 😭

leclerccc_ the last one is too cute!!

danielricciardo can't wait for your birthday babes, got the pictures ready

y/nusername shaking in my boots right now

teammclaren 😂 😂 😂

landohnorry the first one is doing it for me tbh 🤣

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y/nusername don't be down and turn that frown upside-down. Happy 30th birthday to the most British man I've ever met– crickey, you're getting old. Best wishes from one bad bitch to another bad bitch 🎂

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grussell63 what is this and why is this the best thing I've ever seen? 😭

georgerussell63 why are you like this?

y/nusername I ask myself that question at least ten times a day 🥰

maxiel13 put this on my grave please :')

mercedesamgf1 truly iconic 🙌

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y/nusername older? yes. wiser? debatable. Some things are better with age, too bad you aren’t one of them. Happy birthday to my favorite spaniard 🌶

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charlos55 ah yes I love the Jonas Brothers

y/nusername joe is my favorite obviously

charlos55 asjklsas i love you!

scuderiaferrari thank you for perfectly capturing our chili 🌶

gaaaslyyy happy b-day to Carlos and let's thank y/n for her services ☺

carlossainz55 I can't wait to see you on the track this weekend

y/nusername is that a threat?

carlossainz55 keep your eyes open

sainzie my goal in life is to be as close with every driver as y/n is 😭

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y/nusername happy birthday to the guy who can never do anything wrong in his life, the guy who became the little brother I've never had, thanks for being such a great time. (Don't be fooled, I still like your girlfriend more.)

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maxmaxmax he truly can't do wrong, protect this men at cost!

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alex_albon thanks y/n, it's okay I too like my girlfriend more than you 😀

alebonooo like you should 😇

lilymhe hey could you intruduce me to this guy, he's cute

alex_albon 👋👋

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y/nusername Smart, funny, beautiful..but enough about me, happy birthday to monaco's (and my) favorite. Here’s to another year of questionable fashion decisions. Happy birthday queen. ♥

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sharllekler not charles questioning his life in these pictures 😭

lestappen_ I would too if my team was ferrari 💀

leclerc16 bestie the least thing you could've done was take those pants away from him

y/nusername friend if this man wants to embarrass himself, who am I to stop him?

charles_leclerc thank you queen ❤️

checooop don't known if I want to be charles or y/n

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y/nusername Happy birthday to the guy who always knows how to make me laugh, who matches my weird, to the most good-looking guy I've ever met, to my best friend, to my person and to the one I love. I hope i get to spend many more birthdays with you..anyway, who needs a gift when you have me? Love you always, muppet 🧡🧡

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norris4 the difference between the birthday post of the other guys and lando's one is insane 😭

mercmartin the last picture will always be my favorite, thanks for sharing it once again

landonorris love you, muppet ❤️

Bottassv will I ever get over the muppet thing? Probably not

danielricciardo best friend?

landonorris people change their minds, daniel

scottyjames31 feeling rather betrayed right now

y/nusername guys please, I can't stand y'all equally. No need to fight.

[tinydeskwriter]

LOVE HOLD| ⟮private⟯

lando norris x wolff!reader | f1 grid x wolff!reader (mostly)platonic

A/n: just a little peak at y/n private ig account...

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noty/n.wolff it all started when my mom met my dad, they fell in love, and they had me! hi, i'm ryan... dude, those are my parents, I came from them, talk about winner genes...

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alex_albon you did not inherit they height though...

↳noty/n.wolff your opinion is irrelevant...

↳charlesleclerc midget😊

↳noty/n.wolff i going over there to cry on my many grand slam trophies from my many wins, comforted in the fact that I'm still number one in the world, not that you guys know what this feel like...

↳charlesleclerc uncalled for...

↳noty/n.wolff don't come for my height and I won't come for your lack of wins🙂

↳landonorris ankle biter

↳noty/n.wolff i am going to ignore you

Aug 12th 2022

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noty/n.wolff men ain't shit, like the goddess cher once siad, man are like dessert, you don't need them... stick to your girls (+benny)

btw pierregasly, thank u for introducing me to kika, i think i am keeping her😘

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francisca.cgomes you can keep me😍

↳pierre gasly wait a minute...

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Oct 30th 2022

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noty/n.wolff go shawty, it's your birthday, we gon' party like it's your birthday... congrats landito! you manage to survive for 23 years, and i am so proud of you! there were a few close calls(at least a few that i witnessed) but you made it! i hope you feel blessed and special, not everyone gets a appreciation post from yours truly🤍

jokes aside...happy birthday lan, i wish you a world of happiness, because you deserve it, thank u for making my life happier by being in it 🤍 we have been in each others lives for nearly fifteen years now, here to more fifteen, i hope you know, through thick and thin, i will always be by your side 🤍😘

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lilymhe I love the third photo, who took it??

↳francisca.cgomes I thought the same when I saw the fourth photo

↳noty/n.wolff 😘

alex_albon just friends, she says

↳georgerussell63 the best of friends, she says

↳alex_albon we are being ignored

↳georgerussell63 I noticed

landonorris❤️❤️❤️

↳noty/n.wolff 🤍🤍🤍

Nov 13th 2022

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noty/n.wolff last trip of the year before going home for christmas, touring with local carlossainz55, Madrid may have become one of my favorite cities in the world, thank you the Sainz family for welcoming me and for the 5⭐hospitality, congrats on the newlyweds, beautiful wedding a wish you guys a long and happy life together🤍

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carlossainz55 come back whenever you want

Dec 9th 2022

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noty/n.wolff Merry Christmas folks🤍

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Dec 25th 2022

noty/n.wolff half a century + 1 looks good on you🤍 the man who always encouraged me to follow my dreams and do twice as much to make them come true, who never let me give up, and who, even though he couldn't physically be present, never lost any of my matches. #1 dad in the world, best team principal in F1, a example to be followed, I honestly could not wish for a better father.

love u daddy. happy birthday🤍

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susie_wolff you made him emotional

elizaabrams girl sometimes I forget that your dad is the king of dilfs...

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noty/n.wolff 👀

Jan 12th 2023

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[daisynik7]

Dirty Thirty

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, spit play, vaginal sex (doggy, cowgirl), cockwarming, use of pet names (princess and Master)

Word Count: ~5.6k

Summary: An alluring stranger gives you a special treat on the night of your 30th birthday. 

Notes: Kishibe is in his mid 40s. Also, apparently he is 6’4”, so reader is shorter, below 6’. This is very self-indulgent considering my own 30th is in a few days (shout out to all my fellow Pisces babes)! Also, I started this after finishing Chainsaw Man a few weeks ago, so this is a result of heavy Kishibe brainrot.

Additional Note: Check out Part 2 here: After Last Night! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are appreciated. Thank you for reading!

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The bass of EDM music reverberates through the speakers at the DJ’s booth. This particular bar you frequent turns into a club at 11 PM. College kids from the university down the street congregate in this establishment on the weekends, like today. You and your friends have been here since an hour ago, drinking and chatting in a booth hidden away to the side of the dancefloor. After dinner, you stopped by for a quick drink. With the booze and vibes just right, you ended up staying. 

Tonight, you celebrate your birthday. It’s the end of an era, really. You’re officially thirty. You’ve been dreading this day for the past few months, sad to bid farewell to your twenties, which wasn’t all that anyways. The number of times your friends reassure you that your thirties are the new twenties only brings you mild comfort. Glancing at the crowd tearing up the dancefloor, you can’t help being envious of their youth. 

Maybe it’s your buzz talking. You’re not one to feel sorry for yourself, especially about something as inevitable as aging. Thirty is young. Who cares if you’re the only one in your inner circle who’s single, unmarried, or childless? There’s no shame in it. You’re sick of women being scrutinized each year they get older for not doing what society tells them they should do. Who the fuck cares if you don’t have a ring on your finger or haven’t popped a baby out your vagina yet? It isn’t on your radar, and that’s perfectly fine. Men don’t get this much shit for remaining bachelors well into their forties or fifties, why should you?

You fidget with the glittery Dirty 30! sash you wear over your little black dress. A shimmering tiara sparkles on top of your head to complete your ensemble. Your friend’s voice in your ear snaps you out of your thoughts. “Hey birthday girl, how’s it going?”

Smiling, you hold your half empty glass up towards the middle. “Good. Thanks so much for coming out to celebrate tonight!” You’re ready to chug the rest of your liquor so you can head to the dancefloor. The other three women in your group cheers, clinking their drinks with yours. 

You’re about to suggest dancing when your friend says, “Shall we call it a night?”

It catches you off guard. The music just started and it’s not even midnight yet. You’re not ready to go back to the real world; it’s your special day until you fall asleep, which you don’t plan to do for a few more hours. You’re silent though, listening as the other girls repeat a similar sentiment. 

“My husband is waiting for me at home, so yes.”

“And my babies have an early morning play date tomorrow!”

Your friend beside you turns to you and asks, “Ready to go?”

Contemplating for a moment, you respond, “I think I might stay, actually. Have another drink or two.”

They stare at you bewildered, surprised you want to be here alone, which is unusual for you. “Are you sure?” they clarify.

“Yeah! Go ahead, I’ll be fine! I’m a big girl now,” you joke, standing up to hug them. They kiss you on the cheek, greeting you one last happy birthday before leaving together to go home to their husbands and children. 

Craving another drink, you abandon your booth to approach the bar. You order your favorite: a vodka cranberry, your comfort cocktail throughout your 20s. A reminder that you’re still the same you despite moving up a decade. 

You close your tab, promising yourself this is your last, and go back to your table. It’s now occupied by an older man in a black coat, sipping on amber liquor. Annoyed, and slightly intrigued, you sit opposite of him in the same booth. He lifts his head up slowly, noticing you. 

“Hi there,” you greet him. Even in the dim light, the stitched scar on his left cheek stands out. The metal piercings on his ears glisten, the strobe lights reflecting off them from the dancefloor. 

“Can I help you?” His voice is low and raspy, either naturally or from the alcohol. 

“I was sitting here earlier. The other tables are all occupied, and I really don’t want to stand around on the dancefloor by myself. Can I sit here until I finish my drink? There’s plenty of room for the both of us.” You put on your most charming smile.

“Where are your friends? I’m sure you’d rather sit with them instead of with an old man like me.”

“They ditched me to go home. Besides, it looks like you could use the company.” You tip your cocktail into your mouth, keeping your gaze on him. 

He watches you, skeptical. “How old are you?”

You glance down at your sash, which is now twisted so that the answer to his question is on your back where he can’t see. You grin at him. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?”

He hums, unamused. “I’m not keen on hanging out with girls in their 20s. Not really my style. Not tonight, anyways.”

“How old do you think I am?” 

Narrowing his eyes at your tiara, he responds, “You’re wearing a crown, drinking a cranberry vodka at a bar that plays this shit music. I’d say you’re 23.”

This amuses you, like getting asked for your ID does, which is becoming rarer nowadays. It’s flattering.

“Hey, you’re here too. The only difference is that you’re drinking a whiskey,” you tease him, pointing at his glass. 

“In my defense, I finished work nearby and this shitty cesspool was the closest bar I could find.” He takes a swig of his alcohol. “So, am I right?”

Sliding the sash to face him, you answer, “Nope. You’re wrong. Lucky for you, today is my birthday. And I just turned thirty.” 

He cracks a smile at this, giving you a flutter below your belly. You’re not typically into older men; however, this guy has piqued your interest. There’s something about him that is alluring. Exciting. 

“Happy birthday,” he says, swallowing the rest of his whiskey. “Get anything good?” 

“No. But the night’s not over yet.” You’re full-on flirting now, not at all ashamed of how brazen you’re acting. Fuck it. You only turn thirty once, right?

There’s distance between you, but the tension is so thick, you could smell the bold scent of liquor coating his lips. He leans closer, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Well, I guess it’s my responsibility now to give you something good.”

~~~

Minutes later, you’re in the back of the cab, riding towards an address he mutters to the driver. He holds you, interlocking his fingers with yours, peering out his window in silence. You focus on your entwined hands resting on the middle seat, the intimacy of it all distracting you from the fact that you’re about to hook up with this attractive stranger. 

The driver arrives to a swanky apartment complex. Once inside, Kishibe doesn’t give you enough time to marvel at the beautiful interior of the room. In an instant, his lips are on yours, both palms cupping your cheeks assertively. Breath hot and chalky from the mint you saw him savor earlier in the car. It barely masks the lingering taste of that cigarette you witnessed him drag waiting for your ride. He didn’t have the same type of smoker’s breath that you’re sick of from your coworkers. With him, you don’t mind it at all. 

His hand trails down your neck, thumb carefully brushing over a pulse point right below your chin. His skin is rough and calloused compared to yours. The scraggly facial hair scattered along his jaw is scratchy on your cheeks. 

He breaks the kiss, gazing at you while he removes his overcoat, hanging it on the rack in the corner, kicking his shoes off in the process. There’s a small bar cart in the kitchen, where he pours himself a whiskey. At the freezer, he reaches for the ice, dropping three cubes into the dark liquor with a plop. You stand still, observing him, nervous and thrilled about what this mysterious man will do to you tonight.

At the couch, he takes a seat, thighs spread wide, his wrist hanging low between them, gripping the top of the glass with his fingertips. “Come here,” he beckons. 

Removing your heels quickly and abandoning your purse, you step towards him, ready to sit beside him until he demands, “No. Not there.” He pats his thigh with his free hand. “Here.”

Your body trembles with lust as you straddle him, pussy pulsing against his muscular thigh. He studies you, from your hazy stare down to him between your legs, savoring his cold liquor all the while. You gulp loudly, obediently waiting for his next command. 

Gently removing the crown atop your head and tossing it aside, he asks, “What do you want from me, princess? It’s your birthday after all.” Hearing him call you princess gives you a rush you can no longer contain. You start moving on his thigh, riding it to feel the glorious sensations on your clit.

His chuckle vibrates through his chest as you grasp at his collar to hold you steady. “This is what you want? Okay. Take what you need. Come on my thigh. I’ll watch.” His gravelly voice in your ear makes you ride him harder, grinding against him until your creamy mess is soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. You clench his tie, loosening it around his neck. He continues to watch you, sipping on his booze, enjoying his own private show.

Once the glass is empty except for the melting ice, he sets it down on the coffee table, pulling you in closer, his hand behind your neck. Lightly blowing cool, whiskey breath along your lips. You lean forward to kiss him, his tongue slipping past to explore your needy mouth. The longing for his touch on every inch of your body grows stronger by the second as you moan into the kiss, bouncing on his leg. 

“Can you come by yourself? Or do you need my tongue on it? I can lick it up real good if you’ll let me.” His obscene suggestion surprises you, as if you weren’t already performing lewd acts on his lap. You tug at his tie to pull him into another fierce kiss before sitting next to him on the couch, lifting the hem of your dress up to reveal your wet undergarments. 

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. But I’m not calling you Daddy,” you tease, spreading wide for him. 

His voice is low in his throat, kneeling on the carpet, face positioned between your thighs. “Good, because I prefer to be called Master.”

You roll your eyes at him, to which he responds, “What? You don’t like that? I bet I’ll have you screaming it all night long.”

This has you speechless as he drifts towards you, staring at the wet spot soaking through your lingerie. “Look how fucking wet you are for me.” He hooks his fingers around the fabric, stretching it to the side to expose your sopping cunt. Leaning in closer, he flicks his tongue gently onto your clit, causing you to squirm above him. 

He’s testing the waters, starting slow to gauge your limit. It’s gentle at first, toying with your bud until it’s plump and sensitive. Until your wanton moans are bouncing off the walls of his big, fancy apartment. There’s no doubt that he knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s obvious this man has years of experience beyond you. Having this stranger swirl his tongue on the most intimate parts of your body makes you weak in the knees. This is the first time all night that you’re thankful to be turning thirty. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in this apartment, getting wrecked and torn apart by him.

“I’ve always wanted a plaything I can ruin,” he breathes out, finally wrapping his lips around you. “Will you be my pretty plaything tonight?” He surrounds your clit, drawing an erotic whimper from your mouth. 

“Fuck, Kishibe. Yes. Use me as your plaything, fuck.”

He eats you out noisily, emphasizing every wet sound his mouth makes on your swollen bud. Several times, he spits on it, spreading his saliva up and down your pussy, plunging his tongue into your entrance to get it lubricated with his own drool.  

“You’re fucking drenched down here. When’s the last time you let a grown man eat you out like this? I bet you’ve never been with someone like me, huh?”

You shake your head, swiping through his hair, spreading yourself wider for him. “Never.”

“I can tell,” he says, slipping his middle and ring finger into your entrance. “So fucking wet for me. I love it.” He pumps into you, curling his digits just right, resonating all the way down to your toes. His lips latch onto your clit, drinking you up to quench his insatiable thirst. 

“Hold these for me,” he says, guiding your fingers to your panties. “Want to stroke my cock while I eat this gorgeous pussy out.” You hear the unbuckling of his belt, the sound of him shoving his fist into his slacks to jerk off. The vibrations from his moans tickle your skin as he nuzzles himself deeper into your arousal, practically drowning in it, flattening his tongue to smear his warm saliva all over. You whine in ecstasy, heedless of attracting any neighboring attention to your explicit blubbering. 

“Come on my face,” he muffles, too busy lapping up your clit to pull away, fingers pumping in and out of you, shiny and sleek with your slick.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach your orgasm, pleasure jolting through your body while he works you until you’re overstimulated, twitching from the euphoria. He laughs softly, face glistening with your essence, taking a seat beside you. You watch him in a daze as he sticks his cum-coated fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. “You want a taste, too?”

You nod, disoriented from your intense climax. He drags your bottom lip down using the pad of his thumb, mumbling, “Open.”

Obediently, you stick your tongue out for him, knowing fully well what he’s about to do. Your pussy throbs again, ready to be fucked for real by this provocative stranger you were so fortunate to meet tonight. 

He grazes your open tongue, then spits in your mouth. “Swallow,” he demands, voice husky with desire. You do, making sure to gulp loudly, incredibly aroused and needy for his cock. 

“Show me,” he whispers, opening his own mouth to mimic you. “Ah.”

You show him your tongue again, a dumb expression on your face while he inspects. Satisfied, he grunts, “Fuck, you’re bad. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” He reaches down to your soaked panties clinging to you. “Take these off.”

He slides out of his trousers, revealing briefs that barely conceal his obvious bulge. As you slip out of your underwear, he removes his, displaying his impressive cock. “You going to ride this cock now?”

Without a word, you nod. You’re already anticipating how fucking amazing he’s going to feel inside you. Your brain is jumbled with naughty thoughts of him taking you in all positions in every room of his apartment. 

There’s a hungry gleam in his eyes as he watches you mount him. You hoist your dress up, stripping it from your body. He unclasps your bra, baring your breasts to him while he still wears his dress shirt and tie. For some reason, you want him to keep it on. Get it nice and dirty with slick and sweat.

You reach behind you to position him at your entrance. Once aligned, you slowly sink onto his cock, allowing yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size. Given his stature, it’s not surprising how big he is, both in length and girth. When you bottom out, he lets out a raspy fuck, holding your ass to squeeze your plush cheeks. “I’m ready whenever you are, princess. Like I said, take what you need from me. Milk me dry. I know you want to.”

Spurred by his provocative encouragement, you ride him, rocking your hips back and forth onto his lap, gripping his cock tight with your wet cunt. Forehead pressed to his, lids closed, jaw hanging open, experiencing the best fuck of your life. With a brief glance, you catch him watching you, a similar dazed expression on his face. You bounce on him faster, his dick pounding into you over and over again, determined to feel every inch you possibly can. 

“Fuck, Kishibe, feels so fucking good,” you moan, directing his fingers down to your clit. “I want to come all over this cock. Make me come, Master.”

Bingo. His eyes widen as soon as it slips from your mouth. It’s the magic word. The trigger. 

Without hesitation, he brushes his thumb ruthlessly onto your swollen bud. “Say it again,” he demands, pressing it hard as he massages it, eyes wild with lust.

“Fuck, make me come, Master. Make me come.” You’re riding him so fucking good, couch creaking, clutching his shoulders tight, his carnal stare locked on your every movement. 

“Tell me when you’re close,” he growls.

“I’m close, I’m close!”

Suddenly, he pulls out, cock covered in your arousal, wet and stiff against his abdomen. Strings of slick cling to the hem of his dress shirt. You’re about ready to yell at him for teasing you. Before you can, he stands up, grabbing your wrist to lead you into the bedroom. His breathing is heavy as he points to the bed, hastily removing his clothes. “On your knees, ass up. I’m going to fuck you so good. Make you squirt all over my fucking sheets.”

The anger immediately subsides and you’re back to being eager again, knowing damn well that he means every fucking word he says. You do as he commands, wiggling your ass to entice him. He chuckles behind you. “I’m sorry for denying you earlier. I just really want to see this ass bounce on my cock like this.” He teases you with his tip, tapping your clit, sliding it along your pussy lips. 

“You’re not forgiven,” you pout, growing impatient. 

Placing a soft kiss on your lower back, he laughs again. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about this stranger you met mere hours ago, it’s that he is a man of his word. 

He guides his cock into you slowly, stretching you little by little until you’re squeezing him, his entire length inside you. “Look at you, sucking me in again like you were made for me.” He starts thrusting, holding you steady to penetrate you deeper. 

“So fucking good!” you cry out, fists bunched on his silky sheets, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. 

“I know, princess. It’s amazing for me too.” His heavy balls slap your damp skin with every brutal thrust of his hips, fucking you hard, dipping into your sweet spot until you’re woozy with pleasure. “You take it so good. So fucking sexy.” He tightens his grip on you, increasing his pace. “So fucking beautiful.”

You throw your ass back, arching your spine to get the perfect angle. With your cheeks bouncing obscenely against his thighs, you beg, “Spank me, Master. Spank me like a bad girl.”

Not wasting a second, his rough palm connects with your ass, the loud smack ringing in your ears. He spanks you again and again, your pussy clenching him tighter while you continue to thrust back onto his cock. You’re about ready to burst, desperate to reach your second orgasm after being denied earlier. You play with your puffy clit, electricity rippling through your body upon contact. Whimpering, you rub your bud faster as he pounds into you, cursing under his breath. 

“Fuck,” he moans, staring at your ass jiggle after each fresh slap he delivers. “Come on my cock, princess. That’s it. Get it creamy. Just like that, fuck.”

Waves of pleasure sweep over you, the intensity of it causing you to tremble before him. In the midst of your climax, you plead for him to finish inside you, greedy for his cum. It doesn’t take long for him to fill you up, staying nestled deep in you as he releases his warm load, letting out a husky fuck.

He pulls out, his warm release leaking from your pussy, dripping onto his sheets. He ogles at the pornographic sight in front of him, pleased with himself.

“Like what you see?” you tease, lowering your torso and relaxing on the bed.

“You are a naughty, naughty girl,” he says, collapsing beside you. “Can’t believe I let you seduce me.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault? You were the one who offered to give me something good for my birthday.” 

He raises a brow at you. “Did I succeed?”

You gaze at him, properly examining his appearance. Scruffy facial hair, eyes that are perpetually tired, the striking scar aligned with his frown. You find yourself wondering what his story is; someone this fetching must have a story.  

“Considering the mess we made, I would say you exceeded my expectations.” You lay your palm on his firm chest, his now steady heartbeat lightly thumping against your fingertips.

“I’m glad to hear I wasn’t a disappointment.” He doesn’t take his gaze off you. Normally, you’d be intimidated by such intense eye contact. With him, it’s different. You feel safe. He places his hand on top of yours, rugged thumb gently caressing the skin of your knuckles. The two of you stay like this, enjoying each other’s presence in an easy silence. 

“We can’t do this again,” he mutters, finally looking away from you. He turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, your hand still snug under his.

“Why not?” The shift in energy surprises you. This is not the typical pillow talk you’re accustomed too. 

“I’ll keep wanting to see you if we keep this up,” he admits. Although it’s a sweet sentiment, he’s deciding to end it here and now, not even waiting until the morning like in a typical one-night-stand.

Matching his candid demeanor, you ask, “What’s wrong with wanting to see me again?” A strange feeling of unease swells in your chest, anxious for whatever truth he’s about to reveal. 

He takes a breath before explaining, “I’m a Devil Hunter. The best in the world. My job is very dangerous. A young woman like yourself shouldn’t get attached to me. My life is expendable.” He avoids you while he speaks, eyes laser focused on the ceiling, barely blinking. It’s as if he doesn’t want to say it; rather, it’s part of a script, forced to recite the lines like it’s standard procedure. How often has he had to deliver this sober spiel to his ex-lovers? You start to pity him, speculating how detached he must remain to the outside world strictly because of his risky profession. 

You continue to stare at him, letting the information sink it. The air is thick with a serious tension. It’s a sudden switch from the wild romp you just experienced. Choosing not to pester him further, you decide to lighten the mood. You scoot towards him, mouth skimming his ear, muttering, “Well, l didn’t really like you anyways.” The cold metal of his piercings contrast the soft warmth of your lips.

He turns to you again, the tension in his brows easing slowly as he gives you a small smirk. “Oh yeah?”

You nuzzle your nose against his. “Yeah.”

“Good. It’s better this way,” he says, planting a kiss on the forehead. 

Sighing, you ask, “Can I at least spend the night?” 

“Of course. I’ll even cook you breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean a cup of coffee with a splash of whiskey and a couple cigarettes,” you joke. 

He chuckles. “I’ll throw in some eggs for protein, does that work?”

“Sure. I’ll take whatever I can get, since this is the last time we’ll be seeing each other.” 

There’s a small smile on his lips as he gazes at you. A minute passes and he reaches for you, grazing your cheek delicately. You feel comfortable in bed with him. Protected. You snuggle into his chest, his arms wrapping you into a bear hug. Cozy in his embrace, you listen to his rhythmic breathing, lulling you to sleep.

~~~

In the morning, you wake up alone, tucked under the covers, clothed only in a dress shirt, barely buttoned. The bedroom door is wide open, the sound of a pan scraping on iron ringing in your ears and the inviting smell of food cooking wafting from the kitchen. 

You spot a pack of baby wipes on the drawer next to you, noticing that your body is fresh and clean, opposite the sticky mess you fell asleep to. Next to it is a brand-new toothbrush and toothpaste. With these items in hand, you tip-toe into the bathroom, appreciating his thoughtfulness.  

When you’re done, you study his bedroom for the first time, and probably last. There are no pictures hung anywhere, no personal touch to anything. Only small traces of a man whose entire existence is his job. Several ties scattered on his dresser next to a metal flask. A mini calendar on his nightstand with random scribblings of future work commitments. Hamper in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with white dress shirts, black slacks, and a couple of mismatched argyle socks. You’re slightly tempted to investigate some drawers to see the type of weapons a Devil Hunter of his caliber carries, but you don’t.

You lean against the doorframe, watching him in the kitchen. He’s in a plain white t-shirt with navy-blue pajama pants. As promised, he is cooking a batch of scrambled eggs over the stove, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, spatula in the other. Looking domestic and sexy as hell. His words replay in your mind. You shouldn’t get attached to someone like me. You almost regret sleeping with him, knowing you’ll miss him after you leave. 

Quietly, you stroll towards him until he notices you. When he does, he takes a sip of coffee and mutters, “Morning, princess.” 

Positioned behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, raising your heels to place a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. It’s only now that you realize how much taller he is than you. “Good morning, handsome. This is a pleasant surprise.”

“I told you I’d cook you breakfast, didn’t I?” He cranes his neck to face you, smirking. 

“You did. I’m pleased to see you keep your promise,” you tell him, resting your cheek on his back. “You’re truly a man of your word. I think that deserves a reward.” You slide your thumbs under the waistband of his pajama bottoms, teasing him. 

“If you tempt me, you won’t be able to taste this delicious meal I prepared for you,” he comments, setting his coffee mug down the counter and turning off the burner. His hand covers yours, maneuvering it over the growing bulge in his pants. 

“Maybe I’m craving something else for breakfast.” You start palming his erection, suddenly hungry for him rather than the food. 

He turns to face you, looking at you up and down in his dress shirt, your legs clenched together to hide your arousal. Still smirking, he says, “You’re making this much harder than it needs to be.” He slowly pushes you against the counter, running his fingers up your inner thigh, spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt. 

You moan, anticipating another round of intense fucking, this time in his kitchen. It makes you want to christen every part of his apartment. 

“How are you this fucking wet for me already?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb on your throbbing clit. “You’re so sexy, it’s driving me insane.”

“Kishibe,” you breath out, struggling to steady yourself. “Fuck.”

“I got you. Get on the counter for me, princess. Spread those legs so I can lick that pussy clean.” 

With his hands on your waist guiding you, you hop up, opening wide for him. Knees bent and body folded forward, he starts licking your clit, palming his erection through his pants. You come within minutes, gushing over his tongue as it glides along your slit, nose digging firmly onto your swollen bud. 

“Fuck me, Kishibe. Want that big cock inside me. Want you to fill me up again with your cum.” You hop back down, turning around and lifting the hem of the dress shirt past your ass, ready to get railed right there on the countertop.

“Not like this,” he murmurs, kissing you on the cheek. “Wait for me in my room. We’re going to have breakfast in bed together.”

Minutes later, a tray with a plate full of eggs, toast, and bacon set on top is temporarily forgotten as the two of you fuck on the other side of the bed. Him sitting up, back pressed to the headboard, you riding him until he spills inside you, causing you to orgasm again all over him. 

You slump forward, resting your head on his shoulder, tired and satiated from another amazing fuck. Attempting to slide off him, he kisses you on the lips, his grip firm on your waist, unyielding. “Keep my cock inside you. Can you do that for me?” 

In your blissful state, all you can do is nod, getting comfortable on his lap. He reaches for a slice of bacon on the tray, letting you take the first bites before he finishes it, doing the same for a piece of buttered toast. He feeds you forkfuls of scrambled eggs, using the same utensil for himself. It’s pleasantly intimate for two people who just met. Playing the role of a long-term couple, indulging in simple delights together, like breakfast in bed.

Plate cleared, both your bellies full of nourishment, you stay in this position, kissing each other leisurely, no rush to separate. He whispers your name, fondling your breasts through the fabric of his dress shirt that you’ve made yours. He repeats it a few more times, relishing how it feels on his lips before he never has to utter it again. 

It’s bittersweet, knowing it’s ending as soon as it begun. You have no reason to be so smitten with him. You’re two people who hardly know each other. Still, you find yourself not wanting to say goodbye yet. Something’s there. A tiny spark flickering in the distance. Maybe you’re one of many women he’s done this with before. Maybe you’re nothing special. But in this fleeting moment, you let yourself believe it’s real.

The two of you reluctantly part after an especially long, passionate kiss. You dismount him, grabbing the wipes to clean up the mess that was made earlier. He gives you a smooch on the forehead before getting out of bed to exit the room, returning in less than a minute to hand you your outfit from last night. You briefly recall carelessly discarding it all over his living room floor right before you pounced on him. Is it too soon to consider that a fond memory? It hasn’t even been 24 hours and you’re reminiscing about him already. 

He leaves you alone in the bedroom to change. Before you undress, you bring the sleeves of the shirt to your nose and inhale deeply, memorizing his scent. You almost want to keep this shirt as proof that this happened. That Kishibe is real.

Back in your black dress, you sit at the edge of the bed, waiting for his return. When he walks in, he points at the sash and tiara next to you on the bed. “You’re not going to wear that?”

Shrugging, you respond, “It’s no longer my birthday, so it feels silly wearing it. Just toss it.”

You check your phone, estimating the time of arrival for the ride you requested. Any minute now, they’ll be here, ending your short-lived tryst. He offers to drop you off, but you refuse, not bothering to explain that doing that will result in you dragging him into your own apartment and keeping him a willing hostage for another few hours. It’ll only make it more difficult to not get attached. He doesn’t question it, probably understanding this himself. 

The ping from the app chimes through your phone. You stand up, smiling at him, swinging your purse over your shoulder. “That’s my ride.”

He walks you to the door, waiting for you to strap on your heels. Once they’re on, you smile. “I guess this is it. Thank you for a fun night.”

“Thank you too. This was fun.” It could be wishful thinking, but you hear a waver in his voice. Is he a little bit sad too?

You face the door, ready to turn the knob, when you feel his grip on your wrist. He spins you towards him, kissing you feverishly, his hand caressing your cheek, the other behind your neck. Yearning for one more moment of intimacy with you. He breaks away, resting his forehead against yours, eyes shut as he says goodbye with one last whisper of your name. You avoid his gaze as you exit, walking out of his life.

It’s better this way. 

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Bonus: 30th Birthday

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Summary: A bonus blurb about Harry’s 30th Birthday. From my series Keep Driving, all chapters available on Wattpad.

Author’s Note: Can be read as a stand-alone, with no spoilers to the series. Just a tiny, tiny blurb for our favorite couple ever.

1 February 2024

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Mickey Garcia, smut, lingerie & 'keep your eyes on me'.

My first time writing for Fanboy and man oh man, did I enjoy it. Hope you like this!

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warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), language

Better Than Fiction

Mickey had been so excited when you surprised him with the gaming console he had been trying to get his hands on for months. He didn’t know you had been scouring the internet and calling every store in a 100 mile radius seeing if anyone had it or was getting it in stock in time for his birthday, but by the grace of the video game gods, you had managed to find one the day before his 30th birthday. You had broken more than a few speed limits going to get it to make sure no one else got it first, but the way he had lit up when he unwrapped it the next day had been worth the risk. It was so cute how happy he was and how he had immediately plugged it in and put in the game you had bought along with it. You didn’t even mind that he had spent the rest of his birthday playing it instead of the plans you had originally had. 

But that had been two weeks ago. And aside from when he was on base or in the air, Mickey hadn’t stopped playing it. You had barely had a full conversation with him, barely eaten any meals together, and your boyfriend, your sweet, normally horny and can’t keep his hands off you boyfriend, hadn’t touched you in two weeks. You were to the point of staging a break in and having the damn console be the only thing that went missing if he didn’t start paying attention to you soon. If your plan tonight didn’t work, you didn’t think you would have another choice. 

You stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of your shared apartment, fluffing your hair and adjusting the straps of your brand new lingerie. It was truly the skimpiest outfit you had ever worn. It was all sheer lace, lined in a blood red silk, and you felt so damn sexy. You ran a tube of your favorite red lipstick over your lips and stepped into the matching colored heels to complete the outfit. You had to give it to yourself - you looked damn good.

Giving yourself one more pep talk, you strutted into the living room. Like you anticipated, he was there on the couch, his controller in his hand as the video game played on the tv in front of him. He hadn’t even noticed you walk into the room. You cleared your throat from where you stood in the entry way, and he didn’t so much as glance in your direction. The last bit of your patience reached, you marched over to stand directly in front of him, your hands on your hips and face twisted in anger. 

“Honey, can you m…,” the words died off of Mickey’s tongue as he finally, finally looked at you. His eyes widened when he processed what you were wearing, his jaw dropping. “Holy shit.” 

“Mickey Garcia, I swear to God, if you don’t turn that thing off and keep your eyes on me for five fucking minutes, I’m going to throw it, and maybe you, out the damn window!”

You watched as he let the controller fall from his hand and clatter to the floor. Without taking his eyes off of you, he reached for the remote on the coffee table. He clicked the tv off without a word, and for the first time in two weeks, you didn’t hear some overdramatic, medieval battle playing as background noise in your apartment. Finally. 

“Mi amor…you look stunning. My God. You dressed up all for me?” 

HIs voice was filled with awe, and you could see his dick twitch from where it was confined within his thin athletic shorts. Satisfaction coursed through you, but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook yet. 

“I did,” you confirmed. You moved forward and straddled his lap, leaning forward to whisper directly into his ear. “But if you don’t have your head between my legs in the next thirty seconds to make up for the fact that you haven’t touched me in two weeks, I’m going to go find someone else who can appreciate it.” 

You barely got the words out before he was gripping your thighs and throwing you onto your back on the couch. You gasped in delight when he didn't hesitate to rip your brand new lingerie right off of you. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t realize I had been neglecting you. I’ll make it up to you.” He emphasized his words with kisses to your thighs, snipping at the skin. He buried his face in your pussy and inhaled deeply, groaning at your scent. You both groaned when he swiped his tongue through your folds. Oh, yes. This is exactly what you’ve been missing. 

“You can start by making me cum on your mouth,” you instructed, threading your fingers through his dark hair and pushing his face harder to you. His mouth felt heavenly as he worked you with his tongue diligently. “At least once. Maybe twice.” 

“I’ll make you cum as much as you want, mi amor,” he said, speaking the words against your soaking wet pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. “I’ll never ignore you again.” 

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Hello, im bamdy :33 (which is @bamdyalt and @bamdystuff)

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MY CURRENT MAIN OC:

(May contain blood, drugs, cocaine stuff, flushing lights, glitching and eye stain)

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Story:

I was born in south America while in november 12th "2015" I woke up gently not to cry as a baby, i learned how to walk, eat and have fun and now in july 25th "2023..(Grown up)" I was now ready to explore france, My parents were really old on July 25 2023. I want to go on a plane all by myself alone while sleeping, eating and going to the bathroom for a break, till I woke up, I now explore France/Paris

Why I love dave and bambi, happy tree friends, cult of the lamb, murder drones, Wii deleted you, sanrio, doors, sonic, mario, eddsworld, spooky month, tawog, south park and kirby:

Why do I love those characters?? Well as you can see back in December 30th 2022, When I was checking on google (I don't know how to login into google and YouTube) I saw these characters, Favorite perfect I just got to draw them but I draw dave and bambi cause there the best, I wont quit those characters/fandom so thats why i love those characters

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My favorite artist:

@davidsboyfriend

@xxnuclearrainbowxx

@Panda_fnf

@kittydoggo

@sashley

@typh

@mika_kit

@k-eke

@studioboner

Sugary(Youtube)

@mochaaaaaaaa and @sir-fluffbutts and even @flammekitsune

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I dont ship:

DARWIN X GUMBALL AND ROB X GUMBALL (block)

STOWERB X TONKER!! (Block)

And ah yes.. (Diamond man x Garrett, dave x tristan and dave x bambi) (A huge block)

What my favorite msm/My singing monsters are:

(Btw @msm-arts if you see this, reblog this so you will know before you read it and follow me)

Earth wubbox and pompom (that's it) :'))

My favorite characters:

DAVE, BAMBI, BANDU, TRISTAN, BAMBOM, RINGI, DALE, DAVID(THE MOST), BANJEX, BAMBLERY (IF THATS RIGHT), BAMBURAI, DINGLE, DONK, OG DAVE, EXPUNGED AND MARCELLO

----------------- OGGY AND THE COCKROACHES ----------------- BATIM/BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE ---------------- SIMON ---------------- HENRY STICKMIN ---------------- WALLY DARLING ---------------- PUPPETEER DAVE (IM SIMP, DONT ASK WHY), WUBBOXES ----------------

OMORI

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CULT OF THE LAMB and pizza tower and even pretty blood, poppy playtime, helluva boss, garten of banban

Art:

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Lore:

the fact if i tell you all of this, its just only if I can post something.. I a bit hidden lore why i got there into the orign or true from..

RULES:

No anti Muslims

No anti furries

No anti god

No anti christian

No hating in inbox (Huge block)

No doxxing me (ENDLESS BLOCK)

No NSFW

No rule34 (which is naked/n##es/p**n)

No saying "you have no bitches"

No answering a link (The scam and p**n link i am saying)

And one last thing/straw... No saying i like fortnite, no mocking me, no cyberbulling me, no taking down my tumblr, no reporting me(You're gonna get in trouble) and one last thing... NO.. FORCING ME... TO... DO... VORE...

And even no spamming my inbox (Humongous block)

(Credits to @daveandbambifan0505)

I ship: robot corn woman x bambi (dont ask why), unhinged dave x merri x bamdy x 3D dave (dont ask why again), og dave x Detimated dave x david x bamdy (AGAIN, DONT), my favorite ship: dave x muko and bamdy x wendu and taxesbi X puppeteer dave (DONT EVEN ASK WHY PR I WILL BLOCK YOU)

I have adhd/austim

I am pansexual and lesbian

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MY TRUE FROM OR ORIGN:

if I wawas just a little kid.. I was nowhere, I did not see anybody before when I got into the world of origins or true world.. They are around me.. Haunting me... my weakness was dale + expunged teaming up, I was.. scared in my demon form...

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There my type in my origin or true from.. If you did not read this, go back to my origin or true from page.. @artismeyou-45 @w00den-h3ad @the-chaos-axolotl @berrywasherealways @franny-demon3 @greatpersontyphoon @woodrocko @marvelousmockingbird @bumblebuzz-apiary @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @bee-and-the-slimes @spicymochi @fellawmicrowave @pusheen @puffychi @plushieanimals @paint4d @pawberri @paradoxical-pie @pawzn @y0-sax-gamerzz @yummmyscallops @hilochilds @hialeisanimation @honk-official @hejjhug @zedleaked @fishsoup04 @fizzybugzz @remaking-machine @uspop209 @ritacool69 @cutebendy @friendlyfox34

🇨🇳10/20%

🇩🇪8/10%

🇯🇵55/66%

🇰🇷40/50%

🇷🇺30/70%

🇺🇸1M/10M%

🇭🇺99/100M%

🇫🇷1000/1M%

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Also, silly things:

[captainx-camino]

I got to Experience Los Angeles Comic Con with my best friends in the entire world over my birthday weekend

We hit the road early in the morning on Thursday the 30th to form the Cross Guild (and Luffy) trip of a lifetime.

We picked up our bestie Fate (Mihawk) first and then headed out to Yeti's house to load up Mama Croc's Minivan.

I wore all the hats before loading them into the car, where we finally started the drive to Cali around 7-8am.

At some point we stopped at Eddie World, where my partner and I bought new friends, bat and platypus plushies we respectively named Jeff and Kiki.

On the 30th as a special gift for my birthday weekend, we stopped at Forest Lawn Cemetery to visit Dwight Frye.

This was an extremely emotional experience for me. I got to tell him how much me and my friends all appreciate his work and how much we all still love him and three little grass spiders crawled out onto the grave to say hello.

I also gave him a rose for everyone I know who wanted to pay their respects, which I truly believe made him happy.

I also cried like a bitch, but that's beside the point. It was incredibly special, the man is one of my heroes.

After that absolute emotional break mb, it still wasn't yet time to check into the hotel, so we swung by Little Tokyo for an early dinner (we each paid for dinner one of the four nights we were there, which was so much fun) I could not have asked for better people to spend my con weekend with.

The hotel was TINY. Like, you had to turn sideways to walk around the bed tiny, but we somehow managed to not kill each other despite sharing a room with no privacy or space (which is just a testament to our friendship tbh)

But, we all managed to make it work and we successfully got our room settled and sorted, picked up our badges Friday around noon (LACC did a fantastic job with their ADA stuff, despite a small hiccup with the stickers.)

We got to be Robin and Raven for the short day, did some shopping (I got some great birthday presents from everyone) and then my Rayray did a shoot in the room, which came out AMAZING.

ON THIS, THE DAY OF MY BIRTHDAY

December 2nd finally arrived! It's my birthday, I got to cosplay as my favorite character, my partner was my other favorite character, and my whole crew cosplayed One Piece with me!

My bestie Fate got to attend Thankmas in the morning, and then we all got back together to get a group photo with Jamie Campbell Bower (and I got a special solo one because it was my birthday)

He was so sweet and nice, and he almost killed me when he called me gorgeous. The picture was me freaking out a little, but it's fine. Lol He made my entire life.

The last day of con, I had also gotten the opportunity to get Jamie's signature - to which I decided to get my fanart of Henry and Eddie/Kas signed by him.

Not only did he specifically choose a pen that complimented the art (because he wanted it to look nice - I love him) but he asked if it was him and Joseph Quinn to which I said yes, it's Henry and Eddie, and he told me it was SEXY. He also wished me a happy birthday and told me I don't look a day over 19, which was wonderful since I'm 33. So, ya know...

Jamie Campbell Bower thinks my art is sexy and that I still look young and fresh. That's my accomplishment in life, I guess. Pretty good accomplishment, if you ask me...

And now Jamie also has a copy of this piece, which I hope he loves.

It truly has been the best birthday I've ever had and I couldn't have asked to spend it with better people.

I already miss my Cross Guild and I can't wait for the next event we attend together.

I never hoped to have friends as wonderful as I do in adult life. I love them so much and they love me just as much back. It's been so amazing having them in my life, I can't even begin to express how grateful I am.

[louandhazaf]

ANNUAL WRITING SELF EVALUATION 2023

List of works published this year:

Wanted: Dog Walker // Louis needs a dog walker. / Harry answers the ad. A Social Construct // Five times Harry and Louis try to lose their virginity and one time they finally do.

Tongue Tied // Louis’ new bestie placed a hand on his shoulder; he turned with a sway and looked into his blue eyes. ”What do you wish?” / The world spun for a moment, and Louis shrugged. It was easy. The only thing he wanted. “I wish that I could tell Harry that I love him, instead of getting all tongue tied and chickening out.” / The Irishman winked. “You never know, your wish may just come true.” / “From your lips to God’s ears, mate.” He gave the man a hug. “I gotta go before my Uber leaves me.” / He stumbled to the door, and that was the last thing he remembered from the night. ‘tis the damn season // Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

Work you are most proud of (and why): ‘tis the damn season because I have always said that there was absolutely no way I could write an advent fic day by day. And yet, when Nov 30th came around and I only had two chapters, my fomo won over my fear of failure and I thought I’d give it a try, because the worst that would happen is that I wouldn’t finish it, which would’ve been fine! But then with the help of everyone who read along, I actually did it! 

A favorite excerpt of your writing: unlike most years, when I quickly scrolled through my works, nothing specific jumped out, so I’ll just say that I really liked how ch 6 rolled into ch 7 in ‘tis the damn season! 

Share or describe a favorite review you received: literally every single one.

A time when writing was really, really hard: oh boy. Okay. so if you go back and read my 2022 recap, and 2021, you’ll see that writing has consistently been hard for me for a few years. So, this year I told myself not to worry about it, that I could not write a single thing and not feel bad about it. I didn’t do a ton of writing this year, but having the internal pressure off sure helped. Even though I really miss the way it used to be. 

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: I’ll say Zayn in ‘tis the damn season, because I didn’t have a role for her when I started, and I really liked her as minor threat slash Louis’ bff and sometimes hookup. I want someone to write a story in her pov. lmaoooo How did you grow as a writer this year: I really tried to get rid of my perfectionist tendencies and tried to write without putting pressure on myself. 

How do you hope to grow next year: i dont even know, tbh. I’ll be very happy if I match my 2023 fic count. 

Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): I adore everything that @disgruntledkittenface put out this year. The way she keeps pushing herself is really inspiring.

Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: ummm, I guess the ‘moving back home thing’... idk. Nothing i wrote this year hit particularly close to home. 

Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: i love you. please keep going!

Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: what I would give to be able to write the next installment of Swallow My Words. Thank you so much to @kingsofeverything @allwaswell16 @lululawrence and @haztobegood for tagging me! @phdmama want to join in the fun? @disgruntledkittenface did i miss yours? anyone else??? (also, here’re my responses from 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022)

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Resident Evil x Halloween

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He doesn’t hate it, but he doesn’t love it either. He doesn’t understand the thrill of getting dressed up in silly costumes or why we spend time decorating the house just for one night, but he loves the pumpkin spice latte and carving pumpkins. Despite working for evil corporations such as Umbrella or Tricell, he won’t forbid their employees to wear costumes. They’re already sleep deprived, might as well have some fun so they feel alive. It’s safe to say that nobody has the guts to prank him, maybe except Chris or Excella. Chris would get extra hours as a punishment (no party at Jill’s house for him) and Excella would get choked.

Wesker will hide in his office until all this hype is over and everything is back to normal. His little safe space is a lab in the underground floor, where he only has access. He has had his rituals ever since his Umbrella days.  

He has a soft spot, though, and that’s Sherry. He will go trick or treating with her if necessary. It's the only situation where he'll make an effort to get out of his lab. Besides, he already wears a costume, and I imagine him leaving the station and going straight to Sherry. Wesker will compliment her costume and will try to look happy even if he is dying inside, for her sake. 

He loves horror movies, and his favourites are the medical ones.

He lives this holiday every day as he is constantly surrounded by monsters and gore. However, that didn't kill his love for Halloween. He has conflicted feelings about the zombie costumes, though.

He used to go trick or treating with Claire when they were little, and their tradition continued until she got into high school and she started going to parties. He liked getting candies and dressing up funny no matter how old he was.They would wear matching costumes and share the candies after the night. 

He has many pictures of them that he keeps close. This holiday is very nostalgic for him as it reminds him of better times. They try to hold on to this even if they are grown ups, but because of their jobs, they are rarely free on Halloween. When they can, they go out to a bar with a couple of friends and drink. 

He loves horror movies, and if time allows, he’ll run a marathon on the 30th and 31st either by himself, with some friends or with a significant other. He always loved killer clowns, and IT movies are his favorite.

He used to dress up and go out trick or treating until he was 21. Yes, he enjoyed it that much and yes, he made that decision. He didn't go alone, and surprisingly, people gave him candy. After that, they would go to parties and drink until they passed out. He was such a cinnamon roll until the Raccoon City incident. He was a party animal, and his costumes were usually very slutty. Yes, it’s cold during this time, but alcohol keeps him warm. Leon would be sick the following week, but to put it in his words, “it was worth it.”

After he had a taste of the real world, he looked at this holiday with different eyes. The costumes were silly, the decorations were cheap and ugly, and the candies would give you cavities. He doesn't have anything against people who enjoy this day, but he would prefer to lock himself in the house, ignore the kids that knock on his door, and watch a movie. He kept his drinking habits.

When he is in the mood, he'll put on old Halloween movies, such as the Chuky series, because they were his favorites. They make him nostalgic as they remind him of a time when he was happy and the world was different.

Oh, this man enjoys this holiday and comes in full bundle: costume, realistic decorations, and scary pranks. He is among the people that help set the mood (decorating the hallways, nap rooms, receptions, and much more) with creepy things. The facility had always had an odd vibe to it, but now Carlos was helping it reach its full potential, or at least the parts he was allowed to.I'm talking about blood dripping off the walls, dirty beds and chairs hanging around, decapitated heads that look too real, etc. 

Not only that, but he and a few buddies of his pull various Halloween pranks which annoy or scare his coworkers. His main choices are zombie costumes for an obvious reasons. Because of that, there was almost a biohazard alert. Carlos got suspended. 

Tyrell is an easy target because he gets scared easily and it shows, despite him trying to play it cool. Nikolai knows the drill and learned how to hide from Carlos (he has the same scary routine every year, but Nikolai memorized it in order to avoid him). There are certain people he doesn't have the courage to scare, and those are Mikhail and Sergei. He sometimes pranks the security guy, Daniel. 

Overall, he loves this holiday and he tries to bring the spirit into other people's hearts as well. Oh, and Carlos has back-up costumes just in case (for him and for anyone in need). Outside of the zombie costume, he dressed as slutty as possible.

His main objective is to avoid Carlos. Yeah, he hates this holiday, and no matter how much Carlos tries to shove it down his throat, he just won't like it. He’ll rather spend time home or on the field risking his life for whatever reason.

He doesn’t make an effort to dress up, or to cook something themed. If there is something he does, he’ll either hide in his home and watch scary movies, or hide with Wesker in his lab and talk shit about other people. Sergei is their main target, followed by Spencer.

However, there are times when Carlos persuades him to attend some parties, and usually tricks him with booze. Once inside Nikolai will pour Vodka down his throat and watch him turning into a party animal. 

As for movies, Predator or Alien work for him, since they’re filled with both action and horror and they keep him on the edge. 

Let’s be honest, his factory is a Halloween setting at all times of the year. Still, that doesn’t mean he won’t try to bring that horror and terror to the villagers. When night falls over the village, he’ll release some soldati to roam the land and scare off the people. One will hide in the fallow plot, acting like a scarecrow. One will hide behind the wheel, waiting for the next victim, and so on. The sound of their drills will be heard throughout the village as they create panic and terror. People will scream, children will cry, and Heisenberg will light up his cigar and laugh at the unfortunate souls. 

The villagers don’t celebrate this holiday, but Karl saw so many western movies and shows that he got hooked up with it. He took it as a personal task to scare the crap out of the villagers. 

He and Alcina will make bets on who can survive the night without fainting. Typical sibling bonding time. 

Alcina doesn’t like Halloween, but Donna and Moreau do, so he’ll help them with their costumes and decorations. He’ll make metal skulls or bones for those who want. 

Now, his soldiers won’t hurt the villagers. They’re tasked with giving them a good scare and retreating to the factory at sunrise. He leaves the killing for another time.

His love for Halloween will never die, and he will pass it on to his daughter Rose as well. There will be spooky decorations, but in moderation, and nothing too explicit, despite what Ethan would like. A skeleton there, a pumpkin here, and some fangs around the house, all of these thanks to Rose’s helpful little hands. They will also make spider cupcakes, finger-like hotdogs, and apple cider for adults. 

Yes, he will dress her up as her favorite monkey toy and will go trick or treating in the village. Mia made her costume. The villagers don’t celebrate this holiday, but they’ll gladly give Rose candies and whatever else they find around the house.

Ethan used to be a hardcore fan and the house used to be like a horror movie set. Mia had a rough time during that day because she was the main subject prone to all those scares. Now she actually enjoys it because, thanks to her daughter Rose, Ethan had to calm down. Also, she looks so cute in her costume. 

Ethan would sit Rose next to him and teach her how to carve a pumpkin, even if she was still a baby. When the girls are asleep, he'll put on his favorite movie, and that is Friday the 13th.

Didn't notice the decorations or costumed people. He is too busy with his research, which means he will walk past them with an empty stare. 

He never went trick or treating with Sherry. If Annette can't do it, he'll manipulate Albert to go while he works on the G-virus. 

Like Albert, he never liked Halloween as he never understood why people put so much effort into something that lasts just a day. Still, one thing he enjoys are Carlos's pranks. Those bring him joy as those poor, exhausted people get scared. 

Even if he spends most of the time in solidarity, Albert and Anette bring him candies and small themed toys which they place on his desk. Albert brings him candies from Sherry, and Anette buys something from a store, like a small glowing pumpkin.

He enjoys scientifically made horror movies. Sinister is his favorite, and he’ll watch it during his almost non-existent breaks while eating the candies Wesker and Anette brought. He finishes the movie by the next Halloween.

She is a hardcore fan. Jill lived this holiday with all her heart, and all the horror she witnessed didn’t change her attitude a bit. On the contrary, she loves it more and each year she spends more and more time trying to perfect her party. 

She can’t transform her workplace into a haunted set, but she will transform her own house. She puts a lot of effort into every tiny detail, and it's safe to say that she starts early, like two weeks prior. The decorations can be very graphic, and you need a strong stomach if you enter. There will be hyper-realistic cakes as well, that will look like human brains and such. Her specialty is pies with scary faces.

Over the years, she had less and less time to deal with it because it seemed the evil was rising, especially that day. The best parties were when she worked in the RPD, because she was younger and wilder, and so were her coworkers. Still, they had to focus on their work as the only thing that could beat Valentine's murder house was one of Wesker's outbursts. 

Her costumes will be gory, and she will scare a lot of people with them. Not that she doesn’t enjoy it. She views this as a form of art. 

She carried the love for this holiday throughout the years, and it doesn’t seem like it will fade soon.

She liked it as a child, but over the years she got bored of it. Sure, she has beautiful memories from the time she and Chris went trick or treating or when they'd pull silly pranks on the orphanage's staff, but those times are over now. 

Once older, I think she’ll take a week off just to go to New Orleans and celebrate Halloween there. She’ll go on “haunted tours”, parades, costume parties, music festivals, and other events. She'll dress up as a fairy, and she'll throw a lot of glitter into the costume and make-up. 

If she can’t take the small holiday, she’ll celebrate in town with a couple of friends and maybe Chris if he can join. Nothing too sophisticated, just a movie marathon with some spooky treats and booze.

When she’s not out partying, she does charity work at the nearest orphanage. She and other volunteers take the kids to trick or treat, where they buy their costumes, and at the end, they all gather in a room and tell scary stories. One of her happiest memories was with her and Chris during this time of year, and if she could bring the same joy to others, why not.

 Ada Wong

She doesn't have time for this because she is constantly working on missions. However, if she happens to have a day off during Halloween, she’ll probably spend it by taking care of her apartment. It’s her safe space (even if it's temporary) and she wants it to be as cozy as possible. 

She won’t spend much on decorating, since that takes time and she wants to save most of it. She would buy the minimum, meaning a few webs, some frozen scary pizza, some pumpkins that she'd carve later, and some candies for the kids. Alcohol won’t be missed from the cart either. 

Once her home is ready, she’ll pour a glass of wine and put on some movies. Some pumpkins are on the balcony, and some are indoors. She doesn’t want to attract unwanted attention. 

Her spooky costume is a set of nice and comfy pyjamas, and her comfort movies are the Halloween series. She has a tiny crush on Michael Myers. She won’t mind the company of a certain government agent thought. 

 Alex Wesker

She is so busy that she doesn't notice the change in the environment. She also saw so many mutilated bodies that whenever she sees the fake dismembered body parts, she thinks about how poorly the cleaning staff are doing their job. Eventually, someone tells her she can relax a little since there is no biohazard danger. 

Alex doesn’t like Halloween because she thinks it’s silly. She thinks it’s impractical to put so much effort into one day, or into wearing a costume that helps you blend in with the spirits. Usually she doesn’t interfere with others' business, because she thinks she’s superior and there’s no point in starting arguments (she is always right).

If she has a day off, she'll hide in a lab or retreat to her house, where she’ll watch some classic horror movies such as Nosferatu or The Exorcist. She also likes serial killer documentaries, as they stimulate her mind. Watching those is like conducting a mini-research on the darkest side of their minds. 

Lady Dimitrescu

This lady doesn't celebrate Halloween, but she finds great joy upon seeing the poor villagers being scared by Heisenberg. She would gladly join the scare, but her presence might be too much for them. Besides, she wants them healthy for Christmas, when her hunting will begin. 

She is against decorating the castle as she thinks it might ruin the aesthetic. If her daughters want to decorate, they’ll just do their rooms. 

To commemorate the spirit of this holiday, she will host a dinner at her castle and invite everyone. Pork will be served to the guests, and well, human meat for the ladies of the house. Besides, she’ll help her daughters make some thematic treats, like scary pies or hotdog mummies.

The victims' screams can be heard throughout the year, but now they have a more special value. 

She won’t wear a costume, but she will help Donna make some for her girls since they enjoy it so much. After dinner is served, they’ll probably have a movie marathon. I think they’ll watch the “Wrong Turn” series since it’ very grotesque and they all seem to enjoy it. 

 Daniela

Because of the cold weather, this might be the last day of the year where she is allowed to go outside. So, because she is kind of a hopeless romantic, she’ll search for her soulmate in the village. 

All year she is busy hunting with her sisters, and she doesn’t have time to find a nice guy who won’t end up as a meal. She will dress up as a normal villager and wander those paths in search of her lover. 

She is a very beautiful woman, and inevitably, someone will fall for her charms. They’ll walk through the Beneviento gardens, laugh, and tell ghost stories to kill time. However, when the night falls, she’ll leave to attend her mother’s dinner, even if she doesn’t want to. She leaves with the hope that the young man she found will somehow arrive at the castle gates, or that he will survive the winter. 

At their dinner, she will change her attire to one of Donna’s costumes. She will be a princess, of course, with a shiny tiara and hells. 

 Cassandra

It might be the last day of the year where she is allowed to go outside because of the cold weather, so she does what she enjoys the most: hunting. She doesn’t go for the people since she has to keep them for Christmas as per her mother’s orders. So, she’ll go into a lycan nest to fulfill her sadistic pleasures before the winter lockdown. The lycans don’t represent a huge interest for her, as they are easy targets. It’s the Uriasi she’s after, as they’re harder to kill and they are more of a challenge. The jackpot of the night belongs to Urias Strajer. 

After her hunt, she’ll join her other sisters and mother, helping them to set up the dinner. She’ll rest a little before as she puts all her energy into her hunting trips. She keeps a score to herself, and always tries to beat her last year's performance. 

After that, she’ll show up dressed as a huntress, carrying a crossbow. Van Hesing is her favorite movie and the inspiration behind the costume. 

Donna usually compliments the girls’ costumes, so they won’t end up in a stupid competition. 

 Bela

While her sisters are out having fun, she’ll choose to remain at home and help her mother with the preparations. She is the oldest, and the responsibility often hangs over her shoulders. 

She will go into the garden and pick some pumpkins to carve. Alcina allowed them to decorate the dining room and her rooms. 

If she finishes in time, she’ll read something until the guests arrive. There will be some inevitable fights between the sisters, as Daniela will probably be late and Cassandra will refuse to clean up the blood from her clothes and attempt to go to the dinner like that. 

Bela chose to dress as a witch, since it doesn’t take much time to put on the costume. If I think about it, she isn’t that excited about Halloween, but she does all of this for her sisters. When they arrive and before getting dressed, they will start working on the treats. There would be chaos there too, and Bela would have to put them in place every single time.

At the marathon, she will fall asleep because she is exhausted. 

 Rose Winters

She loves it because it's the only time of the year where she can use her powers without being called a "freak". Sadly, she doesn't get invited to big parties, but she'll invite some of her friends over to her house to watch movies and gossip.

She does share the same passion as her father, but she will prefer cute decorations over realistic ones. Since Chris made a promise to Ethan to watch over Rose, he would go trick or treating with her, while Mia would take care of the house. She’ll make the scary treats for the guests, prepare the movies, and decorate the living room with the silly and shiny decorations Rose chose. A few webs here, some plastic pumpkins there, some skeletons hanging around, and nothing more. 

Giving Chris’ intimidating presence, the bullies will stay away from her and she will return with a bag full of sweets. 

She and her friends will share the candies they gathered and watch IT, All Hallows’ Eve, Stitches and so on. She has the same passion for killer clowns as Chris.

 Sherry Birkin

The only time she had fun on Halloween was during her childhood, when Annette or Albert would go trick or treating with her, and at the end of the night she’d watch Hocus Pocus or Casper. After the Racoon City incident, she didn’t have time to enjoy as she was either training or being experimented on. 

Later, when she got rid of Simmons and regained some freedom, she tried recreating those moments. She was too old for trick or treating, but she attempted parties. When you work in the government, you meet all sorts of influential people, so she's got plenty of options. 

If she is not in the mood, she’ll ask Jake if he wants to spend Halloween together. They’ve gotten closer, and she feels safe around him. He won’t say no, obviously. 

They'd both go shopping for candies and possibly some wine. They’re too tired to decorate Sherry’s apartment, so a marathon works just fine. 

They’ll watch some movies that Sherry watched as a child, since they’re easy to follow and both prefer something easy. They've both witnessed gore and horror in real life, so just this once, they’d like to watch something goofy. 

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

We all know how dramatic 70’s Harry is and he turns 30 today 🤭

Y/n wakes him up with a birthday blowjob, and he’s all relaxed and happy, kissing her after and cuddling into her until she finally gets a moment to really wish him a happy birthday, to wrap her arms around her husband, give him a kiss and say “happy 30th birthday baby”

And that’s what send him into a spiral

“What? What? Happy what?” He’s shooting out of bed and pushing his hands through his hair

“What’s wrong, H? You were fine five seconds ago.”

“Oh my god I’m thirty! I’m an adult and I have responsibilities!”

“You’ve been an adult! You’ve have responsibilities. Hell, you have children!”

“But I’m fucking thirty, lovebird. You don’t get it. I’m fucking wasting away”

And he spends the rest of the day groaning like he has a fever or something

And once y/n gets him to put on an actual outfit because friends are coming over he takes it so slow and doesn’t even care that people are showing up while he’s in the back in only a shirt and his briefs, smoking a joint

It’s his house so he can do whatever he wants, and he’s having a hard day

“Come on, perk up. I planned this whole party for you.”

“I’m fucking thirty years old, firefly.” He ashes his joint “I’ll never be in my twenties again. I can’t party, I can’t do anything, I just have to work.”

“You’re so dramatic. Shut up and stop being bitter”

And he sit and sulks the rest on the day until night when he drags himself to the bedroom only to find his wife in some pretty lingerie 🤭 which end up being his favorite gift

Thank you to my bestest friend @harrysddtittys for reminding me that today is 70’s Harry’s 30th birthday bc that man in the worlds most dramatic

[viking-writing]

Hallo hallo!💕 HAPPY NEW YEARS/GODT NYTTÅR!🎉

I'm planning on getting the first fic in my Rammstein AU fic series done in 2024! Hopefully before the end of January as that is Rammsteins 30th anniversary-month (Or so I've been told?) but 2024 is their anniversary year anyway so I'll be done long before the end of this year with the first fic in the series! 😁

@marimayscarlett you need to help me with some of the german so you get to read all the chapters before everyone else! ^^

Here is a sneak peak on some of my OC's.

I've actually found at least one of them on "thispersondoesnotexist.com" and it was surreal how the looks matched so perfectly with how I visioned him in my head. Especially considering how the page just makes random AI persons every single time you refresh. I even ended up finding TWO pictures of him (the two fake men look nearly identical and it was beyond perfect for how I visioned him!)

I'll save the "realistic pictures" for some other time. Instead enjoy some piccrew avatars I made of some of my OC's (with some added facts. Warning; this is a long read so if you don't bother you can just look at the avatars instead)

Name: Cornelia Francesca (II/the 2nd.). However she prefers to only go by "Cornelia" or "Nelia" for short.

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: That depends on what you lay in the meaning "nationality" (She is mostly German by blood but she was born and grew up in France.)

Facial features: Very pale skin (her veins are mostly visible) and her face is heartshaped. She considers her chin to be "too long and sharp-pointed" and with her big dark- blue, doll-like eyes and blonde curly locks she is often underrestimated or "sweet-talked". Her brows are Blonde/white/nearly "invisible", and her upper lip is slightly bigger than her lower lip, which sometimes could be mistaken for a "frowning pout". Furthermore her lips has no cupids bow. Lastly she "wishes she could have had freckles or beauty marks" as she "finds such to be very unique and beautiful."

Body type: She is tall and has an Hour glass figure. She is naturally heavy chested while her waist is small both by birth and "by the aid of corsets."

Piercings and tattoos: None. Trying to pierce a hole into her would "be a waste of time."

Diet: Vegetarian (mostly). She doesn't mind eating eggs or drinking milk as long as its from trusted farms.

Musical taste: Her taste in music is vast and consist of any genre, from any decade. She doesn't have any favorite band or artist in particular as she doesn't like to place any artist or band "up on a pedestal" as they are "all to be considered talented and should therefore all be equally appreciated".

Fashion sense: Anything from disorted jeans to long ruffled lace skirts. Her most "outraged/scandalous" fashion statement are probably the times when she likes to adjust/modify her corsets so they would fit over jeans and t-shirts. However she doesn't like bold prints or too strong colors, except deep blue or deep red. She wish she could have earrings but as already mentioned: piercing her ears would be a waste of time. She likes wearing necklaces that are simple and not too flashy: anything from simple stone pendants to single colored heavy laced chokers though as for pearls, she has "always found them too mature looking."

Name: Bas (He thinks his mother gave him way too many names, so he prefers to only use the first one.)

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/Him (but he won't correct you if you say they/them.)

Sexuality: Asexual & Aromantic He thinks Romance is ok in movies and books...but "in real life he is good with having family and friends!"

Nationality: The Republic of the Congo.

Skin color: Black "and beautiful" as he would usually say.

Facial features: A rounded face. Bald head he lost his hair due to "some hair...disease?" He doesn't remember what it was called, and "he doesn't really care. Without hair it's easier for him to get ready in the morning and then he can have plenty of time to do fun things!". His nose is wide and short with wide nostrils. He really likes his nose, and the rest of his face! His facial hair is usually scruffy or cleaned shaved. He "tried to grow a moustache, once....and it turned out all patchy so he never wants to do it again!". He has black/dark brown puppy- eyes which according to him means he can "get whatever he wants? No he is probably too old for that trick!" . His eyes have dark circles and a few wrinkles under them but he knows that "in his age being tired is a cool lifestyle, so the dark circles are matching great!".

Body Type: A little on the heavier side with a little portruding tummy, which is alright! He is "exactly how he wants to be and no one can tell him otherwise!"

Piercings and tattoos: Both of his ear lobes are pierced with a metal/silvery earring. He wish he could get tattoos but thinks he "probably wouldn't tolerate that much pain over such a long period of time."

Diet: "Anything goes." He thinks "pasta is boring unless you add some mushroom, a hearty meat sauce and spinach." He thinks "seafood is alright. Shrimps are very good" but to him "nothing beats a well done burger and salty fries!" He thinks that chickens tastes good but that "the source material looks messed up when it runs around and has feathers on it." Basically he thinks all birds are scary and that they "should stay as far away from him as possible!"

Favorite type of music: Bas likes most music but claims that Opera "is the worst." He also thinks that lyrical Jazz that is "too upbeat" sounds "weird and too loud/too confusing." Slow, Classical or electronic music is wonderful if he "wants to relax." He doesn't really appreciate Reggea music too much although "Mark" (Markus) has tried his best to show him "the beauty of it." Soul music is ok, but can get a bit too "screamy/naggy" after a while...

Fashion sense: He loves to wear colorful t- shirts, matched up with a well used, black suit jacket or black, wool coat jacket. Nearly all of his shirts has mostly either vibrant colors or has a cool pattern on them. But it has to be a pattern that is "repetitive and isn't too overwelming". According to himself he "probably doesn't own a single pair of suit pants." In addition to the colorful t-shirts and hoodies; dark or standard colored jeans, comfy shorts and sweatpants is what he "prefers to live in, depending on the season." A hat, preferably a cap worn the "correct way and not backwards" is a "must to protect his head from being burned". He loves colorful hoodies and brown or red scarfs. He doesn't like to wear beanies, because he thinks it "makes him look like the stereotypical black burglar/rapper guy". As for jewelry he doesn't bother to wear any except for the wrist watch he got from his dad, and his standard black or silvery gray earrings. He thinks goldchains are "super corny and he wouldn't be caught dead or alive wearing one! Not even if someone paid him!" As for shoes; regular short laced up leather boots are "easy to wear and they go with anything". Either that or he likes to wear black sneakers, as white sneakers, according to him "would again make him look too much of a rapper guy or some kid trying to impress someone".

Name: Markus E. Weiss and "please don't ever call him "Mark" or "Markie" or any other shortened nicknames as he doesn't appreciate that".

Gender: Male. He says he "doesn't understand the meaning or the need for the word cis. " He also says he "won't understand what 'being trans' means." Hopefully he can be thought otherwise.

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: West-German (the former GDR)

Skin color: White

Facial features: He thinks his face is pretty average and oval shaped, especially for "a man in his age". He has a slightly rounded, slightly pointed chin. His blue medium big, slightly down-turned eyes is for the most part behind a pair of silvery steel, squared shaped glasses. He has been told he has very "kind but sad looking eyes". His brown hair that has "gotten lighter with age", is sually sleeked back without any shaved sides. His hair tends to get very wavy the day after he has showered. His nose is slightly downturned with a slightly narrow- rounded tip and he thinks it looks "pretty average just like most of his face". He has pretty straight teeth except for one upper tooth off to the side that is a little shorter than the rest. His ears are a little portruding. His lips are thin, and it makes him look very mischeavious whenever he is lightly smiling.

Body type: "Asymmetrical" and he is "too embarrassed to tell you how/why". Although he believes he is "quite fit for a man of his age he "knows its only a question of time before he gets thinner or gets a belly/tummy just like most men his age if they don't regularly work out".

Piercings and tattoos: None. Because he thinks that "such things doesn't look right. Except for earrings", but for him earrings "belong in the past with his long hair and big sunglasses."

Diet: What he is being served, which is mostly vegetarian food now...unless "there is a special delivery that contains meat in it". He doesn't drink alcohol. He likes a good stew or "anything that is homemade with lots of love and tradition" but all in all he "isn't really picky on trying out new types of food".

Favorite type of music: He mostly listens to classic rock, or 80's rock, although "Soul and Reggea with a meaning has the sound that makes the world go around." He thinks Patti Smith, Pat Benatar and Annie Lennox are "very underrated." Some of his favorite artists includes Patti Smith, Queen, The Doors, David Bowie, The Ramones and The Rolling Stones. He "doesn't really care that much for hip hop, but they are talented in singing fast/rapping, but it just isn't what he would listen to".

Fashion sense: He mostly wears his uniform. Sometimes he wears the black turtle neck without the gray uniform jacket, and pairs this with the gray or navy blue uniform pants or black suit pants. He "probably doesn't own more than one pair of jeans but he swears that velvet bell-bottom pants were everything when he was younger!" He likes to sleep in black or dark gray sweat pants paired with old washed out band t-shirts or single colored (dark blue, white, dark gray or black) long-sleeves. When he is at work he has a silver pocket watch attached to his suitjacket or fastened by the hip at the belt of his suit/uniform pants. He thinks its "practical that the watch can be attached to the belt if it becomes too hot to wear the uniform jacket".)

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That was some of the characters , but I'm also adding a little bonus. Richard Z Kay in a fancy halloween costume/sexy vampire bat-costume! I swear this character is always so extra. It's funny how real-life Richard Kruspe is one of my least favorite Rammstein member, but in my fic series he is actually one of my favorite characters and I am going to defend him at any cost! I honestly wish he was real and that we could hang out not just "in my head/imagination".

Name: Richard Zee Kay/ RZK/Richard Z. Kruspe/Richard Zven/Sven Kruspe Landers. (The list could be endless for a diva like him!)

Gender: male, bclaims that "sometimes he is a whole gender for himself that should NOT be messed with and always have his way or isn't "diva" considered a gender?"

Pronouns: He/him/"Katchen/Fab/Herr Fab/Frau Fab/Divalicious😘".

Sexuality: PAULsexual ❤ ("it's ok to be GAY"/fab-sexual)

Nationality: West Germany (former West-Berlin.)

Skin color: White or fake/real tan

Facial features: A very sharp jawline and a sharp chin, that he hates as it "looks way too masculine". He has ususally "neatly plucked brows". His eyes are big and blue but slightly downturned. His hair is naturally brown and thick/wavy but he used to have "awful blonde dreadlocks which wasn't his choice by the way". Nowadays (at the beginning of the story) he mostly keeps his hair short and dyes it black and "unlike your neighbour or your aunt he is a master colorist and knows EXACTLY what he is doing!" He has according to his husband Paul and his best friend Thalia a "charming, slightly boy-ish smile especially after he had his teeth properly cleaned and fixed". Another thing that Thalia and Paul has told him is that "his face is really expressive, especially when he disprooves/shows a disgust or confusion about something". He doesn't like his own nose as "it could have been a lot shorter" but his husband Paul has claimed that "that would probably make him look like Michael Jackson AFTER plastic surgery" so Richard slowly accepted the nose that "the universe gave him." He has thin lips, but according to him, his husband Paul "has never complained...if ya know what he means? 😉"

Body type: Richard "used to be a twink-teen in the 80's and early 90's (he was born in 1973 in my fic series) but has bulked up A LOT since then! 💪" He now (at the beginning of the story) has a strong v-shaped back with back-dimples something Paul seemingly "knows to take advantage of 😉" According to Paul, Richard's broad upper body is "both a turn on and an odd threat". Richard would now describe himself as "a friendly but bossy hunk with an ass that is bigger, more perfect and more plump than yours will ever be!". Further he claims that he "takes great pride in keeping his ass that way" and that "it's reserved for Paul H. Landers anygays so don't you even bother!". Richard describes his chest as "more amazing than whatever cleavage you will ever have." Further he says that "unfortunally he wasn't given a big dick that would match his big attitude", but he also tries to remind himself about how Paul always tells him that he "has a beautiful penis/Schwanz...just the way it is". In other words: Richard's below average dick size doesn't affect his self esteem "as much as it used to before he met Paul" and he claims "he owes this to his wonderful husband who loves him as him ❤".

Diet: "Anything goes as long as HE or any other professionally trained chef has prepared the food, because he used to be a chef before he became a hair stylist and master colorist". He claims that the reason for why he quit as a chef was "as much as he loved making food, it got too warm and stressful in the restaurant-kitchen and that just spiked his anxiety to the max!"). He prefers pasta or pizza and "didn't like soups at first but Paul convinced him and now he is hooked on all kinds of soups just as much as his husband!" He tries to eat as much proteins as he can "without chugging down on protein shakes, and actually if he can avoid having to drink those nasty shakes again and still get bulked up nicely, then that would be perfect!"

Piercings/tattoos: He "used to rock a belly button after he first started dating Paul but it rejected, and yes he is still upset by that." As for jewelry he first "shared one of Paul's silvery or black earrings and thought it was cute that they could wear one, each, until Paul began to nag on him to get it back for the sake of symmetry". Which "gave him the push to save money for another hole in the 2nd ear and finally buy his own earrings". Other than that he has been thinking about "getting a tongue piercing or a brow piercing" and although Paul seems to be "very supportive of the tongue piercing, he thinks Richard first needs to decide an actual SHAPE of his brow before he gets it pierced so sadly it never happened". As for tattoos, Richard doesn't have any but he claims that for a short time he "dead-seriously wanted to have 'Property of Paul L.' or 'Property of Heiko' (Paul's birth name.)" tattooed above his ass, but "Paul talked him out of it". He has also thought about getting a tattoo of a guitar on his wrist or shoulder that would "symbolize that his husband used to be a punk guitarist in a band in the 80's and early 90's". Another tattoo that Richard is still considering is "cool, diagonally aligned black stars on both of his hips."

Favorite type of music: "Paul's moans, laughter and guitar riffs🥰"... KISS. Scorpions. Firehouse "just to mention a few". He says he "loves to listen to any brutal Death Metal song, anything by Nine Inch Nails, Feeling B, Depeche Mode, The Ramones, The Sex Pistols or Danzig whenever he is jogging or lifting weights." He claims to have "always been a fan of 80's and 90's synth pop, goth, and punk and swears that his favorite punk band now is Feeling B" which was Paul's former band who disbanded sometime in the early 90's, but with a last concert in the early 00's. Some other of Richard's favorite bands/artists includes Sisters of Mercy. The Mission. London After Midnight. The Lords of The Church. Death. The Misfits. The Clash.Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Tool. Slayer. Kreator. DIO. Lamb of God. Accept. White Snake. Nazareth. Meshugga... but "the list could go on and on but it's mostly guys with deep and kinda depressive voices.. " After he started dating Paul, Richard got into David Bowie and the industrial metal band Hindenburg" (although in your universe/the real world, they are known as Rammstein) while Thalia got him into liking Eisbrecher and darker techno.

Fashion sense: "The best!💋" according to himself; no matter what Paul, Thalia or anyone else tells him.

[thisapplepielife]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I'm very belated for this, but thanks for the tag @hbyrde36!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

18! But a lot of those are in the Wildflowers series. (Maybe it should have been chaptered? I still don't know what the right answer was, lol.)

So, I basically have 3 things to read, if you count the two parts of the Jagged Little Pill series as one, and I always do. Wildflowers is for those that wanted more of Tuesday's, and not that many people wanted to read Tuesday's in the first place, haha. So it's a niche of a niche. But I hold it close to my heart, and it makes me happy that a few of you have been so on board with it, too. ❤️

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

487,289. Which is kind of crazy. I just looked, and I started writing You Oughta Know on July 30th, 2022. From then until today, that's 457 days. That's averaging over 1,000 words a day. That seems wild. (And I've got a lot of unpublished words still in the chamber, haha.)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Stranger Things right now, but I'm not opposed to branching out as the mood strikes. I think I'd love to take on David/Patrick of Schitt's Creek someday.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Take the Money and Run (by a country mile, lol)

You Oughta Know

I'm Brave, But I'm Chicken Shit

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind

You Don't Know How It Feels (I didn't realize it had overtaken the first part of Wildflowers, so that's fun! More readers must have enjoyed the look at the Corroded Coffin boys, and I dig it.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I definitely try to respond to them all. Sometimes I'm a little slow about it though, sorry!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I like a happy ending. But Time to Move On, I guess? It's just a part of a series, so it's not like the ending is permanently sad, but that one does end at a sad point in their lives.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them are pretty happy, but I'm partial to the epilogue ending of Take the Money and Run. That will always have my heart. ❤️

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a very little, so I feel pretty lucky.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, and I write what fits the larger story, I hope. I've written M/M and F/M, so far. I haven't done a full PWP, though some of the parts of Wildflowers were supposed to be that, but the dang plot kept getting in the way. Whoops.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Just little brief ones, so far. There's a couple in Take the Money and Run that I find fun, but if you don't get them, I don't think they detract from the story.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, and I'm not sure it'd work for most of my stuff, with all the mixed media.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I'm not sure how good I'd be at that. I write by jumping all over the place. That'd probably be annoying for someone else to deal with, lol!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

All time? Man, that's hard. I'm obviously deep in a Steddie hole at the moment. But I'll go with my first. Pacey and Joey of Dawson's Creek. They brought me into fandom, into fic, so they get the gold star. (For more current ships, definitely Steddie and David & Patrick of Schitt's Creek.)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't really post anything I'm not basically finished with. But from my private stash, I like the idea of Here You Come Again, but I just have been writing other stuff. I'm going to take on my other Steddie (Untitled, But Not Really) WIP during NaNoWriMo. I've never done that before, so I thought might be fun, since I saw you can go rogue and write 50,000 words on something that isn't brand spanking new. So, even if that fic doesn't need 50,000 words to finish (and I'm not sure it does) it might give me the push to try to finish it up. I've been sitting on my hands on it since I decided to sign up, which is fine, I needed to finish up Wildflowers. (And get ahead on my Steddie Holiday Drabbles: I've finished 8 of the 30 so far.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

From the comments, I'm going to go with that I can make readers laugh from time to time, which makes me so happy. I also like to dig into the research.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Um, also the research, lol. Sometimes I'll be researching until I'm just wasting time. Some things really don't matter in the big picture. (But they do to me!!) And I need to learn to let them go.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

That's not something I've done, I don't think. But I have tried to respond to comments that were written in a different language using Google Translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Dawson's Creek. Many, many moons ago. At the turn of the millennium. (That's fun to say, ha!)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Unpopular opinion time! I know Take the Money and Run is more popular. By, well, a lot. And I do love it. It gave me the bug to write long fic again. But I have big feelings for Tuesday's Gone With the Wind. It was such an undertaking. All the mixed media. The endless research. And I fell in love with those characters in the process.

It wasn't as popular as TtMaR, but that's okay. It makes me very happy that it reached even as many people as it did. I know that author's note was enough to scare anyone away, haha. Add in the CNTW and it's amazing anyone read it at all. Thanks to those of you that did! You've made me so happy. ❤️

I'm so late for this, I'm not gonna tag, but if you haven't done it and want to, please do!!

[duhdumb89]

A Forbidden Happiness | Chapter 35

Prince Han clenched his teeth together to stop sticking his head out the carriage window and asking 'how long' for what seemed like the 30th time. He longed to ground himself by squeezing the handle of his sword, but that was packed away and hidden. Ordinary noblemen didn't carry weapons out in the open.

"Rest assured, my lord, we'll be there soon,"

Prince Han glanced at the bearded man across from him. Imperial guard turned personal bodyguard Chang Lingxiu.

Rubbish.

The idea that he, a prince personally elevated to the Fourth Rank by The Emperor himself, would need a bodyguard was laughable. It was unnecessary. That night was a fluke, an example of him letting his guard down. He understood that without Chang Lingxiu, Jiayi's plan wouldn't have worked, but it didn't make it sting any less. He tried to explain as much to The Emperor, but he didn't make a convincing picture, sick in bed from an overdose. The gift of a personal bodyguard became a decree, and Prince Han had no choice but to obey.

As he was lying in bed in a tonic-induced fever to sweat out the rest of the aphrodisiac, Prince Han replayed the moments leading up to the attack. Family events like the New Year banquet were never his favorite. His elder brothers were only polite to him because of his favor with The Emperor, and making connections and drinking himself senseless was never appealing. A year ago, Prince Han would've only waited for a course or two before thinking up an excuse to leave. But each time he thought of a suitable lie, his eyes strayed across the hall. As it was one of the most auspicious days of the year, the servants were allowed to dress up for the festive occasion. Many maids dolled themselves up in sweet pink or red outfits, peppering their hair with red bows and ribbons.

Jiayi was the odd one out. Instead, she wore a dark green chenyi and a simple red waistcoat lined with white fur. She had fresh pink and red chrysanthemums tucked into the crown of her head. Outside of a simple copper bangle, she only wore the earrings he gifted her for her birthday. He didn't think she ever took them off, and the thought warmed his cheeks and belly.

She was fascinated with the entertainers. Each performance made her eyes glitter with wonder. If something were particularly enticing, her mouth would open wide in shock. Watching Jiayi was so captivating that he never paid much attention to who was refilling his cup with wine. The next thing he knew, it was daylight, and he was lying in bed, Sang'er sobbing over him.

Holed up in his room for days, one thought swirled around his head. Jiayi had rescued him.

"Don't worry, my lord," Chang Lingxiu said, breaking him out of his memories, "Jiayi will be fine,"

"I don't need you to remind me," Prince Han replied.

Prince Han knew he was being snappish and short-tempered, but he couldn't help it. He'd been on the edge from the moment Jiayi agreed to this ridiculous plan.

"His Majesty is sending Jiayi back to her family?" asked Prince Han.

Chang Lingxiu looked taken aback by the intensity of the question but nodded, "Yes. One of Xiang pin's other maids told me. She was a little worried. She says Jiayi's family is always begging her for money,"

Prince Han turned away, watched Yiqiang notch his arrow, and let it fly.

That was an understatement. Jiayi wouldn't survive if she set foot into the Wei estate. When Jiayi told him about the cruelty of her legal mother, he believed her. But after seeing the letters she received from home, he was sure the woman would sell Jiayi off in a heartbeat. Going back there was practically suicide.

"Jiayi!"

Jiayi walked through the training yard, carrying Yiqiang's lunch.

Yiqiang tossed his bow to Sang'er and ran over to her. She smiled down at Yiqiang, but Prince Han could tell it was forced. Prince Han glanced at Sang'er, and the eunuch led Yiqiang away to eat.

"You go eat, too," Prince Han told Chang Lingxiu.

Chang Lingxiu glanced between Prince Han and Jiayi before nodding and obeying.

"Are you alright?" Prince Han asked when they were alone.

Jiayi looked startled by his concern, "I'm–I'm fine, my lord. Are you alright? Should you be out in the cold like this so soon?"

He ignored her concerns, "How can you be alright when His Majesty is sending you back to that woman?"

"I'll just have to figure something out,"

"Like what?"

Jiayi fiddled with her hands, "Well...I thought about pretending to be sick, but the Imperial Physicians would figure me out in a second. So I was thinking that–well if I broke–"

Prince Han grabbed Jiayi's shoulders, "Are you insane? A broken bone isn't a laughing matter,"

"I know, but I know I broke something small like my arm–"

It was even worse than he imagined. Jiayi was so desperate she was going hurt herself on purpose, knowing full well that the bone may never heal properly or, worse, kill her.

"You could stay with me,"

Jiayi stopped, "My lord, what do you mean?"

"I have a small villa just outside the capital, you could stay there,"

"Stay in your villa?" Jiayi shook her head, "That's too much, my lord. You shouldn't trouble yourself like this for a maid,"

"You're not just a maid, Jiayi," Prince Han said, squeezing her shoulders, "You're my friend,"

He tilted her head and let the sun hit her face, shining on the fading bruises and split lip from His Majesty's punishment.

"You put yourself in the line of fire for me and saved my reputation and that of The Empress. Giving you somewhere safe to go is the least I could do,"

Jiayi slowly pulled her face away, "If it doesn't put you out–"

"It won't,"

After Jiayi returned to Xiang pin, Prince Han realized he had more to consider. He decided to leave the Forbidden City a few days after Jiayi. The Emperor and The Empress accepted his excuse of needing some time away after his poisoning. He gave Jiayi some money and instructed her to rent a room at a nearby inn. They would meet there and then continue to the villa.

After a long day of traveling, the carriage finally stopped. Chang Lingxiu hopped out first and opened the door. Prince Han stepped down the stairs and into the street. He tucked his chin into the furred collar of his cape. It was still somehow cold, even though it was the middle of the second month.*

"Bring the bags, Chang Lingxiu," he ordered before walking towards the inn. At least the guard would be good for something.

They stepped inside, and a servant rushed to greet them.

"Welcome, gongzi**," the man said, "I apologize. Our inn is full up,"

"My master has been here many times. You've never been sold out," said Sang'er.

The servant nodded and blotted his sweaty forehead with a rag, "I apologize again. A large party rented out most of the rooms for a wedding. But not to worry, there's an inn down the road–"

"No matter," Chang Lingxiu interrupted, "My master will stay with his wife, of course,"

"His wife?" Echoed the servant.

His what?

"Didn't a woman named Wei rent a room here?" Asked Chang Lingxiu.

"Oh! Pardon this foolish old man. You're right! Your mistress checked in a few days ago. Please follow me,"

Prince Han grabbed Chang Lingxiu's collar when the servant turned away, ignoring how his chest tingled at the concept of Jiayi being his wife.

"What do you think you're doing?" He hissed.

"Don't we only need to stay for the night? Isn't this better than running around looking for an inn in the middle of the night?"

Prince Han pursed his lips and shoved him away, "From now on, keep your mouth shut,"

The servant led them to a room at the end of the hall, "Please let us know if you and your wife need anything, gongzi," before leaving.

Sang'er knocked on the door, and Prince Han took a deep breath—his wife.

Wife!

Prince Han didn't know if he could sleep in the same room as Jiayi without bursting into flames now. Damn, Chang Lingxiu, for putting these thoughts in his head!

It didn't even mean anything. They would spend one night at this inn, pack their things, and be on their way with Jiayi none the wiser about Chang Lingxiu's loose lips.

"My lord," Jiayi said, her face beaming as she opened the door, "You've arrived,"

Prince Han stepped inside the modest room and let Sang'er remove his cloak. He did his best not to look at the neatly made bed in the corner lest he begin to imagine himself sleeping next to Jiayi. He took a seat at the table tucked under the window. It was clear that Jiayi had spent her time here drawing. The table was scattered with small sketches of the city outside the inn. They were, of course, perfect to Prince Han's untrained eye.

"How was your trip?" Jiayi asked, pouring him a cup of tea.

"Boring," he replied, "What about you?"

"Not so bad. I haven't been on a carriage in a long time, I–"

There was a knock on the door. Chang Lingxiu answered.

"Pardon me," a servant girl said, a tray in her hands, "I've brought some small snacks, complimentary from the owner,"

She placed the tray on the table and smiled at Jiayi, "The owner noticed that you were fond of these buns, Wei furen, so he made sure to ask the cook to make them fresh for you!"

Prince Han clenched his eyes shut and let out a sigh.

"Oh," replied Jiayi, her brow furrowed, "Thank you,"

"Please let the owner know if you or your husband have any other preferences," the girl said, taking the tray and leaving.

Jiayi stared at him, "My lord, what was that girl talking about?"

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Jiayi wished she never asked.

Husband?

Prince Han?

Her husband?

Suddenly, Jiayi cursed herself for pushing the inn's little table under the window. She wouldn't be able to jump out from sheer embarrassment before someone stopped her.

"It's my fault," Chang daren said, "I just said it so Prince Han could get a room,"

"Are there..." a terrible feeling arose as she began to ask, "Are there no other rooms left in the inn?"

If Prince Han was here, didn't that mean he would be spending the night?

In the room?

With her?

Sang'er nodded his head, "Yes, all the other rooms have were rented,"

Jiayi let out a breath. She needed to get a hold of herself. How was this different from spending the night serving Xiang pin or Yiqiang? And it was only for the night. They'd be off first thing in the morning and could put this whole...situation behind them.

"It's not a problem," she said before standing, "I'll go ask the girl for some bedrolls,"

Prince Han grabbed her wrist, "Wait. You're my...wife now. You can't be seen doing servant work. I'll look like a beast. Sang'er will fetch it,"

"Right," Jiayi said, pulling her hand away. She sat back down, searched the room for a distraction, and saw Chang daren standing near the door.

"Chang daren, would you like something to eat or drink? These buns are delicious,"

She held out the plate, hoping Chang daren would chat with her. He took a few steps towards her before freezing.

"Actually," he said, "I'll go help Sang'er find the bedding,"

He fled, leaving her alone with Prince Han. 

––––– *Between February 20 – March 21 **Young master, sir (but for people who are upper class)