#i have to do a presentation for uni next thursday

[lyxchen]

Tired? Overstimulated? Or just dead inside?

[thatwasthenightthingschanged]

oh update on my presentation for uni, ever since yesterday I've felt incredibly anxious, nearly had a panic attack before going to sleep, am still incredibly shaky today and am considering ditching the uni-free day I had planned for today to work on my presentation so🥴

[coochiequeens]

I know this blog focuses on TIMs invading women’s sports and locker rooms but Saving Women’s Sports means more than that. Like calling out sexist bs when companies give men real clothes to compete in and women get basically underwear.

The Nike Air Innovation Summit in Paris on Thursday.Credit...Dominique Maitre/WWD, via Getty Images

By Vanessa Friedman April 12, 2024

Ever since the Norwegian women’s beach handball team turned the fact that they were required to wear teeny-tiny bikini bottoms for competition into a cause célèbre, a quiet revolution has been brewing throughout women’s sports. It’s one that questions received conventions about what female athletes do — or don’t — have to wear to perform at their very best.

It has touched women’s soccer (why white shorts?), gymnastics (why not a unitard rather than a leotard?), field hockey (why a low-cut tank top?) and many more, including running.

So it probably should not have come as a shock to Nike that when it offered a sneak peek of the Team U.S.A. track and field unies during a Nike Air event in Paris celebrating its Air technology on Thursday (which also included looks for other Olympic athletes, like Kenya’s track and field team, France’s basketball team and Korea’s break dancing delegation), they were met with some less-than-enthusiastic reactions.

See, the two uniforms Nike chose to single out on the mannequins included a men’s compression tank top and mid-thigh-length compression shorts and a woman’s bodysuit, cut notably high on the hip. It looked sort of like a sporty version of a 1980s workout leotard. As it was displayed, the bodysuit seemed as if it would demand some complicated intimate grooming.

Citius Mag, which focuses on running news, posted a photo of the uniforms on Instagram, and many of its followers were not amused.

“What man designed the woman’s cut?” wrote one.

“I hope U.S.A.T.F. is paying for the bikini waxes,” wrote another. So went most of the more than 1,900 comments.

The running comedian Laura Green posted an Instagram reel in which she pretended to be trying on the look (“We’re feeling pretty, um, breezy,” she said) and checking out the rest of the athlete’s kit bag, which turned out to include hair spray, lip gloss and a “hysterectomy kit,” so the women would not have to worry about periods.

When asked, Nike did not address the brouhaha directly, but according to John Hoke, the chief innovation officer, the woman’s bodysuit and the man’s shorts and top are only two of the options Nike will have for its Olympic runners. There are “nearly 50 unique pieces across men’s and women’s and a dozen competition styles fine-tuned for specific events,” Mr. Hoke said.

Sha’Carri Richardson

Women will be able to opt for compression shorts, a crop top or tank and a bodysuit with shorts rather than bikini bottoms. The full slate of looks was not on hand in Paris but more will be revealed next week at the U.S. Olympic Committee media summit in New York. The Paris reveal was meant to be a teaser.

Anna Cockrell.Credit...Dominique Maitre/WWD, via Getty Images

Mr. Hoke also pointed out that Nike consults with a large number of athletes at every stage of the uniform design. Its track and field roster includes Sha’Carri Richardson, who happened to be wearing the compression shorts during the Paris presentation, and Athing Mu. And there are certainly runners who like the high-cut brief. (The British Olympic sprinter Dina Asher-Smith, another Nike athlete, told The New York Times last summer that while she opts to run in briefs, she also leans toward a leotard style, rather than a two-piece.)

What Nike missed, however, was that in choosing those two looks as the primary preview for Team U.S.A., rather than, say, the matching shorts and tanks that will be also available, it shored up a longstanding inequity in sports — one that puts the body of a female athlete on display in a way it does not for the male athlete.

“Why are we presenting this sexualized outfit as the standard of excellence?” said Lauren Fleshman, a U.S. national champion distance runner and the author of “Good for a Girl.” “In part because we think that’s what nets us the most financial gain from sponsors or NIL opportunities, most of which are handed out by powerful men or people looking at it through a male gaze. But women are breaking records with ratings in sports where you don’t have to wear essentially a bathing suit to perform.”

The problem such imagery creates is twofold. When Nike chose to reveal the high-cut bodysuit as the first Olympics outfit, purposefully or not, the implication for anyone watching is that “this is what excellence looks like,” Ms. Fleshman said.

That perception filters down to young athletes and becomes the model girls think they have to adopt, often at a developmental stage when their relationships with their bodies are particularly fraught.

And more broadly, given the current political debate around adjudicating women’s bodies, it reinforces the idea that they are public property.

Still, Ms. Fleshman said, “I’m glad Nike put this image out as the crown jewel of Olympic Team design,” because it may act as the catalyst for another conversation that has been long overdue.

“If you showed this outfit to someone from the W.N.B.A. or women’s soccer, they would laugh in your face,” she said. “We shouldn’t have to normalize it for track and field anymore. Time’s up on that.”

[thatfreshi]

"If You Simply Must Know" (Uni AU P. 7)

no tw!!

Your class at noon comes quickly enough as you try to focus on anything other than the anomaly of a man you've been presented with. Between scrolling through Instagram and staring off into space, you successfully manage to pass the time. However, you're a little too successful, because that said class starts in five minutes, which means you're going to have to sprint to get there.

When you do finally make it, the class is almost entirely full, leaving you one spot at a long table in the back. And much to your surprise, the six particularly interesting people you'd met over the past couple of days. From left to right, you see Wyll, Astarion, an empty seat between him and Lae'zel, Gale, Shadowheart, and Karlach. So, you take that empty seat, and playfully whisper to the man next to you.

"So much for that meeting."

He almost ignores you. Almost. There's a slight smirk, that you probably wouldn't have picked up on if you weren't looking for it. Remembering your schedule, you realize something quite odd. This is a mandatory public speaking class, which means all seven of you put it off for far too long, especially considering at least two of you are seniors. It almost makes you laugh, thinking about all of you avoiding a class like this until now. The introduction lecture passes by slowly, but soon enough the professor is introducing your first project.

"Now, since there are 21 of you in here, and you've already grouped yourselves accordingly, say hello to your groups for the quarter."

And everyone sitting at your table lets out some noise of dissaproval, and you can hear Gale and Shadow whispering to one another. After the professor finishes telling you where you can find the project details in the syllabus, you get up out of your chair, and sit on the table.

"Okay, listen up."

They almost don't listen to you, but you clear your voice until they all look at you.

"Now, I know we all have our differences here, and if we have to work together, we're all going to be nice about it. Gale, Shadow, Lae'zel, you have to be nice to Astarion, or else."

You then look at Karlach and Wyll on the ends of the table.

"And you two? I don't know what your problem is, but please, please get along. I do not want to baby all of you on how to be peaceful with one another, and I will not hesitate to put any of you in timeout."

"Timeout? What are we, children?"

Shadowheart asks.

"Well, you certainly act like it."

You glare at Astarion for the comment.

"Hey, I'm repping you right now, watch it. And yes, you all are acting like children, and I'm sick of it! Why can't we just try to get along, please? No more petty drama, at least while we have to be in class together?"

"But-"

"Gale, I swear to god, if you bring up the RA thing one more time, I'm going to drop out."

And that seems to do it, at least for the time being. They all reluctantly agree to deal with one another, and Astarion stays oddly silent after your comment about repping him to the group.

"Alright! I mean I only really have issues with Wyll, but it seems like the rest of you got something goin' on."

Karlach smiles, excited to get involved with the rest of you. Wyll goes to make a retort, but pushes it down when the two of you make eye contact.

"So, when do you all want to meet up to work on this?"

The seven of you begin discussing schedules, and Astarion says no to almost every proposed plan.

"God, can you just move some things around?"

Lae'zel is already getting frustrated.

"Funny that you think I can do that. Darling, I promise all my plans are far more important than some silly school project."

He does the thing again with his sleeve, hiding the grit of his teeth well.

"Tell me again why we can't just do Thursday? That's the only day I have free this week."

"Because I TA for Professor Mystra on Thursdays. It's an all-day endeavor."

You try your best to not get onto them again, instead dealing with the issues as they arise.

"Okay Gale, do you have like a lunch break on those days? Because if so, we could just do that."

"I suppose we could meet up for an hour at noon..."

He's clearly not happy to concede to Astarion's horribly busy life, but finally there's a plan.

"Perfect, Thursday at noon! Oh, and we should make a group chat."

Karlach collects everyone's Instagram handles as she passes her phone around the table.

"Nice to meet you guys, see ya! Oh, and bye Wyll."

She flips the bird before laughing and walking away, Shadow staring at her all the while. The group dissolves quickly, and you just so happen to walk Astarion's way when you all leave. You address him first.

"You not a walk and talk kind of guy?"

"Not many people want to walk and talk with me, and if they do it's usually just to tell me something, not to actually converse."

"Well, are you particularly against conversing?"

"No, I just don't have much to talk about I guess. A lot of things in my life have to stay private, whether I want them to or not."

"Okay, well we don't have to talk about modeling and stuff."

"You're quite funny Tav. That's the interesting part, that's what people always want to talk about."

He takes a sip of his coffee.

"Well, I don't care about all of that. I like knowing cool stuff about people, like their favorite color."

Astarion almost spits out his coffee with laughter.

"You're kidding? Like an elementary schooler? You're actually going to ask me what my favorite color is?"

You just nod, awaiting an answer.

"Fine. It's red, if you simply must know."

"Cool! See, was that so hard?"

He thinks to himself that yes, it was actually hard to believe someone wanted to know something so innocent and pointless about him, but he simply sighs.

"No, I suppose it wasn't."

The two of you walk and talk for a while, and you constantly wait for him to say he has somewhere else to be, but he stays. You wander aimlessly around campus for about an hour, wasting time away on silly questions about favorites, and eventually get on the topic of favorite book.

"That's too difficult for me. I read far too much for there to be only one answer to that question."

"Really? When do you ever have time to read?"

"Well, I have to read a lot for philosophy, and I often have issues sleeping. If I don't have time to actually sit down with a book I settle for audio books, but it's not the same."

He goes on talking for a while about his thesis project, something about morality stuff you don't fully understand, but you have this pang in your chest, a feeling that you could walk and talk to him for the entire day and feel as if you lost nothing. Astarion on the other hand, he's nervously waiting for you to tell him to stop talking, but he simply continues on, asking you about ethics dilemmas, the two of you laughing with each other for a very long time. In a split second, the smallest moment in time, he realizes someone is actually interested in him, as a person, and it takes every fiber of his being to push the feeling down so he doesn't tear up in front of you.

[workingtowardsthatphd]

Sunday 21st April

OK, so I'll admit that I didn't actually get the two tasks I was supposed to do done yesterday, so they have rolled over to today along with trying to get everything together so I can drive back to uni tomorrow!

Incomplete from Yesterday:

Finish reading book that was started Thursday

Highlight Chapter 1 notes into categories

To Do:

Pack clothes, books and everything else to take back for semester 3!

Get the collection of mugs that has built up in my room out without being yelled at by my parents.

Complete:

Packed my clothes and whatever else I could fit into my suitcase, collected up all the books I brought back for my dissertation.

Tidied my room so it's in a presentable state (including removal of all mugs) and my parents will actually let me live back here in the summer after my housing contract runs out.

Finished reading the book I started on Thursday (now need to take the sections I have highlighted and turn them into notes.)

Finally used the Chapter 1 notes to create a basic plan and added all the quotes under their relevant sections, so I can actually start writing!!

Generally panicked about graduation and finding accommodation for my MA next year since I'm moving universities.

Cups of Coffee Consumed: ☕

[daturadiary]

✩First week✩

⋆This post is longer than what i will be posting later on, because i will include everything that happened on the first week :)

✧My first week of uni had started this Monday. Although I had some anxiety over the fact that it was a whole new environment, with new people, I was still very excited! I was looking forward to pretty notes, new lessons, going to the library, and finally studying something that i am actually interested in! Plus my friend (who I will be referring to as red) was there with me the whole time, and we ended up in the same group (the English department is separated into 3 groups in my uni because there´s so many people in it) .

✧But as always things don't go as you expect. On the first day I was supposed to have 3 classes, that went on from 12:30to 18:30. But in the end, none of my 3 professors showed up. Me and red waited for all 3 of them, when the first one didn't come, we went out to get ourselves a snack and sat under one of the trees of the uni to eat (which was very fun honestly), then went back in, hoping the others would. The second didn't show u too, so I took red on a little walk to show her a short path from the uni to the beach, then we went back. We distracted ourselves until the last hour, and so when the third didn't show up too, we just picked up our bags and went back home. Discouraged, because a first day like that, after being so excited, is not really the best.

✧The next day, I had class in the morning, but honestly i expected the same thing to happen. I meet up with red and we go to our class, sitting in the second row. We we´re using our phones talking about how unlikely it is for the professor to come, as we we´re told that most don't show on the first week, because most students don't, and that is true, not even half the classroom was full (they are much bigger than usual classrooms, but I expected more people to attend, at least the first weeks). To our surprise, comes in our professor, who later on throughout my classes with her, I will learn is the sweetest person, and for once I feel like a professor wants to help her students. We go trough how the classes will go, how she will be grading us, and other things, and we also do some exercises to freshen up our memory and vocabulary. That is how my first paragraph writing class went. The second professor doesn't show up, but me and red hang out with some of the girls in our group, we all sat on the grass under one of the trees, talking about our first class we just had other things.

✧My next two classes we´re on Thursday, I had grammar first, with the same professor as paragraph writing, which I was happy about. We started our first lesson, I took notes, the class was peaceful and enjoyable; maybe because, again, more than half wasn't present, not that I'm complaining. For my second class, guided reading, red´s favorite subject for now (nerd), the teacher showed! (not me getting excited cuz my professor was there ;-;) This professor was a bit different, but he was still very nice, also passionate (I think he really likes Hemingway). We went over what we will be studying, the short stories, plays and poems we will be studying and the we had a little discussion, he would ask us questions related to the course and we answer.

✧Side note; our professor for grammar and paragraph writing told us she will be the one to help us with clubs and anything else. Me and red talked with her at the end of the class, and we told her about our interest in clubs, she said that she had noticed the two of us smiling when she brought up clubs, which apparently made her happy. So now me and red will try to make a book club and visual arts club with the help of our professors. We we´re really worried that there would be no clubs in our uni as we found no announcement anywhere, but I'm really grateful for this professor ♡.

♡Thanks for reading till the end, I will be leaving you all with some pictures i took this week :)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

[bots-and-cons]

A new year has started...

I'm going to try to post once more this week, but I have to start my school work too so I don't know if it's gonna be today or tomorrow. Next week I'll try to be more active since I've only got school on Friday for like 4 hours, and I should have time.

School started on Thursday (11th of January) and I basically went to school while being sick, because I couldn't miss it. Same thing on Friday, but I felt even worse. I didn't have a fever or anything, I just felt freaking miserable, and now I can barely talk because my voice is almost gone. So fun...

I had a 2h presentation with one of my classmates, that we had to do for the rest of our growth-group, since it was our turn. I was really nervous for it, but it went really well and I'm glad it's over. (A growth-group is this thing for professional growth, and we also have to make a learning diary during the two years we have the growth-group meetings.)

On Friday I started a "neurodivergent problems and special-ed" course. That's very roughly translated, but you get the idea. I really liked the first classes already and it's very enlightening.

VENTING BELOW, DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO

On top of being sick, I have been feeling a bit messed up mentally. I've noticed myself thinking I want something bad to happen to me just so I could get out of uni for a while. I know what comes next too, I'm going to continue to get more and more tired, until I actually fall quickly back into deep depression, and/or have another bad psychotic episode. I've already been having very intense paranoia, and I basically stared at shadow people on the walls of the classroom during half of my swedish class yesterday, so that was fun. I haven't really lost my grip on reality for a while, like I know the things I'm seeing are not really real, but they are there 100% and I am seeing them. I don't really know how to explain it properly. It's like I know it's not real, but at the same time they are there, and I can see them and feel them.

Intrusive thoughts have not been nice either, the most frequent one I have is that I should swallow razor blades. I should probably get rid of them, but I always somehow talk myself out of it and I just can't.

I'm supposed to do practical training for three weeks this winter/spring season too, and then preferably another six-week set too. I'm terrified of that whole thing and I don't fucking want to, but I have to if I want to go forward with my studies. The three weeks thing is the orientation training and the six-week one is the first of the professional ones.

I've been toying with the idea of taking some sick leave from uni, but I also don't want to fall behind, so I'm not allowing myself to do that. I know I'm gonna end up burning out, but I feel like I would disappoint a lot of people if I took a break, so my brain won't allow me to do that either. I fucking hate being like this. I feel like a lazy piece of shit, even though my rational mind tells me I'm doing things, and going forward in life, it just doesn't FEEL like it.

[emilycollins00]

Can I request a Kazunari x reader where neither of them is sure if their relationship is platonic/romantic?

Yes, yes, yes!! Literally went from not really sure how to start this to reinventing it all SO fast like-? The only answer I find is that I might love Kazunari too much which honestly, fair.

Please enjoy! 💕

Promise me we won’t let go (Kazunari x Platonic/Romantic! Reader)

Kazunari believes he has -over time of course, he was never this smooth despite what others might believe- been able to gain certain knowledge, regarding other people’s feelings and what they look for.

This obviously carries its own problems as well.

He had already admitted to himself long ago being overly accommodating to keep up with every single soul’s like and dislike he met: Kazunari is so good at listening! in his ears translated to, if he spoke up, he might end up saying the wrong thing -because people like to have someone who listens. Even those you’re so easy-going! came from learning to control his opinions to a degree that his real thoughts felt more like a side note.

Regarding this aspect, Mankai had certainly been an eye-opening experience. A before and after point in his life.

Thanks to everyone at the dorm -and especially his super-amazingly-cool-and-talented summer troupe members buddies- current Kazunari was more confident than ever in standing by what he actually enjoyed. Last week he even turned down quite the bizarre idea for that group project he had to present for his graphics and Illustration course! Like, hello? Yes. Kazunari Miyoshi was proud to say he had grown.

Which lead the blond actor to wonder, after seven Thursday nights in a row spent dancing with you until wee hours of the morning, whether this is the point he should be asking himself if you two were turning into a thing.

Seven weeks, and it's become such a regular thing that both of you have built your schedules around it, changing plans to ensure you two can make it out to the pub no matter what else is going on. He never gave it much thought. You both have known each other for years, after all. And yet-

A sudden buzz coming from his phone distracts him.

Are you finished with your classes? I'm in the cafeteria and I wanna see you before I leave back to the library.

He can’t help but notice his mood lights up considerably when the icon that pops on his screen is from you. Humming quietly, he enters the conversation.

Almost done! On my way~

He adds a few stickers and concentrates again on the professor's instructions about where they'll have to submit their canvas for the exam. Minutes later and learning storaged, he picks up his bag and waves a quick goodbye at the group he shares classes with. It’s almost six o’clock, and the summer actor enjoys the breeze and bustle of people while scrolling instablam’s stories, opting to go straight to where you were. His reflection shows on the phone briefly. He pouts and fixes his bangs. Maybe he should have worn his hat? His roots were starting to grow back and-

“Yo, Kazunari.”

“Oh?” he looks into the direction the familiar voice was coming. “Setzer, my man! What’s up? Never saw you around this time before.”

The purple-eyed clicked his tongue. “Class got cancelled. Talk about annoyin’” A noise from his pocket makes Banri pick up his phone, roaming through it distractedly. “Ya leavin’ too?”

“Ah, my bad. Y/N-pii is on their break at the cafeteria. I’m going to pass by before heading home. Wanna join?”

“Nah, pass. Got a paper due so might as well go and finish it.” Still looking at the phone, the autumn member frowns. “…Talkin’ bout Y/N-san, do ya think they are free next weekend?”

“Next weekend? Probably. Why?”

The autumn member sighs. “It’s Sora’s birthday.”

“Sora… The one we meet that time at the after-party of your club?” Kazunari’s mind goes back to the events just last semester. They were one of the first people Banri had gotten to know from his major at uni and honestly had a blast at the time. “Sounds boom! How are they doing?”

“Fine, I suppose. They have this house near the river where they want to do a barbeque  and has been askin’ me to contact Y/N-san.”

Kazunari thinks about it. You have always enjoyed get-togethers, especially birthdays. Moreover, even the few times you met with Banri’s friends he remembers you commenting how much you enjoyed it. “Mmm… I don’t think it’d be a problem? Y/N-pii is the type to let you know if something comes up anyway so you should totally ask them!”

“Sweet. They have been so freaking’ insistent about it.” Banri sighs, relieved. Yet as he’s about to start writing, he seems to falter, stopping his fingers midtrack. He looks at the blond, and his eyebrow frown confused. Kazunari has lived long enough with him to know he’s debating to say or do something -which is not really typical of Banri.

It makes him uncomfortable.

“Yahoo, earth to Setzer?” he laughs, waving in front of him. “Your eyes are creeping me out, man! You ‘kay?”

The autumn leader takes notice of his own actions and massages his neck. “My bad. I was just… you’re good, right?” he arches his eyebrows.

“Whadaya mean?”

“You know, my friend asking Y/N-san out. ”

Oh.

Should it bother Kazunari to know others were interested in you?

“It’s not like we are dating,” he replies with a short laugh. “Even if we were, Sora seems fun to hang out with, and a barbeque of all things? I bet it’s going to be epic! Remember to snap some cool pics to show off later!” he pats the young actor’s back.

"Okay, okay, you can stop now." This time, he does write on his phone with decision -though Kazunari notices him glancing in his direction one last time. “Then, I’ll let Sora know. Thanks, man.”

“No prob~ careful on your way home!”

Soon after he resumes his walk, another buzz and light come from his screen phone. It’s you again. He looks at the time and understands why you would write. It had gotten late.

Everything okay, prince charming?

He smiles at the nickname. And as a matter of fact, Kazunari feels okay with what just happened. Maybe. Honestly he can’t really make up his mind. But he’s no one to decide who you should hang out with in any case.

Found Setzer leaving uni and stopped to talk. Save me a seat!

Pff as if I hadn’t done that already you silly.

The sudden rethinking about your relationship shouldn't make him this weird.

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For the longest time you came to keep certain parts of your personality hidden. The rough, ugly parts. At least in your opinion.

Maybe that’s why you are able to see through Kazunari. A side of him that no one else saw, or at least that’s what your selfish self liked to think. To the world, Kazunari is a friendly, fashionable, and outgoing art student who also handles all too well graphic designs and whatever you may throw at him. Always open to being friends with anyone who crosses paths with him, no matter who they are.

As years pass by, your relationship has unfolded into whatever intimate thing it might have become nowadays. Now, you see more. You see his actual dorkiness. You see the way he gets frustrated with himself when ideas don’t come no matter how much he tries when the answer to the problem eludes him. See how incredibly smart he is. How much he truly loves studying. How selfless he is. You see the faint traces of what you can only call sadness when Kazunari mentions smiling at someone's low opinion of him as a person. How his eyes sparkle when he’s talking about a new art event.

He told you about his old days one time. It made you want to tell everybody who had never bothered to get this close to seeing the real him you didn't try hard enough. Which is why you couldn’t thank more in your mind to Tsuzuru’s unaware assistance for reaching Kazunari and allowing him to become the passionate actor he has come to be.

So yeah, you could say you with confidence you adored Kazunari.

And yet, there was something bothering you for a while.

You two have gotten used to people mistaking you for a couple. You didn’t pay much thought to it since you are both incredibly clingy with each other, and to be fair half of your instablams are photos of the two of you -and others, sometimes.

What you do notice, is that neither you nor Kazunari correct people when they assume so anymore.

What you notice is that you can hardly wait for it to Thursday night and be alone with him, even if you see each other almost everyday. And it scares you a bit.

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“So! What are you in the mood for before we hit the pub?”

You hum in thought. It’s gotten late, so you are sure the places you two usually go to must be almost full. “I'd like something cheap. This month I’m almost broke-” You sneeze. “Also preferably inside. Didn’t know it was going to be this cold today.”

“Hang on a sec, I gotchu!” happily, Kazunari takes off his jacket and puts it on you, making you sight. That was much better. “Aw, you’re so cute! Stay still!” he coos taking up his phone.

You laugh, letting him take a picture. “’Kay but give me your arm. I can at least give you some heat back.”

It feels like usual. You both decide to try some pizzas at a place near some park and are about to head inside when you hear someone calling your name in the distance. You wait a bit to recognize the person. Kazunari doesn't, mostly because of the talk he had with Banri not too long ago. Assuring he will wait for your conversation to ask for dinner, he takes his phone out to entertain himself.

Not too long he notices you walking back, and it takes even less time to know something is wrong. You are not looking at him, after all.

“Y/N-pii?"

"Shall we go?"

"Sure but are you ‘kay? Cuz I can-”

“No!” you hurry, almost tripping over your words in a rush to cut him up. “It’s- it’s fine.” You say under your breath, moving far from him. “You really don’t want to know.”

Smooth, Y/N.

You whimper, still holding tight onto Kazunari’s jacket. It really does smell like him and you feel like crying at how much it calms you down. You look into the blond's eyes. There's worry. And of course, that's what it takes for you to give in.

"Y/N-pii?"

“…can we sit?”

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“One drink coming right up!~”

You watch Kazunari walk towards you with a bottle of water that you open instantly as he sits next to you. This was the last conversation you wanted to have and yet somehow, destiny decided it should happen. You close the bottle. Ok then.

“So!” You finally speak with more confidence than you felt. “Sora invited me to their birthday party next weekend.” Kazunari nodded. That, he also knew. “Seemed fun, so then I asked if you could come too.”

“Me?”

You shrugged, playing with the bottle. “We met them together and I thought we all had a good time. Remember the karaoke?”

“Duh. Who knew their club was so good at impersonating?”

“Right? That was so cool.”

The conversation somehow ends there. A bark in the distance catches your attention.

“...So? What did Sora say?”

You press your lips, leaving the bottle to the side.

“They asked if I was dating you. And I…? I didn’t know what to say.” you take some air and lean back on the bench, closing your eyes. You feel Kazunari tense up and you don’t wanna see it. “Like, I know we are not because- actually I don’t know. I’ve been feeling confused about… this.” You sigh, sitting back again and pointing to both of you.

The summer actor desperately wants to say something. He wants to say the right thing, because you deserve it. He wants you to feel as comfortable with him as it always is. How could something supposedly so… possibly wonderful be so intimidating at the same time?

“Kazu what… are we?”

Again, he freezes like a coward when he finds himself trapped under the intensity of your fond stare. “I-” there’s pressure in his chest. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it lately too.”

“Same.”

Silence appears again. Kazunari awaits a groan, an angry puff, or any type of discomfort on your part. Yet to his surprise he hears a faint laugh. although you fought it, it was there. Free, genuine, hard, and heartfelt, eyes closed and shoulders shaking. It really isn’t hard for Kazunari to imagine a more precious sound.

You infect him. It feels good, to laugh with you. Despite everything, he feels the tension dissipating somehow. “Oh god, I’m so sorry I don’t mean-” he hears you try to explain yourself between laughs. “It’s just- ugh, we are so lame.” you finally express softly. You lean on him. “Like, having a crisis about this? at the same time?”

“At least we can use it for the art.”

“Kazu!”

You rise your head and he winks, letting you know he’s joking. You take his hand, and he squeezes it. The act comes naturally. After a while you speak, although your voice breaks a bit.

“I just- I adore you so much Kazu. And the thought of falling in love with you is great, but at the same time is it really okay for us to roll with it?”

Kazunari squeezes your hand again and leans in to kiss you on the forehead. As he imagined, your eyes are glassy. "You know?" he informs you as he lets go of your hand and hugs you tightly. "Out of aaall the people I’ve known so far in my life, you are totes at the very top. Hey, I’m serious over here!” he insists when he moves away and sees you smiling skeptic. “For realsies, your name is next to like- a bazillion of red hearts! A place reserved for the mega-talented, mega-loving Y/N As long as I’m at least high in your top too.”

“Wha- did you hear a word I just said? Of course you are!”

Kazunari smiles. “Then I think that’s good enough for us right now, don’tcha?”

You sniff and reach out to kiss his cheek this time. "Let’s continue to go out on Thursday nights," you murmur, using your wrist to remove the tears that had accumulated. "Every Thursday night unless you have a performance, in which case I will definitely go see you and then we’ll go out afterward. I don't want to hear any excuses." You let your voice turn mock-stern.

“Hai, hai captain~”

As you get up, the summer member grabs your wrist again. You look down confused, finding a gleaming pair of green eyes, showing his phone.  

“Wanna take a selfie?”

The lights from the streetlights reflect on the back of his blond hair, and you suddenly feel weak on your knees with the most overwhelming relief. You love this person so much. “Sure. It does has been more than a day since we have.” You laugh, and do your usual pose, which is resting your arms around him in an embrace as you both decide what type of filter does match better for the day.

It doesn’t matter if it takes a while to put a name on what you two have. At the moment, Kazunari simply wants to go and spend some good quality time with you.

Which is fortunate -because you feel just the same.

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This was difficult but sooo worth it and interesting to write! Thank you for your request.

Wishing you all a wonderful day! 💕

[karisworldofwords]

Alright, so, yeah, my birthday passed yesterday, I turned 21, and I have a little bit to share of that day, lol.

So, first of all, I'm a uni student now studying Spanish and Portuguese full-time. And admittedly, I have an easier time with Spanish than I do with Portuguese, lmao. If you're not clearly listening in on it, or you're absolutely smashed, Portuguese might just sound like Russian - yet, as I learned, that was unintentional, lol. Anywho, on Thursday evening, I went to a bar rally and met new people. We were assigned into groups, all randomly at that, and the group I was in was made up of six guys and three girls, one of which was me.

I'll spare you the details but all in all, I think I downed, like, six or seven shots - one of which was one at a Vietnamese restaurant that made my eyes water - and had a cup of beer at the after-party - which speaks volumes, as I usually dislike beer due to its bitter taste, bu it was alcohol and at that point, I was already hammered, lmao.

Yes, I had "conversations" *cough cough* (no, not that, I'm ace) with one of my teammates - whom I'm honestly had/have a little school girl crush on, he's very sympathetic and cute 👀 - and, heh... there's a video and picture of me drunk off my ass and sitting in a shopping cart that another one of my teammates pushed (carefully, road conditions can be a bitch though) while two others walked on either of my sides and made sure I was okay in there. XD And no, I will not share the video. It's bad enough that a family friend of ours snooped through my phone just to see that video when I wasn't looking - he apologized for that though. I also still have bruises on my arms, legs and back from the cart, lmao.

Once we arrived at the after-party, one of my teammates and I sat there and impatiently waited for the clock to strike midnight so the 13th would finally be there. Once it did, we started celebrating loudly, and some other drunk guys in front of us just chimed in on our celebratory cheering, lol. They didn't even know why we cheered, they just joined in. XD Once they knew it was someone's birthday though, the whole fucking bar broke out into song and sang "Happy Birthday" for me. I felt like a goddamn star! And don't worry, I said thanks. XD

Later, I wanted to get shots for me and two of my fellow students and thus went up to the counter of the bar, saying it was my birthday and I would've loved to have shots with them. The bartenders immediately congratulated me, poured me, my fellow students and themselves some shots and we downed them together. Though one of them poured one too many, so I had two, lmao. They were on the house, too!

In the end, I slept over at another uni student's place on her couch - which was surprisingly comfy! - and only got three and a half hours of sleep since she had to get up again quite early for her next lecture, my head was buzzing and I was still a little wobbly and honestly, I was just absolutely done for the day.

Let me tell y'all though, being in a Portuguese lecture while hungover is not fun at all. I hated it. 0/10 cannot recommend.

I then slept on the train while on the way home, took an ibuprofen once I was home, greeted my uncle, aunt and grandparents and got my presents and then went to rehearsal - which was loud, stressful and I got absolutely overwhelmed with everything at some point and had to barricade myself on the toilet for a bit to cool down. Fun times. :')

All in all, it was a great birthday, lmao, all things considered. I may have gotten some bad news about one of our two pet birds and rehearsal almost made me cry due to being so overwhelmed but aside from that, yesterday was awesome.

I'm tapping out for now, wanna play some more Pokémon Ultra Sun, hope y'all understand, lmao. Love y'all, and I'll try and get back here again soon. ❤️✨

[the-ace-with-spades]

Life Balance Sunday

So, since I'm slowly crawling out of depression and trying to become an adult, I'm going to try to write down my life balance every Sunday so I can look at it and be a bit proud of doing/overcoming things.

- I now have a job that I like and that pays a liveable wage

- I have development options in said job so if I decide not to go for my dream job (firefighting) I can continue to train as a nurse

- I bought my own kettle, finally, I just need to buy a sandwich maker and I'll be happy

- I have £9 of outstanding fees in the library because I keep on forgetting to pay it but maybe I'll return things on Tue

- I'm still sick but I work with nice enough nurses-in-charge that they let me go home early and gave me a day off despite being short staffed

- my baby sib might not be able to visit me in the UK this year but it's not the end of the world even if I miss them

- going low contact with my parents is the best decision I've made. I'm not selfish for wanting to be treated like a human being and my father's attitude reminds me of that every day

- I still don't know if I'll be repaying my father for uni accomodation but so far, fuck him

- I hate uni or maybe education in general and I'll not be returning. I'm mourning all expensive hobbies I'll never be able to afford (like a ppl) but nothing would be worth dying inside as much as uni and any uni-related job would make me

- I'm for some reason really nauseous and can't get rid of a tummy ache which makes me feel like a baby but whatever. I wish I could puke rn actually

- I'm going to talk to my boss about the coworkers who keep or misgendering me despite knowing better. This Thursday or next Monday. Maybe I'll make a presentation for ease of use

- I lost or had my apple pencil stolen but I'll buy a used one and finally start drawing again

- I might need a new computer this year which I'm dreading but we'll see

- I also need a desk to draw on and a new duvet

- people obviously don't care about me but that doesn't mean I'll stop caring. I'm not going numb ever again, I need to have a soul

- my room is completely clean. I just need to get the bathroom and I'll be a Responsible Adult

- I have narrowly avoided being homeless in the past two months and survived so that's a success

- also my muts here are a blessing and some of them don't even know how much they helped me even if I've never had a long conversation with any of them

- I still don't know how to carry a conversation but that's okay I'll get better

- also how do people use discord. Someone explain

- fic writing is going slow but I'm not abandoning anything which means a lot

[friend-of-wisdom]

Day 12/100 of productivity

25 november 2022

I was so sleepy all day, it was so hard to be productive!!! But I took a nap around 1pm and when i woke up a couple of hours later i changed into some clothes, grabbed a can of monster energy drink, and decided to finally get to work. Here's what I was able to do:

my religion class assignment

cleaned my room

almost finished the written part of my assignment for anthropology

the thing is this anthropology assignment is a group activity so I have to wait for people to do their part of the job, but they're taking too long!!! the presentation is due thursday and we were supposed to have the content done by tomorrow at most.

Anyways, the university released the classes for next semester and i'll have to take a 7am class which i have no idea how im going to survive it. I admire everyone who can function in the mornings, but I am incapable. Waking up 7:30 to get to the 9am class is already difficult for me and i feel sleepy during class. Who the fuck had the brilliant idea to give young adults classes this early? In order to be in class at 7am at uni, i have to wake up 5:30, 6am at most. I might just wake up at 6:30 and arrive late for each class. It's better than having less hours of sleep.

I've also played a lot of the Sims today, and now I'm watching the new Wednesday series on Netflix. Wednesday has always been one of my favourite characters ever!!

[hannahsheppardsblog]

Timeplan: Final Project

Up until now, i have been unwell and unable to start the work for this project, so my timeplan is starting from week 4 and I will be using the next few weeks to get up to date with the work i have missed so far. I will do weekly plans for what i want to achieve in that week in correlation to what we are doing in uni and the handbook for the project.

Week 4:

monday: time planning/ adobe dimensions workshop/ initial final major research

tuesday: final major project research/ make presentation for tomorrow 'whats the plan' / review current portfolio

wednesday: JDOraw research/ define route for JDOraw

thursday: personal branding and portfolio platforms and consider how i want them to appear/ (personal job in afternoon)

friday: open friday - josh ogden/ final major project research

saturday: beginning of work for 1 week brief i missed

[girltomboy]

Week & weekend recap

So last week I finally came home on Monday, and I told my parents I'd start work Tuesday but in reality I took Tuesday off because it was my boyfriend's birthday and I just wanted to hang out with him and do stuff together - on a video call. And we played some games, watched stuff, took a little nap, ordered pizza, the usual chill stuff. My boyfriend finally got a new phone last week, and it's been great receiving spotify links and photos he took and edited, etc. but I'm mostly glad he got rid of that cracked brick. Not that his new one is not a brick too 💀 Anyway, after that I started going to the office and seeing my work bestie again, we went to quiz night and I asked my other coworker - organizer of quiz night - to bring me a jacket because it was so fucking cold. And she did, so the next day I made her a cute little drawing and put it in the jacket's pocket before returning it. And on Thursday M and I went out for dinner, but I decided to order something new, like a salad. But it was terrible, I never thought a salad could come out so fucked up. It might have had some teriyaki sauce or something cause it was awfully sweet and I hate that shit in salads. But at least we ate something, and afterwards M was ready to go home. I was like "you wanna go for a short walk first? Or maybe go say hi to A (our quiz-organizing coworker who was presenting another quiz night at some other place)?" to which she agreed, so we went there and sat outside where we could still hear A, and had 2 mugs of mulled wine and talked and laughed for hours. So this time I was the one who convinced her to stay longer. And on Friday we decided to work from home, and I got my period too AND had to prepare for my bf to come spend the weekend with me, so that was a good decision.

My bf arrived Saturday morning, I greeted him and we both went back to sleep because it was the crack of dawn. After we woke up I took a shower and we exchanged gifts, mine was for his birthday and his was for our anniversary. We had breakfast, kissed a lot, got stoned and watched stuff. In the afternoon we took a nap and then woke up to go out for dinner. I took him to the place M and I usually eat at (the one with the dogshit salad), and we both had some really good filling meals, and drank hot chocolate. After that we went to the store our friend works at just to say hi, since he was about to start his night shift. So we waited for him a bit and then smoked a cigarette when he finally came, then we went home. We started watching The Banshees of Inisherin, but we were way too sleepy to finish it, so we went to bed and left it for the next day. On Sunday my bf got us hot dogs and we finished the movie. We were both absolutely smitten with it, it deserved every bit of praise it received. It also reminded us both of two of our friends who decided to end their friendship (one of them we visited Saturday night before his shift). We also finished King of The Hill and this show was so fucking good we were in disbelief it ended. We looked up info about the reboot but apparently it's still in the works for 2025. Sunday evening we got dressed to visit our friend and his sister, my boyfriend gave them both cake for his birthday, and our friend showed us how he smokes weed on his "balcony" which is just a wide windowsill lmaooo and it was so weird it was like we were on a stage because he lives on the ground floor. So everyone walking by could just see us there 💀 but anyway we hung out a bit and he gave us some booze and a really terrible cocktail. Sometimes he nails them, but other times they're worse than my make believe potions from when I was 6. We went home super exhausted and went straight to bed.

And on Monday he had a uni-related errand to run, so he went there early, came back with food from the cafeteria for me 👉👈 and then he just sat quietly next to me while I worked. He didn't even want to nap. After I was done we placed a food order and lay in bed a little, just dozing off and cuddling. We had dinner and then finally watched the first two episodes of Breaking Bad. It's been interesting seeing them again, the first time I watched it I was in high school and mostly did it as a distraction. For some reason watching old stuff I used to watch doesn't hit the same because I just don't remember any of them being so corny. I'm mainly talking about Breaking Bad now, but Orphan Black is another example that comes to mind. A while ago I tried rewatching the pilot and it was a nice trip down memory lane, but I had to stop at some point. I don't even know why they seem corny to me now lol. But my bf enjoyed them and is excited to continue watching, and so am I.

He left this morning and I burst into tears as soon as I heard the downstairs door close because I'm just gonna miss him so much. Obviously we talk and see each other daily, but feeling him close and getting to be around him and touch and smell him and kiss him all the time doesn't even compare to seeing him in my phone. Like I always think I'm used to us being long-distance temporarily, but it's only after he leaves again that it starts feeling heavy and sad. I mean I AM used to it, I just wish we didn't have to be used to it.

[feijoaaas]

nobody cares about this but i just gotta say it somewhere so i can fucking fall asleep already because it’s 03.22am

i’ve been working like a beast to try and finish off the exams and tasks that must be completed before i can get student loan again, found out monday that i’m missing a meekly 1,5 credits to get my next loan and if i don’t get it in this week then the first cheque of the term is obliterated into thin air never to be seen again, because you have 4 weeks from when the semester starts to accomplish your credits and if you haven’t done it in those four weeks then you don’t get any loan for that period and can’t get any until the week after your grades have been reported

it’s.. it sure is a system but hey some of that money is just free money that i get for being a student and i never have to pay that back so like. obviously i want the free money, along with the loan so i can pay bills and y’know. live a little

these credits are from a class in english that i took last term but i barely passed half the credits and now it’s a race to amend them. which isn’t all that easy because you can’t amend your credits whenever you feel like it, just in the spaces of the re-exam period (which thank god is still ongoing) but even so teachers at uni here usually have a three week grading period. and i have three days. until i can say bye bye to a lot of money.

so up until monday and including half of monday i thought i “just” had to do a 1000 word essay on a short story, THEN i was made aware that i had to do the essay and read two novels and answer questions about those, none of which i’ve read yet. one of them doesn’t even exist in libraries so i’d have to literally purchase it and that’s just not on my agenda right now

realising that i had slim to no chance at being able to manage that, i checked to see if i could finish another task or exam instead, and yes i could do a powerpoint oral presentation on a chosen accent and talk about phonemes and phonetic assimilation and elision and vowels and a brief history of the country and i was uhh fuck but okay. so that’s what i spent monday evening and all of today tuesday doing. i didn’t even have breakfast until 5pm when i was done and had sent the whole thing in for grading

however the person grading that turned out to be another person than who was gonna grade the essay and the novel questions, and that person has been really helpful when i’ve emailed her and told me to let her know when i’d handed in the essay and she’d have a look at it right away. that obviously doesn’t mean i’d get a pass but it’s at least nice to know there are teachers that try to be helpful

the other teacher that i ended up emailing today to explain my situation to (i need to get 1,5 credits by friday ideally, what can i do, i know it’s unreasonable to ask but can i let you know when i’ve submitted the presentation so you can have a look at it asap?) ended up feeling much less forthcoming and even though i finished the presentation and submitted it i’m not entirely sure i’ll get a pass on it. i hope so, but the other classmates had more thorough presentations where they had more examples of all sorts of things, diphthongs and connected speech and h-dropping and consonant phonemes and while i guess my pres was okay, it wasn’t as thorough as some of the others (we had to watch each other’s and give feedback on them).

so at the end of the evening i ended up going back to start on the 1000 word essay even though i realised there’s no way i’ll be able to get it all done, not to mention i have a 700 word essay to be done by thursday for the class i’m currently taking because thats gonna be discussed in a study group with my classmates so it can’t be a rough draft, it has to be actually finished

but then i remembered. the teacher who was forthcoming told me already a month ago when i brought it up that i needed to amend my credits, that i could do an oral presentation for more credits than what i’m currently lacking

and that presentation is different to the one i finished today, which actually had to be semi-decent and thorough

this other presentation, all i have to do is read a short story and then do a 5 minute oral presentation about what it’s about and what the underlying themes are and what the protagonist is going through

it doesn’t have to be formal or academic and i don’t have add citations with referencing and have a thesis statement and make sure my lines are indented and god knows what else all the things you have to have in an essay, and that’s not even counting the words and for it to make sense and be decent

i just have to yabber on about a short story for 5 mins while i record my screen and yabadabadoo i’m fucking good to go my maties. it’ll probably take me longer to actually put together the presentation than anything else, powerpoint and me are not friends but ah, i am feeling really positive that i can get a grade if not tomorrow then at least thursday because like shawn said: i can only fail up, with this

literally legend. anyway that’s everything i had to get out of me.

fingers crossed i get not one but two grades by thursday at the latest, because i need those credits regardless but extra much right now

and the story i gotta read that i’ve chosen is the purple elephant?? was it? by orwell?

anyway that’s all peeps, thank you and goodnight

[sashi-ya]

I’ve missed your last couple openings for slots so I’m very excited to try and get one this time ahhh Could I please have darling Corazon, with nb reader, afab, they/them if those are all okay Sashi Darlin <3 Can I maybe request him a little obsessive yandere with his s/o, possibly with exhibitionism (can’t wait any longer), size kink, body worship, & praise kink? Thank you Sashiiii <33

Hi cutie!! You saved my writer's block with this request!! Thank u so much! I hope you enjoy!! 💖💖

😈💜Sashi's Dark Corner💜😈

NSFW ~ Donquixote Rosinante x GN! Reader ~ Seven Eleven

tw: NSFW. NB reader. GN! terms. Afab! reader. Yandere! Cora, obsessive and begging. Exhibitionism/public sex. Size kink. Body worship and praise.

wc: 2.1K

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The day you started working at the convenience store you thought it was going to be the most boring experience ever. You took this job as a part time one while you wait for another year of uni to start. You needed money for that trip to the beach you wanted to do for spring break, and working was the most efficient way to do so… but, your boring working experience soon turned into something else.

The first day that you saw him enter, you laughed. A big tall blonde man, pretty handsome, fell right at the entrance. Of course, you ran to help him but he laughed, and that smile made your heart melt. He looked like a sweet man, really sweet. Sometimes he was alone, and sometimes accompanied by a grumpy child.

Every time he came, he bought the same; some pickled cabbages and plums. Though the last ones were specifically avoided when he came in with the grumpy kid. The child would always grimace at the very image of the Umeboshi jar. Apparently, the kid was mute, until the blonde man told him -as a joke- to pick some pizza for that night… The kid heaped a curse that made you both startled and laugh.

Rosinante, that’s his name. You found out so one late night, after he came running to buy some vodka. It was kinda weird to you that he, a very sweet guy, would come and buy alcoholic beverages on a Thursday night. But soon you understood why… He was being rushed by a guy waiting in a pink convertible car. Fancy looking man, bleached blond, tanned and wearing sunglasses during the night… What a weirdo. He shouted from outside “Rosinante, come on! Bitches are waiting!”.

You laughed.

“Is your name Rosinante? That’s cool. Did you know that Don Quijote de La Mancha’s horse was called Roci-...” you stopped, because when he handed you his ID you found out his surname was actually Donquixote. “Funny… Your parents might like literature” you mumbled. “Y-Yeah… Uh… by the way. This is... This is not for me, this is for my brother” he excused himself, even if you hadn’t asked for any alibi.

“Don’t worry, Rosi ~” you purred. To be honest you had caught a liking for him, a tall handsome man, a responsible… parent? and a funny looking guy that fills your days with beams and sometimes even eating an instant bowl of ramen together during your breaks. He was a good catch, for sure.

Rosinante widened his eyes to your subtle sudden approach, but soon was dragged outside by the constant honking of his “cooler” brother. He excused himself and promised to come back the next morning…

“Good evening!” Rosinante enters waving -and hitting his hand against the frame of the door. “Oh… hi, Rosi. How was last night?” you ask with a soft smile, while cleaning the floor under the little tables against the window. A guy named Shanks brought his kid, who presented himself as “Luffy, the next pirate king”, and the damn beast ate like one. What do these kids watch on tv nowadays?

He came closer, obviously ignoring the yellow wet floor sign. His long legs got tangled with it and so he fell right at your feet. “Oh, Ro-” you exclaimed. Is not that you aren’t used to him falling, but the sound he made when hitting the ground was pretty loud. “Don’t worry, Corazón” he utters, smiling and trying to stand up.

“Corazón…” you whisper, that’s the Spanish word for heart… You take your hands to your cheeks, finding out that they have gotten instantly hot.

You help him to sit at one of the tables, and as always, you happily grab two instant ramen pots to eat. “Shrimp, meat or spicy chicken?” you ask, showing him the options.

He smiles. He smirks. A beam you haven’t seen before; a sexy smirk. You giggle, waiting for his answer while looking at him crossing his legs.

“Spicy chicken, Corazón”

His voice, why does it sound darker…? You look at him from head to toe, swallowing. Rosinante has a different aura… he isn’t sweet anymore.

“O-Ok… I’ll have the meat one today, I can’t handle how spicy the chicken one is” you mumble, turning around to prepare the soup. Yet, you felt absolutely intimidated and you needed to escape from his almost crimson irises fixed on the cleavage of your shirt.

The boiling water is not even as hot as the tip of your ears. For some reason, you feel as if you were a prey about to be devoured with him. And you don’t know why. “He just asked for a flavour, you are imagining stuff. Rosinante is a sweet man, there is no way he woul-” you think, yet your thoughts are cut short...

Arms around your waist, heat emanating from his skin. “You know how much I want you?” he whispers in your ear. “W-what?” you stutter, not sure if you wanna stay or run away. “Don’t you want me? I want you” he mumbles, grazing your neck with his nose, smelling your perfume.

“Ah… adorable. I wanted to smell this scent since the very first time I saw you” he purrs, softly grazing your belly. You don’t move, and frankly -even if you weren’t expecting this- you want more. “You… do?” you ask, biting your lip.

Rosinante takes his thumb to your lips, separating them little by little. “Lips so perfect, you are wearing that chapstick you always apply when you are bored and the shop is empty”. He knows what I do when I’m alone?... The tip of his fingers goes inside your mouth, slowly. You accept it, softly biting it, sucking on it.

“So you want me, then?” he asks again, desperation growing in his voice. A side smirk draws on your lips… he is desperate for you. “I… it depends, you know?” you moan, dancing slowly from side to side, grazing your back against his crotch. He grunts, deep breathing in your ear.

Rosinante’s bulge rests over the small of your back feels hard, hard and swollen. And he can’t take the motion of your hips any longer, he can’t cope with your little play. He turns you around, pushing you against the counter. “I want you, I want you… Please tell me you want me too, I wanna hear it from your lips” he begs, obsessively.

“I want you, too. Rosinante…” you say, slowly, pausingly, killing that man with the words that escape your mouth like bullets to his heart. “But we are in the middle of a convenience store, you know?” you tell him, because even if you don’t really care a single shit about your job, any person could walk in at any time.

Rosinante takes a deep breath, a painful gasp that shows how much his dick is hurting to be trapped by white jeans. White jeans with already a little wet patch. “I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna fuck you right here” he states, making you laugh at first, but startled then when you discover he is not lying.

You are suddenly sitting over the counter, as he lifts you up by your waist. “See… it hurts, let me fuck you” he moans, unbuttoning his pants and showing you how hard and erect he is. You gasp… will I be able to take all of that?

“Uhh…” you can only babble as he lifts his shirt up, exposing a belly full of scars.

“Touch me… I beg you. Touch me with your perfect hands. Scratch me, with your black painted nails. Kiss me with those soft lips. Let me make you mine… mine!” he says, coming closer to your lips with his. You can’t help but surrender. It’s about to be closing time, what are the chances of anybody coming?

A passionate kiss ends with his mouth leaving bites and pecks over your neck and collar bones. And he goes down, down until he kneels on the ground. “Can I eat you out? I need to taste your sweet flavour” he asks, with his hands on your jeans, urging you to allow him to take them off.

You nod, as you look towards the entrance to check you are still alone. “Thank you…” he moans, practically ripping your pants off.

His hands spread your legs, nails burying on your thighs to keep them open. He first enjoys the view of dampened underwear, he then buries his nose on your core. “Your scent…” he moans, muzzled by your anatomy. The tip of his tongue enjoys the salty taste of your arousal right over the clothes, making you shiver in anticipation for him to devour you.

But just as your eyes scan the door, you notice a couple of customers about to enter. “Rosi!” you shout, desperately kicking him back. “I’m sorry, stay there” you command, praying for them not to see you are not wearing pants.

“Welcome!” you greet them with a wide -extra cringy and suspicious- smile. “Uh... hi” some guys wave at you, without paying much attention to you. They walk towards the food aisle, and you pray for them not to pick anything that requires to be heated.

You feel kisses coming up, from your ankles to your thighs. Playful fingers daring to move your underwear to the side. You move your leg, giving Rosi little kicks to stop what he is doing, but he doesn’t. In fact, he increases the game.

Your underwear ends on the floor, as he all of a sudden pulls it down. The cold breeze of the air conditioner of the store makes your wetness freeze. However, the cold didn’t last for too long, since Rosinante warms your core with his tongue.

You widen your eyes, looking to where he is. “Stop…” you whisper, looking constantly to the couple who is taking too damn long to choose whatever the fuck they have come to buy. “I can’t” he mouths, chin shiny as he eats you out. You bite your lips, trying to push him off you with your hands tangled on his abundant golden hair. But not even that works, because you are actually pulling him against you.

And Rosinante is delighted

You are doing everything you can to drown so needy moans, not to scream, not to grunt. His tongue goes up, down. Sometimes he even penetrates you with it. His thumb traces circles on your most sensitive button of pleasure. Who would have said a sweet, kind, innocent man was able to do such things?

You watch the guys come closer with sushi trays in their hands, alleviating your fear of them asking you to move and heat anything else for them. “Thank God for Japan and the Sushi” you think, in between the concentrating pressure on your core Rosinante’s tongue is provoking and the way his fingers go up and down your entrance to dilate you.

And hell you need to be as stretched as possible if you wanna take that man inside you…

The guys pass you the trays for you to scan them. You are shivering and sweating, the sashimi inside that plastic container jumps as your hand trembles. “Dude, are you alright?” one of them asks you. “Y-yeah…” you say, coughing to cover the sound of Rosinante’s fingers going in and out of you.

Your customers look at each other with confused countenance, but you don’t care. You only want them to leave the fuck out of there, and if possible, to be the last clients you ever had in your entire life. “It’s $10, 69” you communicate their total, feeling the sharp sensation of Rosinante’s teeth being carved on the side of your thighs.

The men give you the right amount of money thankfully, and leave. Just in time, because you are about to cum.

“Ro- Rosi-.... fuck... Why did you- why did you do th-... fuck me�� you moan, fixing your eyes into his. Eyes that are the only visible part of his face as everything from under his nose is hidden by your sex’s anatomy. You lay your belly over the counter, fists closed, one of your hands covering your eyes, lips separated as you exhale and inhale ferally.

“Come for me, come in my mouth” he commands, pressing your belly down and licking desperately up and down. Movements that make you reach climax, reach heaven, reach hell and even further. “God damn it… ugh…” you moan, feeling the tightness on your stomach finally snap.

Your blonde personal sucker licks you clean, not a single drop of your released orgasm falls into the ground but into his mouth. “What a delicious treat…” he says, passing his tongue over your inner thighs to catch perhaps, some rests of your climax.

You keep resting over the cold material of the counter, at this point not sure if your body is able to respond. And hell it does, because you seriously thought this needy man would stop right there?

He stands up, and just as you are he gropes you. First with his hands, then with his bare sex, burying it in between your ass cheeks.

He bends over you, his huge frame crushes you against the table under you, but you don’t care. “I will make you mine, so fucking mine” he expresses, liking your cheek. It sends shivers down your spine to hear him speak like that… where is the sweet funny man you know?

Rosinante grabs your wrists and pins them over your head. One hand is enough, he is huge compared to you -and ultimately to most of the human beings-. “Let me fuck you that pretty entrance of yours, bet it feels amazingly tight around me. Let me try how it feels to fuck a deity”

You simply smile, with your cheek pressed against the counter, waiting to be penetrated, impaled, destroyed right there at the sight of anyone walking by.

“Fuck me, Rosi~” you purr, spreading your legs even more so he could have a better entrance.

“Yes, my Corazón…”

He guides himself in, slowly. As much as he wants to destroy you, he is conscious of his length and size. He wouldn’t hurt his perfect victim here. You feel as his tip opens his path inside you, stretching walls, clenching walls. He feels warm the more he goes deep, deeper.

Rosinante grunts, squeezing your wrists with his right hand, while he does the same to your left ass cheek as he lifts it up to reach places of your wet cave nobody has reached before. You feel full, and your body begs for him to move. “Move, move…move” you moan, begging.

“No need to beg, my sweet beautiful heart” words that seal the deal… his hips, so clumsy for walking, yet so precise to fuck you. In and out, first slowly, then increasingly violently. His grunts, mixed with yours. You drool over the table, as you are unable to close your mouth while his dick goes in and out of you, stretching you, creating even a little bulge on your lower belly.

Your toes curl, you bite your lips, you close your eyes and enjoy his endless, merciless pumping motions… His orgasm mixed with yours, a beautiful depiction of lustful bodies connected in a single soul…

“Thank you…” he whispers.

“Thank you… now, help me take down the security camera or else I’m gonna get fired pretty soon”

“Damn…”

[havethetimeofyourstyles]

in which harry stumbles across your livestream.

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It was Harry’s usual Thursday night when he found himself lying in his bed with his laptop on his lap and a plate of his dinner in his hands. 

He was binge watching interior home designers on Netflix, letting out an ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ as they revealed the finished homes, practically envisioning his future home the same way. 

Thursday nights were practically the start of his weekend as he didn’t have classes on Fridays, and usually his friends and him would hang out, but he really just didn’t feel like going out nor did he have the social capacity to hang out and get drunk when he’s probably going to do that on Friday and Saturday. 

He simply just wanted a break, and that included staying inside and watching interior designers flip a house completely different, and eating his dinner. And he wasn’t ashamed that he enjoyed it. 

After a few episodes and an empty plate, Harry paused the next episode before it even started to put his plate away and grab a glass of water. As he was washing his plate, he heard the door open and close, followed by hushed giggles and whispers. 

“Shh. Harry might be asleep,” a voice said, but he knew it was you. You knew that he liked to sometimes sleep early, but he thought it was too early to be asleep, seeing as it was only eight p.m. 

“I’m actually in here,” he chuckled, making himself present with his voice. 

“Oh!” You said surprisingly, and another laugh was heard. 

You made your way to the kitchen, your guest following behind you as you saw Harry in just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. 

“Hey, H,” you greeted. 

“Hi, love. Have fun tonight?” He asked. You had went to the bar to chill out from the many essays you had to write and exams you had to take, and Thursday nights were also a start to your weekend as well, so fuck it. 

“Yeah, I did, thanks for asking. This is Daniela, by the way,” you introduced the girl you had met at the bar. 

You had seen Daniela right when you walked in as her and her friends were sitting at the table right next to the entrance, and she immediately caught your eye. She looked right back at you, giving you some flirty eyes herself as you were dragged away by your friends and straight to the bar. 

After a few drinks and rounds of dancing with your best girlfriends, you saw Daniela walk over to the bar and order some drinks, so you decided that it was your chance to go up to her. 

You two had immediately hit it off, getting to know one another. She told you that she was a lesbian, and you proudly told her that you were bisexual. You also found out that you’re both in the same bio-chem class together, which definitely raised the excitement as she suggested studying together and you happily said yes. Then there was dancing while you two were both buzzed, completely forgetting your friends as you grinded against each other and kissed, not caring that you were practically putting on a show for everyone around you. 

And when you suggested that you took her home, she immediately said yes, and you dragged her outside as you waited for the Uber you called. 

“Nice to meet you, Daniela. I’m Harry,” he introduced himself, shaking her hand. “Her roommate and friend-”

“Best friend. C’mon, Harry, don’t put yourself lower than that,” you corrected and he smiled. 

“Alright, alright. My bad,” he laughed. 

“So, we’re gonna go to my room,” you winked him as Harry said ‘have fun’ before cleaning up a bit in the kitchen. 

He was glad that one of you was getting laid. He also noticed how happy you were, which he absolutely adored, and he thinks it has to do with the fact that you came out a year ago, and you’re now living your life to the fullest and happiest, and that’s all he wants; is for you to be happy with yourself and in general.

Harry met you at the end of freshman year of college as your friend groups met up with each other at a bar. He was a bit more shy than the rest of his friends, and didn’t immediately mingle with everyone until a few drinks in. But as you introduced yourself to his friends, you noticed him sitting down at the bar, not interacting with anyone. You were also somewhat on the quiet side, but was able to handle introducing yourself, so you completely understood why Harry acted the way he did when you two met. 

“Hey, not feeling it tonight?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. 

“Eh, not one for going up to people and initiating a conversation,” he said nervously. 

“I get that. Makes me nervous to go up to someone and talk to them, but I’m trying to get over that, so here’s me trying,” you chuckled as did he. 

“Well, we gotta drink to that then,” he said, and it took him by surprise that he was able to make a joke and laugh. 

It could have definitely been the liquid courage, but he was starting to warm up to you; joking around and becoming less tense as you two talked and drank. But that was because you were making him comfortable, to which he appreciated very much. 

Since then, you two have been by each other’s side. He told you that your friends kind of intimidated him because they were very out there, and that made you laugh slightly because it was very true, but you made sure to be by his side whenever your groups hung out. 

The group hangouts turned into one-on-one hangouts with just you and Harry. He was definitely more comfortable with you, and he really enjoyed your company and presence. 

Both of your friends had expected you two to end up together, but you two realized that you were better off as friends—who knows if you two will end up together, but for now, you were happy being best friends with him as was he. 

It was a year, the end of sophomore year, when you wanted to move out of the dorms. It wasn’t like you didn’t like your friends and roommates, but sometimes you wanted your own space and that didn’t help when there’s two other people in the same room as you. 

So Harry suggested that you both find a flat together since he was on the lookout for a flat anyways, and it’ll help him a ton with bills and whatnot. You excitedly said yes after you asked him if he was sure that he wanted to move in with you, and if he was extra sure that he wanted to since you’d be there when he would take home people. He laughed, and said that he didn’t care and wanted to live with you, saying it’ll be fun. You both had gotten quite close throughout that year and practically told each other everything, so it’ll be even better to live with someone you both trust. 

Junior year of uni, he noticed that you always came home with a sad frown on your face, briefly saying hi to him before going straight to your room and locking yourself up for hours. Harry tried figuring out why you were in such a mood all the time, and tracked his steps, seeing if he said anything wrong that made you upset. But he couldn’t figure it out as you both always had light and fun conversations during breakfast and dinner. 

And the frown went on for months until you both came back from Christmas break, and you told him that you had to tell him something very important. 

“Love, you can tell me anything, you know that right?” He said, reassuring you. 

“Yeah. It’s just…I’m nervous to,” you said, shaking your leg. Harry really wondered what happened during break that made you so anxious. He was worried that you wanted to move out and not live with him anymore, but he had to remind himself that it was probably not even about him as he told you to take your time. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he said, and you nodded, giving him a smile before you walked off to your room to gather your thoughts. 

An hour later, you came out of your room and found Harry sitting on the couch, watching a film. You sat next to him, and he immediately turned off the TV, giving you his full attention.

You took a deep breath and started, “What I was trying to say earlier was that something about me has changed, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I was still figuring it out, but I was just scared of what you would think,” you said. Harry started to get concerned, but he let you finish talking before he said anything. “So, I’ve always had an attraction towards girls, and I thought it was just me thinking a girl was pretty, but when I started to get nervous and flustered when a girl would talk to me, I realized that I really like them, and I would find myself flirting with them and longing to have something romantic with them. And then when I went back home for break, I met up with a childhood friend, and somehow…we kissed. It was so magical that it made my stomach flutter.” 

Harry had smiled softly as you told your story; knowing where this conversation was going, but of course, he stayed silent and let you talk. 

“So what I’m trying to tell you is that… I’m bi,” you had said nervously, hands shaking in your lap. You were trying to contain your tears from falling from your face as you shook your leg. 

“Love, I’m so happy for you,” he replied, opening his arms to comfort you from the anxiety you were feeling from telling him. You had softly sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the weight on your shoulders disappear as you had finally told the person you were closest to and who you trust the most. 

“R-Really?” You said as you pulled away from his hold. 

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m happy that you can be whoever you want to be and I’m here to support you,” he said, holding your arms and running his hands over your skin. 

“Thank you, Harry,” you smiled at him, feeling ultimately grateful for your best friend and his acceptance. 

Harry smiled at the memory as he heard giggles through your door, and he chuckled as he finished cleaning before heading to his room. He was feeling a bit tired and despite it being a bit earlier than his usual bedtime, he decided to call it a night a try to get some sleep, deciding that he could go on a run in the morning since he was sleeping early. 

But after an hour of tossing and turning, he gave up trying to get a restful sleep, and opened his laptop to put on some Netflix, hoping it would lull him into a deep slumber. He was comfortably watching a random show until his hand grazed his crotch, and he realized he hadn’t relieved himself nor had he had sex in a while. 

So, he pushed his boxers down his legs, kicked them off the bed, and took off his shirt before he grabbed some lube and pumped his cock as it immedately hardened in his hand. He began touching himself in the darkness of his room as he quietly groaned out and threw his head back on his pillow. 

Realizing he doesn’t have some kind of visual, he stops to search up cam girl sites on the internet so he can get a mental image in his head to get him off. He finally settled on one user that was doing a live stream called ‘KISSYPLS’ as the preview was a girl going down on another with a purple ambiance to the room. The room was dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see the two girls. 

The sound of the moans from his laptop were quite loud and he didn’t want you to hear it all the way from your room, so he grabbed some headphones from his bedside table, plugging in his earbuds into his ears as the sounds of the girls moaned and talked dirty to each other. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” the girl that was doing the eating out said before she crawled her way up to the other’s body. 

And the slightest moment as Harry was watching, the girl on her back had shifted down a bit as they kissed, and Harry’s eyes flew wide open once he glanced. He saw the face that he wouldn’t have expected he would see. 

His roommate. His best friend. It was you. 

You were being eaten out on his computer screen by Daniela, and he was in complete shock. He honestly hadn’t expected to find you because it was just a random scroll through the site, but holy fuck. 

You hadn’t had your account for very long—maybe about three months. But you thought it was a good way to make some extra money because the bills were stacking up and they had to be paid off somehow. And you loved the idea of getting off in front of a camera for random strangers who pay to see that shit. 

And of course, Harry didn’t know you were a cam girl at all. He hadn’t seen that coming when he was looking for something to get off to. But he wasn’t complaining. He just didn’t expect you to be the one on the other side of the screen. But there you were, showing your body and having sex with someone on camera for the (as shown) 27 people watching who are also horny as fuck. 

You as a person are already beautiful, he knew that, but your body was something else. The way your tits were shown so clearly on his screen with your tattoo that was inked right next to your left tit; as the purple light hit your skin. He wanted to take them in his mouth and devour them. 

You were sprawled out onto the bed, naked as Daniela was kissing you, and he couldn’t stop looking at you as your face looked while kissing someone. He was in complete shock that he stopped stroking himself, his dick in his hands as he watched you two make out. But once his cock twitched from the sight of your ass sticking up, getting a view of your glistening pussy and ass, he continued. 

You flipped Daniela onto her back, making her squeal in surprise before you started kissing down her body, leaving small and sweet kisses to her soft skin. You took her nipples into your mouth, sucking on it lightly as she moaned. Once you were lying on your stomach between her legs, you gave her inner thighs a kiss before licking one long strike up her pussy. You generally loved the way girls taste rather than guys, so your mouth salivates more when you’re with women, eating them out and tasting them, and pleasuring them to their orgasm.

You tongue focused on her clit, licking her sensitive bud relentlessly as your arms were looped under her thighs, and your hand reached up to grab one of her breasts, taking her nipple in between your finger and lightly pulling it. 

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Her voice was much more high pitched than normal, but you think it’s hot as fuck. “Like that.” 

That encouraged you to continue sucking on her clit, and you brought your free hand to plunge two fingers into her wet pussy, curling up to meet the soft spot inside of her. Daniela’s back arched off the bed as her hair was spread out onto the pillow as she grabbed a fistful of your sheets into her hands. You pulled your mouth away from her to place your hand on her clit, rubbing it fast as you continue to finger fuck her. Daniela was an absolute mess above you, chanting that she was going to come as a way to manifest her orgasm. 

“C’mon, beautiful. Cum for me,” you encouraged her, the sound of your voice had made Daniela and Harry moan out with how sultry and seductive you sounded. Daniela’s peak washed over her as her hips bucked up, but you placed your arm on top of her thigh to stop her from moving as you calmed her down from her high. You licked her up once more, collecting her juices on your tongue before climbing up her body to connect your lips with her. Daniela could taste herself on you, and it turned her on even more despite just having an orgasm. 

Harry watched as you two kissed for a while. She wrapped her arms around your back, pressing her body against yours as you two made out, swirling your tongues together. Harry fondled his balls, intensifying the feeling before going back to stroke his cock. He gripped on his long hair with his other hand, so it felt like someone was in the room pulling his hair for him, and he closed his eyes. With the feeling of his orgasm coming, he was about ready to pump faster so he could get to his peak, but he heard your voice again. 

“I’m not done with you yet. Wanna cum again?” You asked her, and she nodded eagerly. “Want you to cum when I say so,” you told Daniela, and she nodded. Harry slowed his movements down as if he felt like you were personally talking to him, even though a lot of people on her live stream felt the way he did once she said those words. 

You fixed the laptop, pushing it back a little but still pointing it down to your bodies rather than your face. Giving Daniela a kiss, you situate yourself, putting one leg over her and the other under. You reach between you two, inserting your finger in her wet hole and bringing that wetness to her clit, and she does the same to you. 

Slowly moving closer to one another, you touch clits, rubbing it against each other as you two moaned out. The sounds coming from both of your mouths were loud enough that Harry had heard them from his room, and it genuinely felt like he was in the same room as he was also watching it on his screen. 

“Fuck, I wanna cum,” he groaned to himself. 

“You wanna cum?” You said, rubbing yourself on her and she whimpered out a ‘mhm,’ and you proceeded to grind faster. 

“Yeah, please let me,” Harry moaned. 

The feeling of both your wetness rubbing together was sending you over the edge as you felt like you were going to explode. Your moans had gotten louder, and you really hoped Harry was wearing some sort of headphones with loud music because you felt bad that you were being this loud, but you couldn’t help it. 

But little did you know that Harry was listening to everything. 

You felt like Daniela had waited long enough to release, so you grabbed her face gently, giving her a kiss. “Go ahead. Cum for me,” you said breathlessly as you were going to let go after she was done. 

Once Harry heard those words, he sighed in relief, letting out a loud groan as his orgasm was released onto his stomach. His abs clenched and his hips bucked into his hand. He grabbed a pillow and bit on it, concealing his moans as he came down from his high. With his chest heaving up and down, he looked over at his laptop to see you breathing deeply and he knew that you had just orgasmed as well. 

Your orgasms had hit both of you hard as you were left sprawled out on the bed, laying on opposite sides as your legs were still entangled with one another. Daniela sat up, pulling your body towards her, and she kissed you deeply, still feeling entirely breathless. 

“God, you’re amazing,” she said against your lips, and you smiled into the kiss. The live stream was still going on, so Harry continued watching you two interact with one another post orgasm. “Kinda wanna use that dildo of yours on you,” she smirked, and you chuckled, nodding your head eagerly. 

“Like a threesome, but with a dildo,” you joked, and she laughed. 

“Maybe we should have one?” 

“What? A threesome?” You asked, pulling back, and she nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders. 

“Yeah, why not?” 

“With who?” 

Just on cue, a knock was heard on your door quite loud, making you and Daniela turn your heads towards the door. Before you even had the chance to even get up, the door opened, revealing Harry in just his boxers. You couldn’t help but look down at his crotch area and see his cock hard. 

“Done with the show ladies?” He asked, smirking. The two of you were still completely naked, but neither of you cared to make an effort to cover yourselves. 

“W-What?” You stuttered and looked at Daniela as she had no clue what was going on either. 

“Watched your live stream,” he finally said, and your eyes widened. 

“How did you find it?” You asked, moving towards the edge of the bed, and Daniela stayed behind near the headboard. 

“By coincidence, I swear,” he said, walking towards you. “Was just scrolling and I was horny as fuck, and I stumbled upon it.” 

“D-Did you like it?” A nervous tone came with your words, and it was strange because you’ve never been nervous with Harry, except the time you came out to him. A huge part of you wanted him to say he liked it and that he enjoyed the show, and you really hoped he did. 

He stood in between your legs and looked down at you as you looked up. The sight below him was just something that irked him; you looking up at him with wide eyes, acting innocent and him looking down at you with a raging hard on, begging to be touched by you and your mouth. He placed his hands on both sides of your face, caressing your warm cheek as he studied you for a moment. The smear of mascara that laid under your eyes and your flushed cheeks made his cock twitch. 

Just from watching your live stream, he noticed that you were quite dominant in bed with girls. But with how you’re looking at him, wanting validation and reassurance from him, you’re submissive with men (or just him in general).

His stare was intimidating, and the dark purple light illuminating your room didn’t help. He’s never seen you naked and bare, so that added to the stress of if he likes what he sees. But you were surprised that you didn’t want to cover up in front of him. Throughout the years of being best friends and roommates, you two have never fucked. Although you have kissed multiple times, it was purely platonic and sometimes you just needed a kiss every once in a while. And as your best friend, Harry was happy to help. 

“Of course I fucking loved it. Wanna know my favorite part?” You smiled softly, nodding slowly as you looked at him with big and innocent eyes. He bent down, matching your eye level before he whispered, “Well, first of all you, of course. Looked so damn beautiful, I swear.” You blushed, and he continued. “But the part when Daniela suggested a threesome just a minute ago. If you and her are up with me being a plus one, then I am. Your wish is my command,” he said softly, kissing your nose.

Daniela gasped behind you, a big smile on her face as she crawled to the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder before she spoke. 

“Well, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of fucking fun.”