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08:25pm | yoon jeonghan

SYNOPSIS. in which your fiancé comes back home tired after a meeting. PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, comfort, tiny bit suggestive, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing, terms of endearment (love, angel) WORD COUNT. 1.01k

notes: a jeonghan drabble because it's all i can write atm while struggling on this larger fic ;-; i'll try my best to have his meet cute out this upcoming week tho!! yes this is kinda inspired from that one scene in heartstopper because it was too cute

It's easy for Jeonghan to get burnt out.

The moment he steps out of his car, he already feels the yawn bubbling out of his system and into the cool, evening air. He had just gotten home from a two-timed post-poned meeting that seemed to have wasted more hours of his time than he expected. The information could have been sent in a simple email.

He feels the tired smile creep up his face upon walking up to the front door of your home, grabbing the jangling keys from his pocket and unlocking the door. Stepping inside, he lets out a sigh of relief to the familiar comfort of your home wrapping around him, letting his gaze roam around the dimly lit house to notice its quietness.

Jeonghan slips off his shoes and places them neatly by the entrance, his steps almost soundless as he walks through the space. The soft ambiance of warm lighting and the subtle scent of your favourite candles greet him, instantly dissipating away some remnants of exhaustion (by exhaustion, he means sitting in a stupid seat for four hours straight) from his long day.

As he trails inside your shared bedroom, he's drawn to the soft glow coming from the cracked bathroom door, the pale light spilling out onto the room. Intrigued, he quietly approaches the bathroom, brows knitting together in curiosity. He stops just outside the door, the corners of his lips curling upward as he recognises the source of the sound that has been humming gently in the air. Hearing your voice puts his heart to ease instantly.

Deciding not to interrupt you, he steps back into the bedroom and lets himself fall on the bed, sinking into the comfort of the mattress. He leans his back against the headboard, legs crossed together and takes a deep, contented breath. He closes his eyes for a moment as he waits patiently for you to emerge from the bathroom.

It takes no longer than ten minutes later for you to finally come out of the bathroom. His ears catch the soft creak of the bathroom door opening, and his eyes flutter open, a fond smile tugging at his lips as he watches you enter.

You're wrapped in a plush robe that Jeonghan had gifted you a few months back, your hair slightly damp from the shower. The soft glow from the bathroom lights still lingers on your skin, and Jeonghan swears you take his breath away each time he sees you. You look up, your eyes meeting his, and a delighted smile spreads across your face as you see him waiting there for you.

"Hey," You greet him quietly. "I didn't hear you come in."

"I didn't want to disturb you," he replies softly, gaze filled with warmth as he watches you move gracefully towards your vanity.

"You know I would've offered you to join me, right?" You say, and you can already sense the faint smirk etching across his features at your words.

"Oh, I'm well aware of that," Jeonghan chuckles amusedly. "But I thought I'd let you have your moment to unwind. Perhaps, next time though..."

You turn to face him as you reach for your skincare products, a playful glint in your eyes matching his. "I'll be looking forward to it."

As you go about your skincare routine, you catch Jeonghan up with your day, and he quietly listens to all the words falling from your mouth. Then you listen to him go on a bit of tangent about the meeting he had attended and how much he'd rather spent the four hours of listening to nonsense being with you instead. The thought makes you laugh𑁋he's burnt out from the meeting and burnt out from being away from you for too long.

Finishing up the remains of your skincare routine, you hardly notice Jeonghan rising up from the bed from behind. His arms come to encircle around your waist, landing a kiss at the exposed skin of your shoulder where the robe had ridden down. A soft sigh leaves your mouth as his lips brush against your skin, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. You feel his warm breath against your neck as he nuzzles closer, his arms pulling you snugly against his chest, fingers toying aimlessly with the tie to your robe.

You bring your hand to meet his, the engagement ring on his finger caressing against your palm.

"Hannie, love..." You mutter out. "What are you doing?"

That was enough for him to pull back from trailing his kisses up your neck. He rests his head on top of your shoulder as he takes a moment to admire your form in the mirror, before letting his eyes close.

"Mmh..." he sighs. "I'm just... recharging."

Your heart swells at his words, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back as he holds you close, and you let yourself relax in his embrace as well. His lips find your neck again, leaving soft, feather-light kisses that send a tingling sensation through your skin.

As the quietness lingers, a low rumble suddenly emanates from Jeonghan's stomach. Both of you pause, a moment of surprise passing between before you burst into laughter. His ears turn a faint red as he chuckles sheepishly, arms around you tightening as if to shield himself from embarrassment.

"Well, once you've recharged a bit," You turn around to face him, your arms looping around his neck as his hands come to rest on your hips. "How about I treat you at the ramen place across the street?"

All he does is peer his fluttering eyes into yours, answering your question with a sweet kiss to your lips. It's soft and lingering, enough to leave you yearning for more, but you know that can happen later on. Your fingers gently cup his cheeks as you pull away from him.

"I'll take that as a... yes?" You whisper, fingers kneading the fabric of his shirt.

Jeonghan's lips curve upwards lovingly, letting his hands slide from your hips to your lower back as he holds you close. "Of course, my angel. Ramen sounds perfect."

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Daminette December 2023: 29-Disappointment

Marinette watched in disappointment as everything about Françoise Dupont was revealed. She thought she would feel justified, feel happy. Instead, she felt nothing. Caline Bustier had been fired in the middle of class. Lila had been arrested. They didn't tell the class anything; they just told them their parents were there and they had to speak to them before they left. Even their parents seemed confused.

Adrien stood with Natalie in a line. Everyone was spaced out. They had all been told that the students weren't allowed to talk to each other and if a pone was seen, it would go straight into police custody. Adrien looked behind him to see Marinette leaning against her father's large frame and her mother stroking her hair.

Once they were led into a room, they were all let out through a different direction to make sure there wasn't anything yelled out. When it was Adrien's turn, they quickly learned this was mostly about Lila Rossi. Natalie began to ask questions of her own, as they had hired her. At the end of the session, they were told to head straight home. No one was allowed to stick around on campus. As they got in the car, Adrien asked if they could stick around.

"No. The officer said we should head straight home, Adrien." Natalie stated.

"Please. I just want to talk to one person." Adrien spoke, " They were behind us in line so they should be coming out soon."

"We will wait ten minutes and not a second more." she declared, "If an officer tells us to leave before the time is up, we will leave."

"Yes, Natalie. Thank you." the model, smiled.

Just before the time was up, Marinette and her parents walked out of the school. Adrien perked up and unbuckled his seatbelt. As he reached for the car door, another car showed up. A guy he had never seen before, quickly walked out of the car and hugged Marinette. He watched as the guy kissed her head before turning to Tom and Sabine. He could barely make out what was being said.

"Let's go, Angel." he said, "Tom and Sabine said I was to take you away for a few days. How are you feeling?"

"Disappointed. I feel nothing." she answered, causing her parents to tear up.

"Where will you go?" he asked her parents.

"We will be closing the bakery for a week." Tom replied, "We'll be with some family memebers."

"I've already gathered her things." he spoke.

"Thank you, Damian." Sabine smiled.

Damian took ahold of Marinette's hand and led her to his car. It didn't take long for them to drive away.

"Adrien." Natalie called out.

"Uh, we-we can go." he whispered, "I'm sorry for wasting your time. I can ask at a later date."

The school was declared closed for a week. No one still knew what was going on until Tvi did a special on their school. It was under investigation. Their principal couldn't show specific footage to the school board or police. He was arrested for money laundering, as he had never updated the school's equipment as he stated he had. Once he was arrested, they began to dig into the footage and found many inconsistencies, regarding some students. Tvi went onto explain there had been expulsions that were never approved of by the board. The board was now frantically expunging records and reaching out to families. During the special, it was announced that a student had been arrested for lying to not only the school, but also the staff. They announced that a few of the students' parents were now suing the young girl as she took money and items from their classmates, claiming to be well connected with celebrities. They had also claimed to put money towards charities of their choice or would help them get their dream job. Dupont was called a school of dreamers and nativity. The class couldn't help but think of Lila, Marinette, and Ms. Bustier. When they had been questioned about Lila, they instantly got defensive and threw Marinette under the bus as a bully. They were quickly finding out, they had made the wrong choice and Marinette was rigth about Lila all along.

Adrien had snuck out and was hoping to meet up with some of the class for answers. He had no idea his father was one of the people suing Lila, once he had learned she had lied on her resume and forged her mother's signature. The model hoped he could talk to Marinette, as well. He never expected to see her outside of a hotel.

"Hey, Marinette!" He called out, "Did you tip off the school board?"

"No." She answered.

"Then, how did they know?" he questioned.

"Because of you." Mari replied.

"Huh?" he asked, not understanding.

"This ended exactly they way you wanted it to." she continued, "You wanted me to let Lila lie and she would catch herself in her own web of lies. Her going to jail, being sued; this is all your fault. All I wanted to do was tell her lying could get her in trouble. I wanted to make sure everyone was cautious about what she said. They could have double checked, knew she lied, and then went along with her lie, for her sake."

Adrien looked at her, surprised.

"This isn't you, Marinette." he replied, full of disappointment.

Mari shrugged, "Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. I don't really know anymore."

"Wh-What do you mean?" Adrien questioned.

"I put up with Chloe, with the teachers looking past my harassment for year, with Lila defaming me." Marinette spoke, "I feel nothing, anymore, Adiren. I don't know how to be happy anymore."

Adrien wasn't sure how to reply, when Damian walked out of the building.

"Are you ready?" Damian asked Marinette.

She nodded her head.

"Wait! Mari-" the model began.

"Go inside." Ordered Damian.

Marinette nodded again and went inside, past the security out front.

"Leave her alone." Damian growled out.

"Who are you?" Questioned the model.

"Her boyfriend." Damian stated.

"No. She would have told Alya and Alya would have told Nino. Nino would have told me." Adrien babbled in shock, "She would have told her best friend-"

"The same 'best friend' that pours drinks on her head and her sketchbook?" Damian retorted, " The same one who trips her in the halls and steps on her hand until she had to wear a brace and couldn't design? The same one who would drop her sisters off without any notice because Lila needed her?"

"That girls isn't friend, Agreste. She is a bully." Damian stated, "My girlfriend is seeing a therapist because of your idiotic high road philosophy. Do you have any idea what it was like to come to Paris, to surprise her, and instead, I find she swallowed a whole bottle of pills! She was dying when I found her."

Adrien paled at the thought.

'Marinette tried to kill herself? I'm to blame for all of this?'

"You almost got her killed. Would you have done the same, seeing as how you were 'in this together' with her?" The Wayne heir continued, "I'd tell you to stay away from her, but her parents signed over guardianship to my father so that she can get out of Paris. She won't even be in the country by Friday. Marinette will get the help she deserves."

"You silenced her. You made her feel useless. You made her feel like trash. You are lucky you have nothing tying you to her harassment or I would be suing you; trust me, I looked." Damian concluded.

"Huh?" Adrien asked, still in disbelief.

Damian rolled his eyes, "I called the board when My Angel was in the hospital. Did you know that Lila isn't even her real name? It's Cerise Lerouch. She is signed up at another school, here in Paris. She was never a transfer student from Italy, just a girl who likes attention. All those 'trips out of the country' was just her going back to her other school because she wasn't 'sick' anymore. In fact, she wore a wig and contacts to your school, every day."

Adrien remained speechless.

The Wayne heiress sighed, "I do not understand what she saw in you."

"Who?" The model questioned.

"Marinette. She was in love with you. I believed I had competition and would have to strive hard to earn her favor. All I ha e seen is a boy who is completely and utterly disappointing. " Damian announced, "Be sure to tell your little friends that the only thing they have done is earn the wrath of the Waynes. Same for the supposed 'best friend'. My family owns her dream job and now she'll never have it. How disappointing for her."

The young Wayne turned away from the model and entered the hotel. After a moment, he tried to run in after him, only to be told 'only people with special clearance were allowed in'.

Unfortunately for Adrien, the entire Lila Disaster had only fueled his father's intentions of keeping him homeschooled. He still kept in contact with Nino, but the others were busy with their own things. Nino had told him Alya had hysterical after learning she was being sued by the Waynes. They were suing her for emotional distress, for all the babysitting she had forced on Marinette. Alya had to pay all the money she never gave Mari, once her parents found out. Marinette had kept a detailed planner listing what times and when Alya had dropped off the twins. She had even recorded the twins, asking what Alya had told them and why they were dropped off. Her parents were upset with her and grounded her for the rest of the year. They weren't going to be able to go out on dates and she was now the twins sole babysitter. Nino recanted how Alya said her family was disappointed in her. They were barely looking at her and the twins kept crying how they preferred Marinette. She had also learned that she was blacklisted from the Daily Planet. After that, she shut down and barely said a word.

Nino went on to explain that he was trying to get music files he had given Lila because she knew some DJs. Other classmates were learning that what she had promised them, wasn't true. Juleka had called her father, Jagged Stone, and asked him about knowing Lila and saving his kitten. She quickly filled him in about her tinnitus disability when he didn't remember her, but he claimed to never own a cat of any sort. Even Jagged Stone was looking to suing Lila. After Juleka told Rose, she quickly emailed Prince Ali and was anxiously waiting for a response back. Ivan and Mylene had given Lila money for charities, but were unlikely to see any of their money back. Nathaniel had given her some art to hold for when she went to America to give to her connections. Nino told Adrien they were signed in invisible ink so it was being looked into.

The class itself was slowly falling apart. Max was worried about his grades and how a new teacher would approach everything so he asked to transfer to a private school. There was no evidence he had participated in the bullying so he had been free to leave. Kim no longer had someone to help him focus so his grades fell and he was cut from the team. Kim no longer bet on anything and was even spending less time with Alix. His relationship with Odine was falling apart. There were whispers of the Mayor being tied with Damocles about the money laundering and hints of an investigation looming over his head. Chloe seemed upset and waas pouting, but never answered what was wrong. It wasn't until later he learned that Sabrina had transferred school to the other side of Paris. Adrien couldn’t believe all the chaos that was caused because one person had lied.

Adrien had finally broken down and cried. Natalie found him and once he had calmed down a bit, she asked him to explain.

"I messed up." he sobbed, "I knew Lila was lying, but I used Father's logic: lies don't hurt people. I didn't think any of this would happen. Marinette tried to commit suicide and is now moving out of Paris. Alya is depressed. Lots of our friends are trying to sue Lila and get their things back. Some changed schools. Others are flunking! I got blamed for Marinette and her boyfriend said ther was nothing to stick to me so he couldn't sue me."

Adrine cried himself to sleep. Natalie informed Gabriel and it was only then he saw how naïve he made his son, by keeping him home. He was grateful that ther was nothing holding Adrien accountable, but he knew he needed to do something fast. He called up his sister-in-law and pleaded with her for Adrien to attend school with his cousin. As much as he hated it, Felix would help beat the naivety out of his son.

Meanwhile, in Gotham, Marinette had moved into the Wayne Manor. All the Waynes had been very welcoming. Damian had even introduced her to Jon; Damian explained that Jon also helped him express his emotions. She had an appointment for a therapist next week.

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HI DILLOOOO!!!

So sososososo, as a plant mother of 6, can you do headcannons of the gang with a s/o who loves plants and has like a ton that they constantly take care of?

If not no worries Ik it’s a kind of strange request love u (platonically) 🫶

A/N: For sure bro! I am the proud owner of 9 little potted plants, they sit in my kitchen windowsills and I dote over them with all of the love in my heart. I'm a huge fan of succulents and cacti, and I hope you're a big fan of these headcanons!

DARRY CURTIS

Darry is amused by your love of plants, thinks it’s cute how excited you get whenever you talk about them or whenever you get a new one

He’s not against your love for them at all and will offer up the windowsills in the kitchen for you to house all of your plants if you need the space

I have a feeling his Mom had a bunch of plants? Like flowers in the flowerbed outside, small plants in the windows and vases on the table so having plants back in the house is something special to Dare

Not that it’s not special to the other Curtis boys, I just think Darry sort of resonates with that sort of thing more? I don’t know, it just works okay? Trust me?

But also trust me on this, you do not want him anywhere near your plants and I mean anywhere at all

He’s bad at remembering to water them and definitely doesn’t have any sort of a green thumb so do yourself a favor, and your plants too, and don’t let Darry take care of them at all

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop Curtis kills every plant he touches so for the love of God, don’t entrust your lovely little plants babies to him, they will not survive

He doesn’t mean to kill them! He just never remembers to water them or waters them too much or leaves them in the sun too long or moves them out of the sun or-

Soda does like giving you plants and flowers though! He’ll do flowers more often than anything else, just cause they’re easier to come by, but expect a few small houseplants every now and then

Yes, the flowers do come from the flowerbeds in the neighborhood, and yes, the flowers are often times just various weeds and wildflowers that he thought were pretty and figured you’d like

He tries to remember the names of all the plants? But you and I both know that Sodapop is wayyyy dyslexic and wayyyy forgetful so sometimes the names come out wrong

But that’s okay because he’s trying and you can tell and he’s just so adorable when he messes it up because once you correct him, he’ll repeat the word a few times just so he can try to remember it 

PONYBOY CURTIS

This boy is surprisingly good at taking care of plants? And he’s very good about giving them the exact amount of sunlight and water that they needed and making sure that they’re growing the right way

Side headcanon that tacks onto Mrs. Curtis having plants, but Ponyboy was definitely the one who helped his mama water all the plants because he just would, ya know, it’s a Ponyboy activity

Pone likes to check out books from the library about plants, specifically flowers and their meanings, and sometimes the two of you will pour over them together, looking at all the pictures

He checks out even more books when you leave him in charge of watering your plants because heaven forbid anything go wrong with your babies-

Ponyboy likes to call the plants by their proper names, boy’s practically a plant identification app after he starts dating you, I swear to everything-

You show him a plant once and the next time you bring that plant up Pony will have at least three facts about it, the symbolism of the plant, and it’s directions for care 

DALLAS WINSTON

If you have plants and you care about them at all, do not leave them in the care of our Mr. Winston, you will not have plants anymore

No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t keep plants alive and it’s literally the funniest thing ever because he does all the same things you do and still kills them- he thinks the plants have something against him

But, there is one plant he has that has managed to survive, a hearty little succulent in his room at Buck’s that has somehow not died yet

Of course, that little plant came from you and Dally loves that thing a whole lot but he will not allow himself to water it, for fear of killing it off, so he makes Buck water it and gets really upset if Buck doesn’t water the little plant on time

No matter what you name your plants or what the plants actually are officially titled, Dally will call them by the most obnoxious names because he doesn’t want to be bothered to remember what they are

He knows all the names, don’t let him fool you on that, but he’d much rather call them names like floppy green leaf and spiky bush  

JOHNNY CADE

Johnnycake loves that you love plants, he thinks it’s sweet and cute how much you care for the little plants you’ve potted so carefully-

He’s very gentle if you leave him in charge of your babies, following any direction you leave him down to the exact letter, he will not mess anything up and everything must be done perfectly

Dallas likes to mess him up and bother him while Johnny’s watering your plants, saying things like “You weren’t supposed to do that one, ya know.” and “You sure you haven’t already watered that one, Johnnykid?”, and my personal favorite, “You think they’d notice if we swapped out a plant?”

Johnny very quickly stops involving Dally when you leave him charge of plant care

He likes learning about the plants too, he’s like a little sponge when it comes to the care information

Johnny’s really good about remembering which plants are which, even with the ones that look really similar and have similar names, he likes to ask you about them just to see you get all excited <3 

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit Mathews is a forgetful person and for that reason, I strongly advise against letting him take care of your plants, he will not remember them until they’re already wilting

That being said, he does think your plants are super cool and will constantly point out new plants to you and ask if you know what they are

It doesn’t matter if you know what they are or not, he trusts you completely when it comes to plants and you could flat-out lie to him about the plant and he would just nod like he understand exactly what you’re saying

Two-Bit really likes cacti I think, the spikier the better, and will always try to poke yours if you’ve got any, no matter how many times he ends up stabbing himself on the points

If you were to give him a plant, I think he’d actually cradle the pot like it was a real baby, super psyched on having his own plant and being just like you! (Give him one of those ones that are like nearly impossible to kill because if his plant dies, he will be very, very sad)

He keeps the plant you gave him in his room, perched precariously in his bedroom windowsill and makes it very clear that no one is to touch it because he’s afraid someone’s going to to kill it

STEVE RANDLE

THIS BOY. Loves to shower you with flowers and I mean all the flowers he can get his hands on, he gives ‘em to you whenever he sees you

Steve gives you small bouquets from the corner store, gives you the wildflowers growing on the edges of the lot, gives you the hearty little weeds that poke up between the sidewalk cracks

Do not let him take care of the plants. I will only say that once. Do not do it.

He can help you pot and move them if you need to move your plants, but he is way too heavy-handed when it comes to watering them and will drown your plants, it’s not at all, I swear-

You can tell when he messes with them too cause he’ll leave grease smudges on the pots and we all know, Steve doesn’t wash his hands nearly as much as he should, and to be honest, with his interest in cars, he’s constantly covered in oil and grease

It’s cool though, he’s way into cars, and you’re way into plants, it’s kinda cute when the two of you go on tangents about your interests and the other one just kinda looks at the first with hearts in their eyes 

TIM SHEPARD

There is one (1) plant, one singular plant, in the whole Shepard household and you are the only reason behind its presence-

It’s in the kitchen, tucked behind the sink and seated right under the window, probably the best spot for a plant to be and it stays there proudly, vibrant and leafy and green

Tim pretends like he’s indifferent about your love for plants, not really having an official opinion on the plants you cherish so dearly, but he’d be lying if he said that his heart didn’t pitter patter at least a little bit faster whenever he sees that plant in the kitchen

Tim likes the plants that are easy to take care of, that only require weekly or bi-weekly waterings and absolutely no pruning, he just wants to dump some water and move on

He doesn’t have a green thumb and he doesn’t have the patience to deal with the plants that require a lot of effort-

He’s bad at remembering the names too and will just wave his hand vaguely when he’s trying to talk about one until you describe the plant in a way that he recognizes

CURLY SHEPARD

I can see Curls really digging plants? And just gently cupping a plant in his hands, those scarred fingers wrapped around a pot with the tiniest sprout poking up through the dirt

Imagine for a moment, if you will, tucking a flower behind his ear- something bright and colorful against those inky black curls while he rolls his eyes fondly and bows his head to give you a kiss-

He likes planting things with you, messing around the dirt and planting your various flowers and other greeneries in pots and flowerbeds 

Curly will get bored with it though, very fast, especially if you’ve got to plant a lot or you’re working with boring plants, and he’ll try to get you to do something else instead

When you’re watering plants too, he’ll try and nudge your hand so you end up dumping more water than you needed to because he’s a mischievous little somebody who likes to mess with you

Expect a lot of flowers from him too! Little bunches of flowers from the sidewalk and from the yards he passes, clutched tightly in his hands and presented to you with the widest smile 

[iaeriy]

unexpected lv • joão fèlix x reader

summary: things can get strange at first without knowing.. but for a birthday surprise.. it turns out to be a huge moment for your boyfriend as you two settle in for some changes.

word count; 2.7k!!!!

warnings; fluff, spanish translated sentences, mention of moans.. nothing bad this chapter!

a/n; not proofread!! i decided to make this short..i’m already excited to write the next chapters 🥹🥹, i did want to say tho i know i just uploaded a joão smut but..this chapter has probably been waiting for since so i deliver, anywhoo..! hope y’all enjoy! 🎀

It had been a month since the announcement, nothing has really changed around the house besides joão being more attached to you and well..that was because of the twins. You only had about four months left, it has already been 5 months. today you just turned 5 months, the babies still kicking and moving around more. On the other hand for you, there was a bit of chaos with hospital plannings and how things would settle in for that day coming up. You and joão were currently in an empty room, big enough for a bunch of space.

“so will this be the room for the twins?” he said looking at you, you nodded your head, “it’s closer to us so yeah, that works fine. tho it’s better they sleep with us the first few days were home when we come back..” you said, he smiled standing behind you, his hands wrapping around your stomach. you looked up giggling, “i think they’re asleep baby..” you said, as he shook his head. “no, u never know i mean they respond to anything.” he said the second he felt a kick in your stomach against his hand, “see, one of them are awake.” he said kissing your cheek, you smiled as his hand continued moving around your stomach.

“joãoo..let them sleep..” you said he frowned, “they have all day..that’s boring..” he said resting his chin on your shoulder, “mhmmm..its boring when you play fifa..” you spoke, he scoffed. “no it’s not!” he spanked your ass softly, you gigled before turning around. “should we go buy the crib..just for now and then later on we’ll see what there is next?” you said looking up at him.

“we can go buy the stuff later on if you want..” he said, you nodded your head quickly in response before he went over to you kneeling down infront of your stomach, “can they hear me..” he said, kissing your stomach. you winced at the hard kick, “i think they can..” you said he kissed your stomach again before standing up kissing your forehead, “they have my kicks..” he said smirking, you smacked his arm. “hush!” you spoke before he kneeled down again, putting his ear against your stomach, “my babies..can you hear me..” he said moving his hand around before you felt another kick, “mommy doesn’t like when u two kick her..” he said, you giggles rolling your eyes playfully, “you two are only in there for uh-how long again?” he said before you burtsed out of laughter loudly, “let’s just go shopping amor, despues se pone de noche..” (then it turns night..) you said as he kisses your belly again before getting up.

5:56pm

you quickly changed into a pair of flare leggings and a oversized shirt, putting shoes before walking out the bathroom, “are we leaving now?” he said, you nodded walking over to him sitting down on the bed. “does your back hurt?” he said as you nodded, “just a bit..this belly gets tiring and its only been five months.. not to mention the appointment checkup is in two weeeks..” you said feeling another movement in your stomach, you looked down giggling before looking up at joão, “moving again?” he said, you nodded your head in response standing up again, “they’re going to be very energetic..” you said, he chuckled getting up as you two walked your way downstairs.

you held his hand following him to the garage, “do we have names yet..” he said, you whined loudly. “n-not yet..i think we find out their gender next check up, liliana wants to come and keep the results herself until, do you possibly want to come along..” you spoke standing next to the car, he looked at you. “maybeeeee..” he said in a singingly tone, you giggled before he opened the door for you, getting inside yourself as he closed the door walking over to his side, opening the door getting inside, starting the car. you grabbed the garage remote, opening the garage. “they’re moving around a lot than usual..” you said resting your head against the window, he placed his free hand on your stomach. “maybe cause they love their daddy more..” he said, you scoffed. “no! not true!” you frowned feeling your stomach twitch, “how long have you been hiding them for y/n..” he spoke, sliding his hand into your cold bump.

his warm hand caressing your stomach, you moaned a bit as he shot a look at you quickly, head turning around. “sorry..my stomach has been cold..not even the blanket helps sometimes..” you said, he smiled as your head rested back on the window. “i hid it for about 3 months.. I never knew myself i was pregnant joão..those weird things i’ve been eating. I didnt know they were specifically from the babies..” you said, he chuckled feeling a harsh kick on your belly again. “even the twins themselves are happy..” he spoke chuckling, “think at some point i also stopped going to the clinic for my birth control..so..that kind of explains..” you said. “really, so your telling me that the sex we had before going to my parents house you were pregnant..and i ended up filling your stomach up with my cum about THREE TIMES.” he said, you bursted out laughing again.

“mhmmm..now enough with your language cause your children can hear us now..” you said as he scoffed, “then they’ll ask us what it means and that’s good.” he said, you stared at him. “um, no it isn’t..” you spoke looking at him, “we have to speak to them differently, theres no need to be a bit um..weird and our language has to be appropriate too..” you said, he rolled his eyes. “right..” he said poking your stomach, you smacked his hand off, “enough! i don’t need them kicking me more harder..” you said before he pouted, “you hear that..your mommy doesn’t like me at all.” he spoke before you grabbed his hand biting his finger, he looked at you. “really..” he grabbed your cheeks, you whined before kissing you. you kissed back cupping his cheeks. “are we here yet..” you said pulling away just a bit, he nodded his head as you went back to kissing him. “you get onto me but look at you..” he murmured before you smacked his head, he pulled away giggling.

“you have uh..lipstick stains..” you said he looked at the mirror before looking at you, “it’s okay, you’ve done worse..” he said looking down, you blushed heavily smacking his arm as he smirked. “quit! you’re not funny!” you said unbuckling your seatbelt, “matter fact. want a hickey again?” he said before you shook your head quickly, “no thanks! let’s go now!” you spoke as the two of you got out the car walking into the store.

you held his hand, the two of you walking to the crib section. “are we buying four..” he said, you looked at him gulping. “we could just buy two for now, then once it gets closer to the due date we’ll go buy the actual cribs for them. we need to buy possibly a diaper bag for now too..” you said, he looked down at you kissing your cheek, “and baby clothes?” he spoke confused, “until the gender reveal, we’ll probably get clothes and gifts for the twins thrown at us. let’s just find a crib for the babies..” you said looking at him, the two of you walking around looking for a crib you two would agree on.

after 15 minutes of diagreeing and agreeing..

“okay! we’ll just take this one then j..” you said he frowned, “your gonna rock this shit around, what if he or she falls off..” he said, you shook your head. “no, they have barriers baby..they’re cute too and the white is possibly a good color..” you said, he nodded his head before he grabbed one box placing it in the cart, he grabbed another box placing it in the cart. “want me to push it?” you said as he shook his head, “too heavy, i dont want your back more in pain..” he said, you smiled before you followed him around. “what isle again?” he said, you giggled, “dad mode already..” you spoke as he chuckled, “nope just love you a lot and the twins.” he said, “diaper bag i forgot.” he said, “that’s where we’re going.” you said giggling. you roamed around the shelves looking for one, you grabbed a pink one before putting it in the cart. he looked at you, “pink?” he said tilting his head, you nodded in response.

“not because its a girl, because pink is my favorite color. now let’s go!” you said, he tapped on your shoulder you turned around looking up at him. “you can get anything else, you know that right..” he said, you shook your head. “i don’t think i need anything else..” you said frowning.

“not even new bras? you’ve been struggling lately..”

“i don’t need any! you’re being a pervert again!”

“actually maybe you’re right..”

“see i told you.” he said, you stuck your tongue out on him walking to the maternity isle, “they’re awake again..kicking and moving around..” you giggled before finding a pack of bras, placing them in the cart. “i think that’s all..” you said before he kissed your cheek, “let’s go pay then.” he said smiling, you two walked over to the self checkout, you looked down at your stomach. “wonder what they’ll be..” you said, he looked at you. “two girls, hopefully..” he said, you giggled as you watched joão pay for everything, “i love you..” you said, he smiled kissing your lips, you kissed back giggling before you two walked out.

“i wanted to push the cart..” you said as he shook his head, “not to see you in pain from standing and the backpain..” he said, you smiled. he opened the back trunk placing he stuff, “are they going to fit in there..” you said, he shook his head. “we’ll just put them in the backseat.” he said, you balanced your weight on your tippy toes. your stomach jittering around as you giggled, you walked to the passenger side opening the door getting in the seat.

you rested your head on the windoe again sighing shakily, almost falling asleep the door opened as joão put both boxes in the back seats. “sleepy or in pain..” he said, you looked at him. “both..” you said, falling asleep. joão chuckled at you sleeping, he went to the driver seat sitting down starting the car, “wake up..” he said holding your hand, you whined. “dejame dormir..” (let me sleep..) you said, “te amo mucho..” (i love you a lot..) he said, you giggled in your sleep, “yo mas..” (me more..) you said sleepily still sleeping, his free hand rested on your thigh. smacking his hand off you fell back asleep, “dejame dormir..!” you whined out, he chuckled placing his hand inside your shirt on your belly.

you moaned a bit, he looked at you. “does the cold really turn you on..” he said moving his hand around, you whined. “no..your flirting sucks by the way.” you murmured sleepily as he bursted out laughing, “cranky much.” he said, you whined again turning around now facing joão, your cheek resting on the seat, legs hunched against the seat. he kept moving his hand around attempting to find the twins, you held his hand moving it away. “let them sleep..” you murmured, he rolled his eyes. “they’re my babies, i made them.” he said as you slowly opened your eyes, half awake. “ok, im carrying them and soon pushing them out.” you said frowning, falling back asleep.

his palm kept caressing around your bump, trying to find the twins. “joão..let them..mmh..sleep..” you murmured, he said a small “nuh uh” before moving his plams again, your stomach slightly moved again, yet you were still sleeping. you woke up half asleep a few minutes later, you looked at joão then his hand, you moved it away earning two hard kicks. you yelped in pain, waking up before you sat up. joão looked at you, “i’m okay, just the kicks..” you said smiling at him, he caressed your cheek before you rested your head against the seat again, falling back asleep. he giggled, the laugh causing your stomach to jutter. you smiled in your sleep.

“we’re almost home baby..” he said, you whined shaking your head. “i still want to..sleep..” you murmured, holding his hand against your stomach. he held the garage remote, opening the garage. he parked the car unbuckling your seatbelt, you slightly woke up half awake, falling back asleep. he got out the car walking over to your side, opening your door as he carried you out the car carefully. you rested your head on his chest, he kissed your cheek chuckling, “sleepy much.” he spoke carrying you bridal style into the house, to the bedroom. you hummed in response still sleeping. he put you down on the bed, you moved around the sheets before he held one of your leg against his thigh, tieing your shoe off. plopping it down on the floor doing the same to your other leg, you looked at him half awake. “can you..take these pants off me too..” you murmured.

he looked at you, “you sure..?” he spoke, you hummed in response again nodding your head, he pecked your forehead whilst his hand pulled up your shirt, pulling down on the hem of your leggings. joão picked you up again, you were still asleep not even focusing on what he was doing, he placed you back on the bed, this time on your spot as he tucked you under the sheets. you slightly woke up, looking at him. “lay with me..” you whispered, he looked at you. “sleep?” he said, you nodded your head, you watched him lay next to you. his hand coming in contact with your ponytail, he took it off as you giggled. “you knew it was hurting my head..” you said softly, joão nodded his head chuckling.

“you get to find out what they are next month baby..” you said smiling, he kissed your cheek. “still want two girls..” he spoke, “and what if they are two girls..” you said giggling, he frowned. “how would you know that missy..you have a few weeks left..besides does liliana know how shes doing the gender reveal yet?” he said, you shook your head. he smiled softly at you, “can you come with me to the appointment next week..” you said looking at him, he nodded his head. “yes, i still need to see the twins..” he said, you giggled. he moved himself down, resting his head on your stomach, you looked down at him playing with his hair. “why are we watching doc mcstuffins..” he said, you giggled. “because it was my nieces favorites, now dont judge.” he furrowed his brows. “but what if theyre boys?” he said, you shrugged. “i don’t know..you can change it another thing tho..” you said, poking the top of your stomach.

he grabbed the remote still having his head resting on your tummy, he kissed your stomach looking at the little kick. “i guess they love their daddy right now..” he spoke changing the cartoon to a movie. “they were sleeping for awhile so yes..” you said, he turned the movie on before looking up at you. “see were watching finding nemo now!” he said, you giggled caressing his cheek. “..you know what i want y/n..” he said, you looked at him. “hm?” you hummed, slightly raising your shirt up. “so they can hear u better silly.” you said, he chuckled. “i want to hold them already..” he murmured, you looked at him. “they can hear me right now right..” he said, you shrugged. “i think so..” you sighed out, eyes going back to the movie.

a few minutes later..

the sun had already gotten down, after small little conversations and chatters of laughter. you were slightly half awake watching the movie still, though on the other hand there were small little snores and.. joão had fell asleep with his head on your stomach, what a good way to say..he’s already in his daddy mode.

[didishawn]

More Pedri x Ferran x Reader??

Teaching lesson (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut

Warnings: Pedri teaches Ferran how to get you off without having to use his cock, smut, use of a dildo, reader squirts, lots of Spanish

Masterlist

You laughed when the Valencian showed up to the lesson with some paper and a pen

"Sabes que no ese tipo de clase, ¿no?" (you know its not that type of lesson, right?)

"Solo quiero estar seguro de que me acuerdo de todo" (I just want to make sure I remember it all)

The Canarian joins you two, laughing at his friend "Mira que eres tonto, anda, ponte cómodo, que solo tienes que mirar" (you are so dumb, come on, get comfortable, you only have to watch)

Your back is against Pedri, sitting in between his two legs, he is completely dressed- so is Ferran- you are completely naked.

Your favorite dildo is next to you -a blue and red piece of plastic, thick and long, prominent veins, Pedri's hands massage your sides softly.

"Le gusta suave de primeras" the Canarian explains "Nada de ser brusco, le puedes hacer daño, esta es su parte más sensible, haz pequeños y suaves círculos" (she likes it soft at first. Don't be rough, you can hurt her, this is her mist sensitive part, do little soft circles)

The older boy's eyes are set on your middle, your little clit as the Canarian stimulates it as he say, you squirming on his hold, his legs on top of yours to keep you in place.

You are so wet, he can see that, hips following the pleasurable touch.

"Mira a ver que este bien mojada, así todo es más fácil" he raises his hand, showing how wet his middle finger has become, taking it into his hand, moaning at the sweet taste "Prueba tú" (make you she is real wet, like that everything is easier. You try it)

The Valencian hesitates for a moment, hand then reaching towards your middle, enjoying how you moan when he makes contact with your sensitive clit, finger going down to your slit, then up again, he takes it off, he too moans at the taste.

"Debes probar con un dedo primero, luego vas añadiendo según sus reacciones" he looks down at the toy, his hands on your breasts, teasing you "hasta que este preparada para lo que de verdad le gusta" (you must try with a finger at first, then keep adding by he reactions until she is ready for what she really likes)

Ferran nods, middle finger teasing your entrance as you whimper, slowly plunging it, groaning at how hot and tight you are.

"¿Bien?" he asks, you furiously nodding and lowly moaning. (good?)

"Otro" Pedri says, his own hand back to your clit, tight pleasure circles on it, enjoying your squirming, your head falling down to hi shoulder sighing, he knows you like it too. (another one)

Ferran does as told, scissoring the two fingers, wanting to open up space for a third one, you hand grasping his hair, begging him for more.

He doesn't wait for Pedri to guide him as he thrusts in the third one, he likes how your hips rise off the mattress, the midfielder once more putting his weight on his legs to keep you down, one hand on you waist, a warning whisper into you ear reminding you to behave.

Ferran's fingers are long, filling you up real good, but it's not enough, Pedri notices, his own hand grasping the other boy's wrist and taking his fingers off you.

He reaches for the dildo, giving Ferran a look "No sabes como adora esto, se pone a gemir como una putita al tener este trozo de plástico llenándola" (you have no idea how much she loves this, starts moaning like a little whore when she has this piece of plastic inside her)

The toy teases you entrance, circling it, yet not entering, Pedri sure knows how to keep you up your toes.

"Esto es lo contrario, le gusta fuerte, que le llegue hasta el cervix, rápido, profundo, como si fuera tu polla dentro suyo" (this is the opposite, she likes it hard, that it reaches her cervix, fast, deep, as if, it was your dick inside her)

Pedri doesn't wait a moment, Ferran's eyes widening up as he instantly slams the dildo all the way inside you, fast pace from the go, going in and out so fucking fast, so rough, destroying your insides.

It fills you up completely, has you crying out, tears on your eyes, it's painful, yet it isn't, it's so good, an incredible pleasure, the inanimate object hitting your cervix, your sweet spot, so fucking big, it feels so good.

Ferran watches you completely enjoying yourself, how you even trty to fuck the toy deeper into you, harder too as it completely disappears inside you. It's a true sightful, so pretty, you are a trembling mess, Pedri's lips attached to your neck as he fucking destroys you.

The Canarian gives him an amused look, yet his words are demanding "Usa tu boca" (use your mouth)

He doesn't have to say it twice, his lips instantly around your clit, sucking softly, yet demandingly, Pedri's hand keeping him in pace by a strong hold on his hair, he moves him, let's you grin into his face.

You are in heaven, being fucked so good, the soft stimulation your clit receives completely amazing, the feeling of his tongue makes you want to build him a statue.

You are close, they both know it, sounds getting higher, being unable to keep still, Pedri doesn't try to stop you anymore.

Your orgasm is a true explosion, juices pushing the toy out from you, wetting Ferran's face entirely, Pedri too doesn't save himself from your juices.

He has yo push Ferran off you -the Valencian enjoying himself way too much, the wet patch on his trousers a proof of this, kissing your cheek as they help you down from your high.

"¿Te sirvió esta pequeña clase?" Pedri asks, the other nods. (did this small class help you?)

Of one thing Ferran is sure, he can't wait to try this all once again as he watches your flushed cheeks, his cock hard.

[moviestarmartini]

where she goes. — brahim díaz x reader.

tranquilita tu siempre te roba el show / una perversa le vo'a dar dembow / si se pone en cuatro i go where she goes.

summary: (based on this request) you slept with brahim full knowing he only did it to get over his ex. when he comes asking for more you decide to ignore him and disappear, full of pride. too bad he knows where to find you.

wc: 2.6k

warnings: yet again basic sentences in spanish (some i translated), nsfw (18+), stubborn mfs, alcohol consumption, prideful mfs, unprotected sex but what's new (not endorsing it!!!!), p in v, fingering, dom!brahim, he's a bit mean here whoops, spanking (nothing too extreme i promise), praise, aftercare, he's a lil shit here.

A/N: i stalled for a second but i'm so happy how this turned out !! thank you reina @thelvsickgirl for the request mwah mwah i hope you like it 🤍

now playing... where she goes by bad bunny

You stared at the messages in disbelief. You knew very well you were just a rebound, and though it was very well the best fuck of your life, you doubted if that was the case for him too. It was just your ego controlling your every thought, embarrassed you were the second option for him to come back to every time he found himself lonely. After not long consideration, you decided to listen to your pride and ignore the messages. 

Brahim stared back at the blue gray check marks, noticing how you went online on and off but no typing. There was no true intention to reply, thus meaning you didn’t want to respond, and you wanted him to know that. The same sense of pride invaded the two of you. ‘Fine. If she can ignore me, I can ignore her back. Game on.’ and he ignored you ignoring the messages, chest puffed with toxic dignity. 

But it wasn’t easy, not as much as he’d imagined. Each time he closed his eyes to rest, the ghost of your body haunted him, and he yearned to have your tits smothering his face once again as you bounced up and down the length of his cock. When he passed by the living room the carpet was still soaked in a stain remover from the red wine you spilled that night, the same one that had gotten you tipsy and stained your blouse, prompting you to remove it. 

And then, as the situation escalated, he replayed it in the same exact way in his mind until he tore himself away from the thought and moved on. Moved on to the thought of what you were up to; if you were seeing someone else, someone that had your voice stuck in the back of your throat like he did. 

Even some considerable time later, he just gave into the urges, the need to see your ass bouncing against his pelvis when he ordered you to get on all fours just to ram you from behind. He knew you well enough to know you were going to be at that club that night, so he sat and waited patiently, being a wingman to his own friends as he waited upon your arrival. 

And God, it did not disappoint. 

You sauntered in as if you walked into your own living room, the act was flawless as you stole gazes and forced them to look at you. But Brahim couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed you were only looking back at him. He watched as you hurriedly excused yourself from your group of friends and trotted over with those stiletto heels, sitting in the empty chair next to him. 

“Stalking me now, aren’t we?” You muttered, calling the bartender over. You couldn’t even bother as Brahim raised his hand to catch his attention first. 

“Un espresso martini para la señorita; lo agregas a mi cuenta.” ‘A espresso martini for the lady; add it to my tab’ The corner of your lip twitched as he knew exactly what you wanted. That also came true as he placed his hand on your knee, caressing a scar from the time you rolled down a hill when you were six.

“When are you giving me another chance, huh?” He inched closer, searching for your eyes. “I came all this way…” He thanked the bartender with a nod, giving you enough space to sip on your drink. “I surrender, okay?” 

You laughed, not even knowing what type of war you found yourselves in. “Surrender to what? ¿Qué está pasando por esa cabecita tuya, Brahimi?” You hummed disinterestedly, taking a long sip before placing the glass down. But there wasn’t any type of humor in Brahim’s eyes, not even with the nickname. He leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours. 

He seemed to straighten up and almost fix his attitude towards you, clearing his throat and brushing his hair back. “Can we… talk somewhere more private? My car, maybe?” He offered, eyes full of regret. 

You convinced yourself for the past month or so you weren’t going to give in so easily. You knew it was just sex, all his compliments and excuses were the pathway straight into his bed, or his couch, or the kitchen counter. But there you were, gulping down the last of your drink before getting dragged out of there, hurriedly texting your friends.

You sat in his car, the air thick as the engine roared awake. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” You turned to him, still playing hard to get. The act dissolved the second he crashed his lips in yours furiously. “Ay princesa…” He sighed against your lips, his hands messing up your hair. “I want to feel that pussy again.” 

The nod you gave him was enough for the man next to you behind the wheel to break almost seven traffic laws on his way back to the apartment, and you squirmed on your seat, extremely turned on. 

The walk to the elevator was fuzzy, but as soon as you got inside, he almost slammed you against the wall with the rough push, subsequently having his lips take yours. It was sloppy, his lips and surrounding areas tinting in your lipstick, hands exploring under your dress to the point you wondered if he’d gotten you naked entirely. 

He was hungry, insatiable almost. When you reached his floor, the door wasn’t even closed, and you believed he knew how tightly you were wrapped around his finger. You stumbled inside to reach his living room couch, the same place where it all began a few weeks ago. 

You sat in his lap, legs to either side of his body. His hands forced you to arch your back, clothes chests against each other.  “Take off that dress. Keep the heels,” He ordered, pulling your hands away and letting you stand. He wanted a show, and you gave him just that. Your eyes didn’t leave his as you unzipped the little black item, letting it slowly slip down your body and pool at your feet. You brushed your hair to the side, giving him those eyes that chanted ‘slut me out!’ over and over again. 

“Who’s been seeing you in those?” He pointed with his nose to the lacy items that dressed your body under the regular items. He parted his legs, his growing boner becoming more evident.

“You know I wear these to feel pretty.” You replied with equal sass, and he tutted, leaning back. “What?” He saw right through you, and that was only part of it, not the entirety. With no other reply he patted his lap, inviting you to sit in it again. 

You knew better than to disagree, and as soon as you placed your legs on either side of his body, he captured your lips in his. The kiss was frenzied, he grabbed the plush of your ass and kneaded it. The groping made you grind on his lap, the excuse of a piece of fabric rubbing against his clothed boner. 

Brahim broke the kiss, leaving you wanting more. But he kept you away, holding you tenderly by your jaw, but still squishing your cheeks a little. “Don’t lie to me, mamita,” He cooed, voice dripping with sweetness before a smack filled the air, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Who’s been seeing you in that lingerie?” 

“No one, I swear!” You whined, writhing under another spank to your ass. “I kept wearing it in case I ran into you. I never got the courage to get on with someone else.” You heard a small laugh come from him, and sweet pecks soon placed at your chest. 

“Was that so hard to admit?” Brahim brushed your hair back with the palm of his hand, almost petting you. “Too bad you were just a lil’ too stubborn to text me back, eh amor?” His nose brushed against your neck, now depositing the sweetest kisses down its length. His hands played with the clasp of your bra, and it brought small giggles to your slips that mixed in with the moans. 

But the giggles didn’t last long as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging and squeezing them. “Fuck, I missed these,” He groaned, his lips applying sucktion on your shoulder. Surprised, your hands brushed the short strands in the back of his neck before tangling into the longer ones at the top. 

“Eres mía, ¿oíste?” Once his hands left your breasts, his fingers brushed against the newly formed mark. You nodded, breath hitching when his fingertips descended down your torso, hand stuffing inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction at your wetness, grazing lightly at your clit. His eyes dissected the way you could barely stay straight, sinking further into his clothed thighs. “That’s good, isn’t it?” 

But the way he stared at you also meant he wanted a vocal answer, and with a trembling voice you reassured him, “So good, I swear,” His movements were painfully slow, until he moved his hand further down to tease your entrance. You nodded in consent, feeling two digits push inside. But there he was again moving slowly, taking his sweet time. 

“I’m sorry, is that not enough?” It was as if he was making fun of your moans turning into whining between low chuckles. “Ride them. C’mon.” The situation itself already seemed bizarre, how you ran into him when you most wished you did, only for him to have you completely under his control. You didn’t question him, taking the free pass and allowing yourself to get off, hips rolling on the digits he pumped inside you. You threw your head back, moving upwards and back down again continuously, your slick soon gathering in his palm. 

The moment he curled his fingers to hook against that ragged spot,  heat rose up your body, stomach tickling. Your movements became frantic, eyes glassy as you began to crave that release… only for him to remove his hand from under you, leaving you speechless. He licked his fingers clean with such care, big puppy eyes looking up at you. 

“Cum on my cock, please,” He guided your hand to squeeze the clothed bulge, shivering under your touch. You didn’t waste any time undoing the item, and he helped you out by sliding it— along with his underwear— to rest at his lower thighs. You licked your lips, watching the pink tip leak pre-cum, but decided on kissing him first, hand undoing the buttons of his black shirt. 

But there wasn’t any time to fully remove the item as he rubbed his hard cock against your entrance, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Vamos, princesa.” He encouraged you to sink down the length, his other hand caressing your side. You looked up

at him, only to find his pair of eyes looking back fueled with passion. 

That was enough motivation to check he was correctly lined up before sinking down. A groan in unison burst through the four walls, the grip of hands settling on your sides tightening. You hid your face in his neck, getting used to the stretch. Your bare chest against his own, and for a second you swore you could feel his heartbeat. 

It didn’t take long for you to start bouncing up and down his length, wanting to finish off the job. You were going to grant his wish, the fluids already rolling down to soak the couch a little. He groaned, feeling that peculiar pulsing of your walls, his hands maintaining a hard grip on your waist. 

“Don’t give up on me now, you’ve been doing so great.” Brahim praised, noticing how the build up had thrown off your rhythm. “Let me help.” He urged, positioning your bodies before he thrusted upwards. It was fast and fierce, your moans hitting a higher decibel as he tipped you off towards your orgasm. 

But he didn’t stop, he barely slowed down to give you time to recover before going back to that relentless pace, your head dropping and resting against his shoulder blade. “Mírame” He demanded, his hungry eyes meeting your infatuated ones before he pulled you into a kiss, stopping his thrusts while fully inside you. 

A sloppy makeout, tongues tangled, teeth clashing lightly every once in a while. His cock filled every crevice, his hands explored every inch while you finally removed the button up fully. Without even giving you a warning he switched, and you were under him. “La más bella de todo Madrid, eh my love?” He cooed, hands running down your sides as he took every inch displayed in front of him. 

You couldn’t help but blush, scoffing a little. “Ponte en cuatro,” He asked so nicely you couldn’t decline, hearing how he took off his bottoms, giving you space to get on your hands and knees. Then you could feel him behind you again, giving your ass a light smack before he leaned down to kiss one of your buttcheeks. 

A loud crack followed, and you gasped, looking back at him. “¿Enserio Brahim? This is the second pair! You can’t break things you didn’t pay for.” He tore the lacy thong to shreds easily, ripping it off your body. He only smiled sweetly, blowing you a kiss accompanied by a wink before he was back inside you, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The loud moans and groans— almost pornographic— filled the space once more. Your back arched as your arms gave out, the second release hitting you like a train. 

Brahim couldn’t help but admire your figure as he hit it from the back, a small smile sneaking in from behind his parted lips. He leaned down and circled his arm around your hip to press two fingers on your perked clit, already stimulated enough. Your thighs shook, breath getting stuck in your throat. He had never been a selfish lover, and you knew he wanted you to cum again at the same time he filled you up to the brim. 

“Fuck— fuck, that’s it, one more baby,” He praised as you came undone under him, your legs giving you. He pounded you into the cushions, kissing the back of your shoulder blades. The squeeze your pussy gave him was more than enough to tip him over the edge, glorified chants of your name overshadowed your whimpers. 

In no time he had you cradled in his arms, holding you close against his chest. “Stay the night with me, please,” He nuzzled into your cheek, and you agreed between half lidded eyes. 

You still left the following morning before he could wake up, knowing this was something still casual. He was still trying to get over his ex, and you were the closest person he could do that with; your convictions haven’t changed, even when he spent all night spooning you with his face buried in your neck. 

“You’ve got something waiting on your desk,” One of your coworkers announced as you clocked in on Monday, the others giggling. Curious, you walked slowly to your space to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a black box with a pink satin bow. 

You smiled at your coworkers innocently, sitting down to check what was inside the box. Your ears burned as your eyes fell upon the brand new lacy underwear. You closed the box without making much fuss to not attract any attention, checking the note resting on the outside. 

‘ picked them myself so i can break them in peace. 

see you friday, princesa. 

— yours, BD. ‘ 

[th3p0rtalmaker]

Triumphant Update: I Am Now a Homed Person!!! 🥳🙌🏻🥳🙌🏻🥳🙌🏻

(Gaze upon my illustrious air mattress bed, lol. 🤣)

So a summary of everything that's happened in the last week:

Last Tuesday:

- I took a bus to visit an organization that offers case management services (among other services for the homeless, mentally ill, struggling with addiction, etc.)

- Said organization isn't offering the services I need until Feb (at least, maybe longer) and someone stole my phone after I dropped it on the bus. They then tried to pay their Cricket Wireless phone bill with the Venmo debit card that was in the back of my phone case (Did I mention my legal ID was also in the back of aid pone case?)

Last Wednesday:

- One of my social service workers drove up to the city I was staying in with her boss; they purchased a new prepaid phone for me (and the first month's service), took me to the local DMV to order my replacement ID, and then treated me to lunch at Olive Garden

- The warming bus I usually sleep in (since getting kicked out of the only night shelter in town for no reason) was closed that night, because the temperature wasn't cold enough; I ended up sleeping under a bridge with another homeless person - he was an older man that I did not know well at all, and we had a snuggle a bit for warmth, but thankfully he didn't do anything inappropriate

Last Thuresday:

- My social worker from the day before returned to pick me up and drive me back to Lynchburg; she treated me to lunch and dinner at Chick-fil-A, then put up in a hotel for the night

Last Friday:

- A different social worker from my team took me to the apartment that accepted my housing voucher so I could move in

Today (Wednesday):

- I had an eye exam and placed an order from a new pair of glasses, both of which were covered by my insurance (because I'm tired of running around half blind)

- At the end of my eye appointment, I find out there's a $49 copay for things that weren't covered by my insurance for undisclosed reasons; even tho they were willing to communicate with my social workers and figure out how to take care of the copay, then will not order the glasses I need until that copay is paid

And I've been relying on food pantries to feed myself while I wait for my food stamps to get refilled. (I also can't cook anything until I get some bakingware/cookingware, but I'm fully stocked with boxes of mac n cheese and regular pasta. 🤣👏🏻)

Hopefully now that I've got a stable living space, I'll be able to land a job and/or get more students to pay me for online tutoring very soon. (My team of social workers is also working on acquiring some furniture for me!)

Thank you so much to everyone who's been supporting me! I would never have lasted this long without you. I think there are still plenty of experiences from my time being homeless that I need time to process and work thru. But I'm moving forward with the idea that this is my official new beginning since escaping my abusive family. It's going to take a lot of work to get the meds I need, to fnd work that will support me, and get the therapy I need for my lifetime thus far of abuse and trauma. But I have help (in multiple forms), and hope. ☺️

[pawborough]

Hello, all! Thank you for the patience at the later update! It's my goal to get them back on track with updates on or near the 10th. We waited this month for two reasons:

1. A few artists went on short hiatus, leaving less to show on the art side.

2. We're focusing a great deal of manpower towards the Cat Creator, including hand-selecting every color and its accents for each gene, balancing the wheel choice in our new system, and full steam ahead illustrating coverage and patterns you all are familiar with on new poses.  We are MIGHTY proud of our work, and feel all the effort going into colors and genes will pay off, but there's not a lot to show off until the huge update (aside from a very extensive and colorful spreadsheet. We are drowning in hex codes!) Our wheel is truly like no other in its aesthetics, but it is taking a healthy amount of effort. 

It was for this reason that we chose to wait until there was a bit more content to show. Next months update may be smaller as we get back on track to the 10th of every month. 

We have great news on what we have completed!

First, let's look at some art!

New Fauna

More backer sponsored Fauna!

Starchaser

Sponsored and concepted by J. Tazer Pones, designed and illustrated by Hydde

Irimar

Sponsored and concepted by Isb, designed and illustrated by Hydde

Glasswing

Sponsored and concepted by SolsticeStar, designed and illustrated by Hydde

And here is a peak at what's being lined currently!

Icons

How about those icons? We think they're coming out quite charming!

Squid, Bok Choy, Wool, Feathers, Hay, Pebbles, Clay, Cream, Brick, Salt Lick, and Sulfur, illustrated by Remmi

Backdrop WIPs

We're chipping away at backdrops! Here are a few work in progresses!

WIP Luna theme header by Runeowl and Mirko

WIP Harvest theme header by Runeowl and Harriertail

WIP Flower Meadow by Harriertail

UI Updates

Next, we're pleased to share what we feel is a fantastic final for our UI layouts. 

Cat Creator

The cat creator went through the industrial meat grinder of testing and iteration. We had several prototypes working, all with pros and cons. A lot of consideration went into user experience, including:

Ensuring the least amount of clicking to see all the options, while still categorizing the content intuitively

In tandem, best utilizing the space to show the most amount of content at once, giving as many options as possible

Help the user best understand the relationship between what is being clicked and what is changing on the cat, with ease of navigation between each option

Give the user an easily accessible "summary" of each trait, color, and pattern that was chosen for the cat 

Find an intuitive way to express the "Saturation / Luminosity" relationship on each color choice while not overwhelming the screen with jumbles of words

We are still toying with colors and superficial visuals, but this is the final layout being built!

The "Summary & Navigation" section will showcase what traits the cat shown is sporting (ex. Ragdoll Adult, Orange Solid, No White, Traditional Eyes.) 

On mobile, the trait summary is represented by a third icon option the user can click. Otherwise, a mobile user can toggle between color and pattern for each section. 

You also will see a color navigator with buttons for every hue, and symbols for "saturated," "dark," "medium," and "light."

Some of these options may seem incongruent from the current creator. Most notably: two accents! 

It may seem like a damning choice. Really, more colors to worry about?

As a reminder, we will be grouping colors to allow for a larger chance at complementary colors (we are not ridding the chance at full randomization, just weighing it more equally against a large number of coordinated options.)

Furthermore, we are adding both line-breaking accents and very, very minor accents like ear fluff (we figured out a way to group it with mystic breeds), skin colors, or freckles on the skin. This was the best direction for both creative freedom and restriction among these options. 

The largest worry we had when considering this decision was user pressure to utilize every slot on the cat. This was at the forefront of our minds all throughout PB's concepting!

As a solution, we are taking a design approach which will encourage users both to use and not use accent slots, depending on the character they are building. We have a reward system in the works which incentivizes both routes! As a character building game with focus on your characters and near limitless possibilities, we are designing a system which values cats and rewards the player not necessarily by abundance in design, but direction and creativity. 

Simply put, building a cat the way you like it will be rewarding. This system will be unveiled at a later date, but it's great addition for the casual, creative, and breeding side of the playerbase! All of this combined made the most sense for a second accent. 

Cat Profile

This is halfway built on the front-end, and will be done very soon!

Breeding

Big news, generative breeding functionality is done!

We wrapped up the breeding logic, and banged out what I believe is an excellent UI. Everything is fully functional!

Users can view not only a rotation of offspring previews, but view all the colors available to the offspring in each slot. 

As well, users can choose what Borough their cat nests in as a premium feature. This includes a "traveling" option which randomizes the Borough for each potential kit!

Also in the preview is the nest tending page. Nests are tended to with items, and users can add midwives to forego the need to manually give said items. This mechanic is being built out!

I realize these previews might look abysmal. We want to be transparent on what we're doing and show "the sausage being made" per se. What's missing from these deployments currently is final pattern assets (previews are dummies for function testing), theme assets, icon placements, and hex codes; all things that aren't actually slowing down development on the technical side. They are very quick inserts once completed, and while it looks like a mess, this page is 99% done! 

It's one step closer to a live update on the website!

We're working next on finishing the cat profile build, the customize functions (scene building, outfit building), and the daily item garnering mechanic!

Thank you everyone!

To Summarize: We shared new Fauna, icons, backdrop work-in-progresses, the final cat creator UI, the cat profile UI, and a look at our completed breeding functionality. 

What to expect next month: Further asset renderings, outfit/scene building design, further functionality previews of what we are working on next. 

[redheadspark]

hi ! idk if you’re still doing requests/or do requests at all, but I saw one you did for joe quinn and I was just wondering if you could write something along the lines of joe doing all the press for stranger things and he hasn’t seen the reader in like months and they both just miss each other like crazy ? 🥺

A/N: This is very cute and I quite love a romantic ask! I shall do my best for you :)

I Found You

Summary: It's one thing to watch him on the screen and in interviews, but it's another to hold him in your arms.

Warnings: Just some cute fluffiness :)

"It's gonna be awhile until we can be together again, so listen to this song when you miss me, okay? We'll be together again, I promise,"

Joe told you that months ago when he was going to be leaving for a press tour with Stranger Things, giving you one of his loving stares as you two were snuggled together in bed, the night before he would leave. Of course you knew he was going to be MIA most of the day, going from one interview to the next along with photoshoots and press junkets. The mass amount of attention he was getting from Stranger Things was making him beyond busy and beyond popular in the public eye. He was ready for it since this was not his first acting job. But his previous work has never been this intense and this massive, then again this was Stranger Things. So when his press tour schedule came, making him be away more merely 3 months, his face was crestfallen when he was looking at it with you in bed.

Georgia, wrap me up in all you

I want you in my arms

Oh let me, hold ya

I'll never let you go again like I did

When I used to say-

You were saddened yourself, but you never showed it. Joe deserved to get all the love and attention he was getting from being on a famous Netflix show, and you knew that came to sacrifices and time away from you and his family and friends. But he was more concerned with you, you two were very attached and private in your lives together. However, sitting down and talking to him about it, you knew he had to go since it was part of his job and he wouldn't be gone forever.

"Call me when it's stressful," You made him promise the morning he was leaving, "Or when you're overwhelmed. I don't mind hearing you rant to me about anything and everything, Joe. It's gonna be okay, and we'll be back together before you know it,"

"I would never fall in love again until I found her,"

I said, "I would never fall unless its you I'd fall into,"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you.

Those 3 months that he was away seemed like forever. The apartment seemed quieter without his laugh being heard from your talks or his deep voice against your ear when you two would hug. His own aura that was warm and inviting seemed to be lost or slipped away, maybe making your home feel a bit bland without him there. You still went to work and hung out with friends to get by on the rougher nights, but it wasn't the same. And it wasn't that you were a dependable girlfriend and only relied on Joe to get by.

You just missed him.

Watching his panels and interviews he was on gave you some sense of relief. It was nice to see that he was enjoying himself in his space, laughing with the interviewers and chuckling with his co-stars with the random games and antics. You grinned from seeing that smile on the screen, to see how his brown eyes shined in the camera lights and the curls in his hair that were trying to be tamed. Perhaps seeing him and hearing his voice on the TV screen or on the phone was a bit better. Not all the way, but a bit better.

You two would text, Joe made sure to text you every night before you would fall asleep. He tried his best to make sure he would send you a loving message everyday, and his phone call were just as meaningful. You two would chat on the pone every other day, mostly when he had spare time or was done for the day with anything that was on his schedule. Joe telling you how it was going and which interviews were good and which were terrible. You lit up every time he would call you, just hearing his voice made your entire day beyond wonderful and worthwhile. Even when the phone calls were short, or when Joe had to vent and let out all that harboring him on that day, you savored every phone call. And at the end of each one before you both hung up, Joe would tell you every time.

"I'm gonna play our song so I won't be missin' you as much. I love you,"

Georgia, pull me in

I asked to love her once again

You fell, I caught you

I'll never let you go again like I did

Oh I used to say,

It was't your idea, not at first really. Your best girlfriend was coaxing you to come out to a met and greet. According to you, you were under state assumption it was for a local Comic Con that was in town for the weekend, the less known celebrities were going to be there along with more of the Indie flicks and hot selling books. You decided to go, you had nothing else going on that weekend and it was better than wallowing in the house. Joe was extra busy that week was not able to chat with you on the phone, which made your heart ache for him a bit. But you already waited this long, and perhaps a week or two more should not be unbearable.

You were walking along the hallways, seeing booth after booth with merchandise and artwork for sale. It's only been an hour into the time you were there, your friend typing away on her phone and then giving you a look.

"So, wanna hit that panel in a few minutes and then we can get some lunch?" She asked in a raised eyebrow. You nodded, seeing her give you a soft shove on her shoulder with yours, "I know you miss him. But who knows, he could be coming back anytime soon,"

"I know," You hummed in a reply, "God, I sound pathetic in how much I miss him," Your friend chuckled, shaking her head.

"You don't," She answered, "You love him, and he loves you. "

You knew that for certain, and seeing his face as Eddie Munson on some of the merchandise everywhere you looked there seemed like a dull ache. You ever walked by a particular booth and saw some great drawings of him as his character, you grinned as you pointed with your finger.

"Never thought I would like him with long hair," You commented in a snort, finally cracking a small smile.

"I'll grow it out then for you,"

You froze, looking behind you within an instant since you knew voice far too well. But recently you've heard it on the screen or on your phone. Yet now, now it sounded real.

Joe, standing right in front of you and grinning from ear to ear.

Your body moved, gliding even, before you could stop yourself or make yourself slow down. But you were in his arms within seconds, almost knocking him over as he held you just as tight. Forgetting that you were in a public space and some people were staring and watching, only holding him close and breathing him. Everything felt real in his hold, the warmth of his skin, his clothes that were always soft to the touch, and his smile against your head as you two were hugging each other tightly. Time slowed down, maybe it was at a standstill in your mind. But you didn't care, not with Joe there.

"Come with me, come on," Joe said against your head, you feeling him tug you along and your body going with him, He tucked his arm around you and your head was ducked into his neck, feeling him guide you both out of the main room you were in. You clung on for dear life, not wishing to let him go as you finally found secluded space. The noise died down, it was even darkened a bit.

"I wanted to get us out of there....hey," Joe cooed against your head since you were still ducking your head and feeling some tears coming out. He rubbed your shoulders and your back, sensing that you were a bit emotional, "It's okay! Please don't cry, alright? I wanted to surprise you and meet you here!"

"I know I just..." You sniffled, getting your hands up to push your tears away, "I missed you so goddamn much,"

Joe moved to cradled your face and make up look up at him. His eyes were shining down at you, the distinct curls that you loved and craved were on top of his head, and the small look of stubble coming in along his cheeks and jawline were enough to know that he was there.

3 months felt like 3 years in your mind.

"I missed you too, more than anything I missed you," he replied softly, searching your eyes with his own with adoration there. You grinned as he kept talking, "This past week was hell since I was wishing I could be home with you. But hey, we're going to go away for awhile. Just us,"

"Really?" You asked, Joe grinning from hearing the hope in your voice and seeing it in your eyes.

"Absolutely. I don't wanna be away from you for that long ever again, not for some time, okay? Let's go on a holiday, just the two of us,"

You melted in his arms as you two kissed in the dark corridor, no one else to see. His hardships were your own, and maybe these last 3 months away from one another was some kind of trial run of what was to come. But it wasn't going to be too bad, not when you knew Joe was willing to hold onto you just as hard as you were going to hold onto him.

"I would never fall in love again until I found her,"

I said, "I would never fall unless its you I'd fall into,"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you.

The End.

[foggymud]

Hii hello welcome to bake theory

Todays theory is wtf another quintet of legends

So we have the planets here or stars or what ever the hell that enbody there own thing, science nature chaos/strenght and culture

We already have blue with xylitol whos the nova of being nerdy and we know there will be more so thats not the theory thats just facts.

NOW FOR THE 5TH LEGENDARY

Yeah....its them

BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING. while its true the Last few legendary cookies dont have a group per say like sugar swan and abyss BUT WERE GOING TO SPACE AND OTHER PLANETS I THINK IT MAKES SENSE CROB WANTS TO DO WHAT CRK IS GOING TO DO WITH THERE SECOND SET OF ANCIENTS AND THE BLACK HOLE IS....SENTIENT OR ATLEAST SOMEWHAT LIVING I MEAN IT BLINKS IN THE SUGAR ODEZZY TRAILER AND IT ALSO DARTS AROUND I THINK. Also this might be me streching a bit but the way it just pones from behind the planet on the loading screen feals like somthing youd do with a character isnted of just a threat

Anyways im tierd and if anything this drained my energy

Edit and update

So from a post that @quibbs126 [sorry for the tag its just so that ppl can just click and see ur blog] made were i just lerned that the black hole is becoming a living creature or resembling somthing like that

[wannaseewhatshangin]

Hmmmm

Do you think you can do anything with like a Dally x reader with

“Why do you think I’d ever like her?? I have taste, man”

Cuz the whole gang is like “dally you seem to hate literally everyone except her (and Johnny BAHAHAH)”

And it’s just lots of shipping from the gang and dally realizing like “ohhh shit I do like her”

DOES THAT MAKE SENSE 😭😭

OMG OF COURSE I LOVE THIS!!

Taste <3

Two bit walks up to Dallas with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “What the hell are you doin man?” Dallas questioned the boy. “Nothin just thinking of the fact that you like y/n.” Dallas looked at him and almost laughed. “Why do you think I’d ever like her?? I have taste, man.” Two bit frowned at him. “She’s a really sweet girl and I think anybody would be lucky enough to even get to look at her once.” Dallas looked up at him. “Well if you think that way why don’t you go date her!” He said harshly to the dirty blonde kid, his New York accent coming through strongly. That’s when you walked in, looking ever so beautiful with a bright smile that would sweep anyone off their feet. “Hey boys! What’s up?” Everyone looked up from what they were doing and smiled at you, greeting you as you walked in. Sodapop hugged you, greeting you very kindly. He has always had a big heart. Since you were kids it only seemed to grow bigger. Dallas felt a pain in his chest.- No. he was only imagining it. It was in his head. You hugged everyone and you walked to Dallas and smiled. “Hey Dally, what’s up?” He felt his chest tighten as he takes notice at how you hugged everyone but him. He wish he never acted like he hated hugs..especially your hugs. You gave the best hugs. And he declined every single one of them. Keeping up a front that he wish he never started. “Good.” You walked to the couches smiling, sitting next to Ponyboy. “Hey pone, what you up to?” He looked at you with his grey green eyes. “Nothin’ just reading this book I got.” You smiled at him. Dallas loved your smile- what? No he didn’t that’s crazy talk. He say next to you. “Hey doll, how have you been?” He always called you doll. The gang started their “ooo’s” and Dally looked at them. “Cut it out, man.” Johnny was mumbling about how much Dallas liked you. “What did you say to me you little shit?” Johnny shook his head and said “nothin’.” You got up and walked to the door. “I’m gonna sit out on the porch for a second.” Everyone said “okay” and you walked out. Everyone immediately started jumping on Dallas goin on about him liking you. “What are you guys talkin’ about, man?” “You like her!” Soda pop said loudly. “What?! Nah, man. I don’t like her.” Steve gave him the ‘really bitch’ look to him and said “Dally you seem to hate everybody BUT her” and everyone laughed. ‘Oh shit. I do like her…maybe I love her’ Dallas thought this and groaned. “Ughh maybe I do so what?” Everyone screamed and was like “YES! We got him to admit it!” And running around the house. Little did he know you heard the whole thing from outside. And you walked in and sat right next to him, a lot a little close. And gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. Leaving him flustered and staring off into space.

[kentos-filmcamera]

now playing... CANDY

a ella le gusta vacilar, todos los weekenes' irse a janguear

ella es loquita pero dulce como candy

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x afab!reader 

summary: when your boyfriend gets too hot and bothered at the club !

wc: 1.2k 

cw: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI), small letters just for the intro, aged up/18+ characters, college AU but that's just for context, established relationship, semi-public sex, implied sub!okkotsu, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, PERREO WOOHOO, light latinx culture symbolism, latinx coded reader + friends, yuuta is a horny lil mf who gets turned on by nothing rip, fingering, riding (reverse cowgirl included), mostly-clothed sex, food trading (just a lollipop), implied unprotected sex. 

inspired by: candy by plan b & CANDY - Remix by ROSALÍA ft. Chencho Corlerone

A/N: LE GUSTA LO KINKY NASTY AUNQUE SEA FANCY SE PONE CRANKY SI LO HAGO ROMANTIC lol a fucking classic, yet another reggeaton song fic but this time jjk 0 got me in SHAMBLES im sorry kenken baby but you’ve gotta share sometimes fanks to my loyal beta @erenllegayseva n my darling love @cherrykamado who hopped on this madness when i reached out <33 los reales ANYWAY bone apple teeth ;P

“Aw c’mon, baby, lighten up. It’s going to be fun!” 

Okkotsu now remembered your voice very clearly in the queue to enter the club, dressed up in a mini skirt and a skimpy top, clinging onto him to avert the eyes of hungry people trying to see what’s under those tight pieces of clothing. He found it so endearing still, even after more than a few months of dating, you stuck yourself to him as if he was the prize; so proud to have him as your boyfriend, the one and only. 

The memory struck him like lightning, you were applying some lip gloss under the grim lights the lampposts grazed upon the poor innocent souls waiting for the turn in for a rather packed space condecorated with sticky flooring, impressive UV paintings on the walls, overpriced alcohol and bodies rubbing themselves against each other. Though the lighting was sketchy, you shone brighter than the sun in his eyes, and your lip gloss sparkled enough to blind anyone who turned in your direction. 

Wait, Overpriced alcohol. Yes, that, cheap alcohol at that pre-game and the CBD pen he carried on that tiny shoulder purse were the reason he overlooked your comment at the queue. That seemingly innocent comment now made him wonder if this was you and your friends’ definition of fun. 

Your plush ass bouncing against his crotch to the beat of the music. 

It was fun; he found himself enjoying the apparently traditional way of dirty dancing amongst his girlfriend’s culture. You definitely thought it was fun, a dazed smile swirling at your lips despite the cherry candy lollipop stick stuck between them. Yuuta was even taught to grind back against you, his hands placed on your hips, slender fingers delving into the clothed skin. 

“Go, white boy, go!” He had heard too many times to count with his own two hands, your friends dissipating his insecurities just as they coursed through his mind. 

He had seen your perreo abilities before. Fun was one way to describe it. Except for the fact he was becoming intoxicated with your movements. 

Cómo se siente - Remix was a particularly romantic song for those who had someone to mingle themselves with— of course, it was about sex, but the beat was lighthearted comparing to other hits that went through the night— and for once in a while you turned around to sing to your boyfriend, who looked down at you as your hand grazed his neck, toying with the hem of the long sleeve navy shirt. Yuuta was the one to initiate the kiss, giving straight away his intentions, if the growing boner in his pants wasn’t enough. 

“Need ya’, I need you now” He slurred, more drunk on the fresh memory of your hips moving side to side than the substances he had taken. Your hips hit every single beat to perfection, ass jiggling along with the action made his mouth water in a way not even the Cuba libre couldn’t down. 

Though you gave it, Okkotsu barely waited for your approval to swoop your wrist and drag you to the long hall of bathrooms, catching his lips in yours before the door was even closed, stumbling onto the tiny room. 

“Please, please” He groaned, his hands ravaging your body under and over the clothes, sloppy open-mouthed kissing filling every inch of the length of your neck. Your perfume was only clouding his senses even further, the familiar scent now seemed to have foreign effects on his body. 

“W-what has gotten into you?” You breathed out in a chuckle between moans, one of your perfectly styled brows quirking up. Though you played dumb over the growing wet patch dampening your panties, a bit fascinated with the way you were both on the same wavelength more times that you could count. 

“Your dancing is so incredible, '' Okkotsu looked up at you, those entrancing eyes softening into those similar of a puppy, pupils noticeably dilated. He watched with a pout as a mischievous smile rose upon your lips slowly, in a way the Cheshire Cat would envy. 

“I want you, please, I’ll be quick” Yuuta kept on whining, pulling your panties aside when you gave a frenetic nod of approval. 

His breath hitched when he noticed you were near aroused as he was, rough-skinned fingers rubbing circles on that swollen nub soon had you mewling, knees weakening when he pumped his fingers in and out of your heat. His moans matched yours though he wasn’t even being touched in any shape or form. Your pleasure was his. 

“C’mon baby, weren’t you desperate?” You taunted him with a coo. The music was loud enough to cover any sounds, including yours, inside the divided bathroom. Still, your voice bounced around the tiled walls, droopy eyes looking back up at his hungry ones. 

“Uhu! S-sorry” He whimpered, allowing you to push him to sit at the closed toilet seat, rushedly pulling down his light wash jeans and underwear, his achingly hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen. 

The stuffy secretive stall, the beat thumping over your moans, the steps outside, drunk girls chattering and the new lollipop swirling at your lips mindlessly as you pushed your limits to ride his cock had Okkotsu even more dazed and confused than he was before. His moans were sweet like the cherry candy you hid inside the material of your blouse, between your tits. 

“Open” You ordered, and he familiarly stuck his tongue out for you “Hold this for me, mkay cupcake?” You hummed, sitting completely on his cock before placing the lollipop on his tongue after giving it a few licks yourself. 

Without another word utter, you turned to give your back to him, his fingers not shying away from the curve of your ass, mouth watering around the hard candy. You sat there for a mere second before you recognized the song, his dark blue eyes widening as you rode his cock and bounced your ass to the beat of the song. 

“Fuuuuuck, honey” Yuuta moaned, watching you put on a show for him. Not being able to contain his urges any further, a yelp left your mouth when he used the seemingly invisible strength to pull back up into your feet, back inevitably arching. You could feel his ragged breath and the lollipop stick grazing your neck, keen hands groping your tits until they were freed from the constraints of the skimpy blouse that bunched up mid-torso. 

“Kiss me” You demanded. Yuuta pulled the sugared treat out of his mouth before pulling back by your neck and into a sloppy, wet kiss. Satisfying your wishes, his hips begun to create a new pace, one that let him appreciate well enough the way your ass jiggled with each thrust. 

Yuuta’s hips rutted into you, in a similar manner to what they did earlier. The way he was thrusting into you seemed as though he wanted to fuck you into and through the cold wall, cheek pressed against it. 

For the rest of the night, Okkotsu didn’t shy away to grind into you with force as he bent you down, feeling himself in the same way you and your group did. He did become worthy of earning impressed looks and teasing from your friends who saw him as the shy type earlier on. In response, he just shrugged, winked and smiled. A lollipop stick dangling from between his lips tugged into a smirk. Yes, dancing with you was fun. 

[lunajack-mania]

So when you first look at Lunajack it seems a lil random right. but there’s so much more to it than that. You have Princess Luna, the redeemed alicorn Princess who spent 2000 years on the moon yelling at people one Twitter, and AJ, hauling ass all day everyday who portrays one of my favorite kinds of awkwardness (Zuko from ATLA had it too): the awkwardness of someone who’s never been in a NORMAL social situation and is so so scared of messing it up. And everyone can tell that she’s different- just by looking at her, obviously, but also like- the overly-courteous, bellowing royal energy is the only one she exudes. But she’s trying! She’s trying so hard to be a normal nice pone! But as it turns out, being incredibly lonely and cast in the shadow of your older sibling with you already being kind of weird towards your guest staff for so long until your evil tendencies reach maximum and you get a free* moon vacation does not lead to the most well-adjusted pone. Enter: Applejack.

Applejack has this kind of friendliness and hospitality that’s kind of hard to describe imo. It’s kind of casual in the sense that Apple hospitality applies to just about anypony, but it also has a lot of genuineness and integrity that makes it more than polite, because it’s so from-the-heart, along with the fact that Apples kinda have their own set of rules and that Apples simultaneously don’t really pay mind to what’s “improper”. And of course, AJ isn’t immune to finding people weird, so it’s not like she doesn’t have a couple reservations about Princess Luna. But, regardless, her overall kindness shines through. And she generally treats Princess Luna like any other pony, which is actually what kinda makes her stand out. I mean, That’s a major faux pas to most ponies. But that’s exactly what Luna needs- she doesn’t need someone else to treat her like an intimidating, royal princess, she needs a friend. So AJ and Twilight (who treats her similarly) kinda become this safe space for her I think. AndwithAJmaybeeventuallymore.

But, I dunno. Am I completely cringefail? Well yes, but am I bad enough at being cringefail that my characters are all off? Am I wrong? Did I mix up MLP and Sonic the Hedgehog? Find out on the next episode of Dragonball Z.

*may or may not require you to repent for thousands of years

uhm… btw…. Do you accept named anons? I may or may not come back for more….

I have no words aside from thank you for this, you absolutely amazing person.

And yes i accept named anons.