#there’s not a drop of melanin in his skin

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Leona as soon as he wakes up from Malleus’s spell:

[todayisafridaynight]

seeing info only about the kiryu and majima statuettes but absolute radio silence on the ichi one is utterly sending me. Theyre hiding the fact theyre gonna make ichi pale as a cracker again

[rjunswrld]

he won’t fight me tho.

jaemin x thick POC! reader

cheating implied, unprotected sex, mentions of edging, possessive jaemin, nipple play, pet names involved, overstimulation, choking, non idol au, car sex, a tiny mention of rough sex, smut, bimbo reader implied, fuckboy jaemin (as always, sigh)

"maybe I like the way you lie to your boy." jaemin smirked as he motioned his fingers around your engorged clit refusing to touch you where you needed with his cock gliding in and out of you at a slow and teasing pace making you whine and whimper for him to fuck you how you like. the sound of your arousal squelching as he thrusts into you filled your ears-it was no surprise how wet he makes you, but of course, it was a bit embarrassing that he could make you leak intensely. that's how strong his power is over you. "n-na..please, more.." you sobbed as he kissed your neck so softly with a smirk arising he couldn't help but chuckle against your skin, letting his free hand slowly travel up your stomach to grab ahold of your boob giving it a light squeeze before shaking it softly in his hand.

"what are you gonna tell your himbo boyfriend when you get home late hmm?”

“studying at karina's again? movie night with yuna?" he teased hearing those lame excuses plenty of times before..

thrusting harshly and deeply into you making you cry out at the feeling that left goosebumps to cascade onto your melanin skin that shimmered with sweat. "nana!" you gasped out with your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he tugged on your nipple leaving one last kiss on your neck, kissing over the various marks he carelessly made, leading up to your cheek that was flushed a crimson red, "fuck you feel so good.." he groaned as he began fucking into you watching how your breast moved in the same motion- so mesmerizing, his car left rocking back and forth in the darkest ally the two of you desperately found. "you were made for me.." he grunted into your ear making sure you heard every word he spoke, every breath he took, every noise he made.

he wanted you to hear how good you made him feel, living up to your "good girl" title that only he gets to call you he made it very clear how well you please him. his hand moving from your boob instantly dropped down to reach for your clit, engorged and ready to play with he smiled as you squeaked at the small tap from his middle finger to your clit, never stopping the movements of his hips with his cock buried inside of you filling you so well you felt delirious as your body went limp against his seats.

he chuckled at the sight of you, blabbering and drooling with your big watery eyes starred into his with such desperation and longing he couldn't help but caress your cheeks, brushing your loose curls out of your face in awe and amusement. "my dumb baby, so gone off my cock.." he smirked down at you as he tapped your cheeks before smushing them together with his large hand, "such a slut, wants to be fucked all the time huh?" slipping his index and middle finger into your whimpering mouth your mouth instantly latched around them making him hum in satisfaction. "so good to nana.." he moaned out feeling your hole contract around him with such need.

slowly moving his fingers out of your mouth he placed his saliva-coated fingers against your clit and began rubbing you in a circular motion that instantly made your back arch with your body slightly twitching at the stimulation of his cock teasingly abusing your g spot and his fingers pleasuring your clit so deliciously you felt as if you could pass out over the intense and ongoing teasing he kept pushing upon your vulnerable body, praying he wouldn't drop you off like this. "please, i-i can't! nana!" you choked out as your plea fell upon deaf ears to him, attaching his lips to your harden nipple he swirled his tongue around it pleasuring two of your erogenous areas you felt like you lost all control and sanity in the hands of jaemin.

"come on and take it like the good girl you are." he panted out against your skin as you felt your stomach churn at the tip of his cock kissing your cervix at every move he made in you. "so good for nana right baby?" he snickered feeling your legs tremble around his waist as he looked up at the sight of your scrunched face moaning out so shamelessly he couldn't think of a prettier sight. "s-so good for nana!" you moaned out feeling your orgasm build up for what felt like the nth time tonight.

toes curling and the shortness of breath taking over, his fingers and thrusting never halting you assumed this time was it, this time he'd let you cum. you felt your body arching into his touch as you clenched onto him automatically- he knew you were close, he knew you all too well- so predictable he could read you like a book. "c-cum!" you squeaked out as he motioned his fingers over your cunt quicker as the knot in your stomach unraveled losing your mind over the delicious feeling he had given you, your hole convulsing around him as he moaned out your name in a husky yet strained voice. your body felt like you were on cloud9 as he proceeded to assist your high fully, to enjoy and milk your orgasm for all its worth.

the thrusting of his hips never stopping as he lifted himself from you to look down upon you with the streetlight from a distance giving him enough light to see your pretty little fucked out face that seemed to shine like gold; in his mind, he had made himself believe he was the only one who truly gets to see you like this, that you are undeniably his and only his. "fuck I just want to make you cum over and over again.." he said in a whisper as your glossy eyes looked deep into his, so innocently he wanted to fuck you into oblivion like his life depended on it. "if only you were mine." he grumbled not sure if he spoke his thoughts out loud, or just in his mind he proceeded to fuck you to reach his own high this time.

your mind foggy and body limp from the ongoing pleasure you didn't want this feeling to end, knowing he's the only one to make you feel this fucking good you didn't want to give it up just yet, not now at least. "please nana, more p-please don't stop.." you groaned as his cock hit the deepest parts of you making you tremble in sensitivity. "fuck, wanna f-fuck my kids into you, fill you up have you leaking.." he grunted out feeling so good inside of you he was pulled away from any possible thought he had only to be sucked out by you as always. "please wan' it nana!" your moans filling his ears giving him enough energy to forget about reality, fucking into you faster and harder with his car squeaking from the outside and fogged up windows covering up the sight of the two of you from anyone passing by outside.

"fuck baby, so fucking good.." he weakly admitted as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him quickly, he wouldn't think of stopping now and forbidding you of his cum he promised to give you. "fuck baby'm gonna cum.." he rasped out making your ears perk in the slightest, aching to feel him erupt inside of you, you stuck your tongue out to graze over his sensitive nipple. the sensation caused him to tremble with a hiss escaping him, sucking into him softly before swirling around his nipple he felt himself reaching his high faster than he ever has.

"fuck____!" he gasped out, feeling his cum spurt into you feeling that familiar warmth shooting inside of you as you moaned at the long-awaited feeling. his cock still pounding into you as if he didn't just cum, he place his hand over your throat letting your head fall back on the cushion seat below you, his hand closing in on your airway as he moved in an animalistic pace you choked on your moans and pathetic sobs at how rough he was handling you. but then again, this is na jaemin we're talking about. "i'm not fucking stopping til'm fully satisfied."

⭐︎

[wiinterz]

bed warmer | gojo

pairing: satoru x black plus size gn!reader

genre: established relationship, drabble

warnings: fluff

word count: 397

summary: satoru needs someone to keep him warm, luckily you can do that

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old drabble!

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SHOOING YOUR BOYFRIEND AWAY, his lips curve into a tiny smile once he recognizes how indulged you are in the show. His hair was wrapped up in a man bun, with strands of hair laying on his pale skin. The bun you did an hour before showering.

Late-night Saturday, your body was pretty tired from working with students. Though you did respect their strengths and weaknesses, being a teacher had its cons in some aspects.

Your right hand was cuffed around the grey blanket that covered your body. As your left finger picked up nachos and cheese dip from the plate Gojo made for you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tosses his pants to the floor not really caring to keep pajamas on. Left only in a white t-shirt and boxers, Gojo pulls the covers up from the bed, fixing his pillows to get comfy.

You glance at him, still too interested in the show that was happening in front of you. You've been waiting all day and yesterday for the new episode to drop. Finally having you time, you knew you wouldn't take your eyes off the tv screen until the episode was fully finished. Even to the credits.

Gojo knew how much you loved the show, that's why most times when he caught you watching it he didn't persistently bother you. Sometimes if you were at work and he was out and about in the streets of Tokyo he would tease you about how your favorite show is going on right now and you're missing it. Normally you would roll your eyes and scoff and tell him it were re-runs of episodes you've already seen twenty million times before.

Resting his head on the headboard, he picks up a water bottle to drink it. Still feeling unsatisfied, he glances at you. Beauteous and nearly half asleep, his eyes flicker down to the large space in the bed.

Yet so close from him, the lack of touching was still noticeable. Placing the water down, Gojo scoots over slowly, pulling the duvets up each time. Still having a far space, he lays his head on your thighs, feeling slightly better.

Pressing soft kisses against your warm melanin skin, you continue to watch the show unbothered and pleased even more. Face heating up from his caresses, Gojo could proudly say the bed wasn't cold anymore.

[myunghology]

so. SLAMS HAND ON TABLE. read this for summary. i KNOW it's a little late but hey at least i did it thanks to @alizaneth for this idea!! mostly crack, im sorry (no im not) TW // i mentioned kinks and mommy issues once

CYNO

- first time you did it, bro tried waking you up. OBVIOUSLY it failed

- when it failed, he just left you there. i mean.. you weren't dead right. right? RIGHT?

- ngl he would probably make a joke out of your body not knowing that ur just sleeping. let's be real

- but let's be fr and serious

- carried you home bridal style once he sees you sleeping somewhere unthinkable. he may be small but holy SHIT is he strong? YES

- plants a sweet kiss on your forehead and leaves

- people have called him multiple times because of you.. so him carrying you is now a daily thing.

- but he doesn't know that you're faking it sometimes LMAO a little smile could be seen on your face when he's carrying you

- you pulled on his arm once when he carried you to bed because it was already late, begging him to stay with our words because babe that's embarrassing! we here do not beg! people with degrading kinks rn 💀

- even though he had so much work to do, he stayed for you

- ugh im so single i can't

- you manage to bribe him because yk he probably isn't getting enough sleep because he's a general. much needed thank you [name]

- he's worried about how pale you are

- guys it's genshin of course there's no melanin

- IM SORRY IF UR POC WHAT I MEANT BY THAT WAS you always look like your frozen.. yk like you can already see your veins through your skin

- encourages you to eat more if you have a problem with that, if that's the cause of you being so pale.

- doesn't look like it but he DOESN'T eat if you don't. you always have to be with him when you eat, if he's not there then it's either him, tighnari, or collei. someone has to keep you company.

- that's all

- btw hey cymps do you not get bothered by his carpet clutchers

AL HAITHAM

- he knows.

- bro stares at you lovingly. he thinks your very pretty when your quiet, he always thinks you're pretty don't get me wrong, but he thinks you're prettier when you shut the fuck up

- sorry that was uncalled for

- police we got another one who carries you when you sleep somewhere unthinkable. but it's in the most stupidest ways possible

- it's either a piggy back ride, or a potato sack carry .. bros feelin a lil goofy. one time you woke up when he was potato sack carrying you and you accidentally kicked him in the face because you didn't realize it was him

- you had to take care of him

- but guess what

- YOU FELL ASLEEP LMFAOAOOA

- Ok sorry.

- now he has to take care of you

- found you sleeping in a cabinet once and never questioned anything you do after that

- his response to "we saw [name] sleeping at [random location]" this fucker responds with "it is what it is" or a "shit happens"

- OKAY let's get serious my bad

- he was actually pretty worried of how pale you were, he didn't know if it was natural or if it was because of your health, and let's say you didn't know either

- he's a lil bit over protective but you know he means well

- once he hears your name in a random conversation, he starts ears dropping, if they're talking shit about you, he pulls them aside to give them a "friendly proper talk" yeah okay whatever makes you sleep at night

- you always look like your about to faint that's probably why he's so overprotective

- yes, you naturally look like that but who knows? he's just worried let him slide

KAVEH

- bro was flabbergasted. he tried waking you up but obviously no avail

- tried calling the hospital. guess what it was closed

- shakes you violently

- I CAN'T REALLY WRITE MUCH SINCE IDK HIS PERSONALITY THAT WELL I'M SORRY KAVEH FANS

- but lemme tell you this he isn't getting used to it

- but when someone tells him they found you somewhere he's so calm somehow? bro sighs but he's sweat dropping irl, comes to pick you up, he doesn't bother waking you up because he already knows the result . . .

- bridal carries you because he's nice, unlike SOMEONE here. you know who you are bro

- “at least im not a free loader”

- al haitham bro stop that

- gags whenever he sees you two arriving, you know what you are, al haitham.

- gets you all cozy like the caring boyfriend he is

- but sometimes he forces you to come with him, best if you don't because al haitham's there too and you probably don't want them disturbing ur sleep since you know how they are!! (i actually just don't wanna explain)

- if you sleep walk then jesus

- JESUS TAKE THE WHEEEELLLL!!!!!

- you may or may not have scared the bejeebers outa him more than once

- sorry his words not mine (it's actually my words) (not false information it's all true)

TIGHNARI

- HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS

- even if it's the first time he's the type of person to know everything about that person when he's trying to approach them

- he's an observant man what can i say. he just leaves you be unless it's important

- has considered throwing you into a pond when you're still sleeping and it's something important

- bro face palms when he sees you sleeping at random places, he has to carry you on his back now, or.. if IFFFF he's feelin a lil giddy then bridal style

- collei tries to help LOL she's so cute, she's carrying all of his stuff while he's carrying you, best student for real

- bribes you into tutoring her when he's busy smh #FREE[NAME]!

- passive aggressive but caring bf .. i want him

- but you obv fall asleep, but you still have notes so she can just snatch them and study it's a win win am i right. no? okay why should i gaf about your opinion radish lookin head ass

- (no im not bullying tighnari im not a bad influence)

- but duh, he's worried because you ARE really pale, asks to examine you with permission because we ask for consent here!! if you don't stop reading and block me and dni

- asks if it's really normal, im leaving ur answer up to you because you know!!!! oh you don't? neither do i

- when you're sick this mf can't tell, because obviously.. headbutts you to see if you're sick, it's a punishment for not telling him

- cups your face and it's so adorable i can't right now i wanna kms

- sorry

- he's just being a little bitch but he really cares about you. source? im a writer and i write x readers of course i know

NILOU

- SWEETEST PERSON HERE unlike some people *looks up*

- always tells you to be careful whenever you randomly go off somewhere because she knows your antics. probably more than you know

- guys sorry we're actually married my bad

- whenever she dances you try so hard to stay awake when ur extra sleepy

- because.. her dances are short and you can stay awake for that long. I think. Unless ur really tired

- but she always let's you slide she understands don't worry

- always places a palm on your forehead whenever you sleep and she's sitting beside you just incase

- she got your back fr, she always covers for you, unless it's really important then she'll lightly scold you for it.. but she's very cute your only focusing on her face let's be fr

- takes naps with you sometimes, when she's supppppper tired after practicing a new dance. obviously you have to help her, so you both are very tired so in conclusion, why not a nap

- flicks your forehead when you fall asleep while doing something important LMAO

- do i have favorites

- always checks up on you, hugs you so fast after a bad day and it's so cute istg

- she's pouting don't talk to me

- also vv worried because you're vv pale! she lays her head on your shoulder while your hand is intertwined with hers because she's looking at the veins that you can literally see right through your skin

- offers to see a professional healer but you deny saying it's natural

- she frowns slightly but wouldn't do anything you don't want to do

DEHYA

- SHE'S SO OVERPROTECTIVE I CAN'T

- you have to be at least 2 ft within her presence. her words not mine but im actually serious

- she will not hesitate to punch someone if they're bothering you when you're sleeping!

- she's almost always there when you take a nap so you feel safe, but when she's not she's probably busy, she knows you won't be going anywhere once you wake up though

- only wakes you up if needed

- she thinks ur a lil lazy so she forces you to take walks with her around the desert because you know staying inside for that long isn't good for you

- but if you're seriously really tired then she won't force you

- carries you around if you're with her and you fell asleep somewhere, she doesn't mind + she's really strong and it's like a workout for her

- at this point you aren't sure if she's your mother or your girlfriend because she's always taking care of you

- people with mommy issues rn💀

- you feel bad so you try to talk to her that you can take care of yourself

- she isn't listening

- you're her number 1 priority

- (real)

©miihai ; not proofread because it's 3:45 am

[multiplicationdivision]

Ben-Jamie-Jim

Instead of arguing over who would get to go with their best friend Danny over who would get his second ticket for his all-inclusive vacation, they were working smarter not harder. Jamie, Jim and Ben had taken a more strategic route. It just required a little procedure, some DNA and a bit of mind downloading. Everything that could be done in a at-home-kit these days, ordered for less than thirty dollars off of amazon. It was the latest craze, a way to introduce a new friend or partner to the group without having to vet them. They’d click because in a sense, they’d always been part of the group. Practically pre-programmed to enjoy each of the members, because all that affection was compounded.

They each dropped a little of their hair or spit (In Ben’s taste, that weirdo) and then it went to churning. Biomass expanding as all three pieces of DNA melded and were melded together based on the templates provided by the men in front of the creation tub.

A humanoid shape arose from it, sculpted carefully with traits they all recognized. Jim’s brown eyes being diluted in melanin as Ben and Jamie’s collective blue eyes mixed with their color, granting a pair of soft green irises. Their complexions briefly battling their way across the clay-like proto-skin, before they themselves mixed like paint across its surface. Marks and scars traced across it all. Jim’s little birthmark on his stomach. The thin white line across Ben’s arm from a motorcycling accident. Jamie’s entire sleeve of tattoos covering this man’s arm. Each of the red hickies Danny had placed on each of them last night.

The man’s hair was a shock of theirs, brown and black merging into a rich dark brown. Curly hair becoming a just a little closer to wavy, shiny and healthy from Jim’s complicated routine. Having all the muscle of the three together, their separate sports leaving this avatar of them as impossibly well rounded. He’d be able to keep up with each of them, including lazy Jim and his video game-built muscle memory.

They watched the form solidify and become stable and the memories bring life to the handsome mug. Eyes set into the confident twists that Ben wore, beset with the cocky smirk of Jamie. Intelligence filling that brain of his, likely mostly from Jim, eyes already gleaming with understanding. He was a perfect combination of the three of them, with all their memories and personalities blended together. They’d been nervous at first with the this new piece of their complicated equation, but he clicked immediately. How couldn’t he, already filled with all the knowledge on what they all wanted. Ben who wanted player two who actually enjoyed video games, Jim who wished the others could keep up with him on his runs, Jamie who wanted a partner with every one of his kinks.

Benjamin was happy to provide for the three, the night before they introduced him to Danny. It felt a little like cheating, but he was them. It was like advanced masturbation in a way, Benjamin enjoying the feeling of being able to enjoy each of his past selves with all the love of his components compounding.

It stopped feeling wrong when Danny met him and the man practically threw poor Benjamin on the floor then and there. The man immediately recognizing each of his partners in this new handsome man, treating the amalgamated man as if he was each of them. They’d all just smiled as they watched their weird little collective self-blush with three times the barely contained love as Danny practically devoured him.

Benjamin would go with Danny and be their proxies. Ben, Jamie and Jim would be confident the guy would be more than enough for Danny, with their amassed experience of making the man happy concentrated in his head. After, the man would maybe even chose to divide himself back into their own brains so they could remember it all. Or he’d chose to stay an individual and maybe that would be better.

Sure they wouldn’t get to experience paradise with Danny, but they’d always wanted a fifth.

[breezybangtanbebe]

Chocolate Wings: KNJ💋

A/N: a WP RKive lol

Tags: NamjoonxReader, AMBW, established relationship,oral (female receiving), teasing, edging😌✨

4.3k words

It was a Sunday afternoon.

There had been a break in the streak of crumby weather that plagued the city and the sun finally decided to grace the world with its presence. Everyone and their mother was out and about enjoying the sunshine and clear skies despite the low temperature.

Everyone including Namjoon.

Out with his boys, playing basketball or doing whatever it was that men did when they got together.

You didn't care.

All you cared about at that moment was the aching need you felt for your boyfriend deep down in lady land. He's already been super busy with work and you with school, both of your schedules never seeming to align. And the one day you both were free, he decided to take his happy ass outside to be with his friends.

The nerve of him. 

You were sitting on your shared bed, hair half wrapped in a scarf, pushed up on the top of your head in a curly poof that tickled your forehead and neck. You wore an over-sized sweatshirt that smelled of your boyfriend's scent, and extra-long tube socks that reached just above your knees.

You took extra time that morning buffing and exfoliating your skin, shaving everything that mattered and moisturizing completely in preparation for a day of cuddling and canoodling with your man.

But when you emerged from the steam-filled bathroom some hours ago, your heart sank at the sight of Namjoon shrugging on his olive green coat and bending down to lace up his Nikes.

This morning...

"Um....where are you going?" You poke out your bottom lip in a pout, your tone making Namjoon lift his head to look at you.

He was so fine and sometimes you just couldn't stand it. From his pale blonde hair against his caramel toned skin to the way his black long-sleeved Under-Armor stretched over his broad chest and shoulders. You just wanted to drop your towel and not even give him a chance to answer.

But youre distracted by the heat in his pretty brown eyes as they assessed your barely shielded nudity.  They widened as they scanned over your glowing melanin that glistened in the light of the sun beaming through the curtains.

The love and adoration he held for you filled his irises as they trailed up your legs, over the towel, over your cleavage and collarbones. Your wet hair dripping over your shoulders in loose ringlets has Namjoon's swooning, at least until he reaches your disappointed face.

He straightens up and steps forward cautiously.

"Im uh...meeting Jungkook and Yoongi at the gym......" He trails off at the sight of you, his hands closing into fists to resist the urge to touch you. But he knew if he did, there was no way he'd be leaving.

You wilt visibly at his answer.

"Are you foreal? Joon..I thought we were staying in today..." You pout even harder, instantly making Namjoon become riddled with guilt.

"I know baby, Im sorry..but I promised the guys a while ago that I would.."He begins, pointing towards his gym bag and you let an exaggerated sigh before he could continue.

Because you already knew about Namjoon's promise to be a fifth man in the next pick up game. Yoongi would never let him forget it.

"Fine....." you huff out childishly, folding your arms across your covered bossom and looking away.

Namjoon frowns at the obvious sadness in your body language and he glances towards the door with an uneasy expression.

"I mean...I could tell them another day..." he suggested and a part of you lit up at the idea. But your shoulders sag at the thought of him leaving his boys hanging for you. Again. With his work schedule, he barely had time to kick it with them. The two of you lived together.

He saw you every day.

So what was a few hours of guy time really going to hurt?

You shook your head.

"Just go.." you sigh and Namjoon quirks a brow.

"You dont want me to stay? Its not a big deal. I can.."he begins but you pad over the carpeted floors on bare feet to where he stood next to the bed.

"Nope. Go. Or else your friends will resent me for turning you into a flake.." you pout and Namjoon's lips break out into a dimpled grin that has you rolling your eyes. He tilts his head in attempt to catch your gaze.

"Sure you wont be mad?" he asks with softening eyes. You nod silently with a stiff shrug to portray to him that you werent really tripping over him having to leave, even though you were a tad salty.

Fortunately though, Namjoon knows you better than that.

He catches you by the wrist.

"Babe.." his tone drops and you glance at him breifly to nod again.

You dont catch his smirk or the twinkling mischief in his eye as you prepared to turn away to head back into the bathroom.

Before you knew it ,the hem of your towel is being tugged away and you gasp at Namjoon whirling you around and pinning you to the mattress. All of the air leaves your chest when you feel his weight on you, pinning your exposed body beneath him. Both of your hands were trapped above your head and Namjoons lips were already trailing down your throat.

You inhaled sharply as his tongue slid over your freshly scrubbed skin, smelling of peaches and vanilla bean body cream.

Your soft moans fill the room as Namjoon continued to taste your skin, his tongue now swiping over the peaks of your breasts. You struggled underneath him as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and you arched your back into him.

He knew that was one of your sweet spots.

"Joonie..." you sigh out as he moved on to your other nipple, trailing his tongue between your breasts sloppily.

"hmm?" he hummed with shaded eyes, flicking his tongue over the pert brown flesh lazily before smothering it with his lips.It takes you some time to figure exactly what you wanted to say but you eventually find your words when Namjoon switches nipples again.

"..If...youre not...gonna fuck me.....y..you better stop..." you stutter, your eyes rolling back when the rythm of his tongue begins sending tingles all over your naked skin. Namjoon chuckles deep in his throat at your warning and begins sucking at your nipple harder, letting go of one of your wrists so he could knead your other breast gently.

He doesnt stall his torture for what felt like forever, smirking at the sounds you made and the way your body shuddered and squirmed beneath him. And just when he knew you were nearing your brink, he releases your nipple.

Your chest caves as you release a shuddered breath and the mattress shifts around you as Namjoon pushed himself up to look at you.

He gains way too much satisfaction at the sight of you so flustered, your already full lips swollen from being sucked and bitten, your nipples hard and glistening with his saliva, your damp hair fanning out around your head and splaying over the sheets. The amount of melanin in your skin concealed your blush, but your skin was covered in goosebumps.

Your eyes flutter open to meet Namjoons, his brow lifting with amusement.

"I hate you alot..." you mumble.

Namjoon shakes his head as he leaned down to peck your pouted lips softly. You whine in protest but do little to resist him as he dips his tongue through your lips breifly before pulling away.

"I know....but when I get back I promise Im all yours though baby. Foreal foreal.." he tilts his head and his pretty brown eyes gleam with sincerity.

He was so fucking cute, it annoyed you. Despite the tiny puddle collecting between your legs.

"Yeah yeah..." you push at his chest as he clambered back to stand, leaving you naked and annoyed on the bed.

"I'll be back.." he winks at you before he turns away to walk out of the bedroom.

That was 4 hours ago.

Since Namjoon left, you tried your best to stay occupied.

You studied.

You cleaned.

You painted your toes.

You read.

But nothing could keep your mind off of Namjoon and his mouth. His lips and tongue were heavy and straining on your thoughts, keeping you from comprehending any of the words your eyes had been skimming over.

After reading the same sentence 5 times, you shut the book tossed it aside. Inspiration strikes and you lay back completely and lift your phone above you to snap a few pictures. You took an array of sexy selfies to send to your man, all showing off your best assets.

One of you lifting Namjoon's sweatshirt to expose your tummy and the bottoms of your heavy breasts, tiny peaks of your brown aerolas visible.

One of you laying back with the tips of your fingers playing under the elasticeof your panties.

One of you laying on your side to give him a nice view of your curves and ass sitting perfectly in your blue boy shorts. An evil laugh escapes your mouth once you were done, scrolling through the pictures quickly to find the best ones.

You smirked at how good you looked, pressing send with another snicker of accomplishment. You quickly typed out a message to go with the photos before tossing your phone aside on the bed.

Now you'd just have to wait.

Namjoon was the bee's knees as far as boyfriends go. But he was a fucking TEASE and he knew it. The nerve of him getting you warmed up and just leaving you like that. You hope your little photoshoot knocked him off his game. You hope he missed every shot because the image of your tits distracted him too much.

It would serve him right.

But you hated to admit how much your body missed him when he was gone. Sometimes you almost ached for him when you got like this. He had you feening for him like an addict and you were way too proud to beg for what you wanted. So you'd rather tease him back and give him a taste of his own medicine.

When you finally heard the sound of keys jingling and the front door shutting, you should have felt ashamed at the way your heart jumped and quickened with excitement.

You sat up in the bed, picking up your book when you heard his heavy footsteps in the hall.

You were pretending to read that same sentence when Namjoon was standing in the doorway with dark eyes and disheveled hair. They squinted at you suspiciously as he stepped in the room.

"Look at you...sitting there all innocent like you didnt just send me all those nudes.."

"Hmm?" you feigned ignorance and Namjoon snorts as he kicked off his shoes and removed his coat.

" 'Hmm?' " he mocks you and you laugh at his expression.

"I dont know what youre talking about" you giggle some more, redirecting your eyes back to that sentence.

"Yeah I bet. Laugh it up...." he begins, bending down to pick up his shoes.

"Thats why Jungkook saw your nipples...." he grunts as he walked towards the closet. Your jaw drops and so does the book in your hands. The sound of Namjoon laughing grows faint for a moment until hes emerging from the closet.

"Youre lying..." Your expression falls and Namjoon shakes his head with a grin.

"Nope. Well...he might have. I locked the screen pretty fast. We were done anyway. Yoongi had to work so..." he shrugs and you let out a relieved sigh, sending a tiny prayer up that none of Namjoons friends saw your goods. Although the thought is a bit amusing.

He casually undressed himself as if you weren't watching him, pulling his black compression shirt over his head and stepping out of his socks. He yanks his headband off and pushes his silvery blonde hair back before shuffling his fingers through it.

Once he was stripped down to just his tank top and sweat pants, you were scooting from the edge of the bed and standing behind him.

You were tired of waiting.

Namjoon tensed at first when he felt your hands snaking around his waist to lift at his sweat dampend undershirt. When your warm hands slipped under the fabric to feel his abs he smirks.

"I need to take a shower..." he chuckled as you shamelessly felt him up, nuzzling his neck while you abandoned his tummy to let your hands glide up his biceps and shoulders.

Namjoon's body was perfect and very well built to say the least. He had always been on the slender side since you'd met him, but his long legs were as thick as tree trunks and incredibly toned. You loved the feel of his muscular thighs beneath your touch.

But as of recently, the rest of his body was beginning to fill out generously. His newfound dedication to fitness was paying off and the results were extremely evident in his broader shoulders, bigger biceps, pronounced chest muscles and neatly placed abs centered down his torso.

You couldnt stop touching him because of it. Any and every opportunity you had to graze his exposed skin with your hands or lips, you hopped on it.

Like now.

You forced Namjoon's shirt off of his body, turning him around and tugging it over his head . You threw it aside and went back to work on his neck, tasting the sweet/saltiness on his skin as you trailed kisses from the base to his collarbone. When you latched on his skin and began to suck, Namjoon cursed low in his throat at the feel.

"Babe....fuck..." he murmurs.

His deep voice grumbles in his bare chest, still slick with the sweat from playing basketball and running. You didn't give two shits about it though as you pressed your body against his. You loved his sweat and his scent. You would gladly bottle that shit up and drown yourself in it with how arroused you were right now.

"Shower after...I want you.." you whined against his skin as your hands skimmed down his body to tug at the waistband of his sweats. When his pants didnt budge, you palmed at his bulge, your walls clenching with need at how hard he was growing beneath his clothes.

"You want me.....fuck....that bad?.." Namjoon chuckles and groans softly as you kneaded his dick teasingly,letting your tongue drag over the planes of his chest.

"Yes.." you whispered into his mouth before rolling onto the tips of your toes to kiss him. Namjoon's hands glide over your hips to cup at your ass cheeks, giving the plump flesh a squeeze that makes you gasp. Your lips parted to invite Namjoon's tongue inside to roam over yours.

He grunts a soft chuckle at your  response, but doesn't break the kiss as he slowly stepped forward to back you towards the foot of the bed. You continued to softly palm at his dick as he guided you back, beginning to stroke him slowly and tugging at the tip, making him moan into you.

As you felt your legs touching the end of the bed, Namjoon releases his hold on your ass to grip your wrists, yanking one away from his crotch and the other from his waist and trapping them at your sides. You smirked at switch in dominance, finding amusement getting yourself in the same position you were in this morning.

"So what? Youre just gonna take it?" He smiles against your lips as you squirmed a bit under his hold. But your resistance is feeble against his strength and you eventually become pliant as he put his full weight on you. You suddenly felt his lips on yours, parting you slowly and accepting your sweet surrender.

His hands remained on your wrists and he gently guides them up to rest above your head against the pillows. Your shirt rises to reveal your boy shorts and you squirm under the weight of Namjoons body as he kissed you deeper.

"I wont fuck you....until after my shower....." he said slowly between his seering lips.

"but....I wanna taste you...." he whispers, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

"...so fucking bad...." he adds just before kissing your cheek and working his way down to your neck, nibbles and sucking your skin as he went.

"Yea?" is all you can think to say, your brain too clouded by arrousal and excitement for anything more. Namjoon lifts his head and looms over you, his eyes burning with desire.

He nods.

"Mmmhmm...its been on my mind since this morning....." he murmurs as they trailed down your body, stopping at the space below your waist hungrily.

"Can I?" he looks back up at you slowly, biting his lip.

He didnt have to ask you twice. Your panties seemed to have teleported to the other side of the room, your borrowed sweat shirt pushed all the way up to expose your breasts and heaving chest.

Namjoon was trailing soft kisses down your torso as he moved down the bed. When he got to the edge, he dips his head down between your legs, hooking his hands beneath your thighs to pull you towards his face.

You bit your lip to contain your blush as you watched him assess your most intimate area as if it were his first time ever seeing it. His hooded eyes admired you for a moment, taking in the sight of your glistening flesh just before diving in.

Your body immediately tensed up when Namjoon's tongue made contact with your clit. Every muscle in your body flexed and relaxed in time with his slow calculated licks. The soft tip of his muscle swirled in gentle circles, sweeping over the hood of your bud and pressing against the underside with the flat of his tongue.

You were already voicing your approval of his technique, moaning softly while your hips wound in the direction of his skilled tongue as he repeated his tactic. But with each soft pass over your clit, you grew more and more needy. Namjoons mouth felt amazing, but you needed more.

In an attempt to encourage him to go harder, you reached down to touch his head. Before your fingertips could graze his bleached locks, Namjoon shook away from your touch. His deep voice vibrates against your sex and you felt him scold you more than you heard him.

"uh uhn baby...." he says breifly before sticking his tongue back out to lap against your clit slowly. You bite down hard on your lip at the sight of his shiny pink lips and tongue melding with your folds. A sigh of a moan leaves your lips and Namjoon glances up at you, a smirk in his eyes as he licked your pussy at a torturous pace.

He was teasing you, maybe as punishment for sending him those pictures. Maybe for being a brat this morning, you didnt know. But you knew damn well that Namjoon knew exactly what he was doing.

When he heard the tension in your voice as you moaned above him...

When he felt your thighs trembling underneath his hands....

When he felt your vulva pulsing and clenching against his chin..

Namjoon knew it was time to put you out of your misery. After a few more swirls of his tongue, he closes his lips around your clit and begins to suck.

"Ooh fuck..." you cry out. Your back arches off of the bed and your hands fist at the sheets as Namjoons tongue curled and flicked against the most sensitive part of you in tandem with his sucks. As he did so, you feel the absence of his hand on your thigh. Seconds later you feel his fingers gliding over your dripping entrance, the tip of his index finger pressing gently inside of you.

"Oh my god...Joon...J..Joonie" you stammer as his finger pressed deeper. He pulls out briefly to add a second and begins stroking you slowly as he continued to suck your clit.

"Whats wrong baby..." he murmurs between puckered sucks. His fingers continued to twist and massage your aching walls, passing over the rigid spot just enough to push you closer to the edge.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably at this point and you were a loud moaning mewling mess. It didn't take Namjoon very long to get you there, knowing your body and exactly what it needs. Your hips started bucking to meet Namjoons strokes and you threw your head back and gaped as you felt the tension building inside of you.

"Please...I need to...make me...please baby.." you begged,lifting your head with tears in your eyes. Namjoon looks up at you as his mouth continued to drive you insane, a cheeky glint in his eye as he arches his brow. He detaches his lips to give your pussy a few long flat tongued licks before responding.

"You want me to make you cum baby? " he smirks at you with his fingers still rubbing at your g-spot.

You couldnt form the words properly, but a strangled moan escaped you in the form of an answer and Namjoom hears you loud and clear.

His fingers moved with purpose, pumping in and out of you and pressing right against your spot as his mouth went back to work on your clit. Sucking and licking and finger fucking you until you felt your stomach tighten.

The familiar sensation begins to build in your gut and your chest heaved as you watched Namjoon feast on you. You blinked to clear the tears from your vision so that you could lock eyes with your devestatingly handsome boyfriend. Of course you could only see half of his face, his nose pressed right up against your pubic bone while the rest of him was engulfed by your sex. But those damned pretty brown eyes pinned you, making you their hostage as you neared your release.

And with one final flick of his magnificent tongue, you were exploding into his mouth as your vision became clouded with splashes of color and  blotches of white. Eventually fading to black as your eyelids fell.

Youre pulled back into the now when you feel Namjoon climbing back over your body. You felt his lips trailing over your neck and jawline. When he made it to your lips, you turned your head weakly to meet him halfway, tasting your sweetness on his tongue as he fed your juices to you.

This kiss was slow and sinuous. The kind of kiss filled with a heightened level of lust and need that your entire body tingling and hot with desire. Namjoons full weight was on you now, his clothed center pressing up against your bareness and creating a friction that had you twitching.

He knew you'd still be sensitive from cumming only seconds ago, but he didn't give a fuck. He just continued to kiss you and grind his hips against your pussy until he was swallowing your tiny moans.

Suddenly he's pulling away from you, rising up from the bed and planting himself back on the floor. Your eyes fluttered open and you propped yourself up on your elbows just in time to catch Namjoon kicking off his sweats and underwear in one movement.

His dick sprang free from his pants and smacked his inner thigh as it continued to swell and rise, the angry red tip pointing right at the apex of your open thighs.

You licked your lips at the sight of the shiny bead of precum already dripping from his slit and Namjoon tips his head up a bit as he stroked himself slowly with his eyes on you.

"Hey.." his voice was raspy and coated witj dominance, making your eyes snap up to his face obediently. You blanched at his expression, his jaw clenching lightly and his eyebrow arching. Namjoon tips his head to the side, gesturing towards the open bathroom door several feet away from the bed.

"Get up....Get naked.." he continued, still stroking himself as he watched you.

Once again, he didnt have to tell you twice.

You hopped up and immediately tore the oversized tshirt from your body, already completely naked underneath. Namjoon lifts his other hand and crooks his finger to summon you to the edge of the bed. You went to him immediately and sat back on your knees, letting your gaze climb up his tall frame.

Namjoon reaches for your face with the hand he called you over with, using the same finger to lift your chin so that he could look you in the eye.

He nods towards the bathroom again and smirks down at you with a heated stare.

"Shower with me...Im not done with you yet."

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday

Nerdie has WIPs!!! What else is new! 🤭 I dropped a modern Din and Benny series yesterday. There’s an Ezra interlude today. I’m also starting a Frankie Series because I didn’t like my old one and I had a spark of inspiration (THOTS) thanks to @rhoorl and @mysterious-moonstruck-musings ❤️❤️

Feel free to send me asks or comment with questions. ☺️

WIP one: Chapter two of “This is the Neighborhood Din.”

“I’m Din. Your aunt, Ms. Harris has been so welcoming to me and my son Grogu. It’s our first day here. Pleasure to meet you Sierra.”

He is taller and broader up close and his hands are….this man appears to be massive in every sense. Even his voice feels like it’s wrapping around me. Am I okay? My shorts are halfway in my crotch and I know my eyes are puffy and red along with my entire face. This is one of the days, I wish I had more melanin so everything from earlier in the day wouldn’t be on my damn face.

FYI for chapter two, pay special attention to the warnings! Some will be in bold.

WIP two: Chapter 5 of “Weddings 101 with Dieter”

“You know damn well I’m not. Dieter, can we move to the bed now?” Feeling the rumble both in his chest and against her skin as he released a purr from her touch, she gasped.

“Give me one more thing.” He whispered as he tugged her dress down and moved the both of them forward toward the mirror only a few feet away, “Well, two things.” Dieter crouched down and slowly peeled her panties down.

Finally I had inspiration for this! Special thanks to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine 💕 She knows 😘

WIP three: Section one of “Only Parts of you Mr. Morales.” (I guess I’ll call them sections? I didn’t number them. 😋 They’ll be ficlets, I think.)

While skillfully using his fingers inside of her core, the index finger of his opposite hand is in her oral sleeve for her to suck on. His thick digit is on her tongue, so she does what he wants and closes her lips around it. Frankie’s finger presses on her tongue while she takes it deeper along with a second finger. Whimpering after his fingers finish with her folds and wet canal.

Mysty and Jess, I used the special term. 😉

So…thanks happened. Thots happened. Nerdie happened. This is what we have. 👀

I’m just happy to write for Frankie again. 🥰

NPT: @megamindsecretlair @alltheglitterandtheroar @morallyinept @undercoverpena-fics @pedroshotwifey @perotovar @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @avastrasposts @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @maggiemayhemnj @connectioneverywhere @yourcoolauntie @tinytinymenace @musings-of-a-rose @i-own-loki @wannab-urs @fhatbhabie @grogusmum @magpiepills @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @paulmescal-s @laurfilijames @gwendibleywrites @trulybetty @soft-girl-musings @soft-persephone @604to647 @syd-djarin @schnarfer

[1lenii]

Hiii, another fellow latina here~ would you mind writing a Miles (E-42) based on the song Wish you were sober by Conan Gray with a Latina reader please? Maybe friends to lover trope 👀

✮I meant it✮

Miles G Morales x F!Latina!Reader

✮Hope this meets the expectations of what you were expecting! And I hope you don’t mind but I got sorta of a ‘fancy’ party theme so—

✮Synopsis: Attending a party with your lightweight Best friend Miles

✮ Trope: Friends to Lovers

✮This song is now in my playlist thank you anon<3

✮Might be angsty or sappy but hopefully I was able to balance the two

Ntm on the pictures PLEASE.

⚠️drinking, drunk driving(JS TISPSY)❗️WE ARE AGED UP❗️, catcalling maybe(?) and probably something else I missed, and not proofread-

ALOT. OF. SPANISH. Have a translator at hand at all times<3

CHECK OUT MY OTHER WORKS: MASTERLIST

✮WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, Enjoy<3

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It was 7:18pm on a Saturday, a warm summer evening, August 15 read the calendar, right under was “Tina’s Gala” written in purple ink from one of (Y/N)’s favorite pen.

“Ma, y yo tengo que ir?” (Do I have to go?)

“Si tú quieres, I don’t mind if you do or don’t” (if you want)

This conversation doesn’t last long, as Miles is currently helping (Y/N) into her body tight strapless dress that shimmers with each tug in the dim light of their newly bought and shared apartment.

(Y/N) adjusts the dress soothing out the wrinkles, taking a glance at the dry-cleaned three piece suit, she got for Miles, to then returning her gaze onto her self.

Miles on the other hand was contemplating if he should go while staring intently at the suit propped up on the closet door.

Miles glances to his left, feeling a dip of the bed next to him, he fully turns his head to look at (Y/N), seeing her mouth, mouthing some words but falling on deaf ears.

Miles is starstruck, taking in the sight of his best friend secret crush in the dimly lit room, how her curls bounce with each head motion, the way her eyes lights up and showed millions of stories, her melanin skin that glows even more with the highlights/concealer she has on her cheek bones, the way that perfect dress which matches his suit hugs her curves, and her—

“Hellooooo, earth to Miles” (Y/N) says waving her manicured hand in front of Miles, bringing the man of his trance

“Huh?”

“You weren’t even listening idiot”

“So repeat it dumbass” Miles said while flicking her forehead, just to then stand up to avoid the well known counter attack she would’ve done.

While rubbing the inflicted spot (Y/N) gets up and walks towards the closet where the suit is currently hanging, looking up at it

“I said if your gonna go be quick about cause I, well, WE have to leave in 20”

Sighing, Miles mumbles ‘fuck it’ before going over to the closet and treading over to the bathroom, soon closing the door with a *click*.

(Y/N) sighs, taking out her phone from the matching purse in Miles half of the room, opening instagram she clicks on Tina’s story

“My loves we getting lit tonightttt!!!, here at the Grand Tina’s I’m hosting a get together, EVERYBODY INVITED!!! The dress code is formal/fancy, and bring a date;), drinks and food will be provided”

(Y/N) clicks to the right, ‘another one?’ An imaginary sweat drop, forms on her hairline

“LEAVE THAT BEEF SHIT AT HOME!! We here to have funnn and b classy”

(Y/N) stares at the text on the story, mind drifting off to Miles as he has a tendency to pick at people who try and talk to you, wether it be ‘can I get your number’ or ‘you single’

*click* Miles steps out with his 3piece walking over casually as if he not about to crease the shit out of his blazer.

“guau que guapoo” (Y/N) claps to give off the impression of being impress, even though she was

“Yea yea, this guapo about to leave you ” he mumbles, starts checking himself out in the mirror before exiting the room to grab the car keys up to the front of the house

(Y/N) grabs her purse and quickly follows in pursuit only to be met with Miles offering her a hand to help her down the stairs, in which she takes.

Quickly exiting the lobby as fast as they entered it they were now outside.

“Wait here ma, a pretty girl shouldn’t have to walk”

“As me el favor, es no es na”

“And you still gonna listen, wait here”

(Y/N) lets him have the last words as she stares at his disappearing figure in the crowd of cars. No less than 3 minutes, and sure enough miles is in front of where (Y/N) is standing. Getting out of the car over to the passenger door to open it for her

“After you m’lady”

“Para de jugar”

“Y tu para de jugar conmigo”

(Y/N) laughs it off while getting in completely, letting Miles shut the door on her, while retreating to his side.

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•Soon enough they are at Grand Tina’s•

“(Y/N), mi amor, I’m so glad you made it”

Tina greets her with a hug and cheek kiss

(Y/N) doing the same

“Glad to be here, thank you for the invitation”

“And who’s this handsome guy you with? Is he your Boyfriend?”

“Mmnm na, he’s just my date”

“Miles, un placer” he’s says sticking his hand out to shake, which gets returned

“The pleasure is mine, please come in, we have drinks and food to the left of the establishment and the tables are to the center of the right wall”

Tina says before leading them inside, to go back to her post to greet more guests

*the song should be playing if it isnt*

(Y/N) and Miles walk towards the tables, claim one right the main stairs taking a seat and getting settled in

A while later (Y/N) gets called up by some associates who wanted to catch up

“You’ll be Oka here? Miles?”

“Yea yea, you go have fun mami I’ll see you when I see you” Miles says looking up from his phone and gives (Y/N) a warm smile from his usual stoic face

“Alright call me if you need me”

Miles laughs slightly with a “planning on it”

(Y/N) smiling along before walking over to her associates.

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It was now 10:27pm, (Y/N) was no where to be found, and Miles was now standing leaning on a near by wall, bored and uncomfortable out of his mind

‘Tch should’ve stayed home’

Miles was on his 2nd glass of wine as he witness the trading of drinks, couples drifting off to talk to other groups and a corner filled with a bunch of business based men

A waiter crosses his sights as he beckons him over requesting another glass of wine.

Glass In hand, then

another one,

then another one

trying to drown out the conversations of the other attendees

(Y/N) has finished everything there was on her imaginary list of interactions, now wandering around looking for miles, she catches sight of neatly braided twin braids, trying to make her way through the crowd with a bunch of ‘excuse me’ ‘sorry’.

‘Where she at’ ‘I wanna dip’ ‘I can’t anymore’ (social battery is officially at 0)

Thoughts being answered Miles mentally thank the lord, When he catches a glimpse a certain matching dress, he tried to walk towards the girl in question, just to stumble back onto the wall

“Bebiste mucho”

“No fue tanto”

“Se te vuele”

Miles avoids eyes contact with the shorter girl in front, Y/N is almost pressed on him as she tried to Tilt her head towards Miles line of sight, Miles once again avoiding it

“You sober enough to drive, cause I got it”

“Mmm” Miles response suddenly wrapping his arms around Y/N waist while leaning his head forward to rest on her shoulder

“Alright big guy cmon”

Leading Miles out and bidding farewells she pats Miles pockets for the key, clicking around on the buttons due to the lost memory of where Miles parked his ride

Marco polo-ing her way while supporting Miles with her shoulder and all her strength while leading him to the passenger seat, while then taking a U-turn to the drivers seat.

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Eventually reaching the apartment, and taking the elevator, with Miles her shoulder slurring a bunch of incompressible words they finally made it back home.

Y/N went straight towards the coach leaving miles stranded on the couch in the living room, returning to the front door to leave all the keys on the key holder.

“Y/Nnn~”

“Yeaa?”

“ComE baCk I miss yoU”

Y/N with a chuckle make her way to Miles room to get a change of clothes for herself which she now has on and as well as his own, now infront of miles she helps him get comfortable.

Y/N is now moving to his button up, unbuttoning the buttons from top to bottom tugging at his shoulders to tug the blazer and button up off

“Y/Nnn”

“Yes guapo, qué pasa”

“tE amo”

“Que-?” Y/N looks up at miles from her position besides him trying to confirm what she thought she heard, movements coming to a brief pause.

“Mami I love yoU”

“Te amo también”

Miles shuts his eyes and softly smiles content with the reciprocated feelings, while Y/N continues her movements from before going to haul a T-shirt of Miles well toned frame.

“Cmon, duérmete, lemme bring you a comforter”

As Y/N gets up, she gets stopped by a previously half lidded and currently wide eyed Miles he says “stay”

Who’s Y/N to reject his offer, she hesitantly tries to make sense of how she gonna fit, when she gets cut off in the process by being pulled in by Miles who’s already snuggling up to her and mumbling ‘you were taking to long’

Y/N gets comfortable melting into him and the couch, while mumbling ‘I wish you were sober..’ ‘Mayb it’s better if you weren’t’ before drifting off to sleep

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It’s already the next morning, and Miles is nowhere to be found, rubbing her eyes Y/N gets up looking around for the previously drunk man to find him the kitchen already at work to prepare breakfast

“Morning ma”

“…you shouldn’t be at the stove, doesn’t your head hurt”

“Nothing that’s gonna kill me” Miles shrugs

… there was a moment of silence before Miles broke it…

“You wished I was sober.” He stated

“What..”

“You wished that I was sober, how come?”miles says now fully facing Y/N

“Nada miles, nothing to note” Y/N hesitates remembering last nights events

“Nada? Enserio? Cause I seem to recall a little confession from my favorite” miles says making his way to Y/N who’s sitting down at the kitchen island, now hugging her sitting frame from behind

“I DIDNT want t-to—“

A now flustered Y/N is contemplating and panicking Till her nerves get replaced with words of confirmation

“I meant it.”

Y/N heart beats faster when Miles turns her around to press a kiss on her lips, firstly hovering looking for a sign of permission, which was given when Y/N leaned in first.

Passionately kissing, their first real interaction as future lovers.

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Authors note: I ACTUALLY DONT KNOW HOW INDID, feedback would b great<33 hope you enjoyed ofc<3

[todayisafridaynight]

You going back to this it would be cool if Ichiban’s mom was black.

cmon LaD8 pull through......

[nkogneatho]

OMG HIS DICK ANALUSIS THAT SO GOOD OMG and it’s oki!! I love hearing you talk about your favs like Omgosh 😖🫶! Shidou morning routine tho! Of just sunbathing NAKED DICK AND BALLS OUT! He really wasn’t kidding about that tan being from the sun omfg

respectfully fuck you for making me think about it. I am literally writing this at 3 am

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍

Being Shidou's PA was hard enough but now you actually got to see something that would make it harder to work with him.

You walked in the living room announced but there seem to be no reply. You hit up his number on the speed dial and started to search him with the phone preased between your shoulder and ears. You walked towards the backyard and before the call could go to the voicemail for the third time, you saw his phone lying on the table next to the deckchair, glinting with so many notifications. But that was the least interesting part about it.

On the deckchair lied the naked man you spent the last three months secretly crushing on. The sun was hitting his whole brown body. The melanin glowing, highlighting his best features. You should've stopped wandering your eyes when they reached his pelvis but no. How can one simply ignore the pretty dick he had? It wasn't particularly long but THE GIRTH??? Hello?? Not to talk about his tip. They were slightly a lighter shade of his dark chocolate brown skin and fat. His fat balls resting on top of his inner thighs. Just perfect.

You were informed about the player's personality and miniscules. Not to mention you had witnessed it a several time when he orgasmed on field after making a good goal. But to see that his dick was rock hard erect just from sun bathing made your mind wander to sinister places. His eyes were closed right? What was he thinking? About some memorable porn? His best sex? What?

Little did you know, Ryusei was imagining laying there about how pretty you would look giving him head while he sun-bathed. How your lips would struggle to fit the tip. Fuck. So pretty.

His eyes open when he hears a pen drop, only to look around and find you standing in the hall inside.

"Oh. You're just in time."

[mooniwrites]

I only fear God and... (teaser)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x blackfem!Reader

Summary: Max girlfriend is everything people never thought he would end up with.

WC: 786

Warnings: curse words, mentions of an accident, violent impulses, Christian Horner (yes, he is a warning himself), lmk if I’m forgetting something!

Author’s note: I haven’t write anything in a very long time, so please be kind! Also, English is not my first language, and I’m not a 100% fluent in it, so I’ll probably have spilling/writing errors. Constructive (and kind) criticism is received and appreciated. Also, this might become a series(?) but I haven’t decided anything yet!

Christian: “I only fear god.”

Toto: “and Max’s girlfriend.”

Christian: (laughing) “yes, and Max’s girlfriend.”

If anyone would have told Max a year ago that he not only would be dating, but seriously thinking in marrying a 5.2” brown skinned girl with curly hair, too much attitude and no fear, full with god’s rage, he would have laughed at their face, because for that Max Verstappen, that wouldn’t even be possible. Max preferred (or so he thought) dolls-like girls, and his exes where the proof of that. Always presentable, very fashionable in a classy and girly way, polite, good mannered, calm. And then a braided tornado came into his life and put everything upside-down, stealing his heart in the process.

Y/N L/N was everything people thought he wouldn’t like. She didn’t hesitate to speak her mind and was willing to throw hands at anyone who dared to speak ill of him (his dad and his team principal have been victims of her rage once and that was enough for them to be afraid of her). Used bold colors with prints, wasn’t afraid to show her melanin and be proud of it, was capable of pulling off the weirdest, craziest and sometimes ugliest clothes that this earth has seen.

That’s why it was such a surprise when they announced their relationship, seeing them arrive at the paddock holding hands, Max wearing his typical Red Bull merch, and her with high boots, a short dress and a denim jacket personalized by herself with Max’s numbers and a red bull (in a deeper shade of red, since Y/N has beef with the original red of the brand logo). Brows were raised, mouths were wide open and words scaped everyone who was witnessing the moment. And then it came the questioning, when, how, why? She wasn’t a match for him, he wasn’t enough for her, she was better with someone like Lewis. Those types of comments became so frequent that the driver started to believe them, which affected their relationship, and Y/N could see it. Never one to run from problems, especially when something as precious as their relationship was being affected, the girl decided to take matters into her own hands, which threw Max off because he thought he wasn’t being obvious neither he was prepared for that type of talk, which lead to an argument between them.

“Because sometimes I think they are right! That you would be better with someone that can give you a more normal life, unlike me that I’m travelling the world day in and day out!”

“And don’t think that if I would want a partner like that, I would have look for one? But no, Max Emilian Verstappen, I want you and your crazy schedules and different time zones and rants about aerodynamics and corners and cursing the FIA. I want you and I don’t see that changing any soon.”

“But why would want me? When you could be with someone like, I don’t know, Lewis, he at least it’s a fashion icon and have an amazing personality and a life beyond formula 1, unlike me.”

“Because you are enough!”

At that moment there was a pause, a moment of silence where you could hear a pin drop, and, if you payed enough attention, Max’s walls began to crumble.

“Wha-what did you just say?”

“That you are enough, Max. That I prefer our little dates in my kitchen than going out, that I love hearing you talk about races and strategies and spending time at the sim because that’s what you love, and I love you, all of you, even the parts that the world told you where unlovable.”

“No one has ever told me that.”

“What of all that I just say?”

“That I… that I am enough. I have never felt enough for anyone, nor anyone has told me that I am enough for them.”

“Well, I am glad that I am someone very important. And you better get used to it because I plan to tell you that every day for as long as you need it to get through that thick, prideful and stubborn head of yours.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome baby.”

“Oh! By the way, you too.”

“Ah? Me too what?”

“You are enough for me. More than enough. I am not good with words, but you are enough, and I do love you like that. All of you, even the parts that you dislike.”

“I am going to remember that the next time that you deny me of adopting a pet!”

“Y/N I love you more than racing, but we still can’t have a moose as a pet! I don’t even think they are legal in Monaco!”

[chiquititaosita]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ drabbles de osita • sir crocodile x latina! Farmer reader (headcanons)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ I blame @owlight for this 😒 and @backwzzds for MAKING HIS PERSONALITY SMOOTH AS A MOFUCKA @kenruu @sanjisblackasswife

- being his girlfriend as a farmer. With those sweet eyes, and that melanin in your skin, you’re the one that’s highly respected like a true princess in crocodiles eyes

- Now being his little lamb! Yes he calls you his little lamb!! Because you’re so small precious and delicate.

- “Hi honey!!” You’ll be kissing him and looking for him at your casino in alabasta. When he finds you in a perfect casual dress. He bought for you he just smiles.

-“ah there’s my little lamb. You never cease to fail turning this frown upside down you know my darling y/n.” He swoons your heart everytime. Besides after what happened with Robin. You made him apologize for everything and makeup for her values. You’re the woman that keeps him in check (besides shanks of course 🙄)

- “oh thank you amorcito!” Your smile and the blush on your face as he held your hands and kissed your knuckles gently.

-“now what brings my little lamb here?” He’ll look at you in the sight of watching how sweet you’ll look you have a basket behind your back that contains produce of tomates (tomatoes) from your harvest you’ve been working on in your families farm. “I’ve brought you these mi mama wanted you to taste them. And I know the best ways we can cook them.”

-his heart is touched surely he’s never met a woman as hardworking and gentle as you. He hates to watch you get your delicate hands dirty. Mans is a high class assassin and A business owner! So he knows how he feels about this. He can’t help but feel guilty, he then scoffs, and clicks his tongues and then stands up. To inspect the basket, and then pick up the tomato, smelling it. they’re seen to be different shades of light green and lime green to red. “My darling dear, why are these greeen??” He chuckled and smiled with his devious and smitten smirk on his face with the stitches across his nose from ear to ear.

-“thats because They’re fresh tomates! They’ll turn into a nice beautiful shade of red give it time! I’ll make sopa for us tonight.”

-“nonsense my y/n you must be sitting here looking all beautiful for me what if you burn your hands on the stove or the what is it called that one pan?”

-“the comal?”

-“yes what about the comal/griddle?? Surely you can let the chefs cook it.”

-“but sopa doesn’t need to cooked on a comal-“

-“ oh it doesn’t, but still! Take a break! You can’t be working all day when you come home to your handsome man like me??”

-“I mean I suppose I could take a break.” “Then a break is what you’ll have. Come along now we have shopping for you to do!”

- he is going to spoil the fuck out of you. Sexually and emotionally, AND PHYSICALLY.

- now him fucking the shit out of you! You’re a pillow princess okay! BE PROUD OF IT!

-him eating you out from behind when his hook is already taking off your panties. And he’s already fingering you with his ringed up digits.

-“you’re gonna be great mommy you know that my little lamb??” You’re just gonna nod and have that face of oh god I’m being fucked dumb. Legs shaking, thighs aching. EATING YOU OUT HES HUNGRY FOR MORES

-meanwhile it’s been a few days… there’s this one time HE ALMOST SENT A GOAT FROM YOUR FARM!!! TO THE MEAT FACTORY!!

-“hey croccy??” He looks up at your question, “what’s for dinner?”…..your boyfriend sitting in his office reading through paper work… “goat soup..”

- your heart was in your stomach, asyour eyes would widened!! “Which goat….?”

-“the baby goat we found last week…” he speaks lowly and spits it out fast. You’ll get it out of him. That minute your eyes start to flood with tears in your eyes…. You drop your plates and they break, and the basket you made for that baby goat foal, that you and crocodile rescued. You left crying and went up to the farm running. Ignoring him. You don’t want to even talk to him….. he makes it up to you when it’s dinner time.

-“y/n…it’s me…..darling can I come in??” you’re in the goat pen with the babies, you’re holding the baby goats sisters buttercup and bubbles… the one who apparently was sent off to the meat factory was blossom…y/n sighed sadly. “I brought you dinner…it’s not goat I promise…it’s some sushi..” he spoke gently and sat down next to her… the goat pen was so big enough, Little did y/n know. Crocodile already sent his minions to go get blossom immediately. and he surprised you with baby girl herself. “You got her back for me??” Y/n was crying happily hugging the baby goat and kissing her head as blossom is bleating, and then giving crocodile a big smoothie kiss. “Okay you’re sleeping on the floor tonight!?”

-“BUT I GOT HER BACK FOR YOU?!”

-“ do you want me to sell your hook?”

-that’s when he knows to never talk back. Overall I say he has learned the hard way and his mamacita farmer y/n can put him in his place

[loveislandthegame]

replaying s4 from the very beginning, and i just remembered youcef is supposed to have “dark, olive skin.” so whose goddamn white baby is that ?! 😭

i really don’t know why FB did him dirty in like, the most ridiculous ways possible (e.g the suit he wears at night is supposed to be his prom outfit, but they never fixed that) youcef’s still my babygirl tho 🫶🏽

anyways i had to drop everything and give him his melanin back. + bonus hair edits cus i was curious , sooo cute

[five-rivers]

Ancestral chapter 16

Written for ectoberhaunt 2023 day 20: danse macabre.

The room was silent as everyone listened intently, straining to hear Mr. Kynbaz’s (his first name was Kevin?) response.  

"An extraction? Why?  Isn't she in hospital for a medical condition?"  There was a pause, not quite long enough for Joanna to interject, but long enough to hear.  “How do you even know about that?”

“You left the team on read and the emergency system kicked it to Matthew and your second, but Matthew has it set to forward things to family members if he doesn’t answer and it’s flagged as an emergency.”

Another brief pause.  “Why do you want Princess Alicia extracted?”

“We think that–”  Joanna visibly collected herself.  “There’s evidence that Revyvtech is involved in the poisonings and responsible for Alicia’s condition.”

“Joanna–”

“My judgment was poor as a teenager, but don’t you dare hold that over me when my family is in danger!” snapped Joanna.  She closed her eyes.  “I– I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me.”

“What kind of evidence?  Would it hold up overseas?”

Joanna’s eyes flicked over Danny, Jazz, and their other cousins.  “No.  But that doesn’t mean it isn’t valid.”

Mr. Kynbaz hissed softly, the sound barely transmitted by the phone speakers.  “I’ll get back to you.”  

“Kevin, wait, I–”

The end-call tone played.  

Joanna let her hand drop to her side.  Her eyes flicked over Danny, Jazz, and their other cousins.  “How many of you have prescription medication?”

Everyone but Jazz and Danny raised their hands.  Jazz elbowed Danny.  “You have that stuff you were prescribed for your eyes,” she said.  

“Oh, yeah.”

“Danny–  Danny.  Do you think you could tell if this… if this poison - blood blossoms? - was in something?  Like you did with the aconite?”

“Um,” said Danny.  “Maybe.  That was mostly Gw– the ghosts, though.  They saw the poison being added.  If it is blood blossoms, though, I think I should be able to.  Or- or they should be able to," he added, glancing at the ghosts.  He didn't want to ask them to, though.  Not after what had happened to Gwensyvyr’s arm.  "I should be able to." 

“Good,” said Joanna, “good.  Everyone, go get your medications, and bring them here.”

.

"Why are there so many?" asked Danny, intimidated.  The little bottles practically surrounded him.  

"We're part of the oldest royal lineages in the world," said Iris.  "It'd be weirder if we didn't have any weird genetic disorders."

"What even are all of these for?" asked Danny, knowing it was rude, but not being able to help himself.  It was his family medical history, anyway.  

"Blood disease," said Iris and George simultaneously. 

"Specifically anemia," said Iris.

"Specifically Avlynyse recurrent macrocytic anemia," said George.  

“Called that because normal macrocytic anemia is supposed to be caused by something else, like hypothyroidism or alcoholism, but we don’t have those problems and it always comes back.”

“You guys probably have it, too,” added George.  “It’s super common in the family, but it.”

“Along with Avlynyse defective melanin syndrome,” said Iris.  “Purple eyes are pretty, but they come with problems, you know?”

“I knew about that,” said Danny.  “But you don’t take medicine for that, do you?  Mom has that, and I don’t think she takes anything for it.”

“Usually you don’t,” said George, “but melanin has a lot of functions beyond just skin, hair, and eye color, and sometimes ADMS affects those things as well.  You remember how Iris and I would, ah, shake a little, all the time?  And our eyes would scan back and forth?  We couldn’t stop it.  That’s what we take medication for.”  He made a face.  “We actually first got this in a drug trial from Revyvtech a few years ago.  It’s new…”

“Oh!  Don’t forget the epilepsy,” said Iris.

“Yeah, can’t forget the epilepsy.”

“You have epilepsy?” asked Danny.  “But I’ve sent you flashing videos… Memes…”

“No, no, Lewis is the one who has epilepsy.  I’m just saying it’s relatively common.”

Lewis made a face.  “I could have told him myself.  They’re only focal seizures, anyway.”

“I don’t know what that means,” said Danny.  “I’ve sent you flashing videos, too.”

“It’s fine,” said Lewis.  “Focal seizures don’t make you lose consciousness all the way, and I’ve got a filtering program on my phone.”

“Mostly he shows them to me, first,” said Leo.  “I have the anemia and a heart condition and low blood pressure and poor circulation and also eczema, which sort of makes my skin break out in hives if anything is touching it the wrong way for too long.”  

“Still not a good reason to not wear shirts,” muttered Lewis.  “Eugene?”

Eugene blushed, then looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand.  He looked back and forth between Danny and the bottle, then the bottle and Jazz.  The bottle was a slightly different color than everyone else’s.  

“Um,” he said.  “I have bipolar disorder.  And I have auditory hallucinations.  It’s not– It’s not schizophrenia, though.  I don’t have the other symptoms.”

Joanna put her hand on Eugene’s shoulder.  “I also have bipolar depression.  And anemia.”

Now Danny just felt bad.  “Sorry.  I shouldn’t have asked.”  (Also, wow, why was he suddenly thinking about the time his parents tried to ‘spin the crazy’ out of him?)

Eugene laughed a little.  “It’s fine.  I mean, we’re showing you all our medications.”  He held out his bottle towards Danny.

“Still.”  Danny took the bottle.  “But… have you ever considered that the hallucinations could be…?”  He trailed off as Gwensyvyr and the other ghosts started shaking their heads.  

“Oh,” said Eugene.  “No, definitely not.  There are ways to check if you’re hearing ghosts, assuming they’re cooperating.  We tested it.”  He sat down on the floor across from Danny.  “So.  How are you going to do this?”

“Um,” said Danny.  “I was just going to phase my hand through each of these and see if anything happened?  That way, I’m not screwing up good medicine by taking it apart or anything.”

“Is that safe?” asked Jazz with a slight frown. 

“I– Nothing has ever happened to the stuff I’ve phased through before?”

“For you,” clarified Jazz.  

“Might give me a burn,” said Danny.  “But the blood blossom cream is already out, so…  I’ll be okay.”

“If you say so,” said Jazz.

Danny nodded and held up Eugene’s bottle with his right hand and swiped his left hand through it.  

(It was so strange to just do that in front of so many people, and in human form.)

“Nothing,” he said, handing the bottle back to Eugene.  

“That makes sense,” said Eugene.  He turned the bottle so Danny could see the logo imprinted on the bottom, a simple eye with an apple in place of a pupil.  “Avl Ayg does more psychiatric medicine than Revyvtech.”

Danny nodded, and hunted through the bottles to find Joanna’s.  It also didn’t have anything in it that Danny could detect.

Then, he started working through Leo’s medication.  The heart stuff was fine, but when he passed his hand through the anemia medication, he flinched back, hissing.  

“Blood blossoms?” asked Jazz.  

“Yeah,” said Danny.  “Ow.”  He shook out his hand.  

Jazz held out the cream to him.  

“It’s such a tiny amount,” said Danny.  He examined his hand.  It wasn’t even red.  “It was just, like, touching something too hot, rather than all-consuming agony.”

“Your standards for all consuming agony are off,” said Jazz.  “Put on the cream before you do more.”

Danny grumbled but did what Jazz said.  Then he tested the eczema medication, and…

“This feels weird, but not like blood blossoms,” he said.  There was something ectoplasmic in it, but only in trace amounts.  “Could be ectoplasm contamination?”

“Could you tell how even it is?” asked Jazz.  

“No,” said Danny.  “Do you think…  If they are getting things for their medicines from Andyr, do you think that there could be ectoplasmic stuff down there?  From the ghosts, maybe?”

He saw Gwensyvyr’s face screw up, and she opened her mouth as if to speak, but then shook her head.  

“That would make sense,” said Jazz, slowly.  “But that would be incredibly dangerous.  Ectocontamination made a cooked turkey come back to life.”

“What,” said Lewis, flatly.  

“Never mind,” said Jazz.

Danny moved on to Lewis’s.  His anti-seizure meds were fine, but he had a jar of anemia supplements, just like Leo.  Again, there was something in it.  He set it aside.  

He moved on to Iris and George’s.  They had a larger number, but theirs were largely identical, so he did them all at once.  Again, most of them were fine, one of the melanin ones was weird, and the anemia supplement had blood blossoms in it.  

“These actually have more than any of the others,” said Danny, nodding at the bottles while rubbing more cream into his hand.  “It’s still tiny, the ghosts aren’t even affected by it being near, but…”

“But we’ve been getting slowly poisoned for who knows how long,” said Joanna.  “All of us.”

“It does cast some doubt on it being what killed everyone, though,” said Iris.  “Since none of us have keeled over in anaphylactic shock any of the times we’ve taken these.  It’s possible that there’s a legitimate medical use.”

“I don’t know.  I guess there are some things… Mom and Dad wanted to use it to purge ectocontamination.”  Danny looked up.  “Did Martin have this?  Do you think any of his medication is still here?”

“Maybe,” said Joanna.  “If he did have any here, it would probably be in his room, or the master bathroom.”

Getting everyone into the master bathroom was a squeeze, but no one wanted to be left out.  Joanna opened the cabinet and moved aside a woebegone toothbrush and a few boxes of band-aids before pulling out three bottles and a weekly pill organizer.  The organizer was mostly full, with only Sunday morning empty.

“Ferromultyx, melanyorata, and escitalopram?” she read from the bottles.

“Huh,” said Iris.  “I didn’t know his melanin defect was bad enough to take melanyorata.”  She sounded a little congested. 

Danny, not quite in arms’ reach of Joanna, between all the people in the room, made grabby hands.  “Let me see.”

Joanna passed them over, and Danny phased his hands through.  The melanin deficiency drug had the same weirdness as Iris and George’s.  The anemia drug on the other hand…

“There’s nothing here,” he said.  “It’s clean.”

Iris chewed her lip.  “None of this makes sense.”

“I think it does, actually,” said Danny, turning the bottle over and over in his hand.  He wriggled his way out of the bathroom.

“How?” asked Lewis, who managed to get out before the others.  “Why poison us just a little bit, and kill everyone else?”

“I don’t know that it’s just about that,” said Danny.  He put Martin’s medication on a nearby shelf and pulled the small bottle of the medicine he’d been prescribed from his pocket and passed his hand through it.  It burned.  Badly enough to make him hiss and drop the bottle.  

“Danny?” asked Jazz, alarmed.  

“I’m fine.  I just had to check something.”  He cradled his hand near his chest.  “I don’t think they want you dead.  They want me dead.  They don’t want you ectocontaminated.”  

“You guys keep saying that,” said Leo.  “What is it?”

“Ectoplasmic contamination.  Ectoplasm.  Ghost magic.”  Danny licked his lips, then stepped sideways to get a better view of Gwensyvyr.  “That’s what’s actually in Andyr, isn’t it?  There’s a source of ectoplasm.  There’s a portal.”

Gwensyvyr gazed at Danny for a long moment, then nodded.

“There’s something that happens in the Trials that makes you… more spiritual.  Or something.  More like a syvyr.”  And Danny hoped beyond hope that ‘something’ wasn’t dying like he had in the portal.  He could almost imagine it, all of them, all his family, walking, practically dancing down into the dark, into glowing, deathly green.  A tableau.  A danse macabre.  A memento mori.  Except no one really died…

… until now.  

“That,” said Danny, “that’s what they’re trying to stop.  They’re trying to keep that from happening.  Because if it did– if it did…”  He trailed off, unsure, then looked at Gwensyvyr.  Her eyes were sharp, expectant.  “Well, what we thought before, about them using stuff down there for medical research is probably still true, but…  There are probably parts of the Trials you can’t do without having ectoplasm.  Things for the ancestors.  Things for…”

If there was a portal beneath Avlynys, the ghosts here should be as strong as in Amity Park.  They weren’t.  But they were gaining strength from Danny’s presence.  

“Things for the portal,” Danny continued.  “Like, unblocking it or something.  Fixing it.”  He shivered, remembering the last time he’d tried to fix a portal.  

“A portal?” asked Joanna.  “To where?”

“The, you know, the afterlife,” said Danny.  

There was quiet.  

“Unfortunately,” said Joanna.  “We can’t do anything about that until we take the Trials.  Except for not taking any more of these things.”  She snatched up Martin’s medication and put it back in the cabinet.  

Leo groaned.  “Fainting town, here we come.”“For now…  I think all of you need some sleep.”