#was tempted to color this since their hands and yellow and blue and that makes sense for the metaphors and whatever

[ohno-the-sun]

Some thoughts about who Eclipse is exactly

[dandylovesturtles]

treat imbi leo/mikey?

IMBI!Leo and IMBI!Mikey, treat

No warnings for this one!

Yes a part of this is really heavily inspired by Into the Spiderverse but I can't help it, it's really cool.

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"Alright, bro." Mikey shook the spray paint can in his hand, and even around his mask Leo could tell he was grinning. "You ready to go?"

"Oh, wait, how should I pose for this?" Leo asked out loud, fingerspelling, "Pose?" for Mikey's benefit. He flexed his arms like a strong man, asked, "Like this?" Then kicked one foot up and clasped his hands in front of him, making a kissy face. "Or like this?"

Mikey snickered, shaking his head. "Come on, Leo, just stand normally!"

"Fine, fine. You're the artist." He put one arm down and put his other hand to his hip, grinning. "How's this?"

"Perfect." Mikey shook the can again, then moved to the side. "You're gonna have to stay still, okay? Good thing you don't get tired like this."

He didn't get tired, but he could get bored; thankfully, Mikey liked to blast music while he was painting, and that was something that could occupy Leo's brain while he waited.

He'd been a little skeptical of the art piece when Mikey had described it to him, but when his little brother was struck with inspiration there was no dissuading him. And it's not like Leo had anything better to do right now.

Besides, he liked watching Mikey work, his eyes lighting up as the ideas flowed and his hands moving with purpose. Mikey kept up a running string of commentary as he went, mostly about the graffiti but often taking detours into whatever other thought entered his head. This was how he and Mikey had always vibed together best, though it was a little sad this time that Leo couldn't directly contribute.

It was cool watching Mikey from this perspective, though. The spray paint moved through his body and face at times, a surreal experience, and Leo marveled at the stream and mist of vibrant color dancing harmlessly around him with every one of Mikey's strokes.

Maybe Mikey had been on to something with this, after all.

A few times Leo was tempted to turn and take a look, but every time he so much as twitched Mikey scolded him. He just had to wait for the finished product no matter how eager he was.

Finally, after almost two hours, Mikey pulled his mask down and beckoned Leo away from the wall. "Okay! I just have to put the finishing touches on it; ready to see?"

"Oh heck yes I am," said Leo with a grin and a pump of his fist, quickly skipping forward to stand next to Mikey, whirling to see what he'd created.

A harsh knot immediately formed in his throat, choking off any words he may have said.

Mikey had painted his silhouette in a deep blue with a silver outline, but that wasn't all. Behind him was a brilliant starburst in vibrant orange and yellow, expanding out over the wall in a blaze of sunshine.

Behind that was the word "Visible," written in big block letters filled with blue. The sun and his silhouette seemed to burst out of it, lighting up the whole dark tunnel with its force.

"Oh, Miguel," he muttered, the grin on his face big enough to hurt his cheeks (if he could feel pain). He wished he could hug Mikey, but since he couldn't, he settled for bouncing in place to show his excitement instead.

"So, you like it?" asked Mikey, sounding proud - as he more than should be.

Leo crossed his arms over his chest, then pointed at the graffiti. Love it. Mikey beamed.

"Maybe someday, we can come back and do the whole set," he said. "If you're okay posing for me again."

Leo chuckled. "For you, Mikey? Any time."

[belongstochan-writingblog]

Alien/ Chan

Plot: Myla went with her friend who was on a mission for other life form in space, when they come across a planet, they crash landed causing Myla to get badly injured and her friend to die on impact, when Myla left the ship she's comes face to face with an alien covered in black clothes and blue scales with big black eyes she faints in his arms. 

Warnings: yandere vibes, alien chan, death, detail smut, angst, fluff, humor. Pregnancy. Glowing fluids. Blood/ wounds. King Chan! Other members play in this too such as Felix and Minho but I'm still working on them being added to my other one shots as well. 

Notes:

Chan is the king of his planet. 

Myla's friend had her join her even though she wasn't allowed.

Glowing mood changing fluids. 

Pink- Love

Blue- Common for feeling horny/satisfied after sex. 

Red- anger

Yellow- obsessive

@skzonthebrain helped me if I should add glowing fluids or not- (thanks!)

Myla screams when a large melt sharp part of the ship hits her thigh as the ship crashes into the blue planet's soil. 

When she stands up she waddles in pain over to her friend, her hand on her stomach and she shakes her friend only to find her dead.

Myla screams in horror before running out of the ship only to run into someone's chest, she looks up and meets the eyes of an alien with black eyes and she screams causing the alien to shush her but she faints and is caught in the arms of the alien. 

Chan picks up the human gently and looks over at Minho and says coldly "Check the ship for any other survivors, I'm going back home with this one, she's injured and needs to be looked at."  

Minho nods and goes into the ship with others. 

Chan transports back to his castle in the medical ward and puts her down on the bed and looks over at Felix and says softly "She's injured, fix her." 

Felix nods and gets to work.

Chan sits on the chair by her bed when he hears Felix gaps he sits up in concern "What?" He asks softly. 

Felix gulps and he speaks nervously "i-i know she's human but I didn't think her body was different than ours." 

Chan comes to stand by him and understands what he means when he looks at the human girl, instead of the girls on his planet who can hide their private parts beneath their scales, the human girl's parts are on full display under her clothes, he tilts his head as he looks over her. 

Felix wraps her thigh up after cleaning the wound and stitching it up and he sighs deeply "I'm going to get some clothes for her." 

Chan stops Felix quickly and says "Get one of the dresses from my room, the silky white one that that old bed warmer used." 

Felix nods and rushes out of the room. 

Chan looks back at the human woman and looks over her naked body, her nipples are a dark pink color, he bends down and opens her legs, her pussy is also a dark pink color too and he notices that she's thick and curvy. 

Chan licks his lips and gulps as he imagines what it would be like to be with a human, he often fantasized about it. Hell he was even tempted to just take one but he wouldn't do that. 

Chan hovers over the human girl and pushes his ear against her stomach hearing weird sounds but he holds his breath when he hears a heartbeat and that's when he realizes that this human girl is pregnant which makes him tear up. 

Pregnancy was extremely rare on his planet, his kind grew old are a very slow rate, ever since he took the throne 30 years old he never saw another child being born, he hoped the human would let him hold the baby and that they'll both stay on the planet with him. 

He keeps his ear against her stomach even when Felix walks back in who freezes at the sight of his king pressing his ear against her stomach and he clears his throat causing Chan to look up at him but he doesn't remove his ear from her stomach and he says emotionally "She is carrying a baby." 

Felix immediately understands and feels himself begin to tear up as well before grabbing a bucket with water and soap and says "would you like to help me clean her up?" 

Chan nods and grabs one of the washcloths and helps Felic wash her up once they are done with her body Felix slips the dress over her and Chan helps Felix pull the dress down and watches Felix start washing her hair, relieving a brown reddish hair color. 

Just before they either could do anything or say anything Minho walks into the room. 

Chan stands tall when he sees Minho and his cold tone comes back "What did you find Minho?" 

Minho sighs and says "No one else was on the ship expect for a dead body, I went through the ships log, the woman that died in the crash was only supposed to the only human on the ship, which means that human woman that lays of the medical bed wasn't supposed to be the ship which means she can't go home my king." 

Chan couldn't stop the excitement that ran through him and he said "That's fine, I wasn't going to let her leave anyway, did you destroy any tracking devices?" 

Minho nods and says "Yes, I found this backpack though." Minho holds up the backpack in front of him and says "It's hers." He said, tilting his head towards the woman. 

Chan nods and takes the backpack and he opens it to find a wallet and sees an ID. 

"Her name is Myla L/N, she's 26 years old, what the hell is a non organ donor?" Chan asks, looking over at Felix. 

Felix perks up and says "It means that she doesn't want her organs to be touched after she dies."

Chan nods and looks into her backpack to find a notebook and opens it only to shut it quickly afterwards and says "Well that was very emotional, it seems like this notebook is her diary." 

Felix snickers and says "even our females write their feelings down." 

Minho looks on the side of the backpack and asks "What's that?" 

Chan looks and pulls a mini notebook out of the side and he smiles as he reads it "It's pregnancy notes and small rants about being pregnant." 

Felix chuckles and grabs the notebook and reads it quickly "She's 31 weeks and her due date is in May, which is good to know. I'll make sure to put this stuff in a folder and do some research." 

Chan nods and says "Minho. I want you to carry Myla to my room alright? I want her to be comfortable when she wakes up." 

Minho nods and picks on Myla before transporting out of the room. 

A few hours later. 

Myla wakes up with gaps when she feels soft material under her fingers. 

"Oh you're awake." A voice says. Myla looks over at the voice and she goes to scream but he hushes her gently and says "I'm not going to hurt you, please don't scream it hurts my ears." 

Myla whimpers and nods but she relaxes when the alien types something on his watch and his alien form turns into a human form "My name is Christopher Bang Chan, you can call me Chris or Chan, I'm the king of this race. Your ship crashed here and has already been destroyed. You are unable to go back home." 

Myla stares at Chris, her brown eyes blown wide and she whispers "My friend and I didn't plan on going back. Is my friend okay?" 

Chan gives her a look of sympathy and says "I'm sorry love but she didn't make it." 

Myla starts to cry, her body starts to cry from the overwhelming emotion which causes Chan's heart to break and he wraps his arms tightly around her and he whispers "It's gonna be okay, I'll help you." 

Myla whimpers loudly and grabs Chan's cloak before whispering "Can I bury her?" Chan rubs her back gently and he whispers "We already did but you may visit her." Myla nods as she sniffles as she goes to get up but she stops when feels pain shooting throughout her thigh and she whimpers gripping her bandaged wound. 

Chan gently covers her hand and he whispers "Felix our doctor took good care of you, we also know that you're pregnant, he'll be taking care of you closely." 

Myla bites her lip nervously and she whispers "The baby is going to be big, I'm so scared that I might die." Chan rubs her arm gently and he whispers "We'll make sure you won't die." 

Myla nods and she grips his hand gently with her free one and she whispers "Why do you have human suits?" Chan smiles at her question and says "Well it's to protect us and to protect those who are not us, plus it helps you doesn't it?" 

Myla blushes and nods before she whispers "honestly your human suit is very handsome." Chan chuckles and blushes at her words before whispering "I've been told I'm handsome by the females here as well when I wear my human suit." 

Myla bites her lip and she whispers "Can I see your alien form?" Chan looks at her for a long moment and he whispers "Yes but only if you don't scream." 

Myla bites her lip and she whispers "I promise I won't." Chan nods and clicks on his watch turning his alien form on. 

Myla looked him over, he still looked very human but he had blue scales covering him from head to toe and black eyes. She leans forward causing Chan to freeze not wanting to scare her. 

Myla puts her hand on his scaled chest and she gaps softly and she whispers "You still look human and feel human, the only thing I would need to get used to is your eyes." Chan clicks on his watch causing only his eyes to turn honey brown and he whispers "I hate my black eyes, I prefer these eyes instead." 

Myla leans forward and she whispers "Black eyes are beautiful too. It's just if it's the first thing you see after a shipwreck it can be scary. I'm sorry I screamed." 

Chan shakes his head and whispers "It's alright love." He leans forward and says "I read a human dictionary while you slept, so I could communicate with you better." 

Myla blushes and brushes her fingers down his arm and down to his fingers "How do you communicate with the others?"

Chan's breath hitches when she touches his fingers and he whispers softly "We use growls and hisses to communicate, but we have been picking up on human languages here and there, because sometimes other ships will crash here and that's how we learn. Your friend, however, installed a human English dictionary in her ship so we can learn a lot within the time you have slept." 

Myla nods and looks down and she whispers softly "Your private parts? Are they hidden? Or do you not have a male genitals?" 

Chan blushes as he looks at the human in front of him and he whispers softly "If you like I can show you." Myla blushes and she nods "please? I'll show you mine in return." 

Chan blushes and nods even though he had already seen her parts he wouldn't mind seeing her and exploring her body more. 

He looks down as he gently shows her "right here is a slit." He grabs her hand and covers the slit the area where his crotch is and he says "When it comes to mating it can come out on its own or I can put it out." He gently puts his hand in the slit and pulls out his cock but instead of balls he had tentacles that also came out. 

"The tentacles carry the sperm and the tentacles can move on their own as well they're like extra hands, that's the best way I can explain it." Chan says softly. 

Myla nods and she whispers softly "What does your sperm look like?" Chan blushes and bites his bottom lip and he whispers "I'm going to be honest with you but when you ask questions like that it turns me on." 

Myla blushes and covers her face shyly with her hands before pulling them away and she whispers shyly "I'm sorry I'm just really curious and I wouldn't mind having sex with you, I feel safe enough to be vulnerable with you." 

Chan blushes and he nods before whispering "My fluids, not just my sperm glows, it glows blue most of the time but it also depends on your mood as well. Like blue is just a common emotion like for horny, pink is for love, red is for anger. That kind of thing." 

Myla pouts and she whispers "I wish I could glow." Chan chuckles and he leans forward towards her and he whispers "You're turn sweetheart." 

Myla blushes and pulls the dress off her which she just noticed but doesn't say anything and gently lays the dress down beside her, the silk feeling of it gives her comfort. 

Chan looks at her large breast and closes his mouth so he doesn't drool on her and he whispers "Your private parts aren't covered by scales." 

Myla hums softly and she whispers "If I was I hope it would be baby pink scales." Chan chuckles as he leans forward a bit more, his eyes zooming in on her nipples before glance down at her swollen stomach and he leans down pressing a gentle kiss to her stomach and says to Myla "Can you open your legs for me sweetie?" 

Myla nods and opens her legs for her, her thick thighs causes him to growl softly and he leans down and looks at her cunt and he breathes deeply before speaking softly "Your human biologically isn't different from the females here they just have scales to cover them up." 

Myla nods and she whispers softly "Come here." Chan hovers over her caging her gently by his arms. 

"Your shoulders are so big." Myla whispers as she gently cups his scaled face. Chan leans into her touch and closes his eyes before he leans down and brushes his large nose against hers and he whispers "You're so beautiful." 

Just before Chan or Myla could say or do anything though his bedroom door is slammed in by an angry purple female but she screams before shouting a sorry before closing the door. 

Chan scoffs angrily and looks back down at Myla and he whispers softly "I'm so sorry about her, she's absolutely going to be punished for ruining my moment with you." 

Myla blushes and she gently rubs Chan's jawline and she whispers "Who was she?" Chan huffs angrily and says "My sister: Hannah."

Myla blushes and hides her face into the pillow and she whispers "Gosh I hope she didn't see anything." 

Chan shakes his head and says "She didn't but she knows you and I are naked." 

Myla squeals in embarrassment which causes Chan to chuckle and pull her closer "Come on love get dressed." 

An hour later 

Hannah whines as her older brother yells at her before just walking into his room without knocking. 

"I'm sorry, it's just I heard you're keeping a pregnant human all to yourself. I want to meet her too!" Hannah says while looking at him angrily. 

Chan huffs and growls before speaking again "No, she's mine, go find your own human." 

Hannah scoffs and says "You're unbelievable! I just want to meet her and hang out with you- you milkyway!" 

Chan scoffs at the insult and says "oh cry me some stars, Hannah, she's scared of everyone except me and felix once she settles down more you can meet her than okay?" 

Hannah relaxes at that and says "Fine I'm okay with it, just don't be so stingy with her." 

Chan nods and says "As long as you don't try to steal her." Hannah scoffs and walks away from him. 

Back into his room 

Chan climbs onto the bed and cuddles into Myla's sleeping form and nuzzles her gently as soft purrs leave him holding her close to him. 

The next day

Myla moans as Chan gently thrusts in and out of her, his hands roaming her soft flesh and he whispers "So soft!~" Myla whimpers and grips onto his arm and shoulder as she moans under him, her cheeks becoming a flushed pink due to the warmth. 

Chan grunts as he kisses her neck gently and then her lips swallowing her moans in progress, his thrusting speeds up and doesn't let up until he cums, his tentacles that were laying on her breast also shoot out cum, his sperm a pink and yellow glowing color.

Myla gaps and cums around Chan's cock letting out soft whimpers in the process and she leans up wrapping her arms around Chan's neck and kisses him deeply. 

Chan grunts and holds her close, kissing her back gently and he whispers "You're mine." He growls as he grips her hips and he whispers it again. 

"I'm yours." Myla whispers softly, kissing his lips gently. 

[tinirainboom]

~I'm not who you think I am~ fanfic RoR Buddha x reader

Chapter 1: What can cause a simple faint

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"All the world is a stage, and all men and women are mere actors: All have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts"-Shakespeare

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Since I can remember, they have always shown me that magic, travel between dimensions, parallel worlds, reincarnation, karma, etc., are pure fantasies. Well, most could not be verified at this time… but that does not mean that it DOES NOT EXIST. In my case, I was one of those people who doesn't get carried away by that, that is, they can't manipulate me, although I think that maybe there is a possibility that it exists, right?

Before you get me wrong, I wasn't expecting impossible things like, "Mom got a letter from Hogwarts!" or “Doc, I'm from the future. I came in a time machine that you invented." Of course not, this is not fan-fiction! although it would be very tempting… But coming to the point is that I never thought that this kind of cliché situation of Webtoon manhwa would happen to me, and the problem is that now my best friend and I are trapped in this mess…

Without further ado ☆let's get started!☆:

I am Y/N Yagami, and my best friend is Haku Takahashi!

. . . ~And we are not who you think we are~

It all started when our winter vacation began. My best friend and I got together at my house to watch the second season of Record of Ragnarok or Shuumatsu no Valkyrie, in Japanese, a Netflix anime series about preventing human extinction by the hands of the gods and to That this does not happen, the idea of a tournament called Ragnarok was proposed, so thanks to this opportunity, humanity can save itself from extinction and fight against the gods to achieve this goal.

Haku and I were fans, when Buddha appeared at the end of the first season, the two of us with sparkles in our eyes with excitement promised to meet when the second season came out on Netflix so we could watch it together. And here we are, on a Thursday at 5:00 p.m., in my room with several manga of the series in question, posters of various animes, lots of junk food and soft drinks. By this time, my parents had gone on a two-week vacation to California, entrusting me with the house to myself.

Haku:- At last these Netflix people are putting on the second season!- my bff said excitedly and preparing the chapter on the play.

This person here is Haku Takahashi, my best friend, we met in the first year of high school. A boy who stands out mainly for his hair color black as coal and with streaks white as snow, his eyes are ocean blue, fair complexion, with a tomboy fashion style with a shirt with gray squares with red, green and yellow lines , and a blue jean. This boy is a complete otaku even though he doesn't seem like it at first glance, you just have to say the magic word and his fanboy otaku's side will come out.

Y/N:- Yes, Haku, you're right, ugh, I can't wait to hear Buddha's voice and see the same scenes in the manga! – I said with the emotion of a fangirl.

Haku:- Damn little lady! How many Buddha fanfics did you read to be satisfied with your inner fangirl? He asked, amazed and scared at the same time.

Y/N: - EHE - I answered putting on my most innocent face.

Haku:- EHE te Nandayo! - he yelled frustrated and then said- Oh dear God, who can blame you, he's gorgeous, his face carved by the angels themselves - he said amused with a mocking smile.

Y/N:- Oh, look who's talking! just the person who is a Chinese simp and his tsundere valkyrie- I answered returning the mockery.

Haku:- Hey! Qin Shi Huang is not ANY Chinese, he is the first Emperor of China, besides he is super sexy… Ying Zheng is very adorable, he had a very hard past, his personality is so admirable, that for that man I would make me his wife… - he said happily until in a regular moment and with a small blush on his cheeks, he answered nervously - Ehem, sorry my simp homosexual side came out, ha ha-

Y/N:- Yeah… I already realized, we better put the chapter before this conversation goes from brown to dark…- I said already putting the Ror chapter.

Meanwhile elsewhere…

In a dream garden, with a surreal beauty reaching the divine, full of life, flowers of all kinds of colors and species, its spring green grass together with clean rivers that flow freely. Inside that beautiful place, there are two first-rate deities, a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in clothing of Japanese royalty, white with gold trimmings, a part of samurai armor sea black with gold trim, his hair white as radiant as light, eyes with emerald orbs with sharp irises like a cat's, her fox ears sticking out of her mane with a small tint of black at the tips, a pale complexion as if she were snow white, and her fluffy kitsune tail the same color as her hair.

And the woman with a dress that reaches her ankles, her straps revealing her shiny golden shoulders connected to the chest of the garment, in the upper part of the torso some fine golden lines extend, marking the bust, reaching the waist, Its waist is a beautiful belt that shapes a triangle with several arcs until it reaches its vertex that is shaped like a four-pointed star. Up to the peplum, the color of the fabric is a daisy white, then fades to a midnight blue showing galaxies, stars, constellations and the milky ways. Her ballerinas (shoe type), as bright and transparent as crystal, with a royal blue color and a black gradient and a small pastel pink flower on the top of the shoe.

Her waist-length, light brown hair, with a blonde head of hair, waving in the breeze of the wind, with porcelain skin that made you think she was a doll, her eye color was royal blue with various shades like light blue. , red, pastel pink and aqua green forming a galaxy inside, and a bright turquoise white pupil in the shape of a 6-pointed star.

-Lady avatar, how are you going to prevent the Valhalla congress from unanimously to exterminate humanity? - he consulted frustrated and worried

-Relax my friend, for that I have a backup plan, but the problem is the enemy that is coming -

-The coming enemy? you mean the one from your visions my lady-

-That's right, and this enemy is gaining strength, I don't know if I can defeat it alone… since nobody seems to notice and the other gods don't want to listen to me- The woman commented angrily with her frown

-But my lady, the Valkyries, his brother and I are on her side-

The kitsune gave the woman a determined look and she saw this and answered him with a reassuring smile but with a bit of frustration in her voice.

-I know, but that's not enough, those fools are so focused on locking innocent people in tartar or wanting to exterminate an entire species because they don't like it anymore-

-Okay, don't worry, Your Excellency, today at midnight we will meet at the lake near the Bifröst, to continue with the plan-

-Very well, we'll see you there.-

Both deities left by their side, promising that they will meet at that time.

Now, returning to our protagonists…

The two teenagers looking very carefully at the television, the scene of buddha and loki:

Buddha, entering a rose garden in Valhalla, while he eats his celestial lollipop. Later, with a scene change showing Loki sitting on the edge of a fountain, the god of lies sees Buddha enter the place and says:

-Hey, I've been waiting for you Shaka-kun…-

The enlightened one approaches Loki, removes the lollipop from his mouth and responds with a small smile. -You wanna… fight?- Buddha told him, looking at him with a face like I'm going to kick your ass, and at that moment there was a tense atmosphere between the two gods. With death glares inciting a fight to start at any moment, but before that can happen, a baby-faced Loki who doesn't break a plate and with both hands raised replies:

-No, no! I just had one little question for you.-

At that moment he explains his "discovery" about the power of the Valkyries, the Völundr. While explaining his point of view, of how humans were able to resist the power of the gods to the point of killing them, he came to the conclusion about a power that is within Buddhism called Samavadhāna (Ichiren Takushou), within that mention Buddha bites his lollipop with little anger and Loki finishes explaining that the Valkyries unite their destiny with the fighter to become a divine treasure with the purpose of standing up to the gods.

-Oh, I'm sorry that took so long! So, what do you think, Shaka-kun?-

-You know… that wasn't even close to just one little question. In fact, it took so long, I didn't hear half of it. Give it to me in a sentence. Ya dig?-

I finish answering Buddha, sticking out his tongue with a small blue tint from the lollipop. Loki surprised by his response, laughs and says:

-Ha ha, oh right! I'm sorry! Then I'll get to the point… Are you a traitor?

Loki puts on a sinister smile, at the question he asked the enlightened one. - And what if I am?- Gautama answers, with a defiant smile at the accusation of the god of lies.

Y/N and Haku:- Aaaaaahh! Buddha is so cool! - we both shouted with emotion.

Loki:- What was that? - asked Loki

Haku:- Wait a minute… something is wrong. - said my best friend puzzled

Y/N:- I don't know Rick seems fake, what did we miss? This dialogue is not in the manga- I said confused

Loki:- Shaka-kun... is it one of your tricks?- consulted the deity of deceit Buddha: -That should be my line, you are the deity of lies and mischief, not me- he answered confidently with a raised eyebrow

At that moment, I realized that the Shuumatsu characters were listening to us, I looked at my best friend with a mischievous smile and he realized what he was going to do…

Haku:- Y/N don't do i… - he was interrupted by me

Y/N:- Look who's talking, the one who ended up SLEEPING with a horse to end up pregnant!

Loki:- who said that?! Come out of your cowardly hiding place; great this is the last straw! HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW THAT?! - said poor Loki all blushing Buddha:- ka ha ha ha! I like this person, I like your style girly! - replied Buddha happily

Haku:- ha ha ha! oh my god, what a shame! .- Haku said, while he laughed for a moment, his face showed a sign of pain, as if he had been hurt- argh!

Y/N:- Haku! What happened?! - ask anguished

Haku: -My vision becomes dark and I can't brea…- Haku answered me weakly and before finishing the sentence he fainted.

Y/N: Haku!?

Buddha:- Hey! What is happening there?-he asked the concerned air

At that time, my body felt weird, I was short of breath, I even felt more tired than usual, as if someone or something was absorbing my energy… I couldn't answer Shaka, was he worried about us? I wanted to answer but my voice couldn't come out, my body was losing strength and I started to fall.

Everything happened in slow motion, my vision blurred little by little, but I could notice Shaka worriedly shouting our names, and Loki, a little anguished, asking too, I'm glad they're trying to find us…

I wanted to tell them, no, I wanted to yell at them that I was in another dimension, that something is forcing us to faint… Shit, my vision was getting blacker and closer to the ground and I can't do anything to stop it.

In the end, I stopped hearing Shaka's and Loki's voices, as the vision went completely dark. At that moment, my eyes were closed but I couldn't feel anything, it's as if I was floating in a great suffocating void, since this feeling gives me a little anxiety and fear… did I die?

I don't want to die, I have many things to do! I don't want to leave my life yet, my parents, Haku, they all must be worried…

I was afraid to open my eyes to see only overwhelming darkness, but I plucked up my courage and opened my eyes… The first thing I see is that I am inside the water, how did I get to be at the bottom of the water?! I try to look around to find Haku, but all I see is a big blue horizon…

Oh no! I stayed thinking for too long that I just realized that I am short of breath, what am I going to do? I barely have the strength to swim, I won't make it to the surface in time, I don't want to die yet, I'm not giving up! And just when I was about to give up hope that I could save myself, I see a woman.

This lady, she dove from the surface until she swam up to me. Coincidentally she looked so much like me, she was so strange since she is like an EXACT copy of me, except for her hair color, and her eyes. This woman looked as refined and delicate as a porcelain doll, her long brown hair, blonde?, with eyes that were like seeing the universe in them, and wearing a long dress with small shades of pastel pink .

When "my other self" came towards me, suddenly a field of light formed around the two of us, and she looked at me with her galaxy eyes with great warmth, her delicate hands intertwined with mine, and she gave me a small kiss on the forehead. Then, without opening her mouth, she said these words to me:

-"Don't be afraid dear, you shouldn't be afraid of me. Promise me that NO MATTER what happens, never lose hope and you will always fight against evil in all its forms."-

I nodded several times, giving her to understand that she agreed with what she told me, but at the same time I didn't understand it very well, and "my other self" with a smile answered me with a kind of telepathy:

-"Very well, Y/N Yagami, it's time to wake up, V̴̢̿́̀̂̾̊͛̒̕ö҉ļ̴̬̜̫̣͉̜̞́͑ ██ !"-

Y/N:- WHAT?! - I gasped as air bubbles came out of my mouth.

Suddenly, I woke up in an elegant room, with ancient Greek architecture coming from a palace. The bed, had a Royal State Bed style with a white canopy with gold frames, its sheets were the same color as the canopy, at each corner of the bed there were transparent curtains and elegant as silk.

Trying to calm down for all the weird things that happened to me in less than 10 minutes? I slowly sit on the mattress and lean on the back of the bed to get a better panoramic view of where I was located. The whole room was as big as a penthouse at the Plaza Hotel; for a moment I felt like Macaulay Culkin, in my poor little angel 2, when he thinks out loud "my family is in Florida and I'm in New York" raising both eyebrows very funny.

In the end, I began to look at the room and noticed a balcony to the right of the room, where you could see a large green meadow in the distance and to my left in the background was a kitchen, then a table with chairs for tea … In short, everything was so refined that I could spend a whole day explaining how beautiful it is.

In a moment of reflection I asked aloud, to see if anyone was in the room:

Y/N:- Hello? Could someone tell me where I am? -

Then at that very moment, the door suddenly opened, and a girl with the appearance of a 15 or 16-year-old teenager, with short lilac-colored hair, emerald-colored eyes, wearing an orange jacket, a yellow jacket with a White shirt below, he also wears black shorts with a black mesh on his left leg which he ties with small suspenders, and on his right leg with an anklet and his Converse-style sneakers.

This girl sounds so familiar to me from somewhere, I have her name on the tip of her tongue… I already remembered it wasn't, Göll?!

She carried in her hands a tray, which had a vase with a white rose, cloths, and a glass of water. When Göll saw me sitting on the bed, she turned so pale that she dropped the tray from her hands in astonishment and cried out:

-S-sisters, she's already woken up! Warn Asclepio-sama, that her Excellency is aware!-

Göll:- Your Excellency, 6 months have passed since the accident you suffered near the lake! Now that he woke up from his coma, he will be able to save humanity from extinction, besides, we all miss him very much!" Göll sobbed, several tears streaming from his emerald eyes.

Y/N:- H..hey don't cry, how did I get to this place? and… what do you mean with that supposed accident in the lake? - ask curiously

Göll:- WHAT?! YOU DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING MILADY!?-I exclaimed scared

Y/N: -Oh Jeez! my eardrums… and why do you call me milady or his excellency? -I went back to consult the little valkyrie

Göll:- Because you are the highest authority of valhalla since the creation of the entire universe, one of your titles is your excellence, milady or lady avatar since you were the deity that generates the balance of dharma, karma and that the cycle of life is fulfilled correctly together with his brother Sora.- explained Göll with tenderness and admiration

Y/N: But… I'm not that person, it's a misunderstanding- I explained and then I said- Are you sure they didn't get the wrong person? -she finished asking him

Göll:- Of course you are mylady, we are not mistaken! Take I'll give you a mirror- she said worried

Göll handed me the mirror and at that moment I saw my face… without correction, the face of the woman I saw in the water. My hair color _ changed to this light brown blonde, my complexion was whiter, like I was a porcelain doll, my lips were thin in ulzzang style, and the only thing that stayed a bit the same were my eyes, exactly my color of eyes, but… they looked starry with a little blue glow. What the hell is going on?!

Great, now I'm living the typical cliché of a Webtoon manhwa, in which the main character is “reincarnated” in her favorite series. I mean, it's cool, I get to see my crush Buddha! the problem is… who is this woman and what role does she play? because she's not a canon character, and I don't even know what kind of relationship she has with the characters in the series. What if she hates or doesn't get along with Shaka? If that probability comes true and I find him… what the hell am I going to do?!

When I was about to have an existential crisis trying to figure out the identity of "my other self" and a future relationship with Shaka… The door of the room opens suddenly, revealing a tall man with a good complexion, his hair tousled with an ash blonde sky blue ahoge, medium cut with a long braided ponytail, tied with a tasseled headband. His face was stoic, the man's eyes showed such serenity that it seemed that nothing could get him out of that state, the hue of his irises was so extravagant that it showed an amber color combined with an emerald tone and his pupils were black. What stood out the most in his face was not only his eyes or his white complexion, but also that he had little gold-colored Harry Potter-style glasses that made him look like an adorable person.

In his right hand he held a golden staff, with a snake around it, his clothing was elegant in the ancient Greek style with various gold accessories matching the clothing and with his brown leather sandals.

From the cane and his clothing I could deduce that he was Asclepius, the deity of medicine, although he did not come alone… He was accompanied by a woman, the most important character in the Record of Ragnarok series, with an incredible design, her diva attitude and empowered and with such an imposing voice, thanks to seiyuu Miyuki Sawashiro. A woman hard to forget, the first Valkyrie, and the "creator" of the Ragnarok plan… Brunhilde.

Brunhilde:-Lady avatar, it's a miracle that she woke up!-She exclaimed happily.

Y/N:- Um… but I -I spoke uncertainly but before finishing the sentence the doctor interrupted me.

Asclepio: -His excellency, you must be confused and in shock due to the coma, it is understandable that you are disconcerted- Asclepio intervened

Göll:- Asclepius-sama! I was talking to lady avatar and she was always denying that she is not herself, I even told her about her responsibility as her deity and she still continues to affirm that she is not the avatar- Göll commented shocked.

Brunhilde:- What?! That's not possible Göll… -Brunhilde said and then I could hear her murmur in a very low tone, which neither Göll nor Asclepio heard- is the supposed plan b she told me about, is to enter amnesia? that makes no sense…

Asclepius:- Thank you Göll for reporting, that is one of the symptoms of amnesia, but we still cannot be sure, I will use my staff to verify it and give a diagnosis- the doctor calmly expressed, with a charismatic smile that could reassure To anybody.

When the medicine deity finished speaking, his staff began to glow and the staff snake began to coil around my body. In a moment the reptile finished coiling completely in my body, its eyes connected with mine and I suddenly entered a trance.

Every minute that I spent keeping my eyes on the snake, my head hurt more, it's like a feeling of discomfort and uncertainty. At times, I could watch my memories as if it were a movie; each time those memories became more vivid to a point that it seemed as if he had traveled back in time to live it again.

I even got to that memory in the water with "my other self", but just when he was going to speak to me by telepathy… the trance was suddenly cut off. Little by little, I began to see the luxurious room together with the worried faces of Göll and Brunhilde staring at me.

Asclepius's staff ceased to shine, and the serpent returned to the staff. The doctor's face was pensive, as if he had also seen my memories, his gaze was trying to find a logical explanation until his face suddenly became serious, as if he had found the answer in his head. .

Asclepius: "Please, Valkyrie ladies, leave me alone with the patient, I need to speak with his excellency," Asclepio said seriously with his head bowed.

Brunhilde:- Okay, let's go Göll- she answered courteously.

Göll:- Oh… they call us anything! - exclaimed the little Valkyrie a little indecisively.

They both left the room and closed the door. Leaving me alone with Asclepius, who had a face like this cannot be possible.

Y/N:-why did he ask to talk to me alone? - I consulted the doctor.

Asclepius:- First, put on these glasses, these lenses will help your sight to remain stable since your ocular powers are unstable and they have lost illumination, in this case it generates a slight myopia and astigmatism due to the fact that your soul is not the same that changes the flow of energy- explained Asclepio giving me a pair of round golden glasses.

Y / N: -Wait a minute… How did she have ocular powers and she was enlightened? -I asked puzzled

Asclepius:-That's right, the starry eyes of lady avatar were because she had reached enlightenment and that's how several of her ocular powers originated, one of them was precognition. I also want to tell you that her energy flow, that is, her Chi is different from the avatar. The vital energy of the person in this body is no more and the only thing left to continue living is his own, the problem with this is that I don't know what kind of side effects I could have from this… -he explained to me embarrassed.

Asclepius:- Besides, when the snake saw her memories, nothing matched her memory of her excellence and the only memory that showed the avatar I couldn't see because there was something that had thrown us out of there. Not only her memory is different, but her soul as well, this is much more complex than an "amnesia", she had never seen anything like this…-

Y/N:- I did understand, you don't have the slightest fucking idea how I got here and that's not all… Now I became your new portable battery of this body and the consequences that this could cause you don't know. If you, how the deity of medicine does not know because he never saw a case like this, who could help me? - I said desperately

Asclepius:- The only theories that occur to me are that someone or something has done an experiment with the soul of the avatar and yours… Or that someone of the same rank as her, has a plot to make her go through "amnesia" or that she doesn't is in his right mind. The problem is that we don't know why this happened and why.- Asclepius explained with doubt and concern.

Asclepius:- Although I warn you, be careful with all the gods or entities of any kind, because if they realize that you really are not who you say you are, and that it is a human soul taking her place… I don't know what atrocious things they could do to you .- Asclepio warns seriously and then he affectionately told me- But you can rest easy, as a doctor, this is between patient and doctor, and if you need help with anything or information I will give it to you without hesitation- he finished speaking to me with determination and a sincere smile.

Y/N:- Thank you very much Asclepius, I thank you very much since you do not have the obligation to help me and… - the doctor interrupts me

Asclepius:- Of course not! Not only do I do this for my duty as a doctor, but I am also a human and always doing good is returned to you.- he affirmed with enthusiasm and then with a bit of shyness he said- Besides, I have a good feeling about you and there is something that I cannot explain through science that you transmit to me a kind of… confidence? I don't know how to explain it, I'm sorry if it sounded very strange ha ha ha-

Y/N:- ha ha ha, it's okay and how are you going to explain to others about my "condition"? And do you know the real name of the real woman in this body?

Asclepius:- I will tell you that her diagnosis is Amnesia and I don't know her real name, there are some deities that do know but cannot pronounce it because it is part of one of the rules of the Valhalla protocol, it was rumored that the only exception to the rule was his twin brother Sora, but after the accident at the lake he is missing…- commented Asclepio

Y/N: - I understand… is this Sora still missing? - I asked Aesculapius

Asclepius:- Unfortunately yes… it would be better if I called Brunhilde and Göll since they must be very worried- Asclepius commented

Y/N: - Yes… you're right - I said

Asclepius got up and went to the door. When he opened it, he didn't even have time to say “you can come in now” as all the valkyries pushed poor Asclepius away and rushed towards me to position themselves around the bed. All with tears in their eyes, except Brunhilde since she had seen me before and she had a small warm smile on her face.

Brunhilde:- Asclepio-sama, what is your excellency's diagnosis? Is it so serious that she preferred to discuss it first with the avatar and then with us? - I ask worried

Reginleif:-Our sister Brunhilde is right, does she have a serious pathology and why are her eyes not the same color? - consulted with seriousness and concern the seventh valkyrie

Asclepius:- In principle, lady avatar has amnesia, I was able to verify it with my staff and her memory is blank. There are no memories… I'm sorry, you should be patient with her and regarding her eyes, she lost light due to amnesia and her vital energy flows differently, causing her ocular powers to affect her sight, causing myopia and astigmatism. Asclepius explained calmly.

Randgríðr: That's why the glasses, right? - commented the fourth valkyrie with curiosity

Asclepio:- That's right, these glasses are special since the lenses adapt to the graduation corresponding to the user, they can also change to a dark lens to protect their eyes from the sun, when the user wishes- Asclepio answers with a stoic expression

Hrist:- She doesn't remember us…- said the second Valkyrie with a voice about to break into tears.

Göll:- S-sister Hrist… - Göll stammered, as sad as Hrist

Brúðr:- You two must remain strong in front of your excellency, the one with the amnesia is her… The one who is suffering the most in this situation.- she whispered to the two tenderly

Asclepio:- If something happens or you have a new symptom, let me know immediately and for now you shouldn't bother her with suddenly remembering her memories, since her mind has suffered a lot and her vital energy too.- Asclepio informed and then politely says- With your permission, your excellency and valkyries, I retire.-

Immediately after, the doctor leaves the room and the 13 Valkyries are quite affected by the situation, all with various mixed feelings about my presence, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable. Until Alvitr, the tenth of the Valkyries exclaimed in encouragement:

-"Hey! We should be happy because she woke up from the coma, not sad, this is not a wake!"-

Hlǫkk:- Alvitr is right, we should celebrate it. Let's go prepare a tea party in commemoration that our lady is with us safe and sound!- said Hlǫk, the enthusiastic ninth valkyrie

Brúðr:- Of course I do, come on sisters!- Brúðr proclaimed with joy

The 12 Valkyries left the room excited to celebrate the return of "my other self" and the only one who stayed was Brunhilde. She looked at me seriously, and she could see the guilt I have on my face, then the first Valkyrie closed the door and then went to sit next to me…

Brunhilde:- Now that it's just you and me… Let's talk honestly, who are you? -Brunhilde asked and then said the following- because YOU are not lady avatar, her personality, her appearance, even her body language is not the same, you are completely different from her and it is obvious that you do not have amnesia.

Y/N:- It's okay, it's very hard to believe but I need you to believe me, I really have no idea how I got here and I don't intend to lie to you or your sisters either, because I'm not that kind of person.-I explained with sincerity and seriousness in my voice, after that I took a deep breath to calm down and declare the following- My true identity is…

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PHEW, The first chapter is finally over! Wow I really worked hard at this job… For those who don't know, the word avatar comes from the Sanskrit avatâra, which means 'descent or incarnation of a god'. In this sense, Hinduism conceives of the avatar as a divine being who descends to earth in the form of a person, animal or any other type of body, with the purpose of reestablishing dharma, or divine law, and saving the world from disorder and the confusion generated by the demons. Like, the deity Vishnu, for example, has had many avatars, and, according to the Hindus, has undergone many incarnations.

I also put Asclepius in this story and since he is not a canonical character… I described him as I could imagine it in anime style. I hope you liked it! (T ▽ T *)

ps: If I have a spelling mistake in this language, I have no problem telling me since English is not my native language. I hope I wrote the characters well! I also put several movie or meme references in the dialogue between Haku and Y/N, even when she narrates. (// ¯ ▽ ¯ //) ps 2: In one part I start to completely describe "the other Y / N," when he is talking to her companion … I'm sorry if I made you dizzy I wanted to be as detailed as possible with her.

♡ Ok that's it! ♡

Have a nice day, afternoon or night!

~Reiko Yukimura~

[undercover-author]

Marble Hornets + UnderTale soul color assignment list!!

Jay: Red - Determination.

No matter what, he never gave up, for better ... Or worse. Even before he was shot, he called out to Alex, determined to reason with him and to solve things non-violently. Though, because of this, his determination wound up being his downfall. Didn't anyone ever tell him that too much of a virtue could be a vice?

Masky: Orange - Bravery.

He certainly was brave, alright. Bravery isn't the lack of fear. No, true bravery is perseverance through your fears. Along with that, Masky's first solution to any problem is to tackle it. If that's not bravery, and maybe a little bit of stupidity, I don't know what is.

Alex: Yellow - Justice

While yes, Alex is a murderer; he was, in his own, sick and twisted way, looking for justice. He believed that because of this fact, his actions were justified. My opinions on Alex Kralie are a topic for another day, but I will say, I do not think he is a good person, nor do I think he was justified. Nonetheless, he tried to kill Tim in the name of justice. He tried to kill everyone he knew had the Operator Sickness to destroy the Operator. For Justice.

Jessica: Green - Kindness

I was tempted to assign her integrity, but she did lie to Jay a few times. Reasonably so, since at the time she had no idea who she was. But she was one of the kindest people in the whole series. She got a call from a stranger about her missing roommate and upon hearing that Amy was, in fact, not with Alex, she was willing to go to great lengths to help find her. The last thing we hear from her is that she wanted to meet Jay, asking where he was. Then, when Tim had fallen to the ground in a coughing fit, she asked, "Should I call an ambulance?!" She resembles true kindness in the hellish world that is Marble Hornets

Hoodie: Cyan - Patience

Oh, this man is nothing if not patient. Maybe a little god comlex-y but that's... actually, no, that's a part of my point. Hoodie seemed to feel that he was both in control of everything and in control of nothing. To me, he seemed to set up pieces and wait for them to all fall into place. He'd post a cryptic totheark entry and wait for Jay to crack the code. He'd lure people to places and wait for them to find whatever he sent them there for. He was patient with Jay and how thick his skull could be. Though, he was less patient with Tim in season three, when his control began to slip out of his hands, Hoodie still tried to give him time. Even in the end, when his fate was expressly clear, he simply waited for his time and when it came he let go.

Brian: Blue - Integrity

I define integrity with the definition I was told in the second grade; Doing the right thing, even when no one is watching, even when nobody asks. Now, originally, I was going to assign Brian kindness. He and Jessica would have been switched. But, going off the definition I just gave, kindness would be encompassed into it. I would like to say Brian had a lot of integrity. He invited Alex to go with himself and Tim to dinner, he auditioned for Marble Hornets in the first place, wishing to help his friend with his project, so on. But I'd like to turn your attention to entry 51, this is where I feel Brian's integrity is on full display. He is anxious about trespassing, but still wants to help Alex. Once he wakes up, though, what is his main concern? Finding Alex, likely to make sure he's okay. What does he do when he discovers Tim? Brian rushes to his side with worry very clear in his voice. He even tries to help him up to get Tim the fuck outa there. (It's very likely not Tim, rather being Masky, but not the point here.) Brian could have just as easily ran the hell away, but he wanted to help his friends, even if it was risky one way or another.

Tim: Purple - Knowledge

Prefacing this with the fact that I know the canon virtue for the purple soul is perseverance and while, yes, that would fit Tim, I personally like to say it's knowledge because determination and perseverance are essentially the same thing and I think knowledge or curiosity would fit the items better.

With this one, I'd like to focus on the fact that from the start, Tim had more knowledge than he let on. Of course, it was limited due to his amnesia and, for the sake of debate, dissociation. In this paragraph, we are separating Masky from Tim and going along with the popular theory that Tim has Dissociative Identity Disorder because that is how I, personally perceive his character. But, time and time again, it's hinted that Tim knows so much more than he lets Jay see and eventually, we, too, come to know most, if not all of what he went through and the knowledge he kept

BONUS!!

Seth: Blue - Integrity

Seth really was just trying to help Alex out. Even after Alex's whole blow up at him, he still apologized.

Sarah: Cyan - Patience

If there was a color for sass, I'd give her that, but working with hot-headed Kralie, you know damn well she had to have a hell of a lot of patience working with him

Amy: Green - Kindness

Even after Alex lied to her however many times she did, she still stayed with him. It caused her premature death, but until the very end, all she ever did was love him. GOD I LOVE AMY

Tunnel Guy: Blue - Integrity

This man saw a stranger in a tunnel and went to try and help him since he was concerned for Alex's wellbeing. This man!! Saw a total stranger!! And tried to help him!! AND HE GOT KILLED FOR IT!!! BRUHH???

[bad12amcomic]

Hello hello hello hello!!

I have been obsessed with all of your comics and,, perhaps if you would like,, I would love to know what goes through your head when you make these? What are details you're really excited about that maybe you're worried the viewers will miss? What was your favorite part of the sleeping in the flowers comic?

Or just talk abt whatever!! I just want to hear your thoughts :D

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 SOBS YOURE SO SWEET???? honestly the only reason why I took so long to answer this was mainly because I just wanted to keep your ask in my inbox like a creep and that I had tried to answer this 3 separate times but Tumblr threw a hissyfit

Uh I guess since you’re indulging me I will indulge you… I tend to prioritize the visual aspect of the comic a LOT more than anything else, (I was super happy when people complimented me on my paneling hehe) so I will go through a rough draft of figuring where I want the camera to go and then go “no that’s stupid”, erase it, start over again until my brain and eyes agree that yeah that comprehensible (one of the flower comic pages took me 5 tries to get right each time from scratch lololol). (This is also the section where I am screaming the most because I hate lineart and anything I line looks murky and unclear so I grapple my friends to ask them to validate me)

And then the colors, and this is where I try working out my symbolism muscles and show off because so far this has been a lot of the characters sitting around and talking which isn’t bad but this probably could’ve been a fic if I was a writer. For the flower comic it was basically green and red which are complimentary colors obviously [Green is obviously Scar’s color but they’re literally at his base where everything was hand built and tended to by him and Grian who is red like his feelings would’ve stood out is he wasn’t playing it cool and camouflaged behind his really big green hat and the hat provides shelter from the sun depriving his sweater feelings flowers from being fed because turns out scars color is also yellow because yellow and blue make green and the few times that grian does look at scar is enough to saturate grow feed the feelings flowers sweater and they are almost allowed to be in bloom but Grian is a trooper emotionally repressed but a trooper and he is hiding from the yellow but sir cannot ignore such a tempting request to stay from his complimentary and did anyone notice scars speech bubbles shedding light on his sweater when he asks I blame Crow and Eirian for enabling me on that that was so gay anyways BOOM BOOM BOOM look the all encompassing green finally fulfills its role as the backdrop as all of the colors feelings thoughts come into view wow look the yellow comes in too because while grian has been looking at the yellow scar has been facing away from it]

I guess if I was worried about anything the viewers were going to miss (I was excited that people liked the texturing, flowers in general the greater structure of the comic) was that they were going to miss the subtext that even though Scar looked like he knew what was going on and was trying to tease Grian he was very much in the dark. (I was kinda proud of the frame after the panel where Scar’s smile falters) Looking back, I probably didn’t pull it off anyways but at the time of posting I thought if there was a viewer who hasn’t read the fic the comic was based on it would suck if they didn’t catch that.

So uh yeah (jazz hands) a lot of run on sentences. I usually add a drawing to an ask so uh have this doodle I did when I actually had an intervention with a couple of friends in the server I was streaming drawing the big flower panel at 2 AM. (70% of the flowers in that panel were hand drawn :D)

[knowledgeatbargainprices]

Technically, Color

So I finally got off my butt and decided to develop color film. The last time I did it, it half worked okay, and was half a disaster. This time... it was half okay and half a disaster. I don't know if I'll ever develop color at home again. I just kinda really hate it.

But I had an odd number of 135 rolls, and since my tank takes 2 rolls of 135 at once, I figured might as well thaw something to shoot.

What is this? This is Kodak Vision3 2383. I can't find a lot of info on it, but apparently it was a duplicating film, and as a consequence of that, it is

super blue, (of course it's yellow, but converted, that's blue)

slow as a sloth on a holiday

Is it a color film? Looking at the pictures, I'd be tempted to say that it's not. Slam that saturation down, go with black and white. But wait... those tail lights.

Hmmm. A little better, but still not convincingly color.

Meh, probably as "color" as it gets.

Yeah, this film is WEIRD. I think since this was a duplicating film designed to counteract orange film bases, it makes sense that things are tinted super blue.

I think there's a cinema film that's also labeled Kodak 2383 that's like a fully chromatic cinema film, and then there's the duplicating stuff. But again, very little documentation on either.

Oh look a bit of "green"(?) in the tree. I also struggled a lot to color balance the shots since there's no way to index it on what the scene is... supposed... to look like, and the film base washed out clear, so I couldn't even use that as a white point.

But what about the other thing I mentioned? Its slowness? Is it iso 100? iso 50? iso 12?

Try 3. Yup. iso 3.

Since my only 35mm camera on hand was the Mercury II (half-frame by Univex), I shot wide open at f/2.7 all the time, and adjusted my shutter speed between 1/30th to 1/60th, most of the time staying at 1/40. Just barely hand-holdable.

Look at these shots though! There's still so little grain for being half-frame shots.

Anyway, those are all my shots. Would I shoot this again? Ehhhhhh no. The results are too experimental for me, and honestly, I don't mind some film grain all that much. I'm glad I had this experience though. Super weird film.

[darlingdelilah1978writingblog]

CHAPTER 1: AS IT BEGAN

Mustapha's P.O.V

"There's nothing like people watching, Am I right?" Deaqe spoke through a devilish grin before taking a swig of mead from the flask that was in his hand.

"Hey save sore for the rest of us who would want a drink" Meadow playfully punched the pixie hybrid in the arm.

"Alright, alright, alright here you didn't have to bitch and moan" Deaqe smirked as he handed the flask to the pixie.

"What are you thinking about Mustapha?" Harold looked at me as I drew my knees to my chest.

"A lot of things Harold my dear changing " I shrugged.

"Thinking about your exile again?" Meadow fiddled with the top of the flask before taking a swig.

I nodded as I kept my eyes fixated on the glade and continued to watch the throng grow larger by the minute. "I can't believe it's been five years since then".

"Now I think about it I think we all met at the same time or not long after Mustapha was saved by Lady Satine" Deaqe sat back on his hands.

"I think that as well" Harold drew in his thin twig-like legs and rested his chin on his knees.

" I know it's nice that we are reminiscing about how we met, but, Can we go over the plan, please? It's complicated and confusing" Meadow finally let go of the bottle.

I turned to the three of them. "Alright, the plan is at the stroke of midnight the Fairy Feller will come in his mighty axe along with walnut and as he strikes the said nut Harold will create a diversion with his horn, then you and Deaqe will cause mayhem of course while I slither my way down into the throng and snatch the vial that's when we'll meet at the rendezvous point if we don't get caught by the guards".

"That seems simple enough I guess" Meadow shrugged as he picked up the bottle once again then took a swig.

"Now that we got that settled hand me that bottle before that thing bone dry" I spoke with a smirk as I stretched out my hand waiting for him to give it to me.

Meadow handed me the bottle before I took a large swig of the Bijou wine that was in the leather-bound bottle.

"May I suggest that you keep your wits about because we can't get this done if you just sit around and get shitfaced" Harold rose to his feet.

"Come on dear don't be so stiff it's okay have a while we wait" I stretched the bottle that was in my hand up towards him.

"Alright you got me" Harold rolled his eyes as he grabbed the bottle from me.

"There you go mate" Deaqe spoke through a half grin as he watched Harold take one large swig.

As I sat in my spot a figure dressed in an all-deep red wine-colored ensemble marched to the beat of the ceremonial drums playing behind it. As the figure continued to make its way across the glade and down to the long table that was covered with a magnificent cloth that had all seven flags of the seven nations of Rhye, several figures were dressed in Royal Blue, Green, Dark Purple, Orange, Yellow, Magenta, and White followed suit behind it.

Meadow rose to his feet and pointed into the glade."Okay I know the Blue are Mages, Yellow are Apothecary, and Magenta are Warlocks and witches but, Who's in the other colors?".

"If I'm mistaken Green are Sorcerers, Dark Purple are Astrologers,   Orange are Elementals and White are Seers" Harold did the same.

"I'm guessing the red is the mayor then" Deaqe looked at me as I rose to my feet and dusted myself off.

"Indeed it is the mayor darling and now it's just game before the Fairy Feller arrives" I put my hands on my hips.

"Who has the vile?" Meadow rose to his feet.

"That Apothecary on the left there he has what we need"  I pointed into the clearing as a smirk crept onto my face.

"I've seen some of the work that Lady Satine has done I think this could be the cure Rhye needs in the future" Harold took another swig out of the wine bottle.

As the sun began to set on the horizon the throng dubbed in size as folks waited to see Lord and Lady Fahrenheit the sovereigns of Gaith. I must say the festival was pretty tempting but I knew that I had to stay focused. Once at the stroke of midnight ceremonial bagpipes and drums began to play as the Fairy Feller entered the glade, the throng cheered as the sovereigns of Gaith exited the chariot and made their way to the thrones that were on the platform behind the table. Beside them was a woman who looked like his grandma but dressed in an avant-garde ensemble.

I turned to the three of them. "Show time darlings you know what to do. Meadow and Deaqe you two go along down there and man your stations while Harold and I wait for Miles to arrive".

"Well, you don't have to wait any longer my friend because look who just walked in" Deaqe rose to his feet and gave Miles a small casual nod.

Miles returned the nod and gave me a wink which I also returned.

"I can't believe you bribed this man to help us" Harold put down the bottle and exchanged it for his trumpet.

"Miles is an alchemist who's at risk of losing his laboratory so I offered him this gig" I grinned to myself watching Miles walk about the festival grounds. "Now ahead you two I'll be right behind you" I looked at Deaqe and Meadow.

"Alright good luck you guys" Meadow winked at the two of us before leaving the hill that we were on and making their way into the festival grounds.

"Go ahead I got this Mustapha" Harold looked at me and gave me a quick small nod.

"See you at the rendezvous point dear" I gave him a small grin before walking off of the hill and getting into my position waiting for Harold's signal.

I watched the Fairy Feller place the walnut on a stone slab and lift his axe above his head when I heard Harold's translation, echo through the glade when I put up my hood before hearing.

" What was that?",

"Was that a trumpet?".

"We're under attack!".

"Run for your lives!".

As so with that chaos ensued as I slithered through the festival grounds making my way to the Apothecary that was ahead of me by a few yards when I heard.

"Guards get that changing on top of the hill" Lord Fahrenheit's voice echoed over shrieking.

I looked back as I continued to slither my way toward the Apothecary. "No, no, no" I uttered under my breath as I watched the guards head towards Harold. but I couldn't watch any further, because I had to keep my eyes on the prize, and that prize was the vile Maggiore serum the thing that could power Lady Chandra's brand-new carriage.

As I made my way through I found myself only a few yards away from the Apothecary. Once I got close enough, I took the opportunity to pit pocket the vial and slipped it into my coat pocket, after I obtained the serum vile I heard the Apothecary spit. "Hey, you there get back here!".

I ran into a campsite took one of the horses and rode into the forest when I ran out of options for places to hide fear struck me as streaks of magenta swirled around me and I knew I had no chance to hide the vile so I fished it out of my pocket popped the cork and swallowed the contents inside. As the contents slithered down my throat it felt like it was on fire when I heard the pulsing of wings flapping and I looked up to see Harold, hovering in the air.

"It's about time you showed up!" I spoke with a grin of relief.

"Come to the rendezvouses points is due east!" Harold spat as he pointed in the general direction. "There's a shortcut follow me. Hopefully, we will lose these warlocks" He motioned me to follow him.

Moments later we entered a valley leading to the fae village of Myriani which was just down the trail and just a short time later, the two of us arrived at the rendezvous point which was Wolfsard Island as Harold and I came up on the alehouse I just got to get the horse and wing to get in the alley with Harold following shortly behind. Once we were in the alley we began to wait for Meadow and Deaqe when beads of sweat began to roll down my face as a wave of nausea washed over me and my vision began to go in an ounce of focus.

"Mustapha, Are you alright?" Harold's words swam through my ears.

I let out a cry of sheer agony as I felt my belly churning in knots I saw a head in the alley coming towards us then everything turned black.

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Of all the things he could have imagined would adorn your body in that instance, he didn't imagine that the yellow sundress—his favorite, by the way—would be the chosen one, and more so in the presence of his best friend. He's tempted to back out of that deal; not to twist his arm willingly even if he is the cause of Suguru's blue balls. However, at the same time, he wants this to be a small test of probabilities.

A study where the subjects are unaware of his experimentation.

His beefy arms wrap around your frame, resting his chin on your shoulder. He can see Geto from this position, with that hungry gaze and that dark look of which you seem ignorant. He allowed himself to move up one of his hands to hold your hair in his grip, kissing your lower lip, his orbs focused on his opponent. “I missed you too, precious. Have you been a good girl in my absence?” He pressed your lips together lightly, just so you'd feel the brush. And cause a provocation. His hands had descended (releasing his grip) to settle on your buttocks, performing a pressure, enlarged palms massaging your cheeks while he could feel needles in his complexion. “A little birdie told me your work is going uphill lately, mh-mh. Am I going to have to fight Utahime for the place of your top priority, or would you force me to buy your hotel so that you have to be around me all the time?”

He knew what he was doing. His office was suddenly too warm, footsteps becoming audible as the opposite couch was suddenly empty, Getou bursting the atmosphere as he cocked his head to the side feigning ignorance. His smile was friendly on the surface, but upon closer inspection, the predatory overtones were visible. It was obvious what was going on.

A rivalry had broken out, and there was only one way to make amends.

“Jazmín.” His velvety tone broke through the comfort of your conversation and daring touches before his eyes. If anything, he would take advantage of your shyness, scrutinizing you to feel the weight of his desire. Probably, if your formulation of events were accurate, you would see clearly how much Geto is holding back from pouncing on you and slipping his hand under your dress, ripping off your lovely panties. What color would they be? Do you like pink? Or black? Would you have a lovely ribbon down the center, or would he find red lingerie? He wants to know everything, especially if he has you gagged with his heavy cock on your pretty tongue, your lips stained with his cum. “I'm fine now that I finally get to see you, sweetheart. Although, of course, I'm surprised Satoru didn't tell you I was here... After all, he was the one who offered for us to share time together. The three of us. You know how he is. Always wanting to keep his two favorite people together, don't you, Satoru?”

His closed-eyed smile hid the malice in his tone, the white-haired man's daggers being useless in the face of his charm.

He had to resign himself to let out a sigh at your new question, looking between you and Geto, not knowing the reason why his morbid curiosity was so dangerous. His longing to see his best friend fucking you had become a particular whim, driving him up a wall with no escape when his decision came in full force, the smile on his lips as mischievous as that of his companion.

He held your wrist gently, leading you to the couch, settling you between his legs as if you had belonged there since the beginning of time.

Before offering a reply, he held your chin subtly, forcing you to look at him. “You don't interrupt anything. As Suguru says, there was a slight change of plans. It's time for you to get to know each other better.” His nose nestled into your neck, sniffing you, his hands moving up from your soft, smooth thighs to the edge of your dress, lifting it gently. He looked down at the new lingerie set, and had to close his eyes, say three prayers, and return to his orbit, because there was no way... That this was intentional. “... I see you brought me a little gift as well.” He whispered, his voice a low octave. “Or brought us a little gift.”

Surely you had been a bit thrown off by the plural suggestion, so clarification was immediate as you visualized Geto once again. He was removing his jacket, setting it down on the chair and positioning himself in at the opposite end from Satoru, holding your legs and deciding to prop them up on his own lap, leaving you settled and reclining on your boyfriend's chest. 

(If it went well, he would be called your boyfriend, too.)

The massage on your dermis was set in motion, his concentration plausible as he raised both eyebrows. “Oh, Satoru. Do you want to scare her? Don't be so blunt when you speak. She's trembling like a scared little bunny. I bet she thinks we want to ravish her.” He flashed his pearly smile, climbing up and up, stopping at your knees. “You trust us, don't you, honey? You know we just want to reward you. We've heard about all your new connections, and you work so hard… You must be so tired.”

Satoru finished by pulling up your dress, showing Geto your lingerie. The erection was squeezing his pants and rubbing against your ass, a vivid sign of what was to come, his guttural laughter rumbling through space at the sentences being uttered. Of course. 

Good cop, and bad cop.

Looks like he must be the bad cop this time.

“Suguru, do you think she deserves to be rewarded? Just look at her lingerie. She's practically begging us to abuse her little holes until we make her cry and moan. Only bad girls look for provocative methods to get what they want.” He spread your legs with both hands, forcing Suguru to lean forward, one enlarged palm reclining over Satoru's as his cheek rested on the inside of your thigh. “Come on. Take a closer look at her. She sure has been wet since she entered the building. Isn’t that so lewd and slutty? Perhaps we should consider punishment instead.”

He could feel your trembling complexion, but Satoru would never initiate something he knew you couldn't handle. If this wasn't to your liking, he could stop at any time. He had no particular problem fucking you at his desk and getting Suguru out of his office. 

A part of him, nevertheless, is almost certain, even before he whispers in your ear:

“Princess,” a hint of warning on the tip of his tongue, the fabric returning to cover your body a little, Suguru still watching you from below with hungry, heavy eyes. His tongue promises wonder, and Satoru's promises torment. It all falls to your hands as your chin is held, your eyes riveted on the white-haired man's. “You want to fuck Suguru, don’t you?”

The tone was forceful, and two ghoulish smiles regarded you with amusement, ready to devour you.

Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto.

To be honest, nothing could have prepared her for this precise moment, although she could not say that the whole situation was unpleasant for her, quite the contrary actually.

Geto Suguru was a mysterious man in the eyes of everyone else, with a sharp tongue and a personality along with a type of words that could leave your legs shaking in a second, and she was no exception. Every word penetrated her ears as if it were the melodious song of a siren that instantly hypnotized her, telling her exactly what to do and making her succumb in a instant.

The girl would be lying if she said she didn't find him attractive, shit no— she was incapable of even making the attempt. Still remembering, playing in her head like a broken record, the way he looked at her the night they met, her eyes couldn't leave his figure either during the whole time. Curiosity prickled her insides, and there was a feeling of wanting to know him a little bit more with each little encounter, a building tension that was bound to break at any moment.

Still it wasn't that her own boyfriend wasn't enough, but there was that little and devilish voice in her left shoulder telling her that two were better than just one.

And although she had always sensed that tension between her Satoru and the raven-haired one, it wasn't something that she couldn't voice it out loud to the first mentioned, until this exact moment, of course. So this situation was simply perfect, just as her deepest fantasies would have imagined. Even better.

Every sentence by the two men made her heart pump blood to every part of her body rapidly, starting a second beat between her trembling legs as she tried to concentrate on both of them, but it was such an overwhelming sensation that it left her head spinning.

"Shit...," she bites her lip at the million dollar question. Stifling a soft moan as Satoru's erection poked her ass, and out of instinct she rubs herself lightly over his covered cock in an attempt to feel a little more of the albino.

Her eyes travel to the one in front of her, his warm breath hitting her skin causing a current of shivers to run down her spine. A heat burning her insides and the terrible feeling that her clothes were already beginning to bother her was triggering.

Stealthy fingers tangled in Suguru's black hair, massaging his scalp until she felt him sigh for her palm to descend to his hot cheek, gently caressing it, only causing that feeling of wanting more to increase. And at this point the answer was more than obvious to all three of them with those slight touches.

"I want to fuck him.", her voice came out slowly as she addresses Satoru, lips almost touching and moving from them to his piercing blue eyes. "I'm gonna fuck him, and you're gonna watch— but I bet you'll like that, don't you?"

The hand that was free plays with the edge of her black panties still covering her pussy. There's a choked gasp, her head drooping against her boyfriend's shoulder as she closes her eyes with a slight frown, exposing her glistening cunt to a pair of hungry eyes. A thin, transparent thread of arousal hanging from the lace fabric still connected to her pulsing center, making them both see how wet she was from just a couple of playful words, exactly like they said.

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Artem Wing and his s/o confessing at the same time pt. 1

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Grammatical errors probably

Notes: blushy artem is best artem, and we have celestine being the best wingwoman again

enjoy an amusement park date with Artem <3

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

If it had been any other person, they would be home right now.

but not him.

Even now, as the looming hours of the night began to tick, he sits at his swivel chair, busied with the love of his life called paperwork.

"Aren't you overworking yourself?" He looked up from his papers to see Celestine waltzing inside his office with documents in hand.

The question should've made him stop and think to at least consider getting rest, but no, we're talking about Artem the workaholic here.

He has heard Celestine's question directed at him for the past few days, and from different people at that.

"Overworking means I have more time to double-check these documents," Artem said as he reached out for the folder that Celestine brought over, "Don't you think it's pretty convenient?"

"Artem," She started with concern in her blue-green eyes, "I know you're trying to distract yourself."

Artem was silent for a few moments before coughing, "Whatever do you mean? There's nothing I have to distract myself from." He said with complete calmness in his voice that he could even fool himself.

"You don't have to hide it, you know? I see the way you look at them," She smiled as she recalled the lingering stares and soft smiles setting display into Artem's face when he's around his colleague "The way you act around Y/N." she added with a hint of teasing.

The mention of your name seemed to short-circuit Artem's brain, Celestine took advantage of this with delight.

"Also... They've been getting friendly and close with that new employee.." She puts her hands on her chin, thinking.

Earlier today, she caught Artem's looks of distraught while his eyes were on you and the new guy. You were having a friendly conversation.

Too friendly.

After that, The youngest senior attorney even requested you to work with him at his desk, claiming that he, quote "needs to keep close tabs on the files that Y/N is handling." end quote.

but Celestine knew better.

Jealous is the only word that can describe how Artem was acting. She decided she will push his buttons tonight.

"Aren't you... threatened?" She beamed at him, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

"They've been on your mind lately, I reckon."

"..."

"They're getting closer with each other, don't you think?"

"..."

Hopeless. Celestine thought.

To say that she's frustrated with this whole situation surrounding the two of you is an understatement. Everyone in your circle clearly sees it - you and Artem like each other.

In the way he bought cake for the whole office that one afternoon the day after an episode of an office drama aired, or in the way that he went out of his way to take care of you in the hospital when you overworked yourself to sickness, or in the way you blushed around each other, the lingering touches, oh the lingering touches. It was all obvious.

The both of you spend your time together more than anyone else, everyone thinks your blooming affections were inevitable at this point. Solving controversial cases meant having the mental and emotional intimacy to get to know each other better compared to your average professional relationship.

You don't see each other as "working partners" anymore, it's clear that you guys want each other as a different kind of partner.

It was known to everyone except for the two of you, apparantly.

Celestine sighed before rummaging through the magazine shelf in the office, grinning when she found what she's looking for.

Artem shot her a look of suspicion. He has a bad feeling about this.

"There." She said with satisfaction before dropping the magazine into his desk.

The magazine lays there, with an eye-catching font and colorful cover page, Artem blushes as his eyes read, 100 cute date ideas...

Judging from the cover, the magazine might actually be useful when giving date suggestions. Under the big font however, there was a smaller text that read, Your significant other is waiting!

What is this...

"I'm sorry but I have work to finish." He tried his best to unsee what he just saw, and decided to turn his focus on the headache of workload in front of him instead.

Celestine raised her eyebrows at him with a frown, "Don't be stubborn now, I'm your boss, I'm giving you both a day-off tomorrow. I mean, you haven't used your day-off at all ever since you started working here. So please. " Her voice is laced with concern.

He looked away with a sentimental look in his eyes, "You don't have to do this for me. I'm fine with... Giving them affection without them realizing it."

Celestine just frowns deeper.

"Come on now Artem, doesn't it sound tempting to you?" She clasped her hands and continued a little too excitedly like a schoolgirl in love, "Having alone time with Y/N, finally asking them out on the date so the other guys threatening your future can back off."

It does sound tempting, Artem admits.

He looked away with reddened cheeks, "I'll think about it."

He doesn't need to look at Celestine to know she's sporting a big grin right now.

Later that night on his bed, his mind keeps flashing images of you. You, wearing a big, warm smile on your face. You, with your little mannerisms that he came to memorize from hours of being with you. Every little thing, every moment, as long as it's with you, he cherishes it.

Oops. The butterflies are starting.

He didn't mind.

You looked stunning today, but then again, he finds you stunning everyday.

When was I this cheesy? He thought to himself.

His thoughts kept racing with reveries about you when a new image interrupted every nice thought.

It was of you and the new employee laughing together.

He frowned and his stomach churns.

"Are they interested in each other?" He finds himself asking the wind. His mind was reeling.

He thinks about the time when he first heard you say that you were married to your work. Surely, you aren't interested in being in a relationship with some guy, right?

Right?

Groaning, he then realized that he needs to make a move now before it's too late.

To him, you're the loveliest person he's ever met, your kindness, your welcoming smile, the passion that you present when you're in the court, the way you always remain headstrong no matter how many people clash with you and try to break your principles.

The only one that occupies his heart, you.

Artem is sure he won't regret giving you his feelings, and eventually, reveal them.

He got up from his bed and sent a glare at the magazine that is now resting on the lamp table beside his bed, mocking him. He picked it up with less hesitation than before.

'What should I choose?' Artem asked himself before flipping the pages, a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

This is a big step for him, and he wants to make sure that he's going to do it right.

7:00am

You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs as the sunlight permeated through your bedroom window, the yellow glow giving you a peaceful feeling, a new day is about to start.

A new day without work at that.

You had been ecstatic when Celestine called you to inform you last night of your long awaited day-off, you smiled at the memory as you stand up to brush your teeth.

"You deserve it for all your hardwork!" Even through the phone, you heard the smile in her voice.

Soon, your thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired man.

'How about Artem? I'm his assistant, does he get a day-off too?' You wondered as you finished washing your mouth, finally heading off to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

You were about to choose what to eat from the fridge when you hear a song play from your phone in your room.

You hurriedly went back as you recognized that ringtone - that ringtone you had set for a particular contact.

There on the screen, displays the name of the object of your affections.

Mr. Wing.

'Why is he calling this early? What could he possibly need?' you thought to yourself before pressing the green button.

"Good morning Artem, what is it?" you didn't even try to hide the happiness from your voice, Artem calling you this early doesn't happen often, after all.

"Good morning. Do you have plans for today?" His morning voice echoed through your ears. It was husky and rough, filling all of your senses.

Realizing that he just woke up, you can't help but blush at the thought of being the first person to talk to him today.

He thought of you first thing in the morning!

You tried to control the lingering heat in your face as you replied, "Uhm, yes uhh- none. I have no plans for today, Artem. I'll be thinking of what to do though. Why did you ask? " You hoped he didn't mind the sttuttering mess presented to him this early in the morning.

You wondered if there's an emergency case needed to be taken care of, he rarely ever calls outside of work.

Then again, you're always at work.

"That's good," the other line was silent for a bit. As your anticipation for his reply grew, he finally said, "A new amusement park is going be opened today. I heard they'll be having a fireworks display tonight to celebrate the opening."

You've heard about the said amusement park from your coworkers yesterday, you even heard that it was a project from PAX.

Marius' wealth truly knows no bounds, you thought.

Kiki even invited you to come with her this sunday, as it's the only freetime the both of you had before Celestine's sudden news of a day-off.

Is Artem coming there today? He doesn't seem like the type to go to amusement parks, but now you know that he likes them, or at least he didn't mind going, you added this info to your list of things about Artem that make you fall in love with him more and more. Because let's be honest, what's there not to like about the man?

He's handsome, sweet, a good cook, a senior attorney you can look up to, and he always makes sure to reassure you that you're doing well, that he's proud of you.

He cleared his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to go there..." He paused, his nerves getting the better of him, unbeknownst to you, "With me? I have two tickets, and I wanted to invite a close friend. Is that alright with you? "

What?

'Is he asking me out on a date!?' you were practically screaming internally as you paced frantically in your room.

No. No way. This isn't a date. Not until he says so.

He said 'close friend' so you shouldn't overthink this. You were partners, after all!

At least you try to convince yourself.

"Of course Artem. I'm glad you invited me, I'm really happy." You weren't lying, his invite was the most unexpected thing that happened to you this week.

He hummed, "I'm happy, too. I'll be there at 2:30pm to fetch you, they'll open around 3pm. " He said in a gentle voice before hanging up.

You pumped your fist in the air. You have plenty of time to prepare.

2:30pm

Among all of the outfits that you could've worn today, you decided to wear a cute, beige, knitted sweater. A pair of faded ripped jeans, white sneakers, and a beanie to top it all off.

The amusement park being your destination, you decided to wear casual clothing since you'd be hopping on rides left and right.

You wouldn't want to wear a skirt just for it to blow on the wind while you're in the air, screaming for dear life.

Nope. You definitely don't want that.

You're now waiting outside your apartment after Artem sent you a text 5 minutes ago that he's on his way.

Your head is plagued with expectations on how this friendly date is going to go. You've never felt as giddy as this before.

It's understandable, right? The person you like asked you out to go with him to an amusement park - using his morning voice, nonetheless, so it wouldn't be strange for you to think that this is like an actual date.

You bonked yourself mentally.

You keep reminding yourself that it's just a friendly date. It's just a friendly date. You believe in the power of your mind, it's a friendly date. He even said so himself.

Artem's going to think you're weird. It's not like you're going to hold hands or anything...

Yet, you didn't even try to stop the daydream clouding your mind.

While you were busy indulging yourself in your fantasies, your eyes caught a familiar spot of black in the parking lot. Artem's car!

That's your cue. When his car stopped, you made your way over to him with a small smile on your face.

His black car opened, spilling out Artem clad in his casual clothing.

You scanned his appearance, taking in those breath-taking, familiar eyes. Taking in the beige, knitted sweater he's wearing, paired with slacks and black shoes.

Wait.

You did a double take- beige, knitted sweater?

You looked at his clothes, then looked down at your own, then back at his again.

Red and warmth crept up to your cheeks as realization hits you.

You kind of looked like a couple.

"What's wrong?" Artem inquired with concern as he stepped closer and reached out his hands to your flustered form.

He even placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

Yes, you think you have a fever.

It's only when he got to take a good look at you when realization hits him the way it hit you.

He retreated his hand and looked away, face as warm as yours.

"Uhh..."

"..."

Why are you acting like a highschooler!? You're better than this, getting flustered just because you wore identical clothes.

With the person you like, you added.

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up with a grin, thankful that the pink that dusted your cheeks is now cooling down a bit, "We should get going now."

You expected the ride to be as awkward as earlier, but to your relief, that wasn't the case at all.

Artem played the radio on your drive to the amusement park, and even asked you about how you're feeling lately and whatnot.

Honestly, with how he's always so concerned about your well-being, you're doomed to fall even harder.

"What are your favorite rides, Artem?" You decided to talk about something connected to where you're going to go.

"Hmm," as he hummed, you looked in front of the car to see the gates of the amusement park came into view. You can even see the familiar structure of a rollercoaster and a really grand ferris wheel turning slowly.

Majestic.

Is the motif for this amusement park golden!? The railings are shimmering with gold, some parts of the rides are adorned with gold, wherever you look, gold!

PAX outdid themselves with this one, definitely took "shining, shimmering, splendid" to a whole new level. Too much for the word grandeur, you think.

You can't even imagine how wide the place must be. You haven't even stepped foot inside, yet your eyes were oogling as some more rides were seen from outside the gates.

"We're here Artem! Look!" From your side, Artem turns to take a look from the road to the park, his eyes screaming nothing but amusement.

"It's beautiful," He breathed while you nodded furiously with agreement. He shot you a look, "I'm glad I get to spend my first time here with you." The softness is his eyes is blinding as you stared at him and processed his words.

"Me too..." you managed to choke out, turning away to hide your blush.

While you were taming your flushed cheeks, Artem had parked the car already.

He opened the doors for the both of you as he offered you his arm. Confusion takes over your features.

"So you wouldn't get lost, it's a big crowd out here, " He tilted his head to have a better look at your still sitting form inside the car, "Let's go?" He said with that gentle smile, as comforting as ever.

You stood up and linked your arm with his and suggested, "How about the bumpy car first?" excitement was evident in your voice.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Whatever you wish." He said as he locked the car doors with a click. You both headed to check in and do the formalities first. After all that, with a skip to your step, you pulled Artem to the bumpy car's ticket booth, and went inside.

You're elated.

"I can't believe the Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney, is losing to me!" You sound hysterical as you bumped Artem's car with yours over and over, your bumpy car dominating his.

This is fun! Just minutes earlier, the atmosphere between you and Artem seemed a little tight because of the matching clothing incident. Just a little. However, the laughter of everyone playing in this space is infectious, it leaves you in a really good and playful mood.

It makes you feel like you were a kid again. You hope Artem feels the same.

Before playing, you made a bet with him earlier that whoever bumps the other the most, wins.

"Y/N. I think this car is defective." He said with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands tinker whatever there was in the steering wheel.

You looked over to him and replied, "We can switch cars, let me see." The two of you switched from each other's bumpy ride and you assessed the supposedly 'broken' car.

You realized he didn't push the right buttons to ride the bumper properly.

"Artem..." You looked at him blankly and said, "Have you ever been to bumpy cars before?"

He was silent before replying with darting eyes, "No, I haven't," He cleared his throat, "I have only been to the ferris wheel and escape rooms, I haven't been to bumpy rides before. Sorry."

You beamed at him.

"Don't be sorry!" You flail your arms to disagree, "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually happy that you allowed me to drag you here despite you not having played it before." You flashed him a thankful smile.

He looked a little surprised at first, but then that warm smile of his came back, "Thank you." You stared at each other's eyes for a few beats in time, his ocean eyes containing a sparkle you rarely see them hold. It looks so gentle, so welcoming.

So fond.

You stared at each other for a while, his deep eyes were enough to drown out the crowd. To drown out everything that existed but him.

Blinking, you snapped out of it to teach him how to drive the car.

The cars were booster types, different from the old models wherein you just turn the wheels and you'll be good. In this specific model, commands are needed to be performed in order for the car to execute it's special feature.

"You turn it like this..." Artem is a fast-learner, so the both you were back on track as soon as you guided him the directions.

In the end, you were tied, the bumper time limit resulting the draw.

"I'm definitely beating you next time!" you declared with a smug look, hands on your waist.

After the bumper, a receptionist from what seemed like a family raft ride made his way to invite the two of you.

"You guys look like you're having fun!" He then pointed at the paper he's holding and said with persuasion, "You're going to have even more fun here! The family raft ride is the only free ride we're offering in the park for it's first day, be sure not to miss out on this special bonus!" He then turned his heel to find more costumers.

You blinked, "Too bad we don't have extra clothes..." You hung your head low and you sighed as your mind thinks of a different ride to enjoy.

"Well, he did say it's a special bonus," Artem pondered, "They sell clothes here anyway, and there are restrooms we can change on," you wondered if this is going the way you think it's going, "I can see no harm in trying this free ride." He finished with the corners of his lips turned upwards.

Your eyes sparkled with so much joy that he's glad he suggested this.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" You squeal and jump from where you stand and Artem could only shake his head at you with an adoring look in his ocean eyes.

You both headed to the line of people waiting to get their tickets for the raft.

"That's a long line..." You're already mentally tired as you stared at the single file of people in front of you.

"There's still plenty of time before the fireworks at 7pm, I can go and buy us ice cream. Do you want some? "

You're face fell, remembering you were on a diet, "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I'm on a diet." An ice cream sounds really tempting right now, but you must resist.

"I heard they sell low-fat ice cream in here. How about that?" He proposed as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.

He knew this would do you in, sure enough, you gave him the biggest grin you could muster.

"You're the best, Artem! Any flavor is fine, by the way. " You beamed as he turned his heel to the ice cream stall, you just stared at his back the whole time he was away.

A minute later, the man wearing a cozy beige sweater that matches yours turned around and went over to you, two chocolate chip ice cream in hand. You reached out to take your ice cream, your fingers brushing.

You ignored the tingling feeling and the chills. He looked away.

While eating, you talked about how the line for the rollercoaster was two times longer than the raft's even though it's literally free.

"I believe they added a new feature to the coaster." Artem reasoned.

"You bet. The rides' golden theme is already impressive enough," You eyed the unbelievably long line from the coaster's ticket booth, "We can go back here some time to see that feature for ourselves." your face heated as you realized the implications in your words.

His eyes widened for a single moment and then looked at you with such intensity you can't bring yourself to look away, "I'd love that." a gentle look worms it's way in his features once again.

Comfortable silence dawns on your own, little world while you both busied yourselves in your ice cream.

The two of you were thrilled as it was your turn to ride the raft, ice cream long gone, replaced by the life-vest in your hands.

"Ah," you sighed, fumbling with the vest a little longer than you should have.

Artem, of course, noticed your movements. He was kind enough to help you adjust the vest.

Of course.

"Come here." He said as his arms finds it's way to your waist, pulling you towards his stature. His hot breath hitting your face while he circled his arms around you to wrap the vest securely.

This is not good for your heart...

He's so close, you could kiss him if you wanted...

He pulled away, his warmth lingering still.

Even when the both of you sat down on the raft. The ride is going to start in a few and here you are, lost in the feeling of Artem being near you.

"Y/N," You abruptly turned your head to him when he suddenly called you, "are you nervous?"

You blushed so hard you wanted to evaporate with the water, 'Yes. You make me nervous.' you're tempted to respond.

"Yes, but don't worry about me." was your reply instead, and you smiled awkwardly and stared at his blue eyes, blue eyes laced with concern.

He leaned closer, probably so that the other people within your raft wouldn't hear, "I care about you and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," he whispered in your ear, sending chills to your spine.

This is definitely not comfortable, Mr. Wing.

Your heart is doing flips, this isn't normal!

"Please tell me if you need something." The gentleness in his voice took your breath away the way it did as the first time.

The fact that he's unaware of his effect on you angered you so much. You scanned his face for signs of teasing. Smirk, maybe a playful glint, anything.

Yet you found none.

The raft began to move, a perfect timing to change the subject!

You leaned on him, but not too close, and whispered, "It's starting."

Water began to splash, as the raft moved with the current.

The track was smooth at first, you getting small splashes here and there.

Until a bumpy track decided to present itself.

Like before, the raft went with the flow of the water, except that it bounced and rotated harshly that one particular splash of water was enough to wet you and your clothes completely.

"OH MY G-" you exclaimed when the raft hit a rough spot again, soaking everyone wet.

You were making a surprised pikachu face as the water seeped into your clothes.

You turned to look at Artem to see his state and you suppressed a giggle with how he's making the same face as you did earlier.

Never in your life you thought you'd see Artem with the surprised pikachu face.

You took pride in knowing that you're one of the very few people who gets to see this side of him.

"Artem!" you shouted through the noisy stream of water. "We look silly!" you laughed as the water rocked everyone in the raft as harsh as it possibly can. Round and round, back and forth.

"We do!" his laughed mingled with yours even when the water relentlessly kept soaking your already wet bodies.

You smiled once again, gazing at his form with profound fondness longer than just a friend would've done.

6:00pm

"That was really fun!" You shouted to the air while Artem scooted beside you, offering his arm like he did earlier, which you eagerly took.

The both of you went for another round on the raft after the first round, not caring about the long waiting line. The ride was worth it!

All you ever did was scream and laugh at each other's state, but it was the most enjoyment you've ever had in years.

You were completely dry now, changed into fresh clothes that were sold as the park's merchandise.

Even with the change of clothes, the clothes you were wearing right now still matched Artem's.

You weren't complaining.

The crowd continues to enjoy themselves, all while the sunset was making everything in the theme park look like a fairytale.

"Yes, it was. I enjoyed it very much." Artem flashed a smile so genuine, you wanted to see this sight a thousand times more. The orange glow of the sunset gives his raven hair a golden shade, light reflecting on his blue eyes, making him look so bewitching. So you carved it to your memory, not knowing how to elicit that same image from him once again.

Looking up at him, and looking back at the things that happened today, you realized something.

You couldn't take this silent pining anymore, you wanted to tell him how precious his smile is to you, to tell him you're glad he's spending his time with you, to tell him to make more memories with you.

To tell him he's the reason of the warmth flooding your whole being right now.

'I'm in love with you' is what you first thought of saying. No matter how cliche that may be, you wanted to let him know, that you're in love with him.

"Uhh, Artem, I-" You were about to spill your feelings then and there when a voice boomed the speakers of the park.

"Everyone! One hour more to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!"

Your confession's gonna have to wait for later.

part 2 here

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[appledew]

Andi is all set!

Made for  Blshbker on Twitter!

Andi is made of Minky and custom dyed minky, and a tiny bit of short pile minky. There is a gingham patterned heart and has Birthday cake scented disc inside the plush from everyone’s favorite ursid-construction company! :) This plush stand at about 18 inches from the top of the head to the bottoms of the feet, 20 inches including the hair. The spots, feet and hand detailing, and face are appliqued and machine embroidered. The gradient on the base body is dyed on.

Andi is too cute! This little sweetheart took a bit out of me but it was totally worth it! *u *

The gradient on the back was quite a unique experience and more info on the can be found here!: https://ko-fi.com/i/ID1D8C6G7J This is something I plan on working on privately to iron (haha, pun) out some issues. One thing that does look a little obvious is the uneven dye. I’m not sure what exactly when wrong, but I’m assuming it has to do with the distribution of dye. Despite looking a bit uneven, I do really love the results! Especially since I actively avoid doing gradients on teddies. Its not something I’ll offer right away, but there may be changes in the future! :)

The pattern took little to no effort the change! I just elongated the neck a bit and resituated the arm slots! One things that didn’t pan out the way I wanted to was the hands. I was aiming to make them a little more tub like with the hooves coming in at a SLIGHT angle, but they came out a bit flat. :( They’re still pretty cute, and get the point across but I wish they would have been a bit different.

The embroidery was nothing too special, aside from a bit tedious! The embroidery took about 2 days of work, not to mention the time it took to make the files, but it was worth it! Unfortunately I skipped out on adding the cute little gradients on the spot since I couldn’t get proper color matches and transitions going. One small thing I wish I could have done was add, the blue-grey color transition to the back of Andi (the grey blue spots on the shoulder). Unfortunately I couldn’t figure out how to do it without absolutely eliminating a row of colors. and having to change the big warm purple spot to something else. Perhaps I was just over thinking it. ^^;

Moving on.. I did struggle a tiny bit color matching in general; the biggest culprits were the hooves and the green with the blue-ish tint color. I couldn’t get a neon-ee color dyed, specifically for the feet, as tempting as it was to look at overseas vendors of minky (not custom, just more options), I couldn’t justify the price and protentional months wait time. In the end, I like to believe that I made some at least... good choices for the colors. Oh! Back to the body! There was a slight oopsy when dyeing the gradient! some of the orange dye soaked into the yellow and stained it to be a yellow with a veeeeery slight orange tint. To be honest I rolled with it! I hoped that the other colors would balance it out, and it seems to have worked! In general, this little sweetheart came out warmer in color.

Aside from all that, Andi wasn’t too much trouble! There were some small hurdles that needed to be figured out, and I hope i jumped them all correctly! ^u ^

I’ve mentioned this once or twice, I’m absolutely LUCKY to have had a chance to bring Andi to life in teddy form and hope I did her justice! Qu Q My work space now smells like birthday cake, and I’m NOT complaining; she smells so good! <3

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[aishiteruuu]

"I always knew you were mine, Angel."

Ryomen Sukuna x Fem! Reader.

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Sypnosis: You've been raising your and someone else's child. Ever since a accidental one night stand, you got a little tipsy one night, and had someone else's kid 9 months later.. But, when you enroll your kid in soccer practice.. You and the coach have a strange connection..

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, and breeding. NSFW (slightly), Pet names, such as "Bunny' or "Angel". "Sir" kink. Dom! Sukuna. (Slightly) Pre-named kid! And Dad-mentions. Size-kink. Car-session.

CW: All the characters are at the correct age to intervene or comply with the storyline!

Word count: 2.1k words!

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You were driving Yuto to soccer practice, looking back in the review mirror at him. "Don't worry munch! You'll do so well!" You tried cheering him on. You knew he was nervous, you could see it in his face. But you were always distracted by your kid's looks. He had bright hazel-pink hair, with your eye color, and shape. And the cutest little nose that looks just like yours. Topping it off with a cute little dimple on his left cheek. He looked back your eyes in the review mirror, and sighed.

"Mom.. What if I mess up? I don't know how to play soccer!" He whined into his hands, kicking the seat slightly. "Munch. That's why you're going to practice! I'm sure there are other kids there who don't know how to play! Nobody's born and becomes a soccer prodigy!" You tried lighting his mood again.

"Well, all my friends had a dad to teach them things, why don't I?" He asked, with his hands tugging at the seat-belt. You tried dodging the question, asking him short questions instead. But he wanted an answer, so there you were. "Well.. Munch, I Don't really know where your dad is." You gulped, hoping he wouldn't continue. You really wanted to tell him the truth, but you couldn't just lay it on the table, and say- "Sweetie, I have No clue where your dad is. We haven't talked at all, and We barely talked when we met. Well.. not with words, to be nice."

"Makes sense! Onodera's dad travels a lot too!" He smiled, with his dimple-cuteness activating. You smiled at him, finally pulling up to the gym. You always questioned why this place was so big when you came here as a child. It was a sky-blue, with silver and yellow Pillars. You thought that the Pillar colors represented something, but there wasn't a mascot. Not if you count the Peeling paint on the side making the deformed shape of a cresent. You softly grabbed Yuto's hand, asking him if he tied his cleets, or if he needed to pee.

"I'm fine, Mom. But I won't be if you keep making me nervous." He muttered slightly. You run your hands through his hair. Still leading him to the gym room doors. You see a slightly tall figure, with Hair that reminds you of snow. The figure had on a very slick red jacket, with words that read,

"Nekoma high graduate!" On it. It looked pretty worn out, with a rip on the bottom of the sleeve, And a cat with spots on it. He seemed so proud of it, doing some weird motion with his arms. He greeted you with a smile, tugging at the cloth over his eyesight. "Well.. How do you do, Madomoiselle?" He attempted, biting his lip slightly. You laughed nervously, and greeted him with a goofy-smile. "Hello there.. Mr Satoru?" You peeped at his colorful nametag before smiling back at him. "This is my little munch, Yuto!" You cheered slightly, giving Yuto a little nudge.

"Hey there, kiddo! You're the spitting image of your hot mom." Gojo smiled, giving him a little push. "You'll do great out there. Now go- I have to get your mom to sign me some papers. And maybe her number-"

You cut Gojo off, with a kiss to Yuto's forehead, and a few extra cheers. You smile at the sight of Yuto's feet scuffing the floors with his shadow, and tell him you'll be in there right after. Gojo looked at you, them gave a big smile. "Miss, you have the eyes of a woman that's trying to cope. What's the issue? If you don't mind me asking."

You sighed, reading the paper Gojo handed you. It metioned something about a new coach, and how they'll be games every other day. You signed your name, and replied.. "Well, Yuto is starting to ask more and more about his dad lately, and his dad isn't really.. Y'know-"

"Hm,, Sounds like someone got a little saucy, yeah?" Gojo joked, bumping your elbow with his arm. You gave him a smile, and muttered an insult that made him laugh. He grabbed the paper, and smiled. "Well, Ms Y/n! Even though I don't see your number on this paper, I'll accept it."

"I'm sure I'll see you again, Mr Satoru." You smiled. "But- It won't involve my digits in your hotline, Mister." Gojo laughed, and gave you another smile. "Fair, Fair. But I'll always be here for the party, purrrrincess~" He made a pun, motioning to the cat on his jacket. You gave him an "Mmhm." and laughed a little.

You walk into the gymnasium practice room, seeing Yuto talking to a very tall man. The man was very slender, with slight broad shoulders. His figure was dream-made, with long, gentle bu slightly big looking arms, and very long legs that moved up to his sized torso, and shaped face. Tracing to his hazel-pink hair, with a messy hairstyle. "Christ- What does this man do for a living to be looking like a full course?" You thought to yourself, trying not to stare. You sat yourself on the bleachers, looking at how Yuto looking kicking the ball straight into the goal, avoiding all the blocks and built-up tension of his teamates. You laughed to yourself. "All that talk about not being good, and look at you go. Kicking that thing with no mercy." You felt a presence on the side of you, as you looked over.

The man had sat bedside you, looking at the sight you were only just gazing on seconds ago. "Good evening, Miss." He said holding out his hand.

Why so formal? It's just soccer. "Good evening, sir! How do you do?" You asked, taking Gojo's line. Sukuna chuckled a little, and gave you a little smile. "That's that idiot Satoru's line, isn't it?" He asked, shaking his head jokingly. You laughed, making his eyes widen slightly. He had noticed your familar laugh, wondering where he heard it from. He shook the lingering thoughts in his head, and tried to break the sem-comfortable silence. "Is that your boy?"

You shifted your vision back to Yuto on the field. "Yeah, he's mine." You replied. Sukuna admired your features, your hair that blew from the air circulation, your eyes that sparkled in any angle the light shone in.. His eyes moved their way to your legs.. then your waist, which he wanted to touch, then your chest- Which he paused on. He fastly took his eyes off of you, blushing.

You look over at him, and ask if he's okay, because you see that his cheeks are a little red. "Yes, Yes. I'm fine.. Just a little hot." He responded. You got up, telling him you were going to get ice. He pulled you back down gently, and gave you "It's okay's". He wanted you to stay, so he could admire you some more. He had felt this before.. Like Deja Vu. He knew he'd seen you up close like this somewhere, but it felt closer. Sukuna was tempted to ask "Have me met somewhere before?" But didn't want to sound strange.

You smile, as he told you not to worry, and slipped off his coat. You still worried for him a bit, feeling his face to make sure it wasn't too hot. He flinched at the feel of your touch.. He swore he felt your soft hands on him once. And he finally came to ask. "Miss.. Y/n, do we know eachother?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.

You didn't know whether you did or not. You did know that his cologne scent was so mesmerizing, yet familar. You had smelled it somewhere.. And it was really comforting. "I'm not sure, Sir." He gave you a smile, showing a dimple on his left cheek, that looked just like Yuto's. "Call me crazy, but.. You look like my Little Yuto over there, Sir." Sukuna cleared his throat, and looked away. "You think? I think we look similar aswell."

You both realized the sense. With Sukuna's looks.. And your Genes, you both were inmates. Partners. Maybe.. Lovers. You refused to believe that your 6 year old kid's dad was his new soccer coach. "If you don't mind me asking.. How long has it been since you've engaged in those.. Activites Ms?" He asked you, trying not to be weird.

"Well, since I got fucked, and pregnant? Maybe a few years." You wanted to say. "Well, It's been a few years. Since 7 years ago?" You gave him an answer. "It wasn't really.. A official thing."

"Maybe we can make it official, Angel? I already know who you are." Sukuna asked himself, rotating his fingers. "I understand. My last encounter was also about 7 years ago."

"My next will be soon.. Angel~" He smirked to himself. "There's always a right time for everything." He smiled, patting your shoulder. "Maybe we can talk after practice?" He said, walking off. You took off your serious face, and started flushing. The scent of his cologne made you a little aroused, which you found strange. You wanted to smell it more and more, until you couldn't anymore.

Practice was finally over, and you went over to collect Yuto, who was talking to another boy. Yuto looked back at you, and gave a flustered smile, before returning to the boy. You always knew Yuto had some type of affection for boys. So you'd let him have that friendship. You went to go give him his tennis shoes, when Sukuna pulled you aside.

"Gojo will take care of the kids. Please, wait for me at the door." He told you, patting your shoulder. You listened, walking to the door. You saw Gojo doing some silly walk leading the kids outside, Yuto's new friend waved at you. And you waved back, winking at Yuto. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you jumped.

"Don't worry, It's only me, Angel." Sukuna calmly said.

Angel. Angel. Angel. Angel. It finally hit you. That name that you were called so long ago. The name you were obsessed with that one night of your life. The name you had written down in your book. "Who are you? Sukuna?" You asked, backing away slowly.

"..Hm, I'd perfer If you'd call me Sir like you were." He smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Go on.. Your baby daddy is waiting, Angel." He teased, loosening his tie.

"You can't just- This is wrong. I haven't seen you in years, and you want to just come on me like this?" You said, trying to push him away.

"No Angel, I'm trying to make up for it.. You know how lonely It's been for 7 years? Without the sweet, small little Angel that I love?" Sukuna asked, thumbing your lips. "Then if you love me, why'd you leave me laying in a inn? Not even an explanation. And you missed 7 whole years of your child's life." You shot back.

"Well, there's the rest of it to make up for lost time, No?" He whispered in your ear, nibbling it slightly. You flushed, and your breathing got heavy by the scent of his cologne coming back to you. "We're in a gym, Suku- Sir.." You whispered, getting nervous by the second.

In the car, wasn't maybe the right choice. You had forgotten how big Sukuna was. He was huge. You didn't think you could take him at all. "Don't be scared, I'll go slow. Get loose Angel, we're making up for lost time." Sukuna whispered in your ear, touching your bare waist. "Now won't you be a good little angel, and spread those legs for me?"

[matchamorphosis]

MS ROSIE THAT HEADCANNON OMFG MAY I PRETTY PLEASE REQUEST DADDY ARI- maybe like hes busy with work but youre really needy so he lets you ride his thigh i lub mean daddy ari🥺<33333

𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐵

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut smut smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || alt. AU — daddy!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, thigh riding, masochism, kinda dark!ari, spanking, hair pulling, lots of edging, tons of crying, Ari is a big meanie :(( MINORS DNI — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || candy by doja cat

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes jasmeen of course you can!! 🥺💗 i’m gonna make daddy!ari extra mean and dirty for you and i’m gonna add a little bit of bratty reader cause in this house we love mean daddies and spoiled brats! 💗💗💗

Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.

there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.

these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.

the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.

it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.

its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.

sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-

he still has more work cut out for him

his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”

the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.

the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.

thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.

it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...

even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.

a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...

maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.

admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.

when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.

one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.

the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.

“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.

hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.

it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.

“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.

“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.

“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.

at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-

the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.

a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.

the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...

his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.

a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.

sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.

the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.

“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.

“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.

shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.

the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.

Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.

leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.

“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.

flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.

“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.

your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.

and you know what? you deserve a reward.

Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.

stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.

starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.

Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.

although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!

“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.

your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.

despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.

being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.

locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.

no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.

right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.

not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.

daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.

but then again who were you to ask for permission?

the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.

wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.

holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.

as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.

no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.

you didn’t ask for permission

Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they���re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.

“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.

he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away

oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.

“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.

another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”

the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.

“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”

rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.

hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.

blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.

feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.

“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.

Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.

“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.

“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”

whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.

waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.

hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.

it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.

“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”

not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.

now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.

“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.

it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.

it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock

“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.

wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.

your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.

“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”

Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.

thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.

you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-

“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.

grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.

daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.

Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.

“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.

taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.

“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”

there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.

however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.

quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.

ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-

daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.

your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.

tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”

the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.

the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.

arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.

like taking candy from a baby, his baby.

Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.

suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”

Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.

although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.

oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.

“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”

a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.

oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.

“no,”