#yeah i'm cringe you're free to call me that i accept it

[askyofexplodingstars]

you'd never guess what i started playing recently

and this one has a speedpaint! :D

[peaktora]

𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 ˚◞♡ ⃗ satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ your husband is unbearably clingy.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.9k words. no pronouns used or specified gender for the reader. intended lowercase. established relationship (#married).

a/n. — i’m warning u guys right now that this is not proofread 😭 .. i literally just typed this up rq and posted it bc it’s been too long since i’ve last posted something on here

p.s. the prompt was in my notes from a longgg time ago, but i believe it’s from @/creativepromptsforwriting .. if not please lmk !!

"c'mere, hold my hand," satoru pleads for what has to be the third time. he pouts at you, who’s sitting on the countertop.

your brows furrow as you look up from your phone, "but, you're washing the dishes?”

he twists the faucet handle, and a steady stream of water flows down. after a brief glance at you, he places the plate beneath the water and says, "i know how to multitask, baby."

clinginess is defined as “the tendency to stay near someone for emotional support, protection, ect.” but there has to be another term for what satoru is, because you can't give any of those things while holding his hand right now.

you let out a deep breath and turn off your phone, watching as the screen fades to black. "satoru, there's no way i'm sticking my hand in that dirty dishwater," you say, sliding your phone into your pocket.

he practically shoves the plate into the drying rack. "i can't believe this," he huffs. "we literally had vows."

“what are y—“

“we had vows that said you’d love me in sickness and in health.”

"well…are you sick?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

he pauses his task of washing dishes, leaving them untouched. leaning over the sink, he rests his arms against its edge. he steals a furtive glance at you, only to find your gaze locked onto him. with a hint of hesitation, he softly mumbles, "no..." before you can respond, he interrupts, "but i’m in health, and the vows said that you have to love and cherish me in this state too."

you lean back, searching your mind for what the alternative of holding his hand would be. because in no world would you hold his hand in dishwasher. then, it hits you. "for now, would a hug make you feel better?"

he answers your question with a hum, and you can't believe he's debating whether or not to accept your offer after all that drama over holding hands in dishwater. even so, he adds, "i'll have to give it some thought."

two can play that game.

“it’s okay,” you say, gracefully hopping down from the counter. a smirk spreads across your face. “i could just go—sit on the couch?” slowly, you start to walk in his direction and make your way over to the living room.

he doesn’t say anything, letting you do as you please. it’s not until you start to pass by him, that you get the reaction you wanted.

or atleast, somewhat similar to what you wanted.

"on second thought—" he exclaims, and the dishwater swirls around him as he turns around, his hands still wet and dripping.

you cringe as small puddles gather on the tiles. "hey—" but he interrupts you as he reaches out to grab your wrist. “ew—I—what the hell?”

you instinctively try to pull back, but he slips his wet hand in yours; sealing your fate.

“satoru—”

“what happened to nicknames?”

“satoru.”

"’m not sure who that is. i go by a lot of names, but not that one. lets go down the list, yeah?” he clears his throat. “i go by "babe, baby, swe—"

"you should consider adding "gojo" to that list."

"now, when have you ever called me gojo?”

"right now, in exactly ten seconds.” your husband gasps, hanging his mouth open. “satoru go—"

“woah woah woah—what’d i do to deserve this treatment?”

“you put your dirty dishwater hand in mine.” you jerk your hand back, struggling to escape free of his grip.

his grip tightens on your hand, “if you’re feeling like not loving me today then just say that.”

“hey—don’t discredit me. i offered you a hug and you said you had to “think” about it.”

“cause holding your hand ‘s better.”

you sigh, “after you’re done with the dishes, you can hold my hand as long as you want.“

he lets out a soft, thoughtful hum—the same hum that got you both into this situation in the first place. at the same time you shake your head, a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes, and a smile twists onto the edges of his lips. "deal" he says, shaking your hand. “but before-“

you tsk, making him drop his excuse.

“wh—“

"the quicker these dishes get done, the quicker you’ll be able to hold my hand. so get on with it—go," you playfully command, and his grip loosens in response. seizing the opportunity, you slide your hand out of his grasp. you look down at it, seeing bits of food that’ve stuck to your palm. gross.

you walk over to the sink, feeling the cool water flow over your hand, washing away the food and dirt that clung to your skin. as you stand there, you hear satoru's voice grumbling from behind, "i hate doing dishes,” and you can’t help but snort.

before you know it, you feel his presence close behind you, his body pressing against yours. his arms encircle you, creating a cozy pocket of space between the counter and his body. satoru leans over your shoulder, gets a sponge from the soapy water, and starts washing a bowl. you simply lean back and look at his features.

the sight almost makes you want to stay in his arms forever. that is, until you realize the predicament you're in.

“you did not,” you whine. you desperately try to break free from the cage he’s trapped you in, but your attempts prove more and more pointless.

"oh, yes, i did," he declares with a smile. “what did you say earlier?" he clears his throat before proceeding. "the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you'll be able to hold my hand," he says, mockingly imitating your tone. "so, the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you can leave and do anything you want."

you sulk and moan while you reluctantly grab a dish and a spare sponge from the sink. “i hate you.”

“i love you more.”

[badchildofthefamily]

SAMUEL SEO x READER (fluff+funny+NSFW at end...maybe...)

The first time you two went for a movie date was Chaotic.

You were not the one who accept the word 'no' without choosing violence.(Samuel know this very well since your relationship started)

He goes double on cigarettes, liquor and maybe some more headache medication the moment you decided to spend time with him or either when you leave after.

You GET what you WANT.

So when you asked him for a movie date, he felt his headache coming back to bother him just like you're doing right now, to the point he even had to wear his glasses back to do the paperwork,(a formality), yujin left him with.

"come on Boobie-man— im sorry babe—,shit,,,i mean honey~" you messed up.

He just raised an eyebrow on the nicknames you like to call him but right now you are in his office so you have to behave to save at least what is left as his reputation, but he's used to them by now,

He just felt the cringe on the honey part you said with that sore throat of yours.

"as you can see I can't today, maybe ask again after 50 years or so." He said with a neutral face signing the documents.

"WHAT.???? 50 YEARS.??????? ARE YOU CRAZY?? YOU KNOW WE WON'T EVEN CROSS OUR 30 RIGHT????"

You shouted at his response shaking the whole building.

"keep you voice low you baby gorilla" he said getting annoyed.

You still can't believe that he rejected your offer to spend time together, staring at him as standing opposite to his desk both hands on them like you lose millions of shares, getting red from anger on your man and his name for you tho you at least like the word baby.

"..........."

"......."

"babe—"

"no"

"........."

You know that when he's in his office, doing his work, you can't convince him to do anything else besides doing the damn work.

But you just got a 2 day leave because you were missing him so much that you mixed a lose motion pills in your manager's coffee and now he's in hospital, informing the office and letting you all go home with a 2 day holiday.(you crazy-💀).

So...here you are, in your handsome man's office, pouting and sulking while sitting on his desk, right on his paperwork, trying to get his attention.

He knows all your tactics too well in just months, he knows that either you did something to your manager to get leave, or you just burnt your whole office down cause you hate going to work but have to cause you can't just starve your cats, so option 2 is not the one, so he just assumed that you really did something to your manager, but he's not in the mood to ask, like I said he knows you too well.

" get off form the desk you illiterate animal"

"fuck you man slut"

He doesn't get offended by you cause he thinks you're cute when you cuss.( Secretly he know what people call him behind him but he doesn't give a fuck about it, he just feel his ego going up cause he knows he's a hot man).

"you can go by yourself"

"I can't you know it's a special couple movie offer , so you have to come with me, and look I'm free for 2 days—"

"I know you poisoned your manager because you were bored and 'missing me" he said with a unamusing face.

You felt a chill like a child is caught red handed after doing something naughty.

"hehe but i swear he's an asshole and so rude to everyone so I have to take matters in my own hand and i really missed you and I'm not lying.👉👈😚

"............"

"pleaseeeeeeee~??????"

"..... let me think about it-"

"EAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"you jumped.

" shut up idiot I just said I'll think about it" he dead paned.

"o-okk..."

"*uuhhhhhhhh" he signed, rubbing his temple and nose bridge tiredly.

..................

"........"

"....sooo......?"

"ok"

Your eyes widened with his response.

"reallllyyyyy.?????"

"yeah you punk, now go grab your stuff we'll leave in within 5 minutes"

"JUST 5 MINUTES?????"

"......."

"ok I'll stop I'll just go get my things" you said in a apologetic way and made your way to the couch where you made a mess with your stuff, collecting it, with merry skipping steps you hop over to him and snake your arm on his biseps (damn..) giving him the most brightest smile.

He just sighed again with your behaviour but tolerate it enough cause you've also helped him a lot wether it be saving him from an boring conversation in social gatherings or stuff so he'll let your childish stupid things pass.

But seeing you smiling like that had his heart skip beats,( he thinks he'll have to go for a heart checkup sometimes 💀).

Arriving at his place was not the thing you had in your mind.

"..... Samuel...."

"yes honeyyy"

You also get nausea when he's this sweet cause you know his true nature.

"why are we here.?"

" for a stupid romantic movie you stupid"

"........."

He just causally unbuttoned his shirt and all, and sit comfortably on the huge sofa( you can't convince me that he isn't manspreading 💀)(also keyword:- tired)

You can't drool on this scene cause you know his time is strictly limited and getting some alone time with him is also rare so you won't wanna miss this opportunity or waste any time.

The starting part was fun but boring at the same time, but you both just casually talked and slowly, eating some snacks.

You both chocked on your drinks when a really spicy scene came, leaving just you to hide your blush, but Samuel was too fast to your reaction and smirked.

"THE HELLLLL"

" what? It's just some hot scene and you know it's not true, they're acting" he said, still smirking.

"SHUT UP"(ノ`///Д///´)ノ

You hide your face even more.

"come on...." He said, acting annoyed but he's actually enjoying the view.

"SHUT UP"

Your blush got even more worse.

"if you don't keep your hands down, I'll leave."

He said grabbing your hands from your face trying to look.

"AAAHHHH"

Now he's enjoying and determined to have you both watch the spicy smut scenes more

"what you hiding for??"

"ghhhaaaaaaaa"

Unfortunately, you were not that stronge against him, he locked your hands in his, pulled you on his lap and made you watch, even if you try to close your eyes, he just kiss on your neck to have you riled up and try to bite him but he Dodges them and laugh.............

In the end you both be making out right on the couch and you'll be passed out till next morning, all sore😅😉

@x-xsunlightx-x here, sorry I forgot to answer with your ask,😅😅

[dedahblog]

Ichigo, Rukia , Orhime and Uryu go to a fast food together

Silly (and cringe) drabble under the cut

I intended it as established IR + best friends Ishihhime

...

Ichigo : So Ishida ! You forgot your wallet again ?

Uryu : O-of c-course n-

Ichigo : If you mean by of course " of course I didn't forget it all those times. I was just being cheap as hell" then you're right (*)

Uryu : W-what nonsense are you blabbering, Kurosaki ?

Orhime : Ishida kun, you went out with Kurosaki kun ?

Uryu : Of course not, Inoue san ! I was just minding my business in the library and he was provoking me. I had no choice ! And that other time, he started talking nonsense  about the last Jeidi so I had to make him watch that movie to prove how much of an imbecile he is ! Then, we both didn't eat anything other than breakfast that day so we had some pizza. And there was that tim-

Orhime : Wow ! So, it was more than twice !

Uryu : D-dont give that look ! I had to !

Ichigo : And all those times, he made the dumbest excuse not to pay a cent ... what a freeloader...

Rukia : And of course, you paid everything, everytime so you spend more time with him.

Ichigo : W-what the hell, Rukia ?!! It's not like  that !! Don't give that look ! I had to !

Orhime : Ishida kun, what are looking for in your bag ?

Uryu : I am going to pay so that Kurosaki learns his lesson *collecting every cent he has*

Ichigo : Yeah yeah ... Remember Ishida. Soda and french fries are not called lunch.

Uryu : O-of course !! Who do you think I am ? (leaves to order)

Ichigo :tcch... that Ishida...

Ichigo : What's with that smug look, Rukia ?!! If you have something to say, say it !

Rukia : You two get along so well. It's almost as if you're using us as an excuse to spend more time together.

Orhime : Right ? I feel the same Kuchiki san !

Ichigo's expression shifted from indignation to seriousness as he grabbed her hand in his palm, while saying

Ichigo : Now, you are being ridiculous.

Rukia, of course, noticed this change

Trying to sound casual but she knew it was vain, considering with whom she was dealing right now.

Rukia : "Now" ? So you mean what I said before was not ridiculous ?

Mushy Ichigo has taken over and she knows by experience how shameless he can be when he is being affectionate and how little disregard he has for their surrounding.

As he started giving her his sweetest smile, Rukis quickly let go of his hand while saying to Orhime

Rukia : I-I'm going to Ishida.

Ichigo was disappointed that she killed the mood for the nth time. Rukia shot him one last look while blushing that meant " Not now, idiot'

Ichigo (silently grumbled): " You didn't have to let go of my hand like that ... "

But, as he recalled how Rukia could get so easily flustered every time he showered her with affection, his heart started fluttering.

Ichigo : What the hell Ishida is doing ??!! We should eat fast. I have so many things to do !!

If Ichigo wasn't in such a hurry, he would have taken a photo of Ishida paying the cashier but honestly, all he wanted to do is to go back home as fast as possible.

Orhime : It has been almost 4 minutes now. Knowing Ishida-kun, he already analysed all the dishes people were eating and figured out their names in the menu and what would be most profitable and suitable to buy. So, he's probably ordering right now. Well that's a typical ishida kun behavior

Meanwhile,

Ishida was more than happy to have Rukia by his side. Not only she was not annoying like that Kurosaki but he understood quickly that Rukia didn't have any preference and she was happy with anything.

Rukia : I would like to have some cucumber !

Uryu : You mean in your panini or your hamburger ?

Rukia : Oh ! mmm y-yeah (too embarassed to say she didn't understand anything of what he just said)

(*) Ishida being cheap is canon, he left his father's house at the age of 13 , 14. He has been living on his own supplies since then. That's why, he tends to accept any offer as long it's free. Of course the anime team didn't even bother to read the manga, they made Ishida live with his father and Kub0 couldn't care less about correcting them

Ishida felt so sorry that he decided to order for her the best and most expensive hamburger, with a lots of cucumber, while he bought a soda and french fries for Ichigo.

[jaeminscoffee]

Still with you | L. Dh

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warning(s): Sexual themes insinuated, Oral (fem receiving) mentions of multiple orgasms, softdom!Haechan, Reader slips into subspace, soft aftercare, could be potentially cringe since I've never written anything related to subspace before yikes

type; drabble: 1.14k

To explain your state of mind with a single word, the spotlight would lead to 'bliss'. 

Though, the sole meaning of the word too falls short when you are to talk about your emotions as Donghyuck skillfully works his mouth at your core. 

One can only explain your expression as that of a person who'd reached cloud nine when he pins you down with a gentle arm thrown over your waist. 

"Hyuck, oh god.." you whine out as you feel yet another high growing at the pit of your stomach.

You writhe around when Haechan finally does you a favour and slides his tongue into your wetness with much ease while simultaneously adding pressure onto your clit with his free hands.

The sight unfolding between yours legs is truly sinful that Asmodeus and Eros themselves would've grown a problem to deal with where the sun doesn't shine. 

Donghyuck lets out a throaty growl while observing you from the valley of your chest, his hips slowly grinding onto the mattress which makes him think that he could just attain his orgasm while listening to you chirping in pleasure, the pleasure he's providing you. 

He's the one making you feel this good. 

"Donghyu-.. Donghyuck I'm so cl-!" He replaces his tongue with two beautifully slender digits as the work with much experience simultaneously along with the pleasurable figure eights he's drawing onto your clit.

"Fuck baby, you're going to cum again? Am i making you feel that good?" He let's the question linger in the air, not really expecting an answer. 

You thrash around as your high hits you the moment you hear his airy voice, his fingers working hard to prolong your orgasm, your mouth open ajar, eyes screwed shut. 

You're ethereal. 

Donghyuck slows down the pace a little in order to allow some room for you to catch up on air before diving in again, quickly replacing his figures with his mouth, lapping up your essence. 

You don't really know how long your boyfriend has been going at it. You even lost count of the times you came. But this was nothing you couldn't handle, Haechan knew that all too well. 

"you're so fucking beautiful, do you know that?" he mumbles against your clitoris, replacing the thumb with his tongue before sliding two digits in once again. You sob at the sensitivity. 

"i could keep going, baby. How do you keep getting sweeter after every single high." 

"Hyuck..! " you whine at his words, jolting each time the tips of his finger brushes against your sweet spot, further encouraging another wave of pleasure to hit you all the more powerful. 

The next time you try opening your eyes, all you see is patches of darkness. You feel your hips lift off the bed, possibly entailing that you've reached your high, yet, you feel nothing other than peachy. 

You blink slowly to clear up your vision, curling up in order to clutch your stomach. Yet, you feel no more aching between your legs from the overstimulation.

It's only after the darkness subsides and you regain your senses do you realize that Donghyuck had been calling your name while patiently caressing your hair, removing the few rebellious strands stuck to your forehead. 

"You with me, doll?" he inquires softly. You let out a sound of acknowledgment, letting him know that you're back, not trusting your voice with a full fledged sentence as it could come off as hoarse and cracked from the previous whining and crying.

"Stay with me for a little longer okay? I'll clean us up real quick and then we can cuddle to sleep, hm?" Donghyuck presses a kiss onto your forehead, not caring about the sweat droplets that adorned the skin there before peeling himself off of you, walking into the bathroom. 

Donghyuck returns back in no more than 5 minutes, now wearing a new pair of sweatpants and walks towards the closet to pull out one of his t-shirts. 

He walks over with a wet cloth, and wipes your forehead first, moving onto the neck and arms while slowly making his way south, "Still with me?" he asks, pressing another peck at your torso while cleaning up your inner thigh, making a sound of apology when he senses you jolt as the cloth accidentally brushes against your core, "Mhm, yeah" 

He gently pulls his shirt over your head and walks over to his side of the bed to turn the aircon on, making sure the wings face you to cool down your burning skin, "I'll bring you water, do you want something to eat before we sleep?" Donghyuck questions, 

"Just water would do, oh and! Come back quick please" you speak in a cutesy tone as you watch him turn his back and head towards the door and outside. You hear him let out giggles at your antics, "Of course, darling." he shoots you a wink while semi jogging towards the kitchen. 

Just as you'd asked him, he returned back as quickly as possible with a glass filled with water and a protein bar ( the one covered in chocolate because you have divine taste buds). 

You accept the water, not really wanting to have anything solid at the moment no matter how tempting a mere chocolate covered protein bar looked, "You need something in that little belly of yours, doll. It isn't anything heavy so eat up" 

You shake your head, setting the half empty glass onto your bedside table. Donghyuck 'tsks', opening the wrapper halfway through and shoves it towards you, "I'll be the small spoon tonight if you eat this," 

You blink away the tiredness that keeps weighing down your eyelids at the proposal of your boyfriend being the small spoon as you blindly reach out to grab the bar, much to your disdain. 

"You're still with me, right..?" Donghyuck questions as he watches you lazily chew onto the bar, barely getting the first bite down your throat, your eyes drooping lower with each passing second. 

"Yea..?" He lets out a sigh, grabbing the bar out of your hands, while helping you chug the content with the remaining water. He cleans up the place and helps you lean back down the bed, onto the fluffy cushions, getting in immediately after. 

You curl in onto his side the moment he turns the lights off as you draw random figures onto his bare chest while waiting for slumber to completely consume you. Haechan leans down to peck a longing kiss onto your now tidy hair, hearing your breathing grow softer, the actions onto his figure growing slower, 

"I doubt you're with me-" he chuckles, "You did really well today, doll. Sweet slumber, my love" you hear him just before you fall unconscious, 

"Hmm I'm still with you.." you whisper out before letting the darkness engulf you and lead you into the dreamland. 

[megthemewlingquim]

someone new.

summary: there's an art to life's distractions.

pairing: eventual hades! loki x persephone! reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol consumption

a/n: here it is, the first part of foreigner's god. as said in this fic's masterlist, these will not be chapters, but rather short stories and one shots that can be read separately or as one whole piece. it's up to you.

i plan to base each part off of one or two hozier songs. this is inspired by "someone new".

is there a right way to fall in love?

    that’s what loki asks himself every day — well, every night — when he spends his free time at bars and gatherings. populated widely with fellow gods, goddesses, and spirits of many colors and passions; these bars are perfect places to find someone new.

    being the god of death, however, puts loki at a bit of a disadvantage. yes, the stereotypes are, unfortunately, true. loki is dark, a little antisocial, and very quiet. beautiful in appearance — death is seductive, at least to the willing.

    ‘the willing’ being many a spirit, many a dryad or goddess or creature who wants bragging rights, or a little nightly thrill. ‘that’s right,’ they say, ‘i had a little dance with death last night.’

loki doesn’t mind the mornings when his temporary partners talk about the nights, but he always cringes when they mention that accursed french phrase — la petite mort. it’s a joke to them. a mockery.

   yet, they stay, and sometimes, they come back for another little death.

    the spirits and goddesses never make a big impact on him. he is with one for a night, then another for a night, and so on. he falls in love every day with someone new and it’s a bore. a bore and a drag.

    dark caresses don’t do much to numb the pain: the pain of loneliness and solitude. the ache in his heart is constant, tearing at his mind whenever it can. alcohol can't do much either — all gods have a very high tolerance. mead was made for them.

   so loki is left with no escape besides those that come from the willing. little deaths. they make him feel loved.

   no...

   no one loves death. some crave him. but they don't love him.

   that’s the common theme running through loki’s head every time he takes someone home with him, or goes upstairs with them to the top floors of the inns he’s at, where the bedrooms are. it’s a distraction.

   however, the cycle ends when, while pointlessly wandering around his usual bar, he sees someone new one night. you.

   you radiate this... this warmth that he’s never felt before. everyone around you seems to be affected by it too - they don’t treat you as the life of the party, but they do gravitate towards you like birds to a nest. 

    and you’re quite shy, but infectiously happy and cheerful. you’re so beautiful, with your bright eyes that he knows are wide and filled with wonder, and your lovely skin that he knows is so soft. and your smile that he knows is so comforting to all who see it.

   to everyone else, you feel like they’ve just wandered into a happy memory, or a sun-lit room that’s pleasantly warm and golden. you feel familiar. ordinary, but lovely all the same.

   to loki, you feel... feel like something he’s only experienced in dreams. so, really, he’s never felt it before in his immortal life: something warm and alive and... and anticipatory. like there’s new things about to come up to the surface — flowers, new animals, maybe. you give off a sense of... he can’t describe it well. a slow and joyful awakening something.

   and you also feel completely and utterly powerful. unstoppable. he’s terrified of you, and yet he’s drawn to you. you’re so fascinating, strange. not as if you could end the world, no, that’s his own job. but it’s as if you can bring the whole world to life, raise it back up again after the chaos fades.

   you feel like spring. like rebirth. like new life.

   and that’s when it hits him.

   persephone. he’s heard the name passed around before, but before now, he has never seen the face behind the name. something about this sparks some fear in him: how would persephone, goddess of spring, daughter of demeter, react to seeing anyone even remotely like himself?

   for a moment, he’s grateful that you’re not looking at him; you’re actually looking at the table, at the drink you’re sipping. there’s a look on your face that isn’t bored, nor afraid. maybe... observant.

   people are around you still. not crowding, but not interacting with you either. it’s like you have a bubble around you, keeping everyone from getting too close. maybe it’s your doing but maybe it’s theirs. honestly, you’d think that dryads and gods and goddesses and spirits of all forms and colors and subjects would be more accepting.

   he pities you. you seem lonely.

   loki takes a few steps forward, betraying his own fear. like the red sea, the crowd parts. some are bold and unafraid, and they give loki varying looks: disgusted, seductive, snarky. you don’t notice him until he sits down in front of you, at the other end of the table.

   “hi,” he says calmly. he manages a small smile. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

   your eyes lift to lock with his own. immediately, you recoil just the slightest bit. he knows what you’re thinking: wait, that’s hades! god of death... wh-why is he talking to me?

   “it’s alright,” he soothes. “don’t worry. you’ve probably heard of all the stories: gods kidnapping and doing terrible things to goddesses and spirits and dryads. i’m not here to do any of that. i promise.”

   with a single, somewhat confused blink, you nod. “m-my mother has told me a lot about that stuff,” you say slowly, as if saying anything too revealing will somehow alert demeter and get you in trouble. “she’s... she’s terrified...”

   “what is she terrified of? that those terrible things might happen to you?”

   “yes,” you say. “she’s told me that she’s had nightmares in the past. specifically about you. how you’ll kidnap me and take me to hell to live with you.”

   he laughs at that - a rich, amused laugh that takes the shivers out of you. “that’s bullshit. overprotective mothers, yeah?”

   you shrug. “she loves me.”

   “and are you afraid of me, princess?” the last word is whispered. his voice extremely soft - it’s a curious question.

   he notices how you lick your lips. “no,” you say. he notices how your eyes flick all over him. “no, i’m not.” and you seem truthful.

   “smart girl,” he says with a grin. “i hate liars. there’s not a god on in the world that’s ever been truthful. well, besides jesus. yahweh. whatever you wanna call him.” loki leans back, crossing his hands behind his head and bringing his feet up to the table. “your father, though... he’s the worst of ‘em. having children with other women, including your mother, while hera has to sit by and watch, and then lying about it.”

   “we’re gods,” you say. “i'm not trying to justify things but... we’re far from perfect.”

   “damn right we are. we’re fucked up. good. we can agree on something. most days, people think us gods are... perfect things. role models. and, maybe some are. but not us. not the gods of olympus.”

   he pauses, takes a swig from a beer bottle that was not in his hand a few seconds ago. “i was wondering if you wanted to do what humans do.” loki winces at the awkwardness. “when they're... y'know. interested in someone.”

   “you're interested... in me?” you ask, incredulously.

   “yeah, i am.” one sip of beer has loosened his tongue. or maybe that's just his confidence soaring now. “maybe this hasn't been the best introduction to things but i would love to take you out sometime. show you things.”

   “my —” you swallow. “i'd get in trouble.” you shrink away just a bit.

   his smile fades and it's replaced with a sadder, more sincere look. “the best things in life have risk to them. it's time i show you that.”

   and really, he does feel sorry for you. it's your first time at a bar, you're lonely. no friends as far as he can tell. an overprotective goddess mother.

   “think of it this way. i think you're very pretty and i like your honesty. i would like to help you see the world, and to have a little fun, since your mother has obviously never let you do anything in your very, very long life.”

   “i'm twenty—one.”

   “and now i'm wondering if demeter actually has you tell people that, as if you're a teenage mortal.” loki shakes his head, disappointed. “that's pathetic. you're a bajillion years old. you're a goddess! you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, right?”

   when there's no answer from you, he sighs. leans forward to sit normally, putting both of his elbows on the table and pointing his hands at you. “alright. i'll roll with it for now. you're twenty—one. i guess. you can drink. you can go out alone to bars and other places. you can meet new people. you're an adult. think about that.

   “so, again. i think you're very pretty and i wanna show you around. get to know you. would you like to do that with me?” he raises his eyebrows a little, waiting for a response.

   it's an eternity before you can win a battle in your mind. slowly, you nod, giving him a smile. “yeah,” you whisper. “yeah, i would. thank you.”

   “don't thank me just yet, sweetheart. i haven't shown you anything yet.” he gets up, pushes his chair in.

   before he leaves, he winks at you. “call me loki. it's... not as dreadful... as hades. and... what do i call you?”

   you say your name, your voice quiet.

   “much better than persephone, i think. it suits you. we'll keep in touch, ok?”

   “okay,” you say. butterflies are flying rapidly in your stomach.

   loki leaves you there. he'd much rather take you back to your home himself, but that would be too risky for the time being. for now, he walks out of that bar feeling like the king of the world.

[neonpigeons]

hello hope ur well :) feel 1000% free to ignore this ask, but how did you know you were nonbinary? i've been questioning my gender for a few months now and i put a binder on for the first time today and now i'm like. huh. you know maybe there's something to contemplate here. but i don't know how to know for sure, and i also do feel very much like a woman. but i feel like a woman in an exclusively lesbian way. like i feel alienated from womanhood but it feels like something that is intrinsically somewhere inside me. so yeah i was wondering how you realised. sorry and thank you <3

no need to apologize love, you're more than welcome to ask and I don't mind answering 💙

my response got a little long so I'll put it down below 👇

gender is one of those things that can be incredibly hard to parse and everyone has their own unique experiences with it, but I will say what you're describing sounds very similar to how I felt a few years ago. it was one of those things that had been sitting with me for a loooooong time, perhaps my whole life, and seeing other people's experiences helped things click into place.

that feeling of disconnect was a huge sign. I never felt like I belonged to my assigned gender. I tried for a long time want to be feminine, to fit into spaces meant for women, but it never worked. being gender non-conforming made me the most comfortable. being as androgynous as possible was the only way I felt right in my own skin.

I was always a "tomboy" growing up. I wore my older brother's hand-me-downs. in grade school I often had short hair and played in the dirt and picked up worms and snails and made all the adults scoff at me for being so unladylike. I would be upset that my boy cousins could sleep without their shirt on but I couldn't. my grandma and my girl cousins tried to get me to want to wear makeup and play with dolls and do other acceptable things for girls but it just didn't work. I even had long hair throughout my teen years but I didn't like it, even tho everyone would always fawn over it. (not trying to say any of these things are inherently gendered. anybody can like those things or look this way, but for me, going against these traditionally gendered expectations was a sign that I didn't connect to my birth gender).

realizing I was a lesbian around the time I was 20 was the first step, really. I cut my hair short and changed my wardrobe and finally got to present in a way that felt truly like myself. this was a gateway for me to learn about other people's experiences with gender-noncomformity, particularly in the lesbian community. I learned that a lot of lesbians didn't feel connected to womanhood, that being a lesbian was one of their sole connections. I also learned there's no wrong way to be a woman so it gave me a lot to think about: was I non-binary or just gender non-conforming? that was a big question for me for a couple years. after awhile, I was able to figure out that non-binary felt the most comfortable for me.

of course it's important to say "non-binary" is an umbrella term (another umbrella term within the transgender experience) so there's an infinite number of ways to connect to it. there's no wrong way to be non-binary, it just means you don't connect with the gender binary and you exist outside of it. also pronouns don't equal gender so whatever pronouns you choose to use for yourself, even if they're the ones you've used your entire life, they're still valid.

I know this is already getting pretty long but another way I could tell was when people referred to me with Very Gendered Terms, like lady, woman, ma'am, miss, mama, etc. that was usually when I would physically cringe and be like "no... that's not right." at my old job a lot of people would initially call me "sir" because the uniform granted me androgyny and most people assume that to equal being a man but then when I would speak they would double back and call me ma'am lol. I didn't like either of those terms used for me.

I hope this all made sense. and I hope you know you're not alone and if you have any more questions you can always ask me! I'm in no way an expert and I'm still figuring some things out (like, am I agender? transmasc? do I want to chop these tits off? go on T? just exist as I am?) and it's good to know that a lot of people are trying to figure this stuff out constantly. nothing has to be figured out immediately. it's okay to try out different labels and sit with them for a while and see how they feel.

and hey, if eventually down the line you realize you don't jive with those labels, that's a-okay too! if anybody gives you shit for that they can choke. it's only human to experience things and figure things out.

I love you and hope your journey of figuring things out goes well and I support you 100%!!! take care xx

[butteraway]

when time runs out | ii

⋆ summary:  A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: small mentions of suicide (I’ll put a star ‘⋆’ on top and below the paragraph so you can skip over it if your uncomfortable, you won’t miss anything too important so dont worry!)

"Bro, honestly I still can't believe that you of all people made it into the elite, number one hero school in the country."

"Waahh, I'm telling you! I'm the real deal Y/N!"

"So, how's your summer been? School's gonna be starting soon, are you excited?" Denki could only smile and sigh as his character was finally killed off.

Said girl chuckled as she heard Denki's voice rise through her headphones as they continued killing zombies in front of them. She grimaced as a zombie attacked her from behind her character. Geez, I never get a break in this game.

"Well, to be honest, nothing big really happened besides me getting my acceptance letter from U.A. Just me training and hanging with the fam." He laid back in the comfort of his bed, headphones still on in order to hear his cousin.

"Aah, already training, hero boy? That's why you haven't been visiting me lately." Y/N pouted and crossed her arms as her TV screen turned black, returning her to the main page of the game.

"Man, we suck at this game!" Denki laughed out loud as he saw how long they lasted in the last round. Y/N smiled and let out a small giggle of her own as she placed down her controller.

"Yeah, how long have we had this game for? It still feels like it's our first time playing this." Denki cracked a smile, even though Y/N couldn't see him.

"Hey, sorry for not being able to come to the hospital. Getting ready for U.A. is no joke, haha." Denki rubbed the nape of his neck, eyebrows scrunching up with regret. 

"Nah nah, it's fine! I understand that you have things to do. You have big plans for the future." Y/N brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, looking down at the needles that were plunged into her arms. Her eyes were clouded with an emotion she often felt when talking with Denki. She always felt guilty whenever the feeling came around.

"Must be nice to be able to achieve your dreams." Jealousy. She hated the feeling she got every now and then, but you couldn't really blame her. She lost everything in only a couple of months. Silence passed between the two teenagers, Y/N finally realizing what she said.

"Uh s-sorry about that! I didn't mean to say that alou-" Y/N was cut off by Denki's soft voice.

"Y/N, it's... okay to feel like that. I don't understand what you have been going through, but I know that you shouldn't bring yourself down for something you can't control. You're such an amazing person and to be honest. . ." Denki paused as Y/N's eyes began to glaze over.

"I'm doing this for me and you. You always encouraged me to take any opportunity by, as you like to say, the neck. I-I wanna make you proud, y'know? I wanna make it feel like you're a part of this crazy world, even if you're not really here, walking with me through it all."

Y/N’s lips wobbled as she let out a watery laugh. She hunched over, small tears falling down her face. To someone else, this would've boosted their ego, but to Y/N, those words meant the world to her. No one had ever said that to her before. She felt like she had a purpose in this wretched life of hers. She sniffles were heard by Denki

"H-hey! It's okay, p-please don't cry!" Y/N heard shuffling coming from Denki as he reassured her to not cry.

"I mean it. I only wish you could be there though, it would be so much cooler!" Denki smiled, trying to lighten up the mood. Y/N's sniffles slowly quieted down as she let out a soft laugh that made his heart swell with joy. At least he can make her laugh.

"I'm s-sorry, but no one has ever told me t-that." Small hiccups came from the girl as she calmed down, taking deep breaths to slow her heart rate. Won't want doctors to come rushing in just to see her crying over something so small.

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"I-I'm just really happy you said that." Denki's heart clenched at those words, his chin trembling every now and then. He knew that Y/N wasn't happy with where she was. She had even admitted that she had urges to rip out the needles and slowly lose her life from there. Denki spent the rest of that night talking to her after. To say he was concerned was an understatement. He was terrified when she told him.

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"I think us being able to play games together is already enough!" They both laughed and talked for a couple of minutes before deciding to to hang up. 

"Y/N, I mean it when I say I want you to be happy, okay? I hope you feel better tomorrow. Buh-bye!" Y/N said her goodbye to Denki, hanging up and closing the laptop that sat on a movable table. 

Her smile slowly left her face, leaving her staring blankly at the pure white wall and mirror in front of her. When visitors were gone, her window would turn to a mirror so no one would disturb her. Y/N took a good look at herself and only sighed. Despite being as healthy as she could get, she looked a bit on the thin side, this complimenting her skin. Running a hand through her hair, she untangled the little knots that had formed there.

"Geez, what happened to you girl? You look like a zombie." Y/N looked at the zombie game and cringed.

"Literally."  Just then the door to her room opened and shut quickly, the air filter turning on when a female doctor entered. Y/N watched her carefully as she checked the IV that connected to her arm. The protective suit never made Y/N feel better about her condition.

"Are you alright, Ms. L/N?" The light, stern voice rang through her ears as she looked at the woman in front of her. Y/N gave the doctor a grin.

"Never been better."

It had been an hour since the doctors had turned the lights off, but Y/N didn't feel the slightest bit of exhaustion. She had been sitting in the pitch black room for the time being and was really debating on turning on the TV.

"Ahh, fudge it." Instinctively reaching out for the remote, she turned on the TV and winced as the bright light hit her.

Looking back to the screen, she chose the option of going online and waited for other players to join. While waiting, a new character popped up next to her and she could only smirk at their username. Tapping on her mic, she decided to make conversation with them to see if they also had a mic.

"Now, what to play. What to play..." Y/N had settled for playing OverWatch since she didn't feel like playing any story type games. No cliffhangers tonight, Y/N thought. As the game loaded, she laid back and began thinking about cheesecake. When was the last I ate strawberry cheesecake? Great, now I want some. Thinking about eating cheesecake made her excited about the next day.

"Well hello, dear ol' '​​​​​King Explosion Murder_1.' Nice name you got there." Y/N chuckled as she said the name out loud, seeing another player enter.

"Hello 'Tape Dispenser?' What's with the wack name?" The girl’s eyes crinkled as she smiled at their name, hearing the user chuckle through her headphones. '​​​​​​King Explosion Murder' still had yet to reply, but that didn't bother her. They're either using the bathroom or don't have a mic. 

"The name was inspired by my quirk. But what's up with '_DeathGirl_', huh? You good?"  Y/N could only laugh at what he said. She should really send him a friend request.

"I’m honestly great, a little tired, but great! I just gotta make up a name, y'know? But your quirk has to do with tape? I don't know if that's wicked or useless." The boy laughed while Y/N laughed as well, losing her grip on her controller. That was until a gruff voice interrupted their laughing session.

"Shut the fuck up, your annoying ass voices are giving me a damn headache." Finally, after being silent, 'King Explosion Murder_1' spoke up.

"Aah, so you do talk. I don't know why you didn't say anything sooner Mr. Explosion Murder." The other player could only sneer at what she said, hitting his desk with his fist. Another player had joined, Y/N only noticing.

"Ah, hello 'Sleep Deprived Controller!'" Said player made their character wave, making Y/N chuckle. While they had their interaction, 'King Explosion Murder' was shouting at her, now realizing that she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

"Hey! Listen to me when I'm fucking talking to you, emo bitch!" Y/N’s eyes widened, soon rolling her eyes, watching the game load as they were placed into a match. What's his damn problem?

"Hey man, no need to go calling people names now." 'Tape Dispenser' nervously chuckled as he heard the other player growl. Y/N sported a shocked face as she heard this. What is he, a dog??? 

"Outta this conversation, extra!" Tape dude could only deadpan at what he was just called. Who calls people extras?? I’m not an extra, in fact I think I’m- 'Sleep Deprived Controller' listened with an annoyed expression on their face, wishing they could shut their shouting teammate up. Damn, wish I actually had a mic.

The game began as all the players separated, going their own way to kill their enemies. Everyone was in the zone, getting items and yelping every now and then if they were attacked. The first to go down was 'Tape Dispenser', then 'Sleep Deprived Controller', leaving both Y/N and 'King Explosion Murder' left on their team. Y/N smirked at their winning team, only one player was left on the other team. Just as the game was going to end, the opposing player shot down 'Explosion Murder', killing him.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" His mic cut off, causing the two players with mics in a cackling mess. Y/N calmed down, remembering she was still playing, trying to hunt down the last player. Finally, after many curses by a certain player and cheering from another, she located her enemy. 

"You better fucking win this or I'll kill you." Knowing he didn't mean that last part, she only focused on the first part. You better win this. Those words echoed through her head as she stopped aiming for the player. She hated being told what to do.

"Ah, so you're one of those people." Not knowing what she meant, they only watched with wide eyes at what she did. Y/N jumped down next to the enemy, shooting them twice with her weakest gun, signaling them that she was there. Quickly, the other player shot her character down, killing her. They lost the game.

"THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! WE COULD'VE FUCKING WON!" Explosion Murder wasn't taking defeat easily like the other two were. Y/N could only give a grunt of disapproval towards the loud player.

"Ha, why did you just give up right there? You could've easily killed him." Tape Dispenser was just as confused as the other two players, slightly disappointed at the loss. Y/N sighed as she rubbed her forehead.

"Sorry not sorry, but this dude really thought he could get away with telling me what to do. I'll make my move when I'm ready, sorry to disappoint you guys." She sighed as she rubbed her neck, ready to hear the disapprovals of her teammate. But what she heard and saw made her smile.

"Nah, it's fine. It can get a tiny bit annoying with Murder yelling in your ear." Tape Dispenser reassured her, with Sleep Deprived's character giving her a thumbs up. Though, the annoyed sigh caught her attention back to him. Her eyebrow twitched. What is it now?

"I'm done with this fucking sappy shit scene. I'm out." Those were Murder's last words before he disconnected, leaving them in an awkward silence before Y/N stifled a giggle.

"I have a feeling that won't be the last time I'm seeing him." Tape Dispenser chuckled while Sleep Deprived's character shook their head, making Y/N softly laugh. After sending friend requests to both people, she bid them both fair well and left.

Y/N turned off her console and tv, putting the controllers on the table near her. She laid down in the comfort of her bed, thinking about her interactions with the people she met. She smiled, closing her eyes and drifting into a dreamless slumber with only one thought in mind. 

King Explosion Murder is such a weird name.

[another-fanfic-haven]

That's a STUPID idea, but-- (part one)

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You just went back from your small grocery shopping. It's your free day, so you're trying to utilize it most productively. And no one besides you can go shopping without the police being called so... Such is life.

You're standing on the red light entering the highway. You noticed a nice sports car pulling over next to you and revving the engine. You looked at them and did the same. The driver lowered the window and pointed forward. A race, huh?

Without thinking you lied down on the tank, ready to lift off. And... GREEN! You both drove off with screeching tires. At first, the car was leading. You lifted your front wheel and overtake him. The road is fairly busy now, so you had to slow down. The car finally caught up, driving at the same pace as you. The driver flashed at you. He wants to talk? So be it. You pulled over to the nearest gas station. The man walked to you.

- You're the first one to be faster than me. - he yelled from the distance. You took off your helmet. - It's a shame it's so much traffic today. - Yeah. I could EASILY be first over that next exit. - you pointed straight at where you previously were going. - Ha! - he laughed putting his fists on his hips. - We should race again. But on the track this time. - Sounds great. When and where? - you asked with a smirk. - I like you already. Sunday night, the only track out of town. You down? - he asked giving you a hand. You shook it in acceptance. Both of you exchanged your numbers and left, both in different ways.

You went home faster than ever before and jumped inside.

- Tabi! - you yelled at the top of your lungs. You heard loud footsteps running towards the entrance. - What happened!? - he shrieked looking around carefully. - I'm fine! I'm fine. I just... got invited to a race. - you said joyfully. Tabi looked down at you, raising an eyebrow. - A race? With who? - I dunno. The random jackass who thought his BMW is faster than my Yamaha. - you shrugged putting down your helmet. Tabi flinched. - Do you remember any details? The car, the man. - he asked seriously. - I dunno, his car had a nice color. Blackish-red, three bright red stripes across the middle. - you noticed him cringing. - Cancel the race. - he claimed seriously. - But why? - you looked up at him. Tabi quickly grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the living room. You remember him doing this only once when he was highly stressed and worried.

- I- I know them. The description you gave. I remember it all. Those god damned bastards. - he voiced looking on the ground squeezing your wrist. - They pulled over. This hellish car. I-- They pushed me inside. - he struggled. You unintentionally triggered him. - Tabi? - I- I don't want you to suffer as I did. - he stuttered. - The people offering you this race-- They the same scums that did THIS to me! - he cried pointing at his chest. - Hey. - you put your hand on his shoulder - I'll be okay, man. I got out of way more nasty shit. - you smiled looking at your prosthetic. - And I can't break a promise.

You felt him looking at you, despite not lifting his head. He exhaled and stretched.

- Do you have any plan B? - Actually... yes. - you grinned. - And it involves you. - What. - You'll see... - you whispered. - but first! I have to unpack the groceries and I'm hungry as hell so... you down for some Chinese takeout?

[noisytenant]

shipping discourse related below sorry. not really arguing about "pro" or "anti" but more about the discourse itself

Lord forgive me but I have toPost or ill die. anwyays. im about to be both a centrist and a debate kid at the same time but it is really annoying when people use the bottom of the barrel reductive strawman to make their arguments about shipping stuff. The one that gets my goat is the whole "fiction is reality" vs "fiction has 0 effect on reality" arguments. Yeah you can find people who have quite literally said that but if youre theoretically making a post to bolster your ideological stance then citing that rhetoric is like doing one of those smashcut videos where you interview college students on the street about communism and turn it into a cringe comp about leftist brainwashing. Of course you sound smart if you only argue against the most stupid idiot arguments.

It feels like that kind of rhetoric is about affirmation and coalition building--"I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy, right?"--which serves the purpose of rallying people around a line in the sand that we can call our collective boundary. We as a society do, theoretically, need collective boundaries to protect against severe harms and abuses, but time and time again we see that no group seems to fundamentally agree on what abuse looks and sounds like in practice beyond some very basic and shaky concepts (ie, we can seemingly agree it's wrong to hit children, but many people make an exception for spanking or using a switch). my current feeling is that we have to create smaller and more managable communities within which we can hold each other accountable for boundary transgressions, but time will tell. in a better world the internet might be a space where we can do this easily, but we do not live in that world, and not so many people are up on the whole anarchist communism transformative justice thing or whatever it is i'm talking about.

while im not against tasteful schadenfreude (though public Post Schadenfreude is basically evil/can only lead to harassment regardless of intention) the kinds of posts that annoy me so much lack both schadenfreude and genuine argument--being only the most pathetic strawman cobbled together for your entertainment--leading only to a feeling that it's this masturbatory self-congratulation about how smart and right you are compared to how stupid and wrong the other people are, and how smart and right all your friends are for liking and reblogging with you. let's all laugh together! let's all be angry together! we're all normal! let's be friends!

the worst potential outcome of this phenomenon is the kind of mentality where people only think in terms of collective boundaries and refuse to internalize, examine, or control their personal boundaries and the responses they have to transgression. If you keep trying to build a coalition of allies who agree with you about this collective boundary for or against (kink/shipping/fiction/pedophilia whatever else shit theyre gonna come up with to describe this--can you see how ambiguous and personal this discussion ACTUALLY is, and how flattened it becomes in these terms?) you will find a time where you're the odd one out and you will either sink or swim. sure, we can all agree about chromebook bakudeku fanfiction cringe, we can all agree about fiction is reality cringe, but the boundary you just defined with those strawmen are utter nonsense and don't bring you any closer to anyone who's actually your ally, and don't really separate you further from your enemies either. you end up alienating friends, fraternizing with foes, and cultivating dumbshitness 24/7/365

anyways, feel free to define collective boundaries together, and to create spaces where you can agree on some ground rules about what is and isn't acceptable, but don't do it in this illusory schadenfreude masturbation. or do, i'm not your dad, i'll just personally be annoyed enough to write a long stupid post about it. thanks. bye

[kikoqueenofrats]

@toastraccoon Righto, so this is the last pre made chapter! The others will be released as I make them, so hopefully ya'll will be looking forward to that!

"This one I found after I snuck into a creepy game whilst my parents weren't looking" Rose smiled "Though they found out and got me out before the monster in there could hurt me" she sighed, frowning slightly as the unwanted memory flashed through her mind, before passing a small grey stone to Cel.

Cel returned Roses frown as he took it, imagining how it must've felt for the small stick to be stuck in a game like that.

A small smile slowly made its way across her face however as a not so bad memory entered her mind.

"Though...it was really cool...as the monster was pulling me out from under a table, my dad threw a chair at it and then started wrestling it...." Her smile wavered a bit "it hurt him alot but he didn't care...as...as long as I was safe..." She looked away, still smiling softly "they're both really cool..."

Cel chuckled lightly, before handing the rock back "yeah" he looked up at them, the trio were all sitting on what looked like a minecraft bed to the side of this makeshift folder bedroom takling to each other, "They are"

As Rose continued to show Cel her rocks, each with their own unique story, Vill and Sean continued to ask Mari questions.

They were mostly about their adventures, though some of them were a bit more personal.

Mari wasn't paying them too much attention at the moment, too busy watching Cel. Their eyes met for a few moments before Cel blushed and looked away, Mari continued to stare, wondering why Cel had reacted like that.

"Mari?" Sean chuckled, waving his hand in front of Mari's face in hopes of snapping them out of their current funk.

"Hm?" Mari hummed, their head turning back to Sean's, a somewhat dazed look in their eyes.

Sean was about to repeat their question when Vill interrupted him, placing a reassuring hand onto Seans knee as he did so.

"So what's your relationship with Cel like?" Vill asked, a somewhat knowing look in their eyes.

Mari shrunk at that whilst Cels, who had happened to overhear part of the conversation, face went red. He recognises that tone in Vill's voice; Vill would always use that tone when he thought two people were pining for each other.

Mari began nervously rubbing the back of their neck, looking rather unsure.

"Well...he...he's a good friend" Mari muttered, not meeting anyone's eyes.

Cel deflated slightly at that, though he composed himself quickly so Rose was the only one who really noticed.

She gave him a confused look, but quickly shrugged it off and went back to talking about her rocks.

“Mhm...sure” Vill smirked playfully and Sean rolled his eyes at Vill, though a small smile was slowly crossing over his face.

"Dad?"

Sean turned towards his daughter "yes sweetie?" He smiled.

"Can I show Cel my favourite game?"

"Yeah sure" Sean nodded.

Rose quickly grabbed Cel's hand and began dragging him out of the file, essentially leaving Mari alone with Sean and Vill.

Cel hoped Vill wouldn't end up making Mari too uncomfortable as the duo stepped out of the folder and into the desktop. But decided that if it did go that far then Sean would tell him off like he always did, so he followed Rose without another word.

Mari went to get up, not wanting Cel out of their sight in case something went wrong; However as their eyes met again the words from their previous fight entered Maris mind.

"...Mari don't you trust me?"

Guilt began making its way through Maris' chest as they realised the child had not asked for them to follow her as well.

Mari was being too protective of him, they had to let him go sometimes.

"Mari?"

Mari looked back at the duo sitting in front of him, quickly sitting back down, they tried to relax their racing mind.

"Yeah?" They muttered, still looking rather guilty.

"You okay?" Vill chuckled, slightly worried

"Oh, yeah I'm fine" Mari quickly answered, looking over at Sean "You had another question for me?"

Something caught Cel’s eye, as the duo entered the desktop, and he turned; only to come face to face with the user.

Yelping in surprise Cel grabbed Rose around the waist and pulled her kicking and screaming into the folder they had just come out of.

Rose continued to squirm and complain as Cel frantically looked around for a place to hide.

Hearing their child complaining Sean and Vill quickly made their way out of Rose's bedroom and into the folder home page; Mari followed close behind, also worried about the child's safety.

The user opened the folder, wondering how a random blue stick had made it onto her computer and why they were running off with Rose.

At this point Cel had let go of Rose's waist and had begun asking why she had been resisting so much. Before Rose could reply the user quickly grabbed her and pulled her away from Cel, pulling her across the screen, before placing her next to her parents.

She was about to grab Cel when Sean held his hand up and shook his head, going over to confront Cel himself.

Mari was about to follow Sean when Vill grabbed their arm; Mari looked down at Vill in shock and was about to try and break free when Vill spoke.

"It's going to be okay, I'm sure this is just one big misunderstanding" Vill muttered, still clinging onto Mari's arm.

Mari looked back at Sean and Cel, then at the user; if that cursor so much as moved in Cel's direction Mari was going to throw Vill to the ground, grab Cel and hightail out of there.

It was obvious the user liked these three sticks, Mari didn't know why but they weren't going to risk Cel's life to find out.

"Cel?" Sean looked Cel over carefully,having an idea on what had just happened but wanting to be sure “What happened?”

The remains of panic were slowly being replaced by guilt and confusion.

"I...uh..."Cel swallowed, eyes shifting between Sean and the user nervously.

Sean stopped right in front of Cel, looking down at him with a stern but understanding expression on his face.

Cel shrunk slightly as his eyes rested upon Sean, despite the warm undertones Sean still looked incredibly intimidating at that moment in time.

"I...I thought the user was going to attack us" Cel muttered now looking down at the floor. Sean nodded in understanding as Cel continued "But it looks like you're on good terms...I'm sorry I-" "Ah, ah, ah!" Sean held his finger out to Cel in a shushing motion "Don't apologize for trying to save my daughter's life, you didn't know okay" Sean stated firmly and Cel nodded slowly in response.

"Okay" Cel muttered now looking Sean in the eyes again; a soft smile spread across Sean's mouth and he quickly pulled Cel into a hug. Cel allowed this and sunk into Seans shoulder, relishing in the physical contact for a few moments before Sean pulled away.

"Alright, we should probably introduce you two to Saph then, She's probably wondering what's going on" Sean grabbed Cel's hand and led him out of the folder, the rest of the group following behind them.

Mari was unsurprisingly confused by what had just happened as they had never met a nice user before. It felt strange, knowing that they wouldn't be attacked at any moment on this desktop.

Mari continued to mull this over as they followed the group out of the folder.

Sean stopped, just as the group reached the center of the task bar, and waited for a few moments.

A large box appeared and what looked like a digital painting program began loading in; the sudden appearance of the box startled Cel slightly but he quickly composed himself.

Still pulling Cel by the arm Sean jumped into the box; letting go of Cel's hand, after pulling him into the tab, Sean quickly made his way towards the tool box and grabbed the pen tool.

During this Saph had turned on the text tool and had begun typing out her message.

The others watched as Saph did so, reading the words as they appeared on the screen.

[Hey Sean, who are your new friends?]

Sean quickly wrote out a response, making sure Saph could see the words clearly.

"Only the dark red one is new, the blue one is an old friend. Dark red's called Mari and Blue is Cel, they're gonna be staying here for a while"

"We are?" Mari thought giving Sean a perplexed look before looking over at Cel.

He looked…happy, really happy; Mari decided it would be best to keep that thought to themselves and accept the fact that they probably would be staying there for a while.

[I see, well I hope they enjoy their stay. I was actually gonna play There is no Game before, you know. Anyways I'm gonna get it set up]

Rose began bobbing up and down in excitement at that.

"Yes! That game's always more fun when Saph plays it with me!" Rose smiled, quickly jumping out of the tab and running over to the games icon, the others following close behind.

Rose was the first to jump into the games icon, Vill quickly followed behind; Mari was about to follow Vill when they looked behind them and noticed that Sean and Cel had stopped walking.

Mari decided to wait for the duo before jumping into the game themselves; Just in case Sean decided to try something.

"So uh, Sean?" Cel asked nervously, unsure on how well asking this question would go. "yeah?" Sean replied, looking down and smiling.

"I've been wondering, how did you get here?" Cel cringed inwardly after the words left his mouth; realising that he could've been more specific, but not wanting to ask again Cel decided to wait for Sean's answer.

Sean's face turned thoughtful for a few seconds; before a small frown appeared on his face.

Cel began to panic, believing he had somehow upset Sean, before Sean opened his mouth and answered.

"Well...as you know we were thrown into the dark forest, we thought we were going to get eaten by shadows but...instead we were brought to Bad Guys castel"

Cels' eyes widened slightly at that; the thought of Bad Guy doing anything good had never crossed his mind. Though now that he thought about it Bad Guy was supposed to be the opposite of Protag.

"He told us that he had been rescuing banished sticks and bringing them into a... sanctuary as he called it, so he brought us there and we stayed there with the some of the other banished sticks for a few months before two...powerful sticks attacked and destroyed most of it, me and Vill barely escaped with our lives"

Sean shuddered slightly at the memory, Cel put a hand on Sean's shoulder and smiled up at him in understanding; Sean smiled back before continuing.

"We ended up here via dropbox and after a quick scuffle with Saph we managed to convince her to let us stay"

Cel nodded slowly taking it all in, "You can stay here with us too if you want" Sean offered before jumping into the now open game tab.

Cel looked over at Mari, it was obvious that Mari had overheard the conversation as the stick had only been standing a few feet in front of them.

Mari looked worried, Cel knew that if he did stay here Mari would be left on their own; As far as Cel knew they weren't too comfortable with staying in one place.

There was also the fact that Cel still hadn't found out what had happened to his game.

However the prospect of not being in constant danger was incredibly tempting.

"I'll think about it" Cel replied, after a short pause, before following Sean in.

[alexstorm]

Do I get a yellow card now for not being the best fan possible?// You're good, lol. I was actually just listening to Live from the Royal Albert Hall for free on Spotify. I'm an 80's millennial & have bought everything else on CD still, just downloading doesn't do it for me & I don't have Mommy & Daddy (or just "daddy" 🤑) funding my life to help me be able to also go for vinyl (someday... 🙏). Jk, single women got this, I need to prioritise! But, yeah, I'm not way into live records either, I guess at least they put something out... If Alex has to croon in order to do the classics, I guess I can accept that & it isn't like it is totally cringe to me, but for some admittedly, its a little eye-roll inducing. I guess it's just that it may have made sense for the "Mark" persona, or whatever we want to call the lounge singer, for the TBHC tour, but didn't know if that is what he would now default to for old stuff on subsequent tours. Again, as long as he does old stuff still, I'm happy. Saw Clapton & endured a couple hours of unknown blues, while listening to the crowd scream "Laylaaaaaaa!!!" before every song. 🤦‍♀️

The last sentence made me giggle. I've been to a few of those concerts myself. lol

I used to buy everything on CD as well but went for downloading purely for practical reasons (less boxes when moving). As I've said before I'd love to be that person who has walls of vinyl in their home but again who helps me move those boxes and gives me the right-sized flat for that? Plus I still need a proper record player. I couldn't settle yet on one that's technically good but also visually. #firstworldproblems

Tbh, I never really noticed a difference since it was so gradually. Maybe I was used to him crooning and hence it made sense for me that he also does the old songs that way. I mean if I didn't like it I could still listen to the album version.

[borathae]

Hey... about the drabbles? Could you do one where you're supposed to have a first date with one of them but either you or he gets in a minor accident but has to stay at the hospital overnight and the other person is extremely hurt and therefore angry bc their (hard to get) trust was "used to hurt them" but then they find out and it's fluffy? And could you maybe do it with yoongi bc atm I'm so soft for him like 🥺 Thank you, love your work❤ ~procrastinating anon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff 

Warnings: low self-esteem, self-hatred, heartbreak, descriptions of minor injuries nothing major I promise, so much pain and sadness; but I promise the ending is fluffy and healing

Wordcount: 2k (I’m so bAD AT KEEPING THINGS SHORT jsjsjs)

a/n: I apologize for the total angst fest in the beginning jsjsjsj. This was not how I actually planned it, but I let my feelings flow free soooo I’m sorry? 🤧😂 also lisTEN I relate so muCH I’m so goddamn soft for Yoongi lately, this man owns my heart 🥺😭 I hope you enjoy this cute little drabble and I love youuu!  💜

Today you were supposed to have your first date with a cute guy, who you had been chatting with for quite some time now. Two months and six days to be exact. Min Yoongi was his name. Min Yoongi was currently working as a music producer, he was the proud father of a brown toy poodle named Holly and had a soft spot for holding hands. His hair was dark, almost black with the ends twisted in soft locks. His eyes, the prettiest eyes you had ever seen, made you giddy just thinking about them. Oh how many hours you have spend getting lost in them when you looked through the many selcas he had sent you.

At first you didn’t even want to accept his chat-request, too scared made you the thought of talking to someone again feel. Quite honestly you had terribly bad luck in your relationships – lovers and friends alike – you got cheated on, got used and abandoned when you were no longer of use, got called ‘not lovable’ and worse things you don’t even want to think about anymore. So downloading “the best dating app on earth” – so your best friend called it – was the scariest thing you had done in forever, followed by pressing “accept” on Yoongi’s request to chat and actually answering his dorky but loveable first message.

Yoongi turned out to be the sweetest and most understanding guy – person actually – you had ever talked to. He listened to your worries and told you without a hint of hesitation that he would love it if things would developat a speed you were comfortable with and that you can take as much as time as you needed.

He agreed on your terms to not rush meeting in person, because god that would make you practically have a full-on panic attack. That was the first time you had honestly smiled in a long time, rereading his message over and over again, you weren’t able to believe your luck.

Time passed and with it your trust grew. You were chatting on a daily basis with him by now, wishing him a good morning and waiting excitedly for his good night phone calls at exactly ten twenty every night. You felt totally comfortable with him. You felt safe to be yourself around him, even if it was just through the phone. You felt sexy when you noticed the way his eyes travelled over your features when phones calls weren’t enough anymore and they turned into video calls. You felt loved and you were pretty sure the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest every time you thought of him was love too.

So when Yoongi asked you if you wanted to meet up in person soon, your heart practically did somersaults in your chest. You had never typed “Yes!” faster in your life and judging by his quick answer neither had he.

The date was settled, two days from now you will meet each other in a little corner café. You couldn’t sleep in excitement, your mind was practically racing with scenarios of your date.

When the time finally came, you spend the entire day getting ready for your date, washing your hair, moisturizing every inch of your skin, picking out the perfect outfit. You showed up an hour earlier than arranged, just so you could mentally prepare yourself for finally seeing him in person. You were so excited.

One hour passed. Half an hour passed. You sent him a quick text asking if he was running late. He went online, typed and went offline before his message was able to reach you.

Two hours had passed since you came here. You quickly send Yoongi another message, asking him if he forgot about today.

Half an hour passed. No answer, no calls, no nothing.

Another thirty minutes pass and here you are still sitting at the corner café and waiting for him.  

Today should have been epic, exciting, remarkable, unforgettable. You were so sure it would bring a smile to your face every time you think about it. How could you be so wrong about that? You trusted him, you believed him when he told you he wouldn’t use you, you ate up his promises of support and comfort without as much as patting your stupid eyelashes.

You call him. It rings once then his voice mail tells you he isn’t available right now. He really rejected your call just like that.

So he just used you. You should blame him and be angry at him, but truth be told you weren’t. You were just hurt, so deeply hurt you have to look down your chest for a moment to see if you were actually bleeding. You honestly feel like you do.

Without any hesitation you block his number, block his social media profiles and delete all of his pictures. And just like that he is out of your life, your ability to trust is ruined for another year and your heart is broken.

Three days pass where your life consists of nothing more than crying yourself awake, forcing yourself to go to work and then continuing where you had left of in the morning when you go to sleep. You would have probably continued your daily routine if an unknown number hadn’t called you on the morning of your fourth day. The caller turns out to be Kim Seokjin, best friend of Yoongi who had stolen your number out of Yoongi’s notebook and who had made it his plan to explain everything.

Yoongi had gotten into an accident on the day of your date. The “idiot” – so Seokjin called him – walked into the busy street and got hit by a car because he was in the midst of typing out a message. He was lucky, nothing major happened. His right shoulder got dislocated and whilst getting thrown across the street he hit his head, resulting in a slight concussion. The entirety of guardian angels must have been with him on that day, so Seokjin said, the doctors told him such an accident results in death or life-changing injuries most of the times.  

As quickly as possible you are the hospital Yoongi is currently recovering at and find yourself standing in front of his room with shaking hands. Would it be awkward between the two of you after everything that had happened? What if you look at him and won’t feel the same warm love you had felt for him before?

A nurse opens the door before you can even knock, eyeing from head to toe before greeting you with a bright smile. It’s now or never. With held breath you enter the small hospital room.

“Yoongi?”you almost whisper, tiptoeing to his bed.

You have to take a deep breath when you finally take a look at him. All the feelings you wanted to push down and forget come rushing back into your heart, overwhelming you. You stumble back, holding onto the footboard of his bed.

He looks just as beautiful as he did through the phone screen, maybe even prettier if you were being honest. Even in his current asleep state he is able to take your breath away.  His eyes are closed, his lips slightly parted as steady breaths make his chest heave up and down. He looks so peaceful and calm, despite the white bandages covering the entire top part of his head and his right arm resting in a black sling.

Waking him up feels so cruel, but god, leaving him without having said hello feels so much worse. So you call his name loudly and gently tap his foot. He stirs, licking over his lips and swallows. His eyes flutter open. He mumbles your name, totally confused and still half-asleep.

“Hey”, yousay shyly.

“Hey, wow what a nice dream, these pain meds are awesome”, he murmurs, closing his eyes again.

“This isn’t a dream. I’m really here”, you chuckle.

“Seriously?” he gasps, surprisingly high-pitched for his normally deep voice. He sits up abruptly, hissing when hot pain rushes through his shoulder.

“Careful”, you rush to his side and help him sit up with a hand on his upper back, “you are still hurt.”

You sit down at the corner of his bed, careful not to hurt him.

“Yeah, for a second I nearly forgot about that”, he chuckles in pain, “how do you even know I am here? I thought you blocked me.”

You cringe at his words. So he noticed.

“Uhm, yeah I have. I, I mean had. I kind of had a slight mental breakdown when you ditched me at the café and I blocked you everywhere and deleted all of your pictures and basically locked your memory behind a big steel door in my mind and I swore to myself to never trust again.”

“Understandable”, Yoongi says. He takes your hand, squeezing it gently. You don’t even realise his gesture, too lost in rambling your thoughts out loud. It makes Yoongi tighten his hand around yours just all the more as a fond smile hushes over his face. You are so adorable when you rant like this and forget everything around you.

“But then your friend Seokjin called me”, you continue as if nothing happened, “and explained everything and now I feel like a total idiot for ever believing that you used me and at first I didn’t even want to come because I was too embarrassed, but then I started to miss you and-“, you pause to take a look at Yoongi.

A fond smile sits on his face, his eyes sparkle in adoration. Heat washes over your face as you start to blush vividly. You can’t even look into his eyes right now.

“I was rambling again. I’m so sorry. You probably think that I’m crazy right now”, you cringe, “sorry.”

“Actually I was thinking how cute you are right now”, Yoongi says softly, giving your hand another squeeze.

One you finally feel and one that sends in your body into complete overdrive. Your heart starts racing, your whole face becomes as red as a tomato, you stutter an answer but give up when you can’t even get out one basic word.

“I’m glad that you came”, he breathes.

You smile as an answer, squeezing his hand.

“It’s not an outfit I would normally wear nor is the location nice for a first date, but I hope that, I don’t know, it is still enough to give me a second chance?” he asks, almost scared.

“Of course it’s enough, it wasn’t your fault that you missed our date. I know that now”, you reassure him, making him smile, “besides I think you look cute in that hospital gown. I like the little pandas on the fabric”, you giggle, touching one of the dozens of animals on his shirt.

Right above his heart, you can feel it speed up underneath your fingertip at your gesture.

“Just wait until you see the back, because there is basically none.”

“Oh my god Yoongi”, you gasp at the mental picture of Yoongi sitting here with his butt all bared and naked.

“I’m wearing underwear don’t worry”, he laughs.

“What a relief”, you giggle, lowering your head in giddiness.

He pulls you closer to his body, making you scoot up the bed until he can wrap his arm around your middle comfortably and your back is rested against his side. You are careful not to put too much pressure on his body in order not to hurt him, despite your body wanting to basically sink into his arms. God finally being able to feel his touch, his warmth, his heartbeat is even better than you had imagined.

“Please stop me if this is too fast for you. And also I know you don’t really start a first date by kissing the other person, but-“, he inhales shakily, staring at your lips longingly, “-can I kiss you?”

“Yes please”, you whisper, leaning closer to his body.

His hand comes to rest on the back of your neck, your own cups his cheek. You are staring at each other for as long as possible, mesmerized by the other. Only when your lips brush over his and a gentle sigh leaves his throat do your eyes flutter closed and the feeling of his soft lips on yours drowns you in warmth.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jac & Jesse

Jac: [some gossip about him that could either be a bit true or totally hilariously not] Jac: when were you gonna tell me, like? Jesse: 👎 Jac: That's what you would say now you've been found out Jac: I 👀 Jesse: not to you Jac: Hmm Jac: I look forward to getting the actual info to spread about then Jesse: you'll have a long wait, dickhead Jesse: be gone by then Jac: Where are you going? Jesse: be quicker to ✔ off where I ain't Jesse: fully booked, me Jac: No one likes a show-off 🙄😏 Jac: how busy are you now? Jesse: busy with a ☕ Jesse: you alright? Jac: Yeah, I'm good Jac: I'm just getting ready for when I go on my own one-stop tour Jac: so when you've got a minute between ☕s maybe we can talk Jesse: go on Jac: You sure? Jac: not trying to be that customer that can't take a hint Jesse: you heard Jesse: don't need to be the customer pissing about when I'm trying to close up Jesse: you're fine to crack on Jac: alright, understood Jac: I won't nurse my ☕ and order a 2nd with five minutes to go Jac: I don't know how to start what I wanna say, helpful, I know Jesse: I ain't put a ⏲ on Jesse: take a bit if you need Jac: I mean, you put me on the 🕔 a bit but I'll just ignore you when you put up the chairs around me 💁 Jac: There's a lot of stuff I don't wanna leave left unsaid Jac: well, a lot of me does wanna leave it and I know a lot of you probably ain't gonna thank me for it either but I don't think I SHOULD leave some of it, the way it has been Jesse: alright Jac: fuck's sake Jac: okay, do you want the apology, the thanks, or the reasons Jac: because I can do them all but you know, pick your fave or least so we can get it out of the way, I don't know Jesse: can you even have a sorry or thanks without the why bit? Jesse: if I dunno what you're sorry for or saying tah for, not getting very far, like Jac: since you've not actually got me a drink, you've got some idea Jac: but okay, I hear reasons loud and clear, no need to be so coy Jac: you know why I need to say thank you Jac: that's more apparent, and easier Jac: and I didn't just pick you because I had no one else, I still could've made mum do it all with me or nan Jac: I wouldn't have picked anyone else, anyway, which sucks for you but yeah, you stepped up and I wasn't appropriately grateful at the time, or close, so I'll say it now Jac: thanks Jesse: you weren't ready to tell her, I get that, that's why I did Jesse: and it weren't like I did it for a tah Jac: no, I know Jac: but I should still say it now, I wanna Jac: it was still shit, and is always gonna be a shit thing that happened to me but you took a bit of it on, and that counts Jesse: you can have one back, tah for not dying, that worried me for a bit there Jac: I still don't feel like I was ever that reckless, like, I know how that sounds, and obviously the baby was a wake-up call that it had gone TOO far, even for my standards Jac: but under normal circumstances, I would've protected you from that, cared to and I didn't, so that's a sorry too Jesse: it was shit scary, the baby bit especially, but that's why I weren't gonna just leave you to it Jac: I thought I had a handle on the rest, but yeah, I should probably let that idea go since what does that matter given what happened Jac: you could've, and I wanted you to, so sorry/thanks again Jac: that's the least eloquent way I can put it Jesse: if it makes it less of a headfuck for you, reckoning that you had it sorted, you can have it Jesse: I don't mind Jesse: but you ain't ever getting me turning my back however much you want it Jac: I don't know, I was doing reckless, destructive things, but I never thought I was going to die Jac: accidents happen though, so, maybe I can accept now that I was tempting shit back then Jac: I don't want it now, and I did want that less as the year went on Jac: but I'm aware it's shit I ever did, that that must've been, well Jesse: what happened to Is was proper raw for all of us back then, probably put me on edge about you more than it would've done Jac: Yeah Jac: it was so right after, I know that's what mum and dad thought Jesse: we've all thought all kinds of shit Jesse: Jude's said loads of it to me before now, like I can give her an answer ✔ or ❌ Jac: and I deserve to live with the consequences of just letting you all speculate Jac: I really know that, and I'm gonna talk to everyone and you can all say or not say whatever you want to me, it's all fair Jesse: we've all lived Jac: that don't mean it's alright Jac: or I ever reckoned it was Jac: I knew it weren't Jac: and again, that makes it less okay Jesse: you weren't alright, none of us were big enough dickheads not to work that out, even her Jac: Obviously Jac: but the point is, you can hold me accountable now and it won't be a waste of time, you know Jesse: you've been a prick, me an' all loads of times, we both will be again in a bit Jac: it's a bit more than that Jac: come on, don't insult me like you reckon I was like that before Jesse: yeah Jesse: but I ain't gonna bother to hold it against you til you actually do 💀 Jac: that's weird Jac: leave your grudges 'til the grave Jesse: I mean I ain't bothering with any grudges Jac: Alright, hippie Jac: are you graciously accepting my apology and gratitude then or what? Jesse: I'll take it Jac: okay Jac: anything you wanna say? Jac: not last words or anything but if you can before you 💀 I'd appreciate it Jesse: you gonna say why then or what? Jac: It isn't as if it's just the one thing Jac: and now that I have to say, there's the fear that you're all gonna say it wasn't a good enough excuse and that's why I didn't say anything in the first place so Jac: let me work up to it Jesse: just call me a massive twat Jac: No, like, it was a lot Jac: and for what Jac: but it was logical at the time, and what I felt I had to do, whether that seems warranted or nah Jesse: I ain't gonna say you weren't 💔 enough for what you did Jesse: nowt to do with me Jac: You might not Jac: you might think it Jac: but I'm not gonna concoct some lie that makes it all seem worthwhile, can't be that bitch Jac: fake sob story Jesse: unless you're a 🧠📖 that don't matter Jac: I'm not used to gossip rags lying or chatting shit on me Jac: I don't wanna imagine that you think the worst of me, tah Jesse: you already have done Jesse: it weren't just us imagining all sorts, come on Jac: I really, on the whole, wasn't thinking about anyone else Jac: not to brag about it Jac: none of you anyway, it wasn't like I HAD to do that, but it also wasn't a choice, being that cunt, shutting you all out Jac: my 🧠 wouldn't Jesse: not offering you a 🏆 or owt Jesse: you've sorted your head out a bit now, if you wanna tell us Jac: I don't but like, I don't want you all thinking the worse now, when that doesn't need to be a thing Jac: We can't have mum and dad thinking I'm gonna go live some trainspotting fantasies in Edinburgh Jac: 'cos I can't have them making trips over all the time, obviously Jac: also, don't wanna bore you with every in and out, so hold on whilst I storyboard my fucking drama here Jesse: would be a pisstake Jac: It all started when Amelia stopped being friends with us Jac: I don't know if she told you fuck all, as you're such pals these days, but it wasn't just like, a natural drifting apart Jesse: it was 'cause she was in love with you Jesse: dunno if you knew that an' all Jac: yeah Jac: that was it Jac: there was a relatively big declaration and like, I wasn't a dick about it, I don't think Jac: but I didn't feel the same like that so that was enough Jesse: it would be, yeah Jac: so like, she was gone but obviously not I still saw her all the fucking time 'cos there's no escaping anyone in this town, and that was just awkward at first Jesse: obviously Jac: and it did kind of piss me off, that she seriously couldn't be my friend still Jac: but it wasn't all about that, there was the Savannah element of it for us both Jesse: 'course Jac: She was jealous of her, didn't like her, all that Jac: and I cared less, because I did have her Jac: and then the Isabelle thing happened Jac: and it all really got fucked up Jesse: she was proper gone Jac: who was? Jesse: Savannah Jac: Right Jac: but before that Jac: the guy Jac: with Isabelle Jac: we didn't know Jac: but we knew he was like, well we thought he was gross, a bit cringe Jac: so me and Sav set her up Jac: people weren't wrong blaming us, even though they got the situation wrong and they didn't know that, it was just between us Jac: that's why we ran away, and a big part of why she HAD to leave, even if her dad wasn't the most controlling person ever Jesse: what did you reckon would happen? with this lad and Is? Jac: just that...I don't even know now Jac: that she'd make out with him and we could take the piss out of her for it Jac: or he'd try it on and that would be funny because he was so gross Jac: not that he wouldn't take no for an answer, that was never what either of us had imagined Jac: but we still aided that situation, even if unknowingly Jesse: no shit you didn't imagine that Jac: fact was and is, if we weren't such shit friends to her Jac: he was still at the party, still could've Jac: but it might not have been her Jesse: I could have a go at you about how you should've been a more decent mate but it's nowt you don't already know Jac: Yeah Jac: feel free to but obviously that's a huge part of what I've been thinking on these past two years so, you don't have to, like Jac: and then, like you said, Sav left Jac: and I couldn't be friends with Isabelle and I couldn't be friends with Amelia and that was that Jesse: you could've said something to me Jac: I've only just been able to Jac: for ages, it was easier to keep blaming her, or say it would've happened anyway Jac: it was raw Jac: everyone was in shock, and I didn't wanna give a basis for the shit people were saying Jac: god knows how it would've been Jesse: alright Jesse: it was fucking bad enough, I remember Jesse: the bollocks people were saying Jac: not that I had to come out and make an announcement, but even if I'd tried to explain to Is, to apologize, she'd tell her new friends and then everyone would know and I'd be as bad as him Jac: worse for the betrayal Jac: I didn't wanna hack that on my own Jesse: or she'd tell her ma and that'd be Jesse: fucking hell Jac: right Jac: she'd probably call the police or something like they can lock me up Jac: and she knew I was a bad friend, Is, I mean Jac: she'd known we all were to her for a while Jac: but I am gonna talk to her, before I go Jesse: 💡🥇 Jac: I know I'm not dying but it's the first fresh start I've had Jac: any of us, even if someone doesn't wanna forgive me, at least they know the score, if nothing else Jac: and I know I've said what I should Jesse: I'm chuffed for you, mate Jesse: don't reckon I could be 💔 and get into a top uni Jac: you could write a top hit though Jesse: don't sound like me Jesse: but I'd probably give it a go if I were Jac: that's all it's about ain't it ❤ & 💔 Jesse: depends Jac: I've never heard a top 40 about... Jac: idk, mowing the grass Jac: doing your taxes Jac: it ain't the mundane Jesse: I'll write one for you if you're gonna be 💔 about it Jac: I think I'll survive, tah Jac: rather not read the speculation about who broke your heart 🤢 Jesse: 🍻 Jesse: you gonna have a word with Sav an' all? Jac: She's arguably one of the only people I didn't really screw over Jac: she got to go to a better school and get a new, rich pretty boyfriend and not deal with that whole backlash Jac: though I'm sure she feels her guilt for it too Jesse: but there's shit you wanna say that you didn't get to Jesse: half arsed fresh start if you don't Jac: I did say it Jac: well, did Jac: she knows Jac: I don't think there's anything to be gained for her or for me from that one Jesse: 👍 Jac: Not got an actual checklist of people to get through but you know Jac: close enough Jesse: make dad a ☕ all it takes to get in his good books Jac: good books is a stretch but not being on his must-constantly-check-in-on list myself will do for now so yeah, fair shout Jesse: yeah if you're well enough to put the kettle on and make a brew you're well enough to do owt Jac: parenting 101 Jac: ✅ Jesse: 🥇🏆 Jac: not serving it to him in a 🏆 Jac: laying it on a bit thick, I reckon Jesse: 🤏 Jac: Well, we're good then? Jac: not to 🕔 or anything Jesse: yeah Jac: yeah yeah or yeah, I guess Jesse: we're good Jac: Good Jac: if I'm not on my repentance tour, might see you when you get home then Jesse: might do Jac: yes very 😎 Jesse: 🤠

[mynameispuppy]

Talking in Summer chapter 1

Hello! this is my first fanfic in years, I plan on continuing it for a while. I put information about reader’s quirk and such in my first post. 

                                                  enjoy!

As I start to fold some plain colored tees I let out a sigh, I've been on my feet all day and I can't wait to just go home and relax. An old friend of mine suggested me to the manager here at superdry© in the mall. I'm grateful to have a job but I wish I could be working closer to my goals....

Since I turned 18 and left high school my life has been just a blob heading in no particular direction.

"Hey (y/n) looks like it's 7 are you ready to take a 15?" I hear my co-worker call out to me from the front desk. "Oh- yeah sure" I politely smile back at her, she was always looking out for me with breaks and such.

After gathering my stuff I head to the nearly empty dining area in the mall. 'Only one hour left' I state in my head while I take a bite of my sandwich. I look around and spot nothing particularly of interest.

Except one person.... Next to the center fountain sits a man

I see him quite often in the evening

He's thin with strikingly white hair and dark clothing. When I first started to notice him showing up, I speculated he worked in the mall since he was there almost on a schedule, but the more I look at his appearance and the fact he has no uniform I assume he may be homeless or just doesn't have anything to do.... 'Maybe I should stop judging people so much' Old habits die hard I guess.

Looking at my phone the screen lights up '7:15... Good timing (y/n)' I shuffle around and grab my things. Looking back one last time the white haired man seems to have left. 'Oh well'

The rest of my shift flies by mostly because I just get to sit here and talking to Yume, my co-worker, while we clean up the store.

Just like clock work I head home at 8pm. Taking the evening tram about 3 blocks away and then walking the rest of the way.

I climb the steps to my apartment and stumble inside taking off my shoes and running over to my shiki futon shoved between my closet and bookshelf.

I try to check up on my social media a bit and check on things but my eyes quickly grow heavy "I guess it's been a while since I slept huh?" I chuckle to myself. Plugging in my phone I roll over and decide to sleep.

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The next morning is hot, around 33°C, so I decide to wear some comfortable, breathable clothes like my beige plaid skirt and a v-neck white shirt. The outfit reminds me of my old school uniform 'why not go all in then...' I figure and do pigtails aswell.

The trip to work is boring and repetitive. I wish something would spice things up...even a little. At least I get off early today.

I walk up to the big red sign of the shop and proceed in placing my bag behind the counter and sitting down.

Customers will come in check out a jacket or two and leave.

I finally get snapped out of my trance when hear my phone alarm go off "hm?" I reach down and realize I must've set an alarm for break without remembering. 'Maybe I'll go get some (favorite drink) I'm not particularly hungry this morning', grabbing my wallet I make sure my manager is all set before heading out. I take a quick little stroll under the open roof of the mall as I approach the brown fake wooden "drink shack" shop.

When I enter I see that it's still kinda slow since it's the morning hours except a couple people sitting in the back. After getting my drink I decide to head to the middle of the shop where I see a brown haired man sitting at the back bar and that same white haired man sitting at a booth.

I drink my (favorite drink) while keeping my locked gaze on the habitual man for a creepily long time. I was still tired out from my quirk so I must've been zoning out for a second too long...

He looks up at my line of sight and makes direct eye contact. 'I've never seen his eyes before... Red huh? Creepy.' I think to myself while he looks around him probably trying to see what I'm staring at. I try to fix the awkward situation by giving him a little wave but he just shoves his head back down into whatever paper he's scribbling across.

'sigh'

'you know what why not just get up and walk over there he could be a new friend'

I blush at the idea of being so bold I've never been particularly loud or extroverted before. But almost as if my embarrassment and body weren't even in tune I find myself approaching the man. I almost collapse on the booth seat across from him my legs shaking and hands in a clammy cold sweat clutching my drink. "......do..yo-you work here?" I force the conversation out trying to seem confident. His red glare slowly makes its way to my face "AT THE MALL I MEAN!" That came out louder than intended....I can feel my face get hot from all the cringe building up inside my body.

"Why are you bothering me." The words were scratchy and seem to cut out of his throat blunt and awkward. I start to wiggle uncomfortably realizing the humiliating situation I put this stranger and myself in.

"I apologize, I see you around here a lot I thought you may have noticed me." I squeeze out while looking at the table slowly scooting out of the booth.

"Right..." He trails "you work at that clothing shop next to the fountain."

I perk up a bit I guess he did take note of me. "W- yes I do," I stand up and bow "it's a pleasure to meet you officially." I scramble to be polite and smooth the situation over. "Yeah." He seems to be done with me so I nervously spit out "Well feel free to say hi anytime!" before turning back to the shop since my break was over.

I get scolded by your manager for being a bit late. But overall I'm over the moon proud of my confidence, maybe this won't turn out so bad even if he decides to decline your offer.

Quickly finishing up my last few hours of work since I only had a 4 hour shift today and decide to do some window shopping at the mall before leaving looking at other clothing shops and game stores.I had taken a study break from games, but since I have graduated, I've been trying to catch up by skipping sleep thanks to my quirk. Sadly I still find myself exhausted. Nothing catches my eye so I decide to head out.

Taking a stroll around town it's still quite sunny at 1pm, I decide to head to the park next to the local high school. A place I used to frequent a lot. Checking out my phone I see the headlines and new articles everyone seems to be in a frantic state "Destruction and mayhem..." I let slip under my breath while rolling my eyes.

This is why I want to be a veterinarian, actually be helpful. I always feel like heroes and cops are one in the same... Useless. While I start to bask in the sun I start hear squabbling between two males but their faces are blocked by the thick park trees. Leaning over I notice that one of them ran off. Spotting some oddly familiar shoes as the second person starts to walk into view.

To save myself any more staring embarrassment I quickly go back to closing my eyes at the sun only to feel the Bench's weight shift under my bottom. 'Someone is sitting next to me'. I take a peek and see the crusty pale man from the mall. "Hello?" I state looking for a response. With scrunched eyes he looks over at me and makes eye contact. 'he must not get out often' I think to myself.

"Fancy seeing you here" I chuckle to try and start a conversation. "Yeah." He rasps. 'is that all he knows how to say? What a weirdo maybe I shouldn't have approached him' I think before trying again at entertain him "Thank you accepting my of-ffer" stumbling at the end scared I might be annoying him. "Mmm" he grunts.

You're definitely annoying him.

"Do you want my number?" My words break out of my lips like water in a dam

'jeez why don't you just stalk him at this point' scolding myself.

"What makes you think I do." His words offend me in an odd way. "Well I just figured maybe we could become acquainted better that way...maybe?" Even I seem unsure of what I'm saying. Without another word he slaps his unlocked phone in my lap, hurrying to put my number in under (y/n) (l/n). "Feel free to text me anytime, I gotta head out." I say, I don't really need to leave but I'm pretty sure if I'm here any longer all my embarrassment is going to make me crumble.

bowing politely I turn to leave. "Hey." My head spins around to see the scrubby man now standing and looking at his phone, "Bye.", he nods at me before turning off and leaving as well. 'what a blunt man he must not have a lot of friends.... Oh There I go again judging I should really quit'. I seem to be filled with excitement though. Meeting new people is a rush I haven't had the pleasure of feeling in a while. I feel myself smiling all the way home.

[yaboymercury]

Ripping 9 to 5 - Butler

Jeremy had enjoyed his first term at university but was looking forward to getting home for the break. Especially becuase he would get to see Adrian again.

Jeremy was really hoping to finally make progress with some guys at Uni but he was still held back by his massive crush on Adrian. It had been holding him back pretty much since he moved in.

The short of it is that Jeremy's family is rich, and Adrian's family went broke when he was a teenager. Being friends with Adrian's father, Jeremy's mother offered to let Adrian live with them. And being the good person he is when he turned 16, a couple years before Jeremy, he offered to be a butler for the family not wanting to be a freeloader. Resistant at first, Jeremy's parents insisted against it, but not wanting to be a freeloader Adrian was adamant.

Jeremy didn't mind as long as it meant that he could still spend time with Adrian. But it did change things. Jeremy found Adrian being more private with him, being more formal, more professional. Jeremy still harboured a crush on him and he still got warm energy from him, but their relationship had changed.

Going away to Uni was his first time not living with Adrian for a while and he missed him. Which is why he decided that when he came back for break he would make an active effort to reconnect with him. And now they were both fully adults he wouldn't have any restrictions.

Walking back into his large family house he said a brief greeting to his parents and had to pry them off him to get to his room for some privacy. Lugging his suitcases up the stairs he could call Adrian to help but he wanted to surprise him.

Getting back to his room for the first time in ages Jeremy felt happy to be back in his element, everything was the same except for the fact that the window was wide open leaving a cold breeze chilling the room, so he quickly closed it. He began to clean himself up in preparation for his reunion with Adrian.

About to leave the room satisfied by his lathering of deodorant and combed hair, Adrian walked towards the door. But before he could arrive he could hear pounding footsteps getting louder from outside. Getting closer to the door so he could get a better hear of it, the door was swiftly pulled open from the other side.

There was Adrian in his typical butler uniform, in those same tight trousers which contributed highly to Jeremy's sexual awakening and that same glowing face. But something was different. He was sweating on his forehead, squirming uncomfortably and had a hand on his stomach, and a shocked expression on his face obviously not expecting the sight of Jeremy.

But Jeremy didn't mind and if he had the element of surprise he could easily reconnect with him. He leaped forward and gave him a tight hug which was responded to with a grunt. Again he didn't care bring so close to him again was contorting. He pulled himself off the butler and gave him a proper look over grinning.

"You miss me?"

Finally breaking a warm but formal smile (yet still looking physically uncomfortable) he replied:

"Yes Master Jeremy very much so."

Putting on am exaggerated frown Jeremy punched him in the arm saying:

"God how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that, it's just Jeremy," Pausing a moment he looked back again at Adrian winking "or whatever you want it to be." With a giggle.

Ignoring Jeremy's advances he walked into the room still looking restless "So um, Jeremy, why are you home early?" He couldn't really make eye contact but he sat down on the bed rubbing his stomach.

"Oh yeah sorry, I gave you the wrong date, thought I'd surprise you" Still smiling Jeremy was happy he was finally seeing a more human side of Adrian.

His butler pondered this for a moment gulping and then looked back to Jeremy with a desperate look. "Jeremy please do me a favour, could you please vacate this room?" It was said with urgency, but obviously not more urgency as Jeremy had to reconnect with Adrian.

"Oh trying to kick me out of my room now? Gosh did you develop an attitude when I was gone?" It was all said playfully and Jeremy wanting to make some contact gave Adrian a weak shove on his side as he sat next to him on the bed as a mock punishment.

But obviously the push caught Adrian off guard and he fell onto his side onto the bed away from Jeremy and grunted what sounded like 'Crap not now'. Surprised by the relatively bad language from the man he didn't hear the rumbling from him, but he certainly heard what came next.

PHRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT

Never in his years of knowing Adrian had he ever imagined him farting. And now all of a sudden Jeremy's nose was being assaulted by a rancid stink exiting his asshole. Adrian was a red panting wreck on the bed after letting the fart out.

"Master Jeremy, I'm so sorry I never meant for you to see that..."

Jeremy wasn't exactly enjoying the smell gagging on it a little, he was surprised that Adrian could produce something so stinky. But seeing him with his guard so down for the first time in years overjoyed him, so he thought he could take advantage of it.

Putting a hand on one of Adrian's he leaned towards him. "Don't worry I still like my Butler, even if he does have a smelly ass." Jeremy joked but it seemed to only make Adrian blush harder.

Adrian leaned up and stood up from the bed pulling his hand out from under Jeremy's and used it to attempt to waft away the lingering smell of his expulsion. "Again Jeremy I'm sorry you had to experience that I really am, and I'm glad to see you are home safe, but I have things to do so I'll see you soon."

Jeremy couldn't have this, Adrian being his same old cold butler self. Especially after ripping the worst fart Jeremy had ever smelt. As Adrian began to exit the room Jeremy grabbed his hand holding him back, making Adrian give Jeremy a sad look back.

"Adrian what changed with you?" Getting serious for a moment Jeremy was able to grab his attention. Adrian took a deep breath sighing and closing the door in front of him. He turned back to give Jeremy and earnest look.

"Back when I was sixteen a lot of changes began happening, with me especially," this time she sat voluntarily close to Jeremy "I became you're family's butler as you know and I've always been in debt to your family..." He took a deep breath "Which is why I knew that when I developed feelings for you I could not follow through on them in case of being unprofessional." Jeremy's heart was pounding not knowing what to say so letting him continue. "Also around the same time as all this was when I started developing my gas problems, in fear of being even more unprofessional I isolated myself from you even more so neither you nor your parents would discover this. I also took the opportunity of your unused room when you went to university as a room to relieve myself, I'm sorry if that sounds crude and I'm sorry if you feel violated but there is no point lying about anything anymore. Feel free to tell your parents as much as you want I'm sure I can find another job..."

Jeremy had enough of Adrian's negativity so he made sure to cut him off with: "You're not going to have to quit!" Which gave Adrian an excuse to smile weakly. "And why didn't you tell me you liked me did you never suspect that I liked you as well?" All Adrian could do was look down in shame. "And why didn't you tell me about your gas problem it really wouldn't bother me it can't be that bad?!" With that last statement Adrian cringed in response.

"Believe me Jeremy it can, and I'm desperately sorry but could I please relieve myself outside or in the hallway I would never want to subject you to that again." He began to try and leave the room again but once again Jeremy pulled him back. Seeing Adrian uncomfortable hurt him so he decided that he would fully accept that side of him.

"Adrian I really don't mind, please don't leave"

Adrian just looked at him then covered his face with one hand embaressed and leaned over a little.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRFT

I did stink, it was disgusting, it reeked. Jeremy wasn't going to pretend it didn't. Maybe he even played up his reaction to play with the mortified Adrian even more but just so he could surprise him more afterwards. After suitably gagging on the rotten stench filling the room, Adrian looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Jeremy I'm really sorry, I know how much I stink, I really can't help it."

Right as he finished the sentence Jeremy decided it was time to strike. He practically tackled Adrian to the ground and gave him a moment to reject him and then followed with a kiss. It was a great moment for Jeremy lifting a weight from him but he knew he had to explain himself to Adrian.

Pulling himself off Adrian's mouth he ran his hands along the body underneath him.

"Adrian I think I can put up with your stink, especially for you, I tried to forget about you at university but I couldn't so I know I can put up with a little gas."

Adrian looked shocked but happy "Thanks Jeremy, I'm not sure where we can go from here with all these crazy bloody circumstances," Jeremy was happy to hear that he accepted that they could go somewhere "but believe me when I say it's more than 'a little gas', how can you be sure you can put up with it?"

Jeremy didn't exactly expect the conversation to be going this way but he wasn't exactly willing to give up. "Test me, give me the worst you've got! And if it let's me get more well acquainted with that bum of yours then I'll be more than happy!"

Shocked at the crudeness of Jeremy's offer Adrian managed to break a smile but was still worried on Jeremy's behalf. "Are you really sure I don't want to hurt you?"

The warning only made Jeremy laugh. "Dude it's only a few more farts how bad can it be?" All Adrian could do was respond with a sigh knowing he wouldn't be able to get Jeremy to give up.

Adrian just stood up in front of Jeremy arching his back a little, feeling a little happy he's finally able to show off his ass which he is so secretly proud of, knowing the complimentary his tight trousers have on it. Jeremy wasn't complaining having to resist full on spanking the man choosing to only lightly rub the cheeks.

PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT

It hit hard, surprising Jeremy even though he expected it. The rotten winds blowing out of the butler's ass blew back his hair and made his nostrils flare. The fart seemed like it would never end and it seemed like Adrian was making no effort to stop it spreading his cheeks out with his hands.

The gas finally subsided and Jeremy tried to catch a breath of fresh air but the oxygen around him was fully tainted. Looking back at him Adrian asked:

"Do you see what I mean now?" He looked at the pitiful sight of Jeremy sitting agape his eyes watering from the stink. It was sad for Adrian knowing that man he loved couldn't put up with his gas. "I'm really sorry Jeremy..."

But of course despite the stench intoxicating Jeremy's brain he still had his priorities straight. He grabbed Adrian and pulled him down into another surprise kiss making them both smile again, but Adrian still had doubts.

"Okay so maybe it's a little bit worse than i expected but do you really think that will put me off you?"

Finally giving Jeremy one last serious look, "If you can put up with this one, you can have whatever you want okay?"

Jeremy nodded in response gulping but ready for any challenge. Adrian stood in front of him again but this time he slid down his trousers and underwear displaying his bulbous shining cheeks spilling out his trousers. In spite of their beauty they did come with a natural stink but Jeremy could handle that but it reminded him of what was to come. But mainly Jeremy was focused on finally getting a good view of Adrian's uncovered ass, he was practically drooling. He was so distracted that he barely registered Adrian say:

"I'm sorry for this Jeremy..." And without warning he pulled Jeremy's head into his ass fully smothering him. Jeremy would resist but the cool sensation of being inside Adrian's cheeks was amazing. With a grunt and a rumble inside his rectum, Adrian let loose.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT

Jeremy could hear Adrian moan in relief letting that one out. A shitty odour attacked Jeremy's nostrils unfiltered by any clothing, this would have repulsed him more if he wasn't in such a heavenly ass. It hurt him to smell but the feeling of Adrian's hole winking on his nose actaully aroused Jeremy which surprised him. He could tell Adrian was about to apologize for his stench again so Jeremy thought he would surprise him, maybe even punish him for forcing his head in his ass.

Adrian began to feel the orgasmic sensation of an explorative tongue invading his hole. The sensation was amazing making him buckle over more, he was certainly beyond the realm of unprofessionalism so he couldn't exactly ask his master to stop. The pleasure on his hole was getting so good that it began to tempt more gas out of his ass.

PHHHHHHHHHRT

PRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

Rancid farts began further stinking up Jeremy's engulfed face, but Jeremy had gotten to a point of the smell of Adrian's anal pheremones was beginning to turn him on. Still rimming the butler he decided to put his hands to use using one to unbuckle his trousers and begin rubbing himself and the other to rub Adrian giving him a hint of where this is going. Adrian noticed the shift in atmosphere and smirked realising just how kinky his master is. He unzipped his own trousers giving Jeremy's spare hand more freedom to explore.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRAPPPPP

RRRRRRRRRPPPT

PRAAAAAAAAAFFFFFT

The smell only got more intense filling the room with a scent of ass stink. By this point both of them needed release, their dicks throbbing. Jeremy pushed himself out of Adrian's ass gasping for breath.

"Adrian!" He pulled the man down to face him by his tie in a less serious but still commanding tone he said: "I demand that you put your flatulence to good use and release those winds on my member!"

With a sadistic grin Adrian gave him a quick kiss and said with a more sadistic smile "As you wish..."

He slid his body down resting Jeremy's shaft in-between his cheeks and letting his own push up against Jeremy's chest.

PHRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH

The gas began deep and rumbling, blasting hot gas vibrating against Jeremy but also the gas which escaped managed to instantly cloud both of them filling their nostrils with the rancid cheesy stink making them both moan as it overwhelmed their senses. When the fart reached a crescendo Jeremy thrusted against Adrian stimulating both their dicks enough to prompt climax shooting ropes onto eachother leaving Jeremy's chest and head and Adrian's ass soaked, and the room reeking. Jeremy knew the room was old but he didn't remember the paint peeling off the walls before.

Both men fell into eachother giggling over the insanity of their sexual experience but also in relief that they can finally be with eachother.

In that moment Jeremy was hoping that Adrian's new butler services would extend to putting him to sleep with his ass gas every night, but he was sure that he could persuade the gassy butler somehow.