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The Roman Goddess (part II)

Sana X Male Reader

The taxi ride to her hotel feels like it's taking hours. Her white top still shows hints of your last moment alone. Since then, the two of you met not a lot of people. Only a couple of oblivious visitors and the taxi driver.

The later was staring at her for a couple of moments as the two of you got in. It wasn't your place to say something, she is married after all. But you can't really blame him.

Even after you just had her kneeling half naked in front of you, you still glance at her every two seconds.

You still feel like you are dreaming. How you managed to pull it off still remains a mystery to you. Or maybe she was looking for someone anyway? And you were just the first guy to hit on her?

Maybe. And even if that's the case, you don't really care. As long as she is taking you to her hotel room, you don't care why she is doing this.

"What's your name by the way?"

The taxi driver's radio is too loud for him to understand what the two of you are saying. Italian words echo through the car.

The young woman raises an eyebrow.

"Now you are curious? After you came on me?"

You feel your cheeks heating up, but you see how the left corner of her mouth moves upwards a little.

"Y-You asked me to."

She tilts her head as if she is trying to recall the scene in the museum.

"You sound like I forced you to do that."

Somehow she did. Or at least her body. Who wouldn't want to cum on her chest? Especially if she says she wants it?

"So?"

You brake the silence after a couple of moments. Although it's anything but quiet in the car. As far as you can tell, the driver is listening to a soccer game.

"I'm not sure if I should tell you."

"I just came on your chest. Shouldn't you trust me by now?"

You see her smirking, intrigued by the way you used her words against her.

"I won't tell you my name. Just in case."

She finally turns her head towards you, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Just call me Venus."

"Venus?"

You can't help but chuckle.

"Didn't we already establish that you are like Aphrodite?"

'Venus' shrugs her shoulders. An elegant gesture coming from her.

"You said that Venus was more important."

You nod quietly.

You feel out of place. You've never been to such a hotel before. Everything looks expensive. The white marble floor, the cedar wooden reception desk, the golden elevator doors with pretty engravings.

The lobby just looks insane to you. But Venus just walks through the big hall, her head raised high, her confident stride makes her heels klick on the floor.

Trailing behind her, you see how well dressed everyone is. It's not like your outfit sucks, a simple white shirt and jeans, but the other guests are wearing suits and dresses.

"Mrs. Minatozaki."

The receptionist greets her, handing her the key for her room. Her name sounds Japanese.

"And this is a package that just arrived. It's for you."

"Thank you."

Venus, or Mrs. Minatozaki, takes the small box and walks towards the elevator. You follow her, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself.

As soon as she throws the package on the bed, she turns around. You tried to see what her room looked like, or rather suite, but her intense gaze makes you focus on her.

"Come here."

She whispers, slinging her arms around your neck. You lean down, meeting her halfway as the two of you start to indulge into each other's lips.

You realize that your hands once again are exploring her body. As if you can't get enough. Her curves feel so good underneath the fabric.

"Fuck, your lips taste so good,-"

You catch her pause.

"I need a name for you too."

Her lips leave yours, before they kiss your cheek, moving towards your neck.

"Any suggestions? It should fit mine."

It's hard to concentrate, when you have a woman like Venus kissing your neck. Impossible even. But you luckily know your way around Roman mythology.

"Mars."

You feel one of her hands slide down your back.

"Mars fits the theme."

"And who is that?"

You don't know if she is pretending or not, but you feel her hand reaching your crotch. Yours are on her waist. Still amazed by how small it is, you try your best to explain.

"The Roman god of war. And agriculture."

You feel her chuckle into your neck.

"That's an interesting combination."

"Well,.. "

You can't stop it. Your history nerd side comes back to life. Despite the fact that Venus is slowly letting her fingers glide over your jeans.

"That combination is a characteristic of early Rome. Military and farming both have their peak during the summer. It makes sense to me."

You feel her bite you skin slightly.

"Are you gonna keep talking? Or do you want to fuck?"

"T-The second one."

"Me too. Mars."

She whispers, before backing away.

It feels weird to be called by a name of a god.

"Give me just a minute."

Venus takes the package and disappears into the bathroom.

Standing alone, you are not quite sure what to do. Take your clothes off? Stand in place? Get on the bed?

Your eyes roam the big room as you realize how much this must cost. Hundreds. Maybe even a thousand a night or something.

Even the bed looks like the best you've ever seen. It's almost three times as big as yours. Golden ornaments are decorating its wooden bed frame.

You decide to get rid off your clothes. A moment later you are lying on the soft mattress, only in your underwear. Then, the door opens. You feel your jaw dropping in amazement.

Venus leans against the white doorframe.

Her black lace bra shows her porcelain like skin underneath. Her tits look a little bigger than before. Her panties match her bra. Black lace. It shows of how small her waist is. Her toned stomach really makes her look like a goddess. The black straps that connect her stockings with her panties each have a golden ring in the middle. The heels she is wearing complete her all black outfit

"I see you like it?"

You look down at your crotch. That's a very clear yes.

Watching her walk over to you almost makes you drool. Her hips sway from left to right, her hair, now lose, follows the same rhythm.

"I don't even remember the last time my pussy was filled."

She crashes down on you, not giving you time to react, when she reaches the bed. Landing on top of you, you feel her center rub against yours. Her hands in your hair. Her lips on yours once again.

The two of you exchange a passionate kiss, her hands slowly going through your hair. Yours are traveling down her back, until they reach their destination. You squeeze her cheeks, making Venus moan into your mouth.

"Naughty boy."

She coos, before she slides down your body. Her tits graze your covered crotch in the process. Once her face is on the right hight, she pulls your boxers off.

"I've already missed this so much."

She sighs, before diving in. Without a word of warning, you feel how Venus swallows your cock. Her warm mouth makes you groan as you sink into the cushions.

Reaching down, you hold her hair back as her head bobs up and down. Her blowjob is messy. Her saliva is starting to get everywhere. Your cock, your balls, your thighs, the mattress.

The only thing you can do is watch. Her eyes lock onto yours, trying to stare into your soul.

"Fuck."

You groan, unable to withstand her attack.

"So delicious."

She murmurs as she let's her tongue dance along your shaft, before taking you back into her mouth.

You can feel how impatient she is. Her blowjob is gaining in pace, her hands moving along your thighs. She starts to fuck her face onto your cock.

With a load groan, you almost cum right there. She pulls away early enough. Your disappointment is quickly replaced by heart pounding excitement.

"Eat me, please."

She gets on her knees, pulling her panties to the side. The mouth watering view almost gives you goosebumps. Her folds are wet, her pussy cleanly shaven.

You pull her hips towards you, making Venus sit on your face. Her pussy tastes even better than it looks. You can't get enough after only one lick. Her hands are in your hair again, forcing you to bury yourself even deeper into her core.

"Yes, baby."

She sighs, her head rolling back. Your pace quickens as you insert a finger into her wet core, while you lick her clit. Her velvet walls clench around you, dying for any friction at all.

"More. More!"

Her moans become louder, her whines needier.

At one point, she starts to ride your face. Your finger is still inside of her, egging her on.

"So close. The museum made me so wet."

You can feel her orgasm slowly approaching. Her pussy clenches around your finger even harder.

"Fuck!"

She almost shouts as she cums on your face.

Her sweet nectar tastes like peaches as you are forced to drink it, her hands keeping you in place.

"That was so good."

She sighs, her body visibly relaxing on top of you.

"I don't even remember the last time..."

She trails off, glancing down at you.

"I need you inside of me, Mars. Fuck me hard."

You tighten the grip on her waist, suddenly sitting up. It makes her fall off you and she lands on her back. You are now kneeling in front of her wet core, your cock grazing her folds.

"Give it to me."

She watches with a satisfied look on her face as you start to penetrate her pussy. Her tightness makes it hard to fit all of your cock inside of her in one go. You have to slowly ease in and out a couple of times, until you finally bottom out.

"Fuck, you are big."

She sighs as she feels how you fill her. Her pussy hugs your cock as tight as it can.

Her hands grab the sheets as you start to fuck Venus. Her body rocks back and forth on the mattress. Your hands are placed on her hips as you enjoy her pussy. It almost feels like she is made for you.

"More!"

Her head sinks into the sheets as you start to fuck her harder. Her legs wrap around you, trapping you, not allowing you to go anywhere but deeper. Not that you mind. If you could only stay inside of her forever...

Your body moves on its own, driven by your carnal desires. Every thrust makes her breasts jiggle slightly, despite the fact that they are still secure inside her bra. Her eyes are staring up at you, tracing the drops of sweat that form on your forehead, before they fall onto your chest or her tummy.

"Gosh, your cock..."

You see how her eyes become smaller, until they finally close. Her mouth is slightly open, moan after moan escaping her pretty lips.

"How are you so tight?"

You can't help but wonder. How is she this perfect? That face of hers would already be enough for every man to fall for her. But her body turns you into a slave to your animalistic instincts. And her pussy.. You can't describe it with words.

It feels like you are in paradise. And at the same time, you feel something like guilt. You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be fucking her. She is a married woman. And yet, that fact somehow turns you on even more.

Venus should be off limits to you. Because she is way out of your league. And because she is married. But here you are. Fucking her, while she whines and mewls, asking you to go faster.

For a moment, you wonder if she is alone in Rome. Or is her husband with her? You haven't thought about this possibility yet. That he and her might have spent the night right here. In this bed. In the bed you are fucking his wife on.

"Fuck!"

Her loud moan brings you back to reality.

"I need it rougher! More!"

It's starting to feel like she just can't get enough.

You start to slow down, wanting to try another position. Maybe you can fuck her even deeper that way.

"Get up and turn around."

Venus seems to like the idea. She gets on all fours her ass facing you.

"Put it back in."

She smiles as she looks over her shoulder.

You let your hands run along her beautifully shaped cheeks. You knead them a couple of times, before you aling yourself with her wet cavern once again.

"Fuck me hard."

It's a mixture of plea and command.

Venus moans when you thrust forward, impaling her with your cock.

"Oh god!"

You lean over her, grabbing both of her arms. Pulling them back, you make her kneel. Only your hands on her arms keep her upright.

Fucking her from behind feels better than missionary. You are able to penetrate her deeper. You are able to rock her body back and forth properly. And you can really pull her onto your cock.

But as you keep pounding into her, her hair starts to fall, swinging from left to right. It hits her face, whenever you pull at her arms and thrust into her. She has to close her mouth, letting out needy whimpers. But she can't hold it in for very long. And soon, she has some of her own hair in her mouth as she moans for more.

The only downside is, you can't see her face. Her gorgeous features must be twisted in pleasure, but you are missing out on seeing them. Her hair starts to have a life on its own as the pace and force of your thursts increase. It starts to cover parts of her face, while most of it is still resting against her back.

You focus on the rhythm of your thrusts as you feel how deep you are inside of her. It feels like her pussy is getting better and better by the second. Your own pleasure increases, the harder you fuck her.

"Fuck!"

Venus suddenly cums around your cock. You missed the fact that she has been dead silent for the last couple of moments. Now, she is letting it all out again. Lewd words spill from her lips, just like her juices spill out of her pussy. She starts to stain the sheets underneath, almost slipping because of her own liquids.

Her orgasm overwhelms you, bringing you closer towards your own edge. You have been holding on for now, but the sight of Venus cuming right in front of you eventually proves too much.

You feel how you are growing tired, her pussy contracting around you with every thrust into it.

"I think I'm gonna cum!"

You groan, trying to warn Venus.

"Paint me! Stain me with your cum!"

She mewls as she feels you picking up the pace one last time. Her hair is still in her face, but she is unable to put it back. Her arms still behind her.

"Fuck."

You sigh as you finally pull out. You let go of her arms, letting Venus fall face first into the mattress. You hold your cock in your hand as you start to climax. Your cum hits her back. Rope after rope starts to stain her skin. Just like she wanted. Some of it gets onto the bra wire, the white globes visible on the black fabric.

"Fuck, I needed that."

You hear her mumble into the sheets, her voice muffled by the white cotton.

You still can't fully grasp what you just did. As soon as she came out of the bathroom it felt like someone else was controlling your body. It felt incredible nonetheless.

As you see Venus lying on her stomach in front of you, your cum on her back, you wonder what else there is to do. There is so much. There is so much the two of you could do. You whish you could explore even more of her body. To feel every inch of her skin.

When Venus finally turns her head to look up at you, you see her smile. Her eyes tell you that she is thinking the same thing.

"How do you want to fuck me next?"

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merrybloomwrites · 6 months

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Harryween

Summary: Harry dons a Dorothy costume for Harryween and reader thinks he's never looked better.

Warnings: Smut, p-in-v sex

AN: My fyp was full of Harry in his Dorothy costume this morning so I decided to write the filthiest thing I've ever written at 6a.m. Enjoy!

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In the time that you and Harry have been together you’ve seen him wear hundreds of different outfits. From the sweats he relaxes in at home to the fancy clothes he puts on for events and his concerts, everything looks good on him.

But nothing could have prepared you for October 30, 2021.

You’ve been to plenty of Harry’s shows, and while you sometimes stay backstage while he gets dressed, more often than not you leave before that so you can be surprised by his attire just like everyone else. This has led to a fair number of times where you’ve had to quickly calm yourself to keep your jaw from literally dropping.

But tonight. Harryween night one. This is by far the hardest night to keep your cool. The second Harry skips on stage in his Dorothy costume everything else fades away. You’re so focused on watching him that you don’t even hear the first song or the screaming fans around you. All that exists is Harry. Harry in that little dress with the cute tights and delicate bloomers. Harry with his hair in a bow and blush on his cheeks. Your thoughts are absolutely sinful. And they stay that way.

Normally you have a pretty good grasp on yourself. Even when your boyfriend is literally hip thrusting and sliding his hands down his toned body on stage, you can get your mind out of the gutter. But not tonight. No matter how hard you try, nothing is helping to get rid of the now persistent ache in your belly. Because the show is more than halfway over, and you’ve been turned on the entire time to the point that it’s becoming painful. There’s nothing you can do to try and ease the tension and you feel like you’re putting on just as much of a show as Harry is in order to hide your dirty thoughts.

All through the show your mind was playing through different scenarios of what to do when you get him alone in your hotel suite. At first you thought this might be a night to pull out your strap on and harness. You imagine how pretty he’d look under you, his skirt hiked up as you slide into him over and over. You think of the face he’ll make when you find that special spot, how his chest will turn as pink as his cheeks.

Even though his outfit was inherently “feminine” he had never before looked so manly, so in tune with his masculine side. That was the moment you realized you needed him inside of you; needed him as hard and as deep as possible. Unfortunately, this realization was during the third song of the night and you knew you’d be suffering in want for well over an hour.

You’re practically weak in the knees by the time the intro to Kiwi starts, and the second the last note is played you rush to the car that’s waiting for you and Harry.

You make it there a minute before he does and the anticipation of him joining you in the enclosed space dressed the way he’s dressed has you even more turned on.

He slides in the backseat next to you. And it’s torture. Because there’s still the driver and security guard in the front seats and now you can see Harry up close, and he looks even better than you thought. In addition to the makeup, he has a post-show glow and you find yourself taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

“You alright? Your cheeks are as pink as mine.” Harry’s sudden words startle you out of your daydreams and into reality.

You look into his eyes and his concerned face immediately turns into a knowing smirk. He can’t say anything he wants to, not with company in the front of the car, but he can’t pass up an opportunity to tease you. He slides a hand to your thigh under your poofy skirt and slowly drags it up. When he reaches your center he ghosts his fingertips over your panties. He doesn’t even need to slip inside of them or put any pressure to feel how wet you are. They’re absolutely drenched. You’re dripping with arousal, probably have been for nearly two hours. The realization sends Harry blood south, and he’s grateful that all his layers should hide his growing erection.

The rest of the car ride, as well as the time in the elevator, is charged with sexual tension. Finally, you’re in the privacy of your hotel suite. Before you even get to the bedroom you’re on him, desperately pressing kisses to his lips. He follows your lead for a moment before pulling back, deciding that he still wants to tease you a bit. It’s been a while since you were so worked up and he loves to see you this way, to know the effect he has on you.

You try to pull him in for a deep kiss but he’s only allowing small pecks. You finally groan in frustration, and he has the nerve to ask you what’s wrong. His voice indicates he knows exactly what he’s doing, and part of you wants to slap him for being such a tease. But a bigger part of you just wants to do whatever it takes to get him into bed. So you refrain from violence.

“Please,” you say, not above begging at this point.

“Please what?” he asks, even though the flush of your cheeks and fully dilated pupils alone are enough to tell him what you want.

“I need you.”

“Ah, so you’re a needy little thing tonight huh? What’s got you feeling this way?”

“You, Harry.”

“Hmm, I think it’s something else. What specifically has you so worked up?”

You roll your eyes at this, how he keeps asking questions he knows the answers to just to tease you and delay giving you what you really want. You play along, hoping that it will speed up this process.

“It’s this outfit, okay? The dress and the bloomers and the tights and the makeup and the hair and all of it! Not sure what it says about me that you in a dress is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but fuck, this is literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve been turned on since the second you stepped on stage and it’s honestly becoming painful at this point so can you please, please, fuck me? And don’t act like you’re not horny too, cause your dick’s obviously hard enough to tent that skirt even with the layers underneath.”

After that outburst Harry just stares at you for a moment while you catch your breath.

“Yea, you’re not wrong,” he says simply with a shrug before giving in. He lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and crashes his lips into yours. Your mouth immediately opens as you let out a satisfied moan, happy to finally be connected to him. His tongue slides against yours as his hands roam your torso. You slip your hands into his hair, careful not to mess up his bow or smudge his makeup. He helps you out of your outfit, lips never straying too far as he sponges kisses onto each bit of skin he reveals.

You’re loving every second of this, but your body is begging for more.

“Please, Harry, I’m so empty. I need you.”

He can’t pretend like your words don’t drive him absolutely wild, and he rushes to slide off his bloomers, tights, and underwear. He sees you pout and says, “Lovie, I can’t fuck you with three layers of clothes covering my dick.” Even as aroused as he is, he can’t help but be endeared by the cute, disappointed look on your face.

You know he’s right and grudgingly reply, “Fine. But the dress stays on.”

“Of course the dress stays on,” he agrees before crashing his lips back to yours. Now free of his undergarments, he lines his cock up with your dripping entrance. You cry out in relief as he slides into you. Your eyes slam shut with the intensity of finally getting what you want, but once you realize what you’ve done you open them again. You don’t want to miss a moment of this.

Harry looks downright ethereal above you. He’s practically glowing and his muscled arms and chest peaking out beneath the dress are driving you wild. The skirt billows between you both with every thrust, tickling your belly in a new sensation that’s somehow adding to the pleasure.

He’s setting a fast pace, one that’s normal for you both, but tonight you want more. You want him to completely let go.

“Harder,” you say, sounding nearly breathless already.

Harry gives you a look before asking, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, please, go harder,” you say more firmly this time.

His mouth meets yours again in a searing kiss and he listens to you, pounding into you harder and faster that he ever has before. There’s a second where you wonder why you’ve been holding back all this time, but after a few thrusts you are no longer capable of such deep thinking. All you know is Harry, his mouth and tongue on yours, his cock slamming into you in a way that has your mind whiting out. He knows you’re close and goes to slide his fingers against your clit. For a moment he has trouble getting under his dress but finally hits his target.

It only takes another minute before you come so hard that you’re seeing stars. Your back arches and mouth opens in a silent scream. Harry presses kisses to your face, neck, chest, anywhere he can find as he continues to trust into you chasing his own end. You’re coming down from your high, riding out the aftershocks when Harry reaches his orgasm. You watch as his eyes, so delicate with his makeup, slam shut, and his pretty pick lips drop open. More pleasant shocks roll through your body as you feel him emptying inside of you.

You both catch your breath before Harry slides out of you. Even though he’s gentle you still hiss at the slight discomfort.

“I’m so sorry, did I go too hard?” he asks.

You smile and shake your head, saying “No, baby, that was perfect. You were perfect. Exactly what I wanted.” He smiles in reply, pressing a simple kiss to your forehead before he gets out of bed. He reaches a hand towards you and says, “Shower with me?” Even though you just want to fall asleep, you can’t say no to that invitation.

You follow him to the bathroom, and he turns the shower on before taking the clip out of his hair. He sees you pouting again and doesn’t need to ask what the problem is. “I can’t live in this dress forever,” he tells you with a laugh.

“I know. That’s probably a good thing. Don’t think we’d ever get anything done if you looked like this all the time. Can I help you take it off?”

“Of course, baby,” he replies.

After showering, you’re laying together in bed. Harry plugs his phone into the charger and sees that it’s after midnight.

“Happy Halloween lovie,” he says, and you wish him the same.

A few minutes later Harry’s snoring gently beside you and you realize that there’s another show the next night. You fall asleep praying he doesn’t wear another dress; you’re almost positive you wouldn’t survive if he did.

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xhoneywheatx · 5 months

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Oh Baby (Naruto x black fem!reader)

Warnings: None Category: Fluff Summary: Just my thoughts on me you and Naruto going through the birth of our your first child. Also, this is slightly proofread. I apologize for any mistakes.

(Third person POV)

Y/N tossed and turned for the last time before finally accepting defeat. A few hours ago, you and Naruto finally laid down to rest for the night. She was sure the baby would get through the whole night this time. Y/N was about eight months into her pregnancy, and she blew up like a balloon. She was so big that the ability to put on regular shoes without Naruto's help was impossible. She hadn't even seen her toes in about three months, and she cries about it every so often.

Now, the baby was playing soccer or something, keeping her awake. She didn't know why the baby was up at nearly 3 in the morning until her stomach growled. At that moment, she realized just how hungry she was. "How am I hungry? I made sure to eat something before bed." She pondered to herself as she carefully threw her legs over the side of the bed. She felt around the floor for her slippers, pushing her pretty white colored piggies into the soft fabric, and stood up once she had them on. Looking back, she saw that Naruto was sleeping on his back with his mouth slightly open with light snores coming out. He looked so peaceful that she was almost jealous.

Usually, when Y/N wakes up in the middle of the night, he wakes up with her. However, two days ago, Naruto was sent on a mission as a last resort from Kakashi. Everyone else he had in mind before picking Naruto was already set out on missions, and he'd volunteer to do it himself before making Naruto leave Asami in such a state at home. Still, even his assistant was gone on a mission. Naruto wasn't upset at all, which shocked Kakashi. He thought he'd have to talk him into doing it, but he didn't.

Anyways, the mission ended up lasting until earlier this evening. Even though he was gone, Kakashi had Ino stay with her to help her around the house. She helped Y/N bathe in places she couldn't reach and assisted in dressing her. Ino didn't mind it at all. She was finally away from the hospital for a few days. Once he got home, Naruto thanked Ino for her hard work and took over to which she replied, "Taking care of my baby momma is never a problem!"

Since Y/N had already taken a bath and was dressed in her most comfortable nightgown and matching black bonnet, he didn't have to do much. He bathed himself and spent a few moments rubbing her sore feet and telling her about his mission. Although it was short, he had to spend most of it on his feet which really took it out of him. It didn't last too long though once he felt himself nodding off the moment he stopped talking. He helped Y/N up the stairs and into their bed before falling asleep when his head hit the pillow.

Y/N went downstairs and into the kitchen to soothe the rumbling in her belly. With a hand on her belly, she opened the fridge and immediately reached for two brand-new boxes of strawberries and pineapples. Her most recent craving was fresh fruit, so Naruto made sure they were stocked up on her favorites. She pulled the boxes out and shuffled to the living room to begin feasting.

After finishing the first box and halfway through the second, she was beginning to feel satisfaction. Once completely satisfied, she closed the boxes, placed them on the end table beside the couch, and began rubbing her belly. A flutter of kicks and punches made her giggle at the weird feeling. "Are you happy now?" She asked smiling down at her stomach.

"I can't wait to meet you and find out what you are. Your daddy and I already came up with names for you. We have one for a girl and one for a boy, but I'm not telling you until I see you." She felt a tiny kick under her hand as she continued speaking. "Your daddy loves you. Don't give him a hard time, okay? He's excited to meet you too." She sighed feeling her eyes getting heavier and heavier. She realized it would take her much longer to go up the stairs alone and decided against it. Instead, she reached for the throw beside her and called it a night on the couch. It wouldn't be the first time she got stuck down there.

Just as she got comfortable and was about to close her tired eyes, Y/N felt a presence behind her, so she turned around to see her husband standing in the arch with a tired smile. "How long have you been there?" She asked, looking back down at her belly. It seemed like the baby was finally calming down. "A few minutes." He responded, his voice deep and scratchy. He walked up behind her and placed a kiss on her cheek before grabbing the boxes of fruit and going to return them back to the fridge and throw away the empty one. When he came back, he took a seat beside his wife and smiled, placing a hand on her belly.

"Why are you up so late princess?" He asked. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on top of his as he gently rubbed her belly. "I could say the same for you love. Aren't you tired?" She asked noticing the pinkish tint in his eyes. "I am, but I rolled over and couldn't find you, so I got worried." He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "Well, the baby was hungry and wouldn't let me sleep, so here we are." She giggled. Naruto laughed with her. It was nearly every night now that she was getting up to snack on something to feed her hungry baby. No matter how tired he was, Naruto always made the effort to keep her, and his child satisfied.

Suddenly, Y/N felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and flinched, grabbing the place where it hurt. "Ah!" She cried out making Naruto worry. "Hey, what's wrong baby?" If he weren't already awake, now he is. Her face twisted in discomfort as she tried to fight through the pain. "I-I don't know, but it hurts. I think the baby kicked me the wrong way or something." She talked through clenched teeth and squeezed his hand. After a few more seconds of sitting there, the pain began to subside, and she breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Are you sure you're okay Y/N? That didn't seem like a kick or anything, ya know." Naruto worried. He'd been there when the baby gave her a hard time and it's never been this bad. He looked at her glossy eyes and began worrying even more. "She's never cried over a kick before." He thought to himself as she reached up to dry her tears before they fell. "I think so." She looked at him and tried to her best to reassure him with a smile. However, another surge of pain hit her in the same spot causing her to cry out once more.

"Owww!" She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of a way to relieve the pain. "Maybe I should stand up." She groaned. Naruto wasted no time standing up and grasping her two hands before gently pulling her up. However, as soon as she stood up, Y/N felt something trickling down her leg and on to the floor. The two of them both looked down and saw the small puddle of clear liquid running on to the floor. "N-Naruto... I think my water broke." Her voice was uneasy and shaky.

Naruto's blood ran cold. "How is this possible? The baby isn't due for another three weeks!" He panicked to himself trying to understand the situation. "S-so that means it's time, right? The baby is coming right now?" His words were quick from his spiked nerves. Y/N nodded her head and doubled over in as another wave of pain, which she now realized were contractions, hit her. Seeing her in this state made Naruto realize that he needed to get their baby bag and get her to the hospital. He quickly ran up the stairs and burst into their bedroom. He frantically looked around and spotted the green bag at the foot of the bed. Grabbing it, he quickly stepped into his slippers and went back downstairs to his wife.

Y/N, still in the same position, was now crying from the pain in her vagina and abdomen. "Who knew this would hurt so fucking bad?" She thought to herself as she held on to the couch for dear life. Naruto slung the bag over his shoulder and walked over to Asami and crouched down so she could see him. "I'm going to carry you, okay? It's not that far, so it won't take long, okay?" He waited for her to answer. Asami sniffled and nodded her head. Immediately, Naruto stood up and carefully cradled her in his arms and headed to the door.

"Don't worry princess. Before ya know it, our baby will be here." He tried to reassure her. She smiled through the pain and began trying her breathing techniques Sakura went over with her as Naruto closed the door behind them.

"Here we go princess."

At the hospital, Y/N was loaded on a stretcher and put into a labor and delivery room. She was undressed and put in a hospital gown due to protocol. However, she nearly killed one of the male nurses for taking her bonnet off and putting it in the bag with her nightgown. Poor man was scared to death seeing her skunk stripe glow from her starting to activate her jutsu. Naruto snatched the silk material from him and returned it back where it belonged. Although, he didn't mind seeing her head of curls all frizzy and cute.

From there, she laid in a bed hooked up to an IV to keep her hydrated while they waited for her doctor get there to check if she's ready to push. Naruto sat in the chair beside her, holding and kissing her hand as she fought through each and every contraction with the next one being worse than the last.

A knock on the door was heard before it slid open. A head full of pink hair peeked through and smiled at the two before she stepped in. "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting you when I was called in." Sakura spoke as she walked over to the nervous couple. "Hey Sakura!" Naruto grinned at her. "Hey Naruto. Are you guys excited?" She asked as she sat down in the swivel chair provided for her. Then she started going through Y/N's chart. "You know it!"

Y/N was going to answer but yelped in pain feeling another contraction. Even though Naruto panicked and tried his best to soothe her, Sakura only placed the chart down and lifted the blanket covering Asami from the waist down and stuck her head under.

This obviously wasn't her first rodeo.

From there she saw that the baby's head full of dirty blonde hair was beginning to crown. "Y/N, I need to you breathe, okay? It's time for you to push." Sakura announced.

Y/N began getting nervous. She didn't know how to feel about finally giving birth, but the pain from the contractions was more than enough to motivate her. "You can do this princess. I'll be right here the whole step of the way." Naruto entwined their fingers together and smiled at her. She turned to him, covered in sweat and nodded her head. "O-okay." She said through her labored breathing.

"You can start when you're ready." Sakura threw the blanket from over her head and Y/N's propped up legs so the process could go smoother. This left her exposed from the waist down, but she wasn't worried about it.

Another knock on the door was heard making Sakura say, "Come on in and start setting everything up." Three medical ninjas walked in with different equipment in their hands that Naruto didn't know what it was for. He looked back at his wife and decided to give her a bit of encouragement since she hadn't started pushing yet. "On three, okay?" Naruto waited for her to nod. Once she did, he began counting "One... two... three," Y/N began pushing with all her might, screaming out in pain as the baby began to move and stretch her out. She squeezed his hand as she held the push for a few seconds before quitting.

"Fuck! It hurts so bad." She cried out. Never has she ever been in this much pain. She's gotten stabbed, blown up, and everything in between. She'd rather go through that pain again than this. It felt as if multiple bones in her body were being broken at the same time. This was hell! She huffed and puffed seemingly out of breath after just one.

"Good job momma, keep pushing like that for me, okay? The baby will be out right away." Sakura encouraged. "Okay." Y/N struggled to speak through the pain. She was trying to calm her breathing, but the more she pushed, the harder it seemed to breathe. "Come on sweetheart. You got this." Naruto stood to his feet and pressed a kiss on her forehead tightening his grip on her hand. "One... two... three," Y/N screamed out, pushing with all her might, following her husband's counting. She threw her head back and held the push for as long as she could while gritting her teeth the whole time.

"Good job! Good job! You're doing amazing. The head is through! The head is through!" Sakura encouraged Y/N through her push.

Y/N let go and decided to catch her breath. "I'm so proud of you sweetheart." Naruto brushed her braids from her face and smiled down at her. She looked up at her husband through her tears whispering, "It hurts Naru." She sniffled. Naruto was quick to brush her tears away with the back of his hand. "I know, sweetheart. Hang in there for me okay? Our baby is almost here." While placing another kiss to her sweat-covered forehead, Naruto's heartfelt moment with her was short lived when Sakura spoke up once more.

"If you can hold this one, it might be the last push, okay? Can you do that for me?" Sakura looked up from her position to make eye contact with her for acknowledgement. Y/N nodded which Sakura copied for confirmation. "Yeah? Alright, one more big push!" Sakura refocused herself and let Y/N take the lead once more.

"Look at me baby, look at me." Naruto urged. When she did, Naruto began counting once more. "One... two... three...!"

Using the last bit of strength she had, Y/N cried out while unintentionally pulling herself slightly upright as she pushed. Both Naruto and Sakura encouraged her the entire way.

"Keep going sweetheart!"

"Yes, yes, yes Y/N! The baby is almost out!"

"You got this sweetheart! You got this!"

After what seemed like an eternity, Y/N felt the unbelievable amount of pressure in her vagina go away followed by the soft cries of her newborn baby. She breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion knowing the ordeal was officially over.

"You did it, ya know." Naruto's voice wavered upon seeing the nurses clean and take care of his child. Tiredly, Y/N looked up at her sniffling husband and placed her hand on his cheek to catch his attention. Looking down at her, Naruto's heart swelled a thousand times over. It was at this very moment he really and truly felt like his life was complete.

He smiled through his tears and leaned down to kiss his exhausted wife.

As the medical team cleaned up Y/N, changed her and the bed sheets, the baby went through the process of being cleaned and documented in the Konoha Baby Book. Everything from the baby's name to a picture was input. It was only when the team was finished applying a bit of medical ninjutsu to heal her stretched lady bits that Y/N's beautiful baby was brought to them...

...in a pink swaddle!

"It's a girl!" Sakura exclaimed while holding the baby out to Y/N. With a quivering bottom lip, Y/N took her baby into her arms and began soaking everything in. Their beautiful baby girl had a head full of honey blonde hair - with Asami's signature silver skunk stripe running down the middle. The baby's skin was a nice caramel color being that Y/N was a woman of a darker skin complexion. Most importantly, three little whisker marks adorned her cutie patootie face on either cheek.

"She looks more like you than me." Y/N directed her sour tone to her husband. "What can I say," Naruto bashfully rubbed the back of his neck before continuing. "I came out looking like my dad too." She giggled and then passed the sleeping baby to her husband.

Sakura decided it would be best to leave the new parents alone for a bit. "I'll be back later you two. Make sure her name is ready to go in the Baby Book!"

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Three knocks on the heavy wooden door caught Naruto's attention. His fingers were flying across the keyboard of his laptop when the noise was heard. He glanced down at the time and began to wonder who it was seeing him during this hour. His next meeting wasn't due for another few hours.

"Come in!" He called out focusing his attention on the door. Upon opening the door, he expected to see an adult of some importance greet him with a stack of papers or something. He didn't expect his mini me waddling full speed at him with her tiny little baby arms stuck out grabbing the air.

"Dada! Dada!"

His heart swelled hearing the name he's grown used to over the past two years. He immediately rose from his chair and quickly stepped around his desk to greet his baby girl. "Nami! Hey baby girl." He enveloped her in a hug before looking up to meet your adorable gaze. "Hey, sweetheart. Whacha doin' here?" He asked as her stood up securely holding his daughter in his arms.

Y/N stepped towards him, holding his gaze before leaning up on her toes for a quick kiss. "Nami tell daddy why we're here baby." She asked her subtly grabbing Naruto's hand and the two of them looked at their adorable daughter. As time passed, Nami continued to grow into her face - or should she say, Naruto's face. There was no doubt that this precious princess was Naruto's daughter. From her attitude to her appetite, she was Naruto's carbon copy. The only things distinguishing Y/N as her mother was her caramel skin, silver skunk stripe, and her brown eyes. Everything else was Naruto.

"Dada fwood!" She exclaimed pointing to the pretty yellow back slung over Y/N's shoulder. Naruto's heart swelled three times over and couldn't help the blush rising on his whiskered cheeks. He's been working nonstop in the office lately due to a few political issues at the border. It's been killing him waking up before his daughter and coming back after she's gone to bed for the past few weeks. Y/N quite literally dried his tears a few nights ago - and with that, she cried right alongside with him. So, to cheer him up, Y/N planned with their toddler to surprise him with a family lunch.

While Nami was preoccupied with toying with Naruto's cloak, he gazed down into Y/N chocolate eyes and saw his entire future within them. Everything from having a cute little puppy to becoming a grandfather. He witnessed it within her eyes. Just as he did before he closed them to capture her lips in their first kiss as a married couple.

"I love you so much princess."

"I love you too Naru."

This was long overdue. I have so many unfinished drafts in storage it's ridiculous. 18 to be exact and they're on our four favorite men: Levi, Naruto, Itachi, and Kakashi. I'm working on them guys! It's just whenever I get a new idea, I start another fic lol. That happened 20 times over the last two months sooooo...... Let me know which person you want to read after this so I can finish their fic.

I LOVE YOU ALL!

#naruto fanfiction #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki #naruto shippuden #minors do not interact #naruto uzumaki x black reader #naruto x black reader #naruto fluff #naruto uzumaki fluff

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bunnystalker · 5 months

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Pookie, you've got me thinking. After your headcanons about being Wesker's partner, and him being your bf and reacting to a breakup I want your opinion on two scenarios.

1. Reader who knows what happened with the STARS team and stays with him (whether by force or by choice)

2. Reader who leaves him and they have a reunion in a later game (maybe helping Leon in re4 or Chris and Sheva in re5?)

No pressure to write a fic or headcanons, I'm just curious what you think.

Stay hydrated! <3

snookums... you're brilliant.

(first scenario)

anybody rational would leave. you're a rational person, so you tried to leave and he just wasn't having that. since taking that dose of the prototype virus, he's nearly unstoppable.

the last thing you remember is sitting him down and telling him that you can't, in your good conscious, stay with him. his expression quickly fell.

"i was only doing what's necessary, dear," he'd try to tell you, placing a firm hand on your thigh. the situation would escalate, he'd inject you with something, and then you'd be unconscious within minutes. you've never felt so unsafe in your life. like a dog, he'd keep you on a short leash. you're in a different country every few years to remain under the radar.

after the first year under lock and key, you realize that there's no escape for you. unless he dies, you're never getting out of this, and you're pretty sure he's not dying any time soon. what do you do? give in. give up. surrender and try to be the person you were before everything happened.

(second scenario)

the year is 2004. since the raccoon city incident you were involved in, the d.s.o has had your life in a vice grip. they molded and carved away at you until you became a shell of what you once were. you were 23 in 1998. at age 29, you're jaded. tired.

you've been sent to a small town in Spain alongside your fellow agent Leon to rescue the president's daughter.

truthfully, Albert thought you'd died in the incident. after he had told you about his plans for the future, you left. he poured hours into finding you, only to come up null.

when you made your deal with the d.s.o, they'd agreed to give you a brand new identity to keep you safe.

so imagine his surprise when ada tells him there's not one, but two little problems in their plan. one she knows, and the other she's unfamiliar with. the only thing she gives wesker is a birds-eye view of yourself and leon running to take cover from the mob of ganados.

instantly, he recognizes you. his blood runs cold. he never thought he'd see you again and truthfully, it's a kick in the teeth. so maybe he never got over you- surely you got over him, right? it's not like he could come out of hiding to bring you into his arms- he's not quite sure you'd welcome him back anyway. you're different now, that much is true.

he can't help himself. he seeks you out in a hurry, some sense of desperation controlling his actions. he knows it's ridiculous, but what is he supposed to do? leave you with a man he doesn't know or trust? absolutely not. he makes little attempt to disguise himself, no less.

the last thing you expect is to see him coming towards you as you keep watch, leon sound asleep beside you. on instinct, you grab your knife from its hilt and meet him halfway, keeping a friendly distance between you two. you don't smile or cry or even scream at him for what he's done. your silence is unexpected and very, very insulting.

"dearest-" he reaches out for you and you slap his hand away.

"don't. you don't get to call me that anymore." you point your knife at him, your eyes cold and hard. once hurt, you never forget. he hurt you- hurt everyone in raccoon city- and made you go through hell.

"how dare you be alive. you should've died in that fucking mansion with the rest of your team." you snarl and spit at him. you're not hurting him. in fact, he's just letting you get your emotions out. he grabs your hand holding the knife and lowers it, then uses it as leverage to pull you closer.

"don't be so unkind. the years have been hard on all of us-"

"you caused all of this. you're to blame. if you ever touch me again, you won't live to see another day." you swap the knife to your free hand and cut his forearm, forcing him to let you go.

and let you go he does. you let your words hang in the air and then retreat to your makeshift camp with leon, and like normal, wesker slinks into the shadows.

#resident evil #albert wesker #bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡#resident evil fanfiction #asks #light angst

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judgementdaysunshine · 3 months

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The bottled up nerves in you weren't calming down along with the excitement. As you walked inside the arena meeting the head of WWF, his wife Linda, and two children, Shane and Stephanie, being given your first task; which was to blend in with the crowd, and interfere in any match. The first matches you see are pretty good, even secretly helping a female wrestler get the upper hand after sneaking some brass knuckles in her pocket. Only helping her back over with a smile before she uses them and wins the match. You were currently watching a tag team match between two blonde men about your age, and two bigger men who kept saying Dudleyville. Every once in awhile deciding right after the two other men are knocked down, to help jumping over tugging one out of the ring. Placing the other's foot on the ropes before helping the other up, who was very dazed. As he got back in the ring, he said "The fuck is your problem!" you look up at the two bigger men feeling your anxiety rise, but you don't stand down as the two other men watch. They get up in awe until one leans over, and throws you in the ring, backing away in fear, and yelling when you're lifted up. You immediately fight shoving your foot in his face before you hop, and he lets you go. Shoving your knees in his face knocking him on the mat, turning with a chesire grin. You stare down at the other man who runs to you, but what you weren't expecting to happen was after you moved away; was for the taller of the blondes to take him down with his shoulder in the other guy's gut smiling with a wave and a middle finger. Before sliding out and rolling the referee back in, and allowing them to win. You grab the titles and hand them to the boys who don't take them. They lift you on each shoulder as you hold their titles laughing before grabbing a mic stopping as they leave the ring "Hey listen, I know we don't know each other, but know that not only am I here to prove myself, but also to not underestimate me. Know no matter what you have my support, and that I am an ally" a big handshake followed by an unexpected hug seals the deal. Before following them backstage where you see Linda waiting with approval, you slowly make the rounds to meet everyone else. Starting with another blonde man in tow with a short blonde woman becoming fast friends with them. That being Test and Trish followed by Lita and the Hardy boys. Along with a great interaction with the APA, but the interaction right after with DX makes you yank your shoe off and throw it halfway across the room. Which you do landing next to Undertaker; who looks up only to see you jump on Billy Gunn with a yell scratching and clawing after an insult. You're pulled off by the Deadman instead of being thrown or injured he carries you off across the hall asking what happened. You explain everything, and watch as he goes and slams Billy through a table. He walks past you with a chuckle and patting the top of your head. You bump into a taller woman while walking around after putting your shoe back on apologizing as you notice a good looking man next to her. You're feeling nervous, but they show you smiles before the three of you walk around laughing. You accompany them to their match realizing very quickly within the past hour with how much different you were from everyone else. Despite how everyone was different, you felt like you were an outcast, and out of place amongst everyone on the roster. Both of who you've met so far, and the ones you still have yet to meet sitting backstage. Smiling when you hear two familiar voices looking to see Edge and Christian. You start following them with a brow after, they asked if you wanted some fun. You were hiding with them waiting to bloodbath DX. Grabbing the bucket you hear the voices of the group looking at the two before they both shrug. Pointing their hands to the bucket they say, "Your honor." You smile big with a giggle before dumping the whole bucket on all three of you. Laughing as you run away enjoying the night of fun before your debut the next week.

#wwf #wwe x reader #wwe #wwf x reader #who and what i am

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aching-tummies · 1 year

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Responding to: "Ugh...nnngh...I...uhm...I think I...ate too much..."

"What did you eat?" I ask curiously. I want to know what's inside your big, bloated belly right now.

I wait for you to respond. "Oh you really did eat a lot...Didn't you?"

You complain that your tummy hurts.

"Come here," I say. "I'll make it feel better,"

I start rubbing your tummy with gentle circles at first.

But soon I start kneading your full tummy with my hands. I'm being quite rough now, poking and patting at your stomach and digging my fingers and thumb into the tight flesh.

Thank you so much! One of the most descriptive RP-Asks I've ever received ^^ I hope I did it justice! This one's actually got some kernels of truth to it. Pretty much everything but the imagined partner here actually happened to me today and my belly is still ridiculously bloated from eating too much and lugging around 2L of food and broth around inside of me up a hill. Living vicariously through fiction, I guess. I wish I had someone like the partner described here.

The sun's rays are blinding as I slowly trudge my way up the hill to our building-complex. I pause, my right foot in front of me. My stomach sloshes audibly and I groan, palpitating my stomach as it continues to burble.

The bus driver on the way home was a new driver and hadn't yet learned to stop when the passengers hit the stop button. There's a bus stop about seven blocks from our condo-complex near the top of the hill. I usually get off there, despite it being on the other side of the crest of the hill, because the alternative is a stop about three blocks away...at the bottom of the hill. I hit the button for my usual stop and tried signalling the driver that I was getting off, but the driver stubbornly insisted on flooring it...all the way down the hill.

I finally managed to get off at the bottom of the hill, after myself and five other passengers yelled to get the driver's attention. After much grumbling from everyone that had intended to get off at some point prior to winding up at the bottom, we finally managed to leave the bus.

It's “only” three blocks, but it's three blocks uphill and with some nasty curves thrown in there just for fun. This is the kind of slope low-riding cars have trouble getting up in the winter. This is the kind of hill that has a road-sign prohibiting tobogganing down it in the winter because it's that much of a problem. This is the kind of slope that makes exhausted people lose hope when they realize the last leg of their journey home is this incline.

I had a shorter shift at my workplace today, but it was an intense one. We were more busy than the boss anticipated and we were down two staff members so I ended up doing an extra hour for them. I was debating grabbing food the whole way home...and the novice driver made my decision for me. There's a Vietnamese noodle joint at the bottom of the hill. Because it's at the bottom of the hill, I rarely find myself in the area. I made a beeline for the place after getting off of the bus, hungry as I was.

As I cradle my sloshing tummy, I'm regretting my choice to grab food. I was definitely running on fumes before getting to the restaurant and would have likely had to pause halfway up the hill due to lack of energy...but my current state isn't much more desirable.

My stomach is firm between my hands. I forgot that this restaurant specializes on large portions. We usually split a single bowl between the two of us when we make time to go to this location. Roughly 1.75 litres of noodles, broth, and beef is sloshing around between my palms at this moment. I say 1.75 because I don't want to imagine two or more litres worth of anything inside of me at any given time, but honestly, it feels like over two litres if I'm being honest and if we include the large glass of ice water that I had with the meal, then easily more than two litres of stuff is in my belly right this second.

After quelling the worst of the stretch, I start to walk again, this time bracing my engorged stomach with a hand as I continue my way up the hill. I have to pause every ten or fifteen steps or so because my stomach cramps harshly around the sheer glut of food, protesting all the movement. You never realize how much the simple act of walking actually jostles your stomach until you're bloated like a waterballoon and trying desperately not to burst or puke as you go.

At last, I finally see the crest of the hill. I've got a palm on the crest of my belly and the irony isn't lost on my. I bite back a few moans as another wave of painful cramps ripples through my belly.

I can see our condo-complex coming into view and the sight is a small relief. I pat my churning belly, having been mentally berating and pleading with it to not ache until I got home.

Beep! Beep!

I turn around as the hood of your car comes into view and I curse my luck.

“Hey! Get in!”

I get in, settling into the passenger seat of your car with a sigh. I wince as the movement as well as the shift in position pushes my bloated belly into my diaphragm. I can't help but groan and squeeze my tummy, desperately pleading with it not to make me throw up.

“Whoa! You okay?” You've noticed my discomfort. Honestly, you thought something was strange based on how I was paused going up the hill.

“Mmmmngggh...I...ugh...It's fine...nnngh...j-just...oooh...I...uhm...I think I...I ate too much.” A blush floods my cheeks. A little late for embarrassment now though. With that thought in mind, I recline the seat, giving my swollen belly more room as I lie back. I massage my stuffed belly. No use hiding it anyway—you're bound to find out—especially if it continues to be so audible.

“Oh my! What did you eat?” You stare at my belly, eyes full of wonder and curiosity.

“Nnngh...t-that noodle place down the hill. Bus driver ignored requests to stop until we got down there.” The latest cramp begins to fade, giving me a brief respite. “Y'know...the place with the huge servings?”

“Oh! Wow...yeah, I remember. You ate all of that?!”

I nod, my expression the picture of 'regret'. You reach over, placing a palm gingerly over my belly, hidden beneath my baggy T-shirt. As your palm makes contact with the crest of my belly, your eyes widen, shocked at how taut my stomach feels beneath the fabric. Despite your intent of it being a gentle touch, the contact of your palm on the tightest part of my stomach triggers a painful, aborted hiccup to roll through me. My diaphragm doesn't have enough space to properly convulse in a full hiccup, so what happens is a pitiful jolting of my bloated guts that leaves me gasping.

“Oh, poor thing. You really did eat a lot, didn't you?” You hear the aborted hiccup and the way my stomach grumbles angrily at your touch.

I nod again, moaning as my stomach aches in earnest. “M-My...my tummy hurts...nnngh...so full.”

“Aww. C'mere. I'll make it feel better.” I can't exactly go over to you in our current positions with the centre console in the way, but you park the car, turn off the ignition, and undo your seatbelt, turning yourself 90 degrees to face me head-on as your reach out with both of your hands to my achy belly.

A wet burble and a pitiful groan are wrenched from me as your palms make contact with my overburdened stomach. You start with gentle circles, causing the mess in my guts to swirl pitifully around inside of me. I feel sicker by the minute, feeling my stomach's contents moving at an accelerated pace. My stomach begins to cramp again in another attempt to digest the sheer glut of food.

You feel the beginnings of the cramp and you grin. Pressing your thumbs above my navel and a bit to the left, you knead into my bloated gut with all the strength you can muster

“Hlk!” My eyes snap open wide as I feel you digging your thumbs into my belly. My shock and the green tinge that seems to darken at your actions spurs you to continue.

You continue to squeeze my belly, pushing your fingers deep into my angry guts. I can't help but whimper as you abuse my bloated belly. Trying to smack your hands away isn't having much effect and anything more than that would require sitting up—something I desperately do not want to do right now with how stuffed my tummy feels right now. Every time I try to use my words, your actions steal my words with a sharp hiccup or by encouraging a painful cramp. More than a few times, I've clamped my mouth shut out of fear that the burning feeling simmering away at the base of my esophagus will rise and come out.

I want to cry. My stomach is agonizingly full, feeling like it's going to rupture—and here you are, seemingly intent on bursting me like a waterballoon.

#Tummy ache #stuffed tummy #tummy kink #RP-Scenario #RP-Ask

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kennys-parka-jacket · 5 months

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Kenny for that ask game! And all of the questions, or how ever many you feel like answering.

This took me, like, an hour and a hslf to type.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

On surface level he's really cute and silly. Then you realize he's perverse and swears like a sailor. Then you learn he's a loyal friend, good at emotional support, and will do anything for the people he loves.

He's also pretty versatile. He can be a beautiful princess, a batman-esque vigilante, an eccentric mad scientist, a whitetrash redneck, a talented opera singer, a skilled musician, etc. He can do anything!! (Except sew and cook apparently XD)

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

How he broke the cycle of abuse that's been going on for generations in his family. Also, despite arguably having the worst home life, he never let himself become villian-like like some other characters in this series.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

His tendency to be ignored by the writers. From being 'permanently' killed off to being reduced to a background character for a few seasons to just kinda being forgotten about halfway through some episodes.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Sanrio, any animated run. I just think it'd be funny if this little orange nugget was running around the hello kitty universe being his usual R-rated self and every line of dialogue slipping past the censors.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Promotion Man by Merzbow. Same reason as All Star, despite the pain of existence he stays silly!! But in a much more noisy and industrial kinda way. Also I think Kenny would listen to harsh noise. (Tumblr wont let me link it :( )

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Already answered.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

In fan art he's often smiling when no one else is. Not in a way that feels like his happiness comes at the expense of others, but moreso he just has a different mindset. Or perhaps he's just high among his sober friends; which, given how he acts in canon sometimes, might be possible.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

When fans portray him as a casual sexual predator and it gets played off as just him being a flirt. The second half of that is the important part.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

That's a big fat NOPE lol. He's messy as hell, cant cook, and, with his luck, he'd probably die every other week. Sorry, but there's no way no how it would ever happen.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Probably, yeah. Kenny gets along with pretty much everyone and I get along with most people too. I see no reason why we couldn't be friends.

11. Would you date this character?

He's 10 XD. But if you mean when he's around my age, still likely no. Reasons I'd rather not get into.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Some items he never leaves home without: a loaded handgun, drugs of some kind, 20+ dollars in loose change, the same phone that he's been using for the past five years.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🧡😸🍊 reminds me of him

🌮😏🤘 IIRC canonically those are his most used emojis

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

You know those shirts they sell at Spencers? Yeah.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

In no particular order:

- Kenrietta. lady who's goth throughout x guy who's secretly goth but looks like the sunniest guy alive. They compliment each other nicely but also lend some funny contrast.

-Kammy/Kentam. The two poorest people in town, match each other's energy and craving for physical affection, are fiercely loyal to each other.

-Stenny. Sooo much angst and hurt/comfort.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Tbh never been extremely fond of that trope where his partner acts like they dislike him. But whatever, it just isnt my cup of tea.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

This is such an oddly specific question lol. Anyway, i enjoy him and craig, but a lot of content for them feels rather one sided. With that said, they absolutely deserve their reputation as one of the most popular ships in this fandom's history.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Basically the plot of season 24 is that everybody loves him even when no one likes each other. I strive to have that kind of relationship one day XD.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

I dont know WHAT is going on between him and his grandpa, but something aint right.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Everybody because everyone loves him.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Already answered.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Love how people write about his demise; everyone does it differently and it's epic each time.

Ngl it's pretty funny when fans write about him doing sex work sometimes. It's often comical how much he's willing to do for so little in return. Homeboy's seriously risking jailtime for a buck fifty.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

His muffled speech kinda reminds me of Coco from FHFIF. Also Rada from Chowder.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

First impression: the cutest little tangerine in the whole wide world.

Now: I would protect you with my life. I'm gonna go buy another pair of socks with your face on it.

#Thanks for the ask!!

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I was the last one from the crew left at the bar. Andrew had left early, Jon and John had to catch a bus, and in the end it was just Michael and I for a last whiskey. I had finished mine quickly, and was halfway through my second “last” whiskey when he left. He had some contractor he needed to meet in the morning, leaving me to empty the remainder of my glass alone. I reckoned I should take a piss before walking home as well, to avoid having to make a stop in the park.

Just when I was headed to the men’s room I saw one of the girls from the annoyingly loud table at the other end of the bar walking toward the ladies’ room. In my tipsy state I thought it would be a fun joke to follow her and give a funny one liner. "Is this where I pick up ladies?" perhaps. That wasn't really funny, but I was sure I would have something great to say. I didn't have time to find out. As soon as I entered the ladies’ room she pivoted around, shouted "CREEP" and slapped me. At the same time someone exited a stall, grabbed my shoulder, and swung me around.

In front of me was a petite, goth-looking girl with raven hair, black lips, and a nose ring. "Go back to the boys’ room and play with their toys, you fucking creep!" she shouted, and kneed me in the groin so hard I blacked out.

When I came to I was sitting on the floor of the ladies room, with my groin in agonizing pain. I staggered into the men’s room and emptied my bladder under excruciating pain. As I exited the bar everything looked pretty much the same as before, so I could not have been out for long. I walked home and crashed in bed. Had I not been so drunk I would probably have tossed and turned in pain, but instead I went out like a lamp.

Waking up was something differentl entirely. Besides the normal trappings of hangover, I rocked a massive erection that screamed in pain. All morning I was contemplating just being naked all Saturday, but eventually managed to slip on some basket shorts. You know the brag warnings for penis pills "Seek medical attention if your erection lasts longer than 3 hours". By lunchtime, meaning 3 pm on a Saturday, I was seriously considering going to the hospital. I kept running the conversation in my head though. "Hi, a goth girl kicked my junk and now I have a chronic hard on. Do you have any remedies for being a pervert" Fearing my medical premiums being erected as well, and the fact it slowly hurt less and less made me decide to tough it out. Thankfully I had enough food at home to not leave the apartment, and went to bed that evening still with a considerable tent.

He was in his early twenties, dark hair, boyish face, pale skin. His lithe body was smooth, save for a faint treasure trail just below the belly button. There was a hint of a six-pack, but less from lifting weights and more from having very little body fat. He wore skimpy, swim diver trunks that hugged the body. Like a bright blue shrink wrap they highlighted his firm ass and average size bulge.

He smiled as he walked towards me next to the swimming pool. I looked around and realized that we were the only people in the massive swim arena. He was only a few steps away now.

"Good you came. I'm so happy I can help you." "What?" "It has to be a first time for everyone. I'm so honored to be doing this with you. I'll guide you slowly. Just do what I tell you."

He held out a thick, white shower towel to me. I took it.

"Put it on the floor and get down on your knees."

I realized that I too was almost naked. I had nothing on except for similar, white, body-hugging speedos. I put the folded towel on the tiled floor next to the swimming pool and kneeled on it, staring right into his belly.

"First, the best is if the other guy stands or sits straight. Make sure he can see everything you do. You want to involve as many senses as possible."

He put both of his thumbs inside the swim trunks and pulled down several inches, exposing a clean-shaven, semi-erect penis and scrotum.

"Try to always have more than one thing happening. Have at least one hand touching him at all times, even if it is just holding him. Here, place your hands on my hips."

He had a really soothing voice. I did as he said and put my hands on his sides, running my thumbs up and down his V.

"You don't want to just put it in your mouth. You want to at least start with a hand job. But do it in one direction, from the tip to the base, so there is a big upgrade when you put it in your mouth. If there is no lube, like now, start by licking it."

I started licking his dick from top to base, over and over. After doing that a few times I made sure the underside and balls also were wet.

"Great. You don't want to be too quick, but you also don't want to tease too long. A few minutes at the most. Now, the most important part, until you really know what you're doing, is that the teeth should never touch. For now, just curl your lips around them and start working on the tip. You decide how deep you want to go, but keep it slow and steady."

I did as he said and started doing shallow strokes, in and out. In and out.

"Yes, you got it. Focus on what you do with your mouth and lips. The tongue doesn't really matter nearly as much. Now, at this point you can start using your hands a bit more. Try tickle the balls or the perineum. That's the part behind the balls going toward the back.

Yes, like that. Be careful about pulling. Many times it is a safer bet to lift the balls and let go. Remember, it's all about creating as much sensation as possible, so move your hands around, stroke the upper, inner thighs. Keep the rhythm though. Slow and steady."

It was like playing some coordination game. While I was trying really hard to not mess up the actual blow job, my hands were going all over the place, trying out the different suggestions he was giving.

"Now let's go for a neat trick. Take one hand, make an O with your fingers, and do a hand job in sync with the blow job. Keep it just in front of the mouth so I can't feel which is which. Oh boy, yeah, that's it. You got it."

I was feeling really good about how everything was coming together and I could tell that he was getting close to his finish. Instead of giving any directions now he was just moaning, and he had placed one hand on my head, teasing my hair. For some reason hearing him moan made me glow with pride.

Then suddenly, without any warning, he just started pumping cum into my mouth. I hadn't really thought about what to do. Swallow? Pull out? Hamster? At the same time I could feel my own dick shooting load after load.

I woke up, almost gasping for air. In a confused moment I wondered where all the cum had gone. It had all been a dream. Well, not all of it. I turned on the light and checked the sheets, and I don't think I've ever had that much cum on me before. Whatever my dick had saved up during the weekend was all dumped on me now. It looked like someone squeezed a bottle of shampoo all over my mid section. Well, at least I didn't have to go to the ER for my erection, because that problem was solved. But what a fucking dream. I’ve never been tempted to do any gay shit before. The clock showed 4:14, so I did the least I could. Changed the bed sheets, showered the lower part of my body, and went back to sleep, this time wearing boxer briefs.

I slept until well after 9, and to my relief I could take a piss like normal. If anything my dick felt small and spent after its heroic act as a flagpole for 28 hours straight. At least it felt like things were getting back to normal, and I could spend the entire Sunday putting things back together as you would after any heavy party weekend.

Despite the overcast it is a suffocatingly hot day. The concrete ground and tiled buildings around us radiate heat, and the shade roof keeps the hot air stale beneath it. A chainlink fence separats us from the empty street. The black man has worked up a thin sheen of sweat dribbling the basketball, though his high tech blood red Nike Jordan baller shorts fabric looks the same wet as dry. He stops juggling with the ball and looks straight at me.

"Hey Boy! Come and suck black cock!", he demands loudly. I look behind me, but we are alone in the court. I hesitate. "Don't make me wait! It'll just be worse for you if you let me wait", he continues to shout. I walk towards him. I'm wearing basket shoes, calf-high crew socks, and basket shorts, but no shirt as well. I, too, am sweaty in the heat. As I approach him he makes no attempts to move closer or do anything at all. "Yo, get on with it".

I kneel in front of him. The rough concrete is uncomfortable, but not painful. Still with hesitation I lower his shorts. His body is tall and toned, athletic without being overly muscular. Once the glossy fabric passes his large dick and balls the shorts falls into a heap around his ankles. He is not wearing any underwear, so I’m almost getting slapped in the face by his long penis. I start licking the shaft of the dick, and then down to the tip. Just as I’m about to work the underside he suddenly grips my head and thrust his dick deep into my mouth, making me gag. “This is for me to enjoy, not you, slut boy!” and starts thrusting his dick back and forth, while holding my head in place.

Every thrust he makes is painful, forcing its way through my gag reflex and down my throat. He just kept going and going and going. My body makes the most horrendous noises of slurps and wet gagging. I try every way I can think of to make it better. Relax, adjust my breathing, position myself better, move with him. It gets better, or perhaps it is just my gag reflex giving up, but in the end I find that the best I can do is to attempt to take over. To stroke him, the dick, the balls, and to control how deep his dick goes. It seems to work, and for what feels like an eternity I work his dick. Suddenly he grabs my head with both hands, pushes as far in as possible, and buried my nose deep in his pubes. I can feel him pumping load after load after load deep inside my chest.

I was almost angry as I lay in bed. It was still an hour until the alarm would go off, but I had thoroughly creamed my boxers. As I stepped into the shower and pulled them off I thought my cock looked spent. My dick and balls were definitely smaller than usual. Just a thumb sticking out over a pair of balls running scared up into the groin. As if I had already had a long, cold shower.

I was off my game the entire day at work. Had the girl done something to me? It must have been her. Did she give me something while I was blacked out? On my way home I swung by the bar for an after-work beer, but couldn't see them.

Back home I decided to do something, anything to get things on track. I pick the normal items, position myself in front of the computer and load up pornhub top list. “Daddy Lets Me Ride His Cock”. Ten minutes and forty seconds later my dick isn’t harder than my earlobes, but I am getting horny. I spend another 20 minutes hopping the top list, personal favorites, and random suggestions. Step siblings, truck stop gang bang, and big tit ebony babe nympho only made things worse. I was going to bed as upset as when I woke up, but now it was more out of frustration and exasperation. What the fuck was happening to me?

It's a slow day in the diner, perhaps the lunch crowd already left. As I enter I recognize the patrons sitting by the bar from the truck stop gang bang video. "Look y'all it's him cocksucker" one of them says loudly as I approach the bar. "I reckon we all up for a good ol' BJ before we're on our way" he continues, before he starts to unbuckle his jeans.

He's neither caring like the swim diver nor assertive like the baller, but just stands there, passive, leaving the entire blow job up to me. I work and work on his fat, short dick, but he is taking forever to cum. I try all the different tricks, and finally after an eternity he shots a load in a few, small dribbles. That's a lot of work for very little fireworks. It feels like a chore. I move on to the next guy, who’d continued eating while causally observing me blowing the first trucker.

*meep* *meep* *meep*

I push the phone silent. Finally a full night’s sleep. I check the bed. Dry. The boxers however have like a teaspoon of cum. My dick has shriveled even further, down to prepubescent size. Is this the new normal now? And what the fuck is up with the gay shit? This is sick! I somehow managed to push it aside and not give it much thought during the day, but I desperately need to get hold of the goth girl. I decided to make another go at finding her at the bar after work.

It's after-work happy hour and not many patrons are in yet. I recognize the bouncer from last Friday. A tall guy that looks like an Irish rugby payer. Strong and athletic, without aiming for a six-pack. I walk up to him. "Hey, you probably get this a lot, but I was here last Friday and met a girl I need to get in contact with. Short, black clothes, black hair, black lips, white skin. Very goth feel. Oh, and a nose ring I think."

He gives me a long look before responding. "Yeah, I know who you mean. She said you would come asking. Left a message." My mood went from Yes! to Shit! in half a second. What did she tell the bouncer? "Nothing bad I hope." I'm trying to gauge him, but he is all poker face. "Not bad at all. Come with me. Sam! Take over five!"

We walk inside the bar and he leads the way. My head is spinning with thoughts on where this leads. What did she leave me? A bit too late I realize that we are not going to the kitchen or any staff area, but he is taking me to the men’s room. "After you," he says, holding up the door. He makes a quick glance that all stalls are empty and locks the door.

"Now, suck my dick, boy!"

Immediately I kneel in front of him, on the restroom tile floor, unbutton his city camo pants, and tease out his cock from his 2(x)ist underwear. I take command and try to be as active as possible, and he follows my lead. It's clear that he isn't used to someone doing all the things I do to him. He doesn't really know what to do with his hands, but judging by the moans he doesn't care. Not wanting him to come too soon, I pace him, switch around techniques, so he can come at exactly the right moment. There is that pride again, as I control his moaning and he is overcome with pleasure. Finally he pumps rope after rope of cum down my throat.

At exactly the moment he pulls out the dick with a final slurp, as I suck it clean on exit, the spell breaks. I realize that I've just given head to a real man. I'm on my knees on the floor in a bar bathroom and, apparently, have just jizzed my pants through the fabric. I stare at his work boots in disbelief over what I’d just done, too ashamed to look up.

"Dude, she was totally right. That's the best blowjob I've ever had." He pulls a well circulated $5 note from a pocket, tosses it on the floor in front of me, and leaves.

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Be Careful what Hobby you Choose

Summary: Hobbies are important. Marc needs one. He's driving the other two crazy. Maybe they should have thought twice...

Warning: None

Word Count: 1492

Word Prompt: Cupcake

It was decided early on that they needed their own hobbies.

It was an easy way for them to each feel like their own person. Something Steven had anxiously suggested and upheld pretty firmly. No matter how much co-con they did, Steven always made sure everyone got their own time to be themselves.

When not working, Steven spent his time translating hieroglyphics, learning languages, solving puzzles, or just reading.

When not working the cab, Jake discovered he liked to read things like popular car mechanics. Steven had gotten it for him on a whim and now Jake would spend hours at the magazine racks picking out issues to read. It was pretty common for Jake to blast his music while flipping through a hot rod magazine. He also had started to take up the guitar, but refused to play if the other two were around.

Marc had yet to find a hobby.

He had spent two weeks doing absolutely nothing but lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

When Steven pointed out that this was not a hobby, Marc had started to drive them crazy.

“What are you reading?” “Is that French?” “What glyph is that? They sure use that one a lot.” Steven was ready to reconsider laying in bed as a new hobby.

When Marc started to annoy Jake, “What year is that car?” “We should paint flames on your car.” “How many screws do you think are actually in a regular car?”, they staged an intervention.

“You need a hobby.” Steven offered an apologetic smile.

“If you don’t find something that isn’t bothering us I’m going to lose it.” Jake crossed his arms.

“I guess I could take up boxing again…” Marc sighed. “Might leave you guys with bruises though.”

Steven made a face. “Eh… I mean… If you really want to…”

Marc shook his head. “No. I don’t like the idea of me getting punched in the face and one of you having to tag in. Especially you, Jake.”

“I can hold my own.” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Marc muttered. “You don’t exactly fight by the rules.”

Jake shrugged dismissively. “We don’t lose. That’s all I care about.”

“I’ll find a hobby.” Marc sighed and flopped back on the bed.

Marc tried the traditional hobbies first. He painted a little until he realized he lacked any artistic ability and the paint ended up in the trash. He found Jake’s guitar and picked out a song he had learned in high school. He was alright at it, but it failed to stir any passion. This was fine by Jake, who grew anxious any time Marc touched his guitar, claiming Marc was messing with the tuning too much.

He went to a bookstore and stared at the books for all of ten minutes before Steven triggered out and happily started to dig through the discount rack.

He bought a model kit from a hobby store and got halfway through one before he realized he hadn’t slept in two days and was more frustrated than happy. Steven ended up finishing it for him.

One day Marc went out to the grocery store in search of something sweet and a box cake had caught his attention.

He was a terrible cook. He had no grasp on how to use spices, and often just put cheese on things and called it a day. With that in mind, he had never thought to try any other type of food preparation.

“Looks easy enough…” He stared at the instructions on the back. A little math and a few ingredients. He gathered what he needed and headed home.

Following instructions was easy. It was in his nature. Marc wished everything came with such clear instructions. There was no line about “spice to taste” or questions about how he felt about the situation. It was so clear cut. Do these things in this order and don’t muck about.

“Steven, where’s the cake pan?” Marc dug through the cupboards.

“I don’t have one.” Steven frowned at the mess. “You’re lucky I have measuring cups.”

Marc sighed heavily as he found a muffin tin stashed in the back. Fine. He could make them into little cupcakes.

Once the cakes had cooked and cooled, he applied the frosting and sprinkles.

They were alright. Very basic vanilla. Looked alright too. They could be better. He stared at them and felt something almost seem to shift.

He went back to the store.

Steven had been out of it for the whole day. He had been staying up late working on a new series of books and forcing himself to give Marc time to find something to do.

He felt a twinge from the body that usually meant it was far past time to practice a little self care.

“Hey Marc.” Steven made himself known. He never liked to just take over unless he felt it was needed. “How’s it going out here?”

“Steven!” Marc stood up as he set a tray down on the counter. “Uh… Don’t be mad. I may have gotten a little carried away.”

“Carried away? With what?” Steven took front and was first met with a very strong smell that made him think of a bakery.

When his eyes focused on the world around him he was met by a colorful barrage of cupcakes. Vanilla, chocolate, swirls, confetti, strawberry, red velvet, what appeared to be some sort of cinnamon swirl… Then the frostings on top were a flavorful mixture of colors and stiles. They covered the counter, the stove top, the side table, and stacked high on cooling racks carefully balanced on top of one another to give more surface space. There were sprinkles of all shapes and sizes. In the corner sat a new mixing stand, baking pans of different sizes and shapes, mixing bowls, food dyes, and bags of flour.

“Marc….” Steven gaped. “Wh… I… Cupcakes?” He looked down. He was wearing an apron covered in flour.

“The batch on the right by the fridge are vegan. It was harder to get the binding agent to cooperate but once I figured that out it was game on.” Marc grinned like a man that had defeated a foe in battle. “There are vegan black bean brownies in the oven. First batch went to hell but this one is turning out great! It’s all about the chocolate ratio. I was debating on trying pies next. Apples are on sale and-”

“What are we going to do with all these? I don’t exactly workout, Marc. I’m not sure my waistline can handle this.” He cautiously picked up one of the vegan ones and took a bite. He groaned. It was amazing. Light and moist, wonderful flavor, perfect frosting that wasn’t too heavy…. No, his waistline was absolutely not going to handle this.

“Steven,” Marc gave him a look. “We share a body. I workout. Pretty sure Jake works out a little too. I think he secretly dances or something cause I swear my legs hurt every Saturday morning when I wake up. Maybe don’t eat all of them at once, but you can indulge a little.”

“Uh huh.” Steven finished the first one then eyed the oven, excited to try the brownies. ��Maybe wait on the pies until we figure out what to do with the rest of these.”

“Right.” Marc flushed. He hoped Steven didn’t look in the cupboard. There were more in there crammed into special cupcake tupperwares. He might have gone a little overboard. “Uh… Hey Jake? Don’t you know that lady down at the diner?”

–

Jake walked into the diner with a large box. “Hey Gena!”

“Hey handsome.” She looked up from the griddle with a grin. “What’s that? Another delivery?”

Jake set the box down on the counter. “Yeah. Idiota made about a dozen pies this time.”

She watched Jake unpack the pies and start to load them into the pie display. They were gorgeous and looked professionally done. “I feel like I should be paying you. Those cupcakes last week didn’t last the day.”

Jake groaned and sat down. “No. I should be paying you. If Steven tries to eat one more pie I’m going to make him start doing the morning run.”

Gena smirked and cleared the griddle, prepping Jake’s usual order. “Well tell him I appreciate it all the same. What’s next? Cakes?”

Jake slouched down on the counter. “Pastry. I’m going to buy him a pack of baseball cards. Maybe I can get him interested in something else. I woke up last night and found him yelling at some croissants.”

“Ah, you leave him alone. Croissants are hard to do. Let him get it out of his system. You’re just antsy ‘cause you haven’t been out dancing in ages.” She winked playfully. “Your salsa es fuego.”

“Si claro.” He looked up at her and sighed. “As long as it isn’t cupcakes for a while.”

#Moon Knight fic #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Gena #MoonKnightober2022 #MKtober2022 #cupcake #who needs sleep when I'm doing a fic a day #woooo #you guys are trying to kill me #I fricken love all the content though #Jake's salsa is very fuego #Steven does not understand the shared body workout #Jake did the tango with Frenchie once #it lives in my brain rent free now and it makes me very happy

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First Online Sign Event in a While☆〜Nipper-kun is Watching Over Me〜

The other day, I finally started doing my first interviews for the upcoming album😊 After hearing some of the album impressions from the interviewers, I feel an immense joy that people are finally getting to listen to it. I can’t wait to hear from all of you soon!

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

May 31st is still a long way to go. Until then, please try to be patient while fantasising about the "Imaginary Album Sono Saki he"!🥺✨

Well, last Sunday, I did an online sign event for the first time in a long while, it was for everyone who pre-ordered my original 3rd album "Sono Saki eh"! It's been such a long time since I've done a session like that. Thankfully, a lot of people were able to participate, I ended up signing autographs and talking for nearly 3 hours＼(^o^)／Overall, this is my third online sign session, so I tried to devise a method based on the experience from the previous events. First of all, I noticed that I will always make mistakes if I write your name while talking so this time, I tried to make sure to finish a certain amount of sheets before taking a break to talk with you. Essentially, I completely separated the writing and chatting time! \\\\٩( 'ω' )و //// This strategy worked very well, and the number of errors decreased dramatically! Also, once we had reached the halfway point we decided to include a brief intermission of about 8 minutes. During that time, I we were playing video snippets of the Christmas concert which is included as bonus content on the A version of my album. We also showed a past MV☺️ I was trying my best to look through everyone's comments, it was so much fun that the the whole event went by in the blink of an eye😍Thank you very much to everyone who participated 🤗💕 If you weren’t able to watch it in real-time, the archived video is still available until the end of today! Please take a look! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoTGVkjFxB4

When I started watching it just now, I couldn't stop laughing it was pretty funny 😂And cute little Nipper-kun was watching over me from beginning to end🐕I didn't even realize he was there until the end🤣🤣 Oi, Nipper-kun! Why didn’t you tell me you were there earlier??! 😊The silent pressure of him watching got quite bad.

The second online sign ession will be held on May 13th (Sat) at 17:00❗️See you again on the Official Victor YouTube Channel⭐️

And yesterday, the advanced fan club lottery has started for my "Wakana Billboard Live 2023 ~Sono Saki he~"! This time, I will be performing together with Satoshi Takebe on piano, Tetsuro Toyama on guitar, and Yugo Maeda on manipulator! I want you to enjoy this new album in a lovely acoustic manner among the special Billboard Live atmosphere🥰 Please come and see me on July 6th at Billboard Live Yokohama and July 20th at Billboard Live Osaka😆

Well, I shall leave it at that☆See you soon☆( *'▽'*)/

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hugsandchaos · 8 months

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@radiant-fanon-maker, I’m done! I hope you like it!

“Seriously?” Khan asked, glaring at N. Uzi groaned and N tilted his head slightly hearing him talk slower than usual.

“Yes, I’m serious! This is probably the best place in the bunker for him to wait out the day. It’s just until sunset, and he’ll be asleep pretty much the whole time.” She replied. She continued getting ready for high school while N mindlessly fiddled with his fingers while looking back at Khan with a friendly smile, trying to ignore his own nervousness from Khan’s slightly intimidating demeanor.

For a split second, N noticed a familiar pink blush flicker onto Khan’s screen. Khan facepalmed and shook his head, which looked like disapproval at first, but then more like slight irritation or struggle. Uzi had told N her dad was feeling unwell since the all-nighter he pulled, but the young murder drone wondered if it was really the all-nighter.

“Just... don’t cause.. any... trouble.” Khan said sternly. N didn’t squint his eyes since that usually made worker drones nervous and K was already a bit upset that he was there, but he knew right then and there what was going on.

A few minutes later, Uzi was leaving and N was already feeling pretty sleepy.“Dad, please be nice to N. N, stay out of the freezer.” Uzi said, pointing at both of them. She squinted her eyes when addressing N and Khan looked at him confused. N crossed his arms and pouted.“I only fell asleep in there once.” He mumbled. Uzi was already halfway out the door and gave him one last stern look.“Once is too many.” She said before shutting the door.

A few seconds after she left, N turned over to look at Khan.“Do you have someone coming to help you?” He asked.

“What?” Khan asked. He genuinely didn’t know what exactly N was talking about.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed, little buddy. I can be observant.” N replied. He lightly tapped his screen near where his right eye to add onto the message that he sees what was happening. Khan realized what he was talking about and suddenly felt like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.“I don’t.. know what... you’re.. talking about.” Khan said with a shake of his head. N’s expression shifted to a more apologetic one, but he still smiled.“I don’t want to upset you, I just want to know if you have someone you can call to take care of you.” He said.

“....N-...No.” Khan mumbled. He had never told anyone about how he regresses and managed to keep it hidden from pretty much everyone, so he didn’t have anyone to call whenever it happened, but N still noticed the symptoms.“Want me to do it? I have a bit of experience with taking care of others. Kind of ironic, I know.” N offered. Khan hesitated. N was nice to pretty much everyone, sure, but he was still a murder drone. He could still attack him if he wanted and he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Then again, N has been amazing at controlling himself. Even when he was overheating and was desperate for oil a while bock, he refused to lay a hand on anyone until Uzi came back with a canister of oil. Even then, when Khan and other drones were in the room trying to help him cool down with battery-powered fans and ice, N kept himself curled up on the floor clutching his tail in fear of loosing control and lashing out.

Uzi had a small stash of oil for N in her room, enough to last a day or two, so he wouldn’t have a direct reason to attack him. Not to mention how much he seemed to like helping others instead of hurting them...

Finally, Khan let himself let his guard down. His shoulders slumped and he nodded.“Y-..Yes, pwease.” He said.

A few hours later, Khan found himself happy he didn’t have to pretend to be big as much as before. He was sitting on his bedroom floor and playing with the race cars he kept hidden with N, who was using his ability to mimic to make the sounds of a zooming race car on a track, just at a lower volume as to not hurt his ears.

Khan rolled the car over one of the two books that were slanted and slightly stacked on each other like a ramp. When the car went into the air, N made the corresponding sound and threw himself to the side. He slowly fell over on purpose and Khan let out a childlike laugh.

They had been playing like this for a while and it was almost noon, which was way past the time N should be asleep. He was feeling really sleepy, but he decided watching over Little Khan was much more important and he’d get a nap later, after Khan was back to normal. Besides, he was also having fun.

Khan’s stomach growled and he paused the game. N sat back up and smiled.”I guess it’s time for lunch.” He said. He stood up and watched Khan copy and follow him towards the door. The two walked into the kitchen and N opened the fridge.”Watcha feeling, little buddy?” He asked. He glanced back to look at him since it was the respectful thing to do to look at someone while they’re talking to you only to find him eating some batteries he was getting out of the cabinet.“Oh.” N said before laughing a bit.

Khan put the bowl of batteries on the table and climbed onto the chair.”Wan-t s-some?” He asked. N shook his head and closed the fridge. He probably couldn’t eat batteries without throwing them back up later, even if he wanted.“No, thank you. I’m going to grab some oil from Uzi’s room. I’ll be right back.” He said.

When he came back feeling cooled down, Khan was yawning and rubbing his eyes. He had pushed the bowl away from himself so he could cross his arms and rest his head on them.“Maybe you’re about to slip into a food coma.” N assumed out loud. It was much more common in humans, but he knows that it can happen to drones, too.

“Co-ma?!” Khan asked in a panicked tone. N realized his mistake in wording it seeing Khan’s scared expression and quickly tried to fix it.“It’s not actually a coma. It’s just when someone eats a bit too much without realizing and they start to feel really sleepy. You just need a quick nap.” N explained.

Khan looked less terrified, but slightly more sad hearing that.“But-t I-I want to pl-play.” He said. For a brief moment, N was reminded of himself years ago, when X was gathering everyone into a corner for sleep despite being the same age as them and N didn’t want to.

N blinked and brought himself back to reality just as quickly.“We can play after you take a nap. Trust me, you’ll feel better after.” N said. Khan looked down at the table seemingly in thought. N hoped he would say yes, he really didn’t want this to potentially turn into an argument. He hated arguments.

“O-Okay.” Khan agreed. N smiled and helped him get back to his bedroom without bumping into anything.

One makeshift nightlight, one agreement to stay for “a bit” incase imaginary closet monsters attacked, and two hours later, N noticed the pink blush disappear from Khan’s screen, which now had the message “SLEEP MODE”. Maybe a nap was all he needed in the first place. Not that N was complaining. He was happy he was able to help.

Now he could get some sleep.

Bonus:

When Khan woke up, he was surprised to see N was gone. He quickly got out of bed and was a little bit relieved to realize that he was back to normal. That wasn’t the topic at hand, though, it was the case of the missing murder drone. He opened the door and was about to step out to start looking for N, thinking he might’ve just gone to Uzi’s room for some more oil, but stopped and pulled his foot back.

N was laying on the floor of the hallway on his belly, like he only made it a few steps before falling over. In that position, he could rest his wings outside of the hatches. It wasn’t uncomfortable to keep them in there, but it was nicer to have them out while he’s relaxing to better get rid of excess heat and cool off. From what else Khan could see, N’s arms were crossed in front of his head.

He had to stretch a bit to avoid stepping on N’s wings, but he made it over and crouched down in front of him.”N? Why are you—?” Khan cut himself off when he saw the big, bold yellow letters on his screen spelling out “SLEEP MODE”. Khan was confused. He didn’t remember seeing N eat anything, so why was he asleep? And on the floor of all places?

“Oh, right. Nocturnal.” Khan mumbled quietly to himself. He stepped over to a spot in the hallway where there was enough room to stand next to N. He didn’t need to give his next course of action much thought considering the favor N did for him, staying up till afternoon, which was probably like the ungodly hours of the morning to him. Khan crouched down and scooped N up.

He was heavier than even the average adult drone, but that should’ve been expected. Khan could still carry him, though. He’s still pretty strong since building such effective doors often requires heavy physical labour. N’s screen flickered and showed a pair of closed eyes as he groaned and tensed from the sudden change, lifting his head up. He peeked an eye open and tried to see what was going on as Khan began heading towards Uzi’s room, but the lights were still on an briefly blinded him.

“Wha’s hapn-ng?” He mumbled groggily. Khan reached a hand out to open the door. He’s done this with Uzi and Nori for years, so opening doors while carrying someone wasn’t very difficult for him.“Just bringing you to Uzi’s room to cool you down.” He replied. N let himself go limp again and yawned.

“Mkay.” He muttered. He went back to sleep as Khan opened the door and walked inside.

Khan set N down on the bed and almost grabbed the blanket to pull it over him, but then he remembered that N might get uncomfortable from that. Instead, he just turned the light off on his way out and shut the door quietly. When he turned back around, Uzi was standing at the closed entrance. She was giving him that smug grin she usually had when she knew she was right.“Bad influence, huh?” She whispered.

“Absolutely.” Khan replied. It was obvious he was joking and Uzi nearly laughed at him, but only smiled and shook her head.”Anyways, how was your day?” Khan asked. Uzi gave an exasperated groan and slipped her bag onto the table as she sat down.”I am so glad you asked.” She said.

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noona-clock · 1 year

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The Flight Attendant - Part 2

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,417

You weren’t sure you’d ever let out a bigger breath than you did when the plane finally landed.

Even though the flight had only been a little over two hours, it had felt much longer; at one point, as you were helping Yunhyeong serve drinks and snacks about halfway through, you were fairly certain you’d been up in the air for about two days. When you’d murmured this to your co-worker as he poured a Diet Coke for a passenger, he had simply chuckled and shot you a good-natured smile.

(His smile had actually made your stomach flip, but that wasn’t super important right now.)

“This is exactly why everyone’s first flight is domestic,” he whispered to you before leaning over and setting the now full cup on the passenger’s tray. When he stood back up, he nudged you gently with his elbow. “Don’t worry. It’ll be over before you know it. And you’re doing a great job!”

You simply replied with a wilting grin, and Yunhyeong chuckled softly again.

But, surprisingly, he had been right.

When the plane landed and you let out the biggest breath in the history of breaths, you realized... it had been over more quickly than you’d thought.

Thinking back on it now, it seemed like you’d just been standing at the door only five minutes ago greeting passengers as they arrived. And now here you were, standing at the door yet again and thanking everyone for their patronage and wishing them a nice day.

Almost as soon as the last passenger disembarked from the plane, Yunhyeong appeared at your side with two rolling suitcases behind him -- yours and, presumably, his.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked with an incredibly friendly smile curving his lips.

“No,” you sighed, shaking your head slightly in response to his question. “No, it really wasn’t.”

Yunhyeong wheeled your suitcase around and presented the handle to you, his amiable grin still present.

As you took it from him and began to make your way off the plane and out into the airport, Yunhyeong fell into step beside you and said, “You did great, by the way. I’m very impressed that this was your first flight.”

“Yeah?” you asked, eyebrows raising as you glanced over at him. “Well, you really helped me a lot. I am pretty sure I wouldn’t have done half as well without you.”

Yunhyeong’s words assured you that wasn’t true, but the expression on his face and in his eyes said otherwise. It was obvious that he was proud of how well you’d done under his tutelage -- and he had every right to be!

You, of course, had never flown with anyone else as your co-flight attendant, but even so, you were certain your first flight wouldn’t have gone so smoothly if you’d been with anyone else.

But as the two of you neared the end of the jet bridge, the busy airport in sight, you realized... you had no idea when you would see Yunhyeong again. Your airline was fairly huge; there were thousands of flight attendants employed!

The thought you may not see Yunhyeong for who knows how long did not sit well with you. He was friendly and kind and helpful and really good-looking, and you didn’t want to just leave with a simple ‘good-bye’!

So, as soon as you stepped into the waiting area for the gate, you inhaled sharply, prepared to ask what his plans were now that you’d landed.

But... he beat you to it.

“When’s your next flight?” he asked curiously, slowing his steps and herding you off to the side so you wouldn’t be in the way of traveling passengers.

If he’d asked you before this flight, you would’ve been able to tell him with no hesitation. But now your mind was completely blank. And you weren’t sure if it was because the last couple of hours had been a blur or if it was because Yunhyeong had taken you by surprise by asking.

...Probably both.

“Uh --” you stuttered, reaching into your jacket pocket to get out your phone.

But your phone was off, of course!

“I -- I think it’s later tonight,” you answered, though you didn’t sound at all confident. But you wanted to answer him instead of making him wait for you to turn your phone on and navigate to your calendar app.

“Oh, good,” Yunhyeong grinned. “I’m here overnight. Have you been here before?”

You started to shake your head, but then you quickly stopped yourself. “Once when I was younger with my parents, but I don’t think that really counts,” you answered with a somewhat nervous laugh.

“Okay, one more question,” Yunhyeong nodded. “Do you like sushi?”

Your brow furrowed in slight confusion even though the answer was an easy one: “Yes.”

Yunhyeong’s handsome face split into a wide smile, and he said, “Wonderful. There’s an amazingly good sushi place only about twenty minutes from here that I want to take you to -- my treat.”

Your heart flipped inside your chest.

He wanted to treat you to amazingly good sushi?

Apparently, your ever so slight hesitation made Yunhyeong think you were going to say ‘No,’ so he quickly added, “To celebrate your first flight and how well it went! Plus, who knows when we’ll get assigned to the same flight next. You’ve got time, I’ve got time --”

“Okay,” you interrupted, hoping you didn’t sound quite as breathless as you felt. “Sure. I would love some sushi.”

You would love sushi, of course, but... you would also love more time to spend with him. You were definitely shameless enough to admit that.

I mean, you would have to be blind, deaf, and not interested in men to not be attracted to Yunhyeong.

As it happens, you were none of those things, so you were attracted to Yunhyeong -- for better or worse. (Maybe worse because he was your co-worker and you were very doubtful you would get to see him often.)

“Perfect,” Yunhyeong replied, somehow grinning even wider than he had been. “Come on, we can drop our bags off at my hotel.”

You decided to immediately bury the fluttering thoughts that had popped up in your head upon hearing the words ‘at my hotel’ come from Yunhyeong’s mouth, instead forcing a distraction by thinking that you would get a sneak peek of what your life would be like eventually -- overnight layovers and getting to check into hotels and finding good restaurants in new cities.

Even though you most likely wouldn’t be with Yunhyeong when you did this in the future, you knew he could still teach you a lot -- show you the ropes, so to speak. He’d done so much for you on the flight, so you sort of assumed he would continue giving you advice and mentoring you now that you were both on the ground.

At least, you hoped he would.

Yunhyeong headed to the nearby counter for your airline, greeting your co-workers there with his signature friendly grin -- you’d only known him for a few hours, and you already knew that smile of his was what he was known for. It had to be!

You waited sort of off to the side, clutching the handle of your suitcase and watching as he chatted and laughed with the man sitting behind the counter. After a minute or two, he handed Yunhyeong what looked like a brochure, but when Yunhyeong re-joined you, he showed you it was his hotel and food vouchers for the night.

To be honest, it was all pretty fascinating. You’d known, of course, that being a flight attendant was more than just handing out drinks and snacks on a plane. There were complicated schedules and tons of small details, and you were now incredibly glad that Yunhyeong had offered to take you to dinner -- you had no idea when you’d have your first overnight layover, but you now felt more prepared when that day finally came.

You followed Yunhyeong out past baggage claim and to the Transportation exit of the airport, where all of the taxis and ridesharing cars waited to pick up passengers. He quickly hailed a car, and after setting your suitcase inside the trunk, you slid into the backseat.

The hotel wasn’t very far from the airport, which made sense, but it also meant you didn’t have time to see too much of the city. But you still rode the whole way with your nose practically smooshed against the window so you could see anything and everything you could.

Yunhyeong talked the whole way, but it was the kind of talking that didn’t require you to respond. He could obviously tell that you were excited to be here and wanted to be a tourist, so he didn’t try to have an actual conversation with you. There would be plenty of time for that over dinner!

It took about an hour to reach the hotel, get Yunhyeong checked in, drop off both of your suitcases in his room (where you quickly popped into the bathroom to freshen up and spritz on some perfume to cover up the stale air from the plane), find another taxi, and get to the sushi restaurant you’d heard such great things about.

Now, over an hour after getting off the plane as a flight attendant for the first time, you were sitting at a counter with sushi menu in front of you -- and thank goodness, because you were starving. You’d been too nervous to eat anything during the flight, but now that all of your anxiety had settled, your stomach was screaming at you to do something about its current empty state.

“What do you suggest?” you asked with a frown. Literally everything sounded delicious, and even though you liked sushi, you wouldn’t call yourself well-versed in everything the world of sushi had to offer. There were too many options!

“Everything I’ve tried here has been amazing,” Yunhyeong replied, leaning over a bit to look at your menu. “It just depends on what you like.”

“Well, that’s the problem,” you chuckled, glancing over at him with an amused expression. “I like pretty much everything.”

Yunhyeong returned your chuckle and swiveled on his barstool to angle himself toward you. “That’s a good thing,” he reminded you. “But... do you like avocado?”

“Love it.”

“How about spicy mayonnaise?”

“I can tolerate it.”

“Tuna and cream cheese?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“All right,” he said with a definitive nod. “Then how does this sound?: One order of the Avocado roll, one order of the Dragon roll, and one order of the Cheesy Tuna roll.”

Your eyes skimmed over the menu, finding those three options and hastily reading the descriptions. Avocado... spicy mayonnaise... tuna and cream cheese.

And since you were far too hungry to keep looking for something else -- and because those three sounded absolutely delicious -- you set your menu down on the counter and said, “Well, I’m ready.”

Yunhyeong, now beaming and looking more handsome than ever, waved over a server, and the two of you placed your orders. He almost asked for a bottle of sake, but then he remembered you had a flight in a few hours -- he most certainly would not be responsible for you getting even the tiniest bit tipsy before your next job. Not ever, and definitely not on your first day!

You tried to convince him that he could have some. Just because you had to work soon didn’t mean he shouldn’t be able to enjoy himself! He was here overnight, after all.

But Yunhyeong insisted. There was no need, and he would feel rude if he ordered alcohol by himself.

...Well. One more thing to add his ever-growing list of things that made him practically perfect.

He was a true gentleman.

As it turned out, neither of you even needed one drop of alcohol to have a good time. The two of you sat at the counter for nearly two hours, eating and chatting and laughing. Yunhyeong mainly told flight attendant stories, and you hung on his every word. But when you told your own stories, he did the same. He listened intently and asked questions and made sure you were completely done speaking before he did so himself.

Even though you two had just met earlier today, there was no awkwardness between you. You felt like you’d known him for years instead of just hours -- that’s how comfortable you were.

When you finally realized that your next flight was leaving in an hour, Yunhyeong hurriedly paid the tab before rushing you out the door and into a taxi.

“You can get back to the airport on your own?” he asked once the two of you arrived at his hotel room to collect your suitcase. “I can go with you if you want me to.”

“No, I can manage,” you assured him with a grin. And since you had exchanged phone numbers back at the sushi restaurant, you added, “But I will call you if I need anything, I promise.”

He’d already made you promise that in the taxi on the way here, but you felt like bringing it up again just to give him peace of mind -- and give yourself peace of mind, to be honest.

“Okay,” he nodded before rolling your suitcase over to you. “Have a safe flight.”

“You, too,” you replied, trying to ignore the butterflies forming in your stomach.

You were nervous about the flight, of course -- especially since Yunhyeong wouldn’t be there to help -- but... there was something else. It wasn’t just nerves.

Right as Yunhyeong reached around you to open his hotel room door, it hit you. You realized that, along with the nerves, you felt... regret. Anxiety from leaving Yunheyong and not knowing when you would see him next.

So, before you stepped out into the hallway, you quickly turned and rushed out a “Thank you. Again. For everything. I -- I’m really glad my first flight was with you. And I had a really nice time tonight. So... thank you.”

And then, without another thought, you stepped up to him and placed your lips on his cheek.

“Okay, bye,” you muttered hastily, and as you swiftly left his room and speed-walked down the hall to the elevator, your cheeks began to burn.

And they would probably burn for hours to come.

Days, even.

Part 3

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nova-friends · 1 year

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Authors Update

Hey everyone. E here. It’s been.....a long while hasn’t it? haha time flies and it feels like yesterday I was hurriedly trying my best to answer all the questions to filled my inbox in character. haha good times.

I’m not going to lie. Coming back to this project is hard. Conflicting. On the one hand this was really the first work I poured everything into and made me feel like an author. A real life author and kinda reignited my love for writing which had been on and off for a time before that. The Star vs show came at a pretty hard point in my life and gave me...purpose for lack of a better word. and you were all so wonderful and supportive and loving of my work that may have not been my finest hour haha. I still have most if not all your lovely art work btw. Saved right on a sd card on my phone. It mean a lot to me and I met my best friend and so many other wonderful people because of this fandom!

But, on the other hand, let’s not pretend what ended up happening. The fandom grew toxic, bitter, Angry. and what was once a fun awesome place became. Bad. And honestly the show for me got really bad halfway through season 3 and onto 4. But that’s me if you enjoyed it awesome! I’m happy for you! honest.

I’m modest to a fault. I never really wanna sing my praises. I’m not a fan of the spotlight. I am just a man who loves to write who got really lucky and I will treasure that forever. I didn’t think people still remembered little old E and his story all these years later. But a good friend of mine (thank you staryu) reminded me that for all my modesty, my little silly story did mean something to some people even now. And I realized that’s a writer’s dream. to have a story touch so many people’s hearts even if you don’t read my stuff nowadays *it’s good i promise haha sorry I promised mae I’d promote myself more*

I don’t think I will ever finish Nova vs. there’s a lot of baggage here and honestly I’ve moved on to other stuff, keeping my love of writing burning strong! :)

but I don’t want to leave you fans who still remember this humble little story in the dark. It doesn’t seem fair.

So I will be making a post, maybe a few, on how the story was going to go, to conclude, what I had planned. Basically the story as i envisioned it. I think that is a good way to put this chapter of my life to a close.

I don’t know when I’m gonna post it. It is a lot after all haha kinda. but hopefully soon.

So thank you from the bottom of my heart. You reminded me how much I love writing and how much i missed it. You showed me a rare gift of being a writer and I will never forget it. and i will always appreciate it. I hope after all these years later you’re all doing good. and, as a special treat, here’s a secret I’ve been hiding for a long time. Enjoy and have a great week! You got this.

Nova’s hearts aren’t her magical mark. Shocking I know haha. I always planned for Nova to love and look up to star so much, to put her up on this pedestal so high that there was no way Nova could escape its shadow. All my stories have a central theme to it and Nova’s was being who you are. True to yourself. I think that’s why so many of you well resonated with it. Everyone wants to know who they are.

And believe it or not a few people actually knew this. My good friend mangos i mentioned a few times, mae of course and the lovely @hipster-rapunzel

she actually drew some awesome concept art for Nova’s real magic mark.

When I first did the 50th chapter yay milestone, I hadn’t put a lot of thought into the full story cuz i wasn’t expecting it to blow up like it did. When you all wanted more i sat down and really started fleshing out the story itself. What was the big theme of Nova? what was the story about. I really did not want to retell star vs.

So i took my whole I can’t complete with this show and gave it to Nova.

That’s why Nova couldn’t dip down. I believe that to dip down you have to be true to yourself, who you were. Eclispa was powerful because she never denied who she was. Why Star grew stronger and stronger. and why nova couldn’t. and why Glossy says “you’re not nova butterfly.” because she was trying to be Star not herself.

Halfway through the story Nova would be force to dip down but it goes pretty badly and she loses one of her hearts. Eventually it gets replaced by a single line that does not form in the story (that way you can come up with your own ideas) but it ends up being a treble clef (it’s a music thing. Shocking coming from me) haha

Also I didn’t know when I would finish the story if ever and i knew by the time i did possibly finish someone might’ve claimed the treble clef mark cuz everyone was doing fankids at the time.

So that’s the first fun fact of nova. Seriously I hope you are all doing good and thank you for everything

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thesoulesscollection · 2 years

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Storms

Request: A bad storm is about to hit the government base and characters are prepping in case it gets pretty bad (like power outage etc) friendly or romantic depending on who the focus characters

I decided to do background characters, Liam Rogers & Konrad Bukowski here since I love focusing and putting love onto unseen characters. As well, I may have slightly steered away from the idea, more focusing on during the storm then preparing for it.

"Never woulda thought a storm could get so bad around here?" Liam hopped out from his favorite and biggest aircraft the military had with a thud, his feet burying into the dusty ground below. "Sorry we had to cut that flight short. General's orders. I imagined we would've had more time but mother nature doesn't wait for anybody"

"It's fine" Konrad reassures the pilot when exiting after him though he sat down on the edge and pushed himself off.

"Hm. Cool... Those dark clouds came outta nowhere? Then it really hit, did it? Thought we would have more time but whatever"

"We should probably head back to base. I heard it's only going to get worse from here"

"Yup"

Turning around halfway to face Konrad, the helmeted pilot simply nodded, shoving his hands into jacket pockets. Facing away they made a slow beeline towards their base where the younger followed by his side. In retrospect maybe they should've been a bit quicker to head back however Konrad wanted to still spend some time with him despite the upcoming bad storm proving to be a deterrent. Maybe one can call it awestruck what he was for the older man as a fresh faced soldier who wasn't here longer than a year yet. So he stayed close, practically glued onto the pilot's hip, he took short, curious glances up at the darkening sky.

A couple times Konrad thought he saw lightning strike the Earth in the midst of heavy, never-ending rain as they flew in the sky. Then came the obvious signs when literal light flashing before his eyes occuring too close to the plane when it hit the dirt ground leaving sear marks. He was startled shitless he could still smell the lingering smell of musky smoke clouging his nose after the abrupt strike happening over half an hour ago.

"How's your brother doing? Haven't seen him in a good while?"

Huffing at the topic change Konrad didn't want to have and it was a buzzkill when his twin brother was brought up, "Doing fine, I guess? He's been constanly goofing off. Not taking this serious. That we're here in the military. When we first started as newbies we almost got kicked out"

"Eh… He is a bit much… I've been hearing around here that he's been flirting with Charles? The other pilot beside me if you didn't know" Liam replied, sympathy laced in as he looked out ahead.

"I know who Charles is. One of a kind up and coming pilot or whatever…. And what my brother is doing should never be called flirting. He's pulling a stupid joke cause his name is Calvin and Charles' last name is Calvin"

Once they returned to base, already it begun to rain, the two men didn't separate like what was expected, and instead of going to his own Konrad entered Liam's place to stay low during the remaining storm. Inside Inside realized the power was already snuffed out so they were met in pitch darkness. They've like everyone been told prior to thoroughly prepare for the inevitable power outage and they couldn't do anything about it. Simply put they had to wait it out until the storm settles.

"Wow dude. Seems you are dealing with a lot on your plate there, huh? Sorry. Try not to worry too much, okay? Keep it with the flow, that's what I do" Spoken calmly in a scratchy voice, Liam naturally a chill guy to be around, and Konrad was truly amazed by it alone.

"Don't worry. I. I may be overthinking things. Been stressed recently. I didn't mean to dump it on you. You just wanted to show me how your plane works and some tricks. Or whatever"

"No worries, my dude" Liam reassures him, chuckling boisterously as he sat on his cot, "The hail like rain going out there is dumping a whole lot more then what you did"

"Still-"

"Don't. I get it. When I first got here a few years back in your standing, I was in the same boat as you. I was an anxious kid who didn't like being in large crowds or having people rely on me. You get over it in no time so no rush"

Reassuringly patting on Konrad's shoulder, the two soon sat in peaceful silence just talking, and listening to the lashing storm outside.

#Requested Fic #Thsc Fic #Ask Box Is Always Open #Asks Are Always Appreciated #Anon Or Not #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Konrad Bukowski #Liam Rogers #Storms #Mild Angst #Heavy Plot

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[warning: long; TW for bad work stories and mental health shit]

It's not a great evening for me.

I don't know if it's going to get better yet.

I don't know when the storm is going to pass.

Most of the time my problems are only emotional. They only affect me mentally, it's only ever just, things happening around me, or, because of me, that regardless of my involvement I know I can't stop from falling down. But it hasn't taken turns like these in a long time. It hasn't kicked me in the stomach this hard in a long time.

I had just hit a milestone, too. I had been with the company I worked for for two years now, nearly to the day. That's the longest job I've held so far, as...rocky as it got.

I went home halfway through my shift the very first day I worked there. I was lost, I didn't know what I was doing, and then I made a pretty big mistake. I was so overwhelmed. I locked myself into the darkness of the women's bathroom and just. Cried. Til there wasn't anything left in me. I couldn't see straight. My body hurt from convulsing and laying tight in the same curled up position for as long as I did. I phoned home, I let mom explain the situation for me to my then-manager on the way out the door, because I couldn't look anyone in the eye. I couldn't do it.

I don't know how I did it, after that day, either. Somehow I got up, somehow I went back, and somehow I found a way to make it work. The people helped. Most everyone there was very understanding, supportive, accommodating. There were moments of course; oh, there were moments. Times the higher ups got to me. I tried my best to steel myself from a breakdown, but it didn't always work. And I think they thought I was a depressed robot when they spoke to me sometimes. I tried, I did try.

I can't say I didn't try.

And I think deep down they knew I'd been going through some heavy shit. I remember the day I got into an online fight with someone while AT work, getting up and pacing and sitting back down and just stewing in that agony (that my nervous system was also willfully ingesting as fast as it could because hello, it's work). Practically every day I scanned the truck in I would start fuming over the rumination of past situations and their shit outcomes. Sometimes it was anger and sometimes it was sorrow. But either way the scale tilted, I think some people knew.

We changed managers last winter, and I was a nervous wreck about it. I'd already seen many coworkers come and go, and it was harder and harder to trust anyone, people who just, didn't really get me, didn't understand how differently I behaved and how differently I had to behave in order to stay functional. I'm not lazy, I'm stressed, every time I sit and doodle on a piece of paper. I work too quickly, and then I have to sit there to watch the clock. I worried and fretted that my new manager wouldn't understand, and then I'd be on the curb.

I was so glad that I was wrong.

My second manager was probably the best I'd ever had in my work history. He wasn't just a good manager, he was a good person. He took care of his people. He learned from them, he worked with them, we all made it work, and it worked out wonderfully.

And he really did the best that he could've to ensure I was okay. I tried to leave then, when he first signed on, but he begged me to stay if only for a few hours a week to help the new trainees. From that point on my schedule was...flexible. I came in when they needed my help, and everyone was always so thankful when I could do so. I organized things they'd never have time away from the counter to fix. And even if it didn't feel like it was much they made me feel like it was a lot. I enjoyed doing it. Helping them.

The boss even drove me back to my house a few times, when I couldn't get my usual ride and had to walk (work is only a few blocks away from my house). Without hesitation, even. Hell one time I didn't want to bother him and started walking home, he realized and got in the company truck to drive a half a block down the road to pick me up to take me the rest of the way. I could not have asked for a more understanding person, and truly I don't think we deserved him, as awesome as he was.

It should stand to reason that's why it didn't last long.

The second manager only stayed for six months. He went on to a larger store in a neighboring town. We had another manager coming, and I knew, I knew...I knew we weren't going to get this lucky again.

I hate it when my intuition is right. I hate it. It's so right, it's been so right so many times. I could take one look at someone and tell you whether their vibe is great, just okay, or destined to become a weapon of your destruction. I've seen it before. And I saw it again.

Thursday was hell. Yesterday, even. Fuck it's been a really long two days. I walked in the door and sat to do computer things. Instantly, the new new manager - manager number three - makes a beeline for me and calls me to the office. The DM is there.

Joy. Oh sweet, sweet, motherfucking joy.

It's an evaluation, which is par at best. My position doesn't look good on paper, it never did because I was never a normal-case employee. I never worked the counters.

I received multiple write ups for no call no shows. I was scheduled for days I didn't know about, wasn't told about, and blamed for not attending because the old manager's system of schedule was no longer in effect. This wasn't my fault, this was the new guys fault and his lack of information. Oh, and following this information I then learned my shift for the day was six hours longer than I thought it would be.

That was the first strike of the day. After an hour of going to my work as usual, I retreated to the bathroom for a quick cry and to psyche myself up to deal with this new guy. Surely we'd find common ground eventually. Right?

I went to sit for a minute to catch my breath later on. Anxiety spiking again. He immediately found me again the moment I sat down and asked whether I was on break.

After telling him I wasn't (without him really replying but obviously not seeming happy that I was, y'know, sitting), I asked about editing my schedule to work shorter shifts. I changed to part time when my second manager came in because I intended to leave from the exhaustion of working full-time. My body has a fluctuating capability, and some days I can work just fine and some days I can't keep my head up and my legs refuse to work the way they should.

And he tells me he can't change my schedule. He 'needs' me for these two back to back eight hour days, so there's no changing it. I'm being bent to fit someone else's schedule.

Strike two.

After another bathroom safehouse cry ("I gotta stop doing this, what is wrong with me?") I complete stock and start putting things out on the floor. He finds me out on the floor and tells, in an asky kind of way that makes it seem like he's not telling me, to rearrange the entire wall of hoses we have in the backroom. Y'know, because I told him I specialized in store organization.

I panicked at the beginning of rearranging the hoses; I was so stressed already and I'd never touched these things yet because they were so oddly organized. I gave up when I knew cry #3 was fast mounting, and dipped from store reality for another half an hour.

When I emerged, I headed back to the desk where I could talk with my one and possibly only favored co-worker there, and do some stress doodling (for context my co-worker friend loved all the doodles I made, so much so that he taped all of them to the topside of the desk I was at to showcase to customers when they came in).

Again it happened: the moment I sat down, legs a tense twitchy mess at this point and in dire need if it, the manager with a million eyes finds me and chips into my damaged disposition again. Oh, what are you doing? Are you on break NOW? What's wrong with your leg now? Do you have paperwork for that? I can't have you sitting back here drawing.

I was rendered mute, mind a muddled mess of fight or flight. I felt like an animal, cornered. I waited for him to walk away, and I made my way to the computer to clock out three hours early.

I need to go home.

I can't do this.

I can't be here anymore.

Manager Man catches me again. What are you doing? Are you leaving? Are you quitting? Can you sign something to show that you're quitting?

Then and there, he had me write my resignation, shakily scribbling my name onto a sheet of paper. I paced at the door waiting on my ride, waiting to get out of this prison, away from this horrible person, away to tell my family I had failed, again, to leave a job the right way, to keep a job and work a job and be happy in a job, while my nervous system has a bloody conniption, and my knees jerk and twitch, and I get dizzy if I stand for too long or lift too much, and I can't ask for help, and I work through headaches and sensory overload and the constant, constant, exhausting pressure of just being a good employee. I just want to do a job well. That's all I wanted. And it's all I had to show anymore to prove I was just like everybody else, I'm not broken, I'm not injured, I'm not mentally unfit for work now...

But I guess having papers to prove that is my next course of action, while I'm out of a job.

I think I'll be...okay. I don't really know anymore. I don't know what the next right step is supposed to be and I hate the step no matter which one it is, because one of them will put me back between a rock and a hard place, and the other one is a crutch no one wants to believe is real because 'they can't see it'.

So...yeah that's been on my mind. And I already got to visit my favorite text hotline (again) so I've exercised all the professional help I can pay for right now. Might have commissions open again soon, might not. Never been a fan of commissions but I guess you have to do what you have to do. I'll post again soon if I decide to though.

In the meantime I'm still here, existing at home with my family and waiting on my mom's spinal surgery at the end of this month, which I'll need to be here for anyway.

Thank you to any of you who actually managed to read all of this, I know it's far longer than even my normal long posts are. I appreciate it. You take care and have a wonderful whatever time of the day it is where you are right now. Until the morrow.

#work stories #bad work stories #personal updates #vent #personal post

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