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uhhidkkenny · 7 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕃𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

☀︎︎𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?

☀︎︎𝙲𝚆: ��𝟾+ 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃. 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢. 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕. 𝙿 𝚒𝚗 𝚅. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝙵 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐) 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚎. ☀︎︎𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹.𝟸𝚔

Ever since y/n joined the straw hats over 2 years ago, Luffy was attached to her hip. Luffy was always intrigued with y/n. The pair were always with one another, sharing secrets, getting a little too close, but they were just friends. Luffy was never sure why he was so infatuated with y/n. Maybe it was the fact that she smelled like sunflowers and vanilla, maybe it was her pretty plump lips, was it her curvy figure, or was it cause she was funny, caring, and sweet? He didn’t get it but y/n was always on his mind. He needed to focus on achieving his goal of becoming king of the pirates, he didn’t need to have most of his head filled with thought of y/n, but no matter how hard he tried his thoughts always circled back to her. He didn’t know why.

He was also very unsure why he felt like he could murder Zoro right now with his own swords, or the fact that he wanted to cut Sanji hands off with the kitchen knives he uses to cook his meals daily. The way Zoro wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer during the late night party the crew was having after leaving fishman island. Or the way Sanji has constantly been trying to get her attention. Granted that seems like basic Sanji behavior, something is just different after being separated for 2 years.

Luffys friendship with y/n wasn’t exactly classified as a friendship. Not with all the lingering touches, kisses on the cheeks, holding hands, even sneaking into each others beds at night just for cuddles. People didn’t just do these things with friends, they both knew that, but according to Luffy anytime he was asked, that’s all you were to him. A friend.

Luffy began to get frustrated with everyone asking what the relationship was between the pair. Luffy being asked the same question so many times made him feel like a bear being poked during hibernation. He wasn’t ready to accept any feelings he had for y/n himself, let alone admit it to the crew. Finally, Luffy snapped after Ussop asked for the last time what he thought about y/n. He looked down at the ground and said in a stern and serious tone, “She’s just another crew mate. You guys are annoying.” and walked away.

Y/n heard it. She never thought that words could hurt but it felt like her heart was ripped out and stomped on. She didn’t have the right to be upset though, they weren’t together, Y/n had said plenty times before that they were only friends. She didn’t know why her heart felt this way or why her face suddenly felt wet as she turned around to walk the other way. Maybe Luffy was having a bad day. Maybe y/n was overreacting, but the way her fists clenched until they turned white said everything she couldn’t say herself.

After a few days had passed since y/n heard how Luffy truly felt, and she began to distance herself from Luffy. She found things to do that weren’t next to or around him. She made sure she sat in at the opposite end of the dining table. She stopped sneaking into his bed and began locking her door at night. Was it petty? Yes. But she wasn’t ready to face him yet.

The day y/n was gonna confront Luffy on what he had said was the day that the crew first made it to Sabaody. There were immediately more important things to worry about. Ultimately the start of the adventure to the new world resulted in the separation of all the straw hats. Luffy could still remember the look in y/n’s eyes before she was sent to another island.

2 years passed at this point. The whole crew had changed with their looks, but nothing changed in anyone’s love and care for each other. Life basically just resumed for everyone. Aside from Luffy and y/n. Luffy and y/n were still lively but we’re doing some things together again. Laughing, doing stupid shit, and helping one another, but there was still unspoken tension from before they were separated. Luffy and y/n both looked more mature now but neither of them had the courage to talk about what was happening 2 years ago. The whole crew was so busy once finally getting on the sunny and making it to fishman island that there was no time for either of the two to speak their mind.

The crew had made it to Fishman island successfully and defeated Hody and his minions. On the voyage back up to the surface of the new world the crew decided to catch up, tell their stories, and drink in celebration of their victory. The night was lively and everyone was enjoying themselves, except Luffy. Sanji was overjoyed making y/n her drinks, giving her compliments, and basically just drooling over y/n and it was quite frankly, pissing Luffy off.

Y/n had a drink or two or three herself and felt pretty talkative. She made her rounds making an effort to talk to everyone about their own adventure and Luffy was happily waiting for y/n to notice him. Luffy had time to talk with everyone already but her. When she made it to Zoro, who had way too many drinks, the conversation was just too much for Luffys liking. Zoro was laughing too hard at her jokes, y/n was blushing too hard at some of his remarks, but the worst part was the “subtle” touches. Luffy watched as her hand found a spot on Zoros shoulder and Zoros arm snaked around her waist. Luffy was heated.

Luffy was reminded of all the times that those laughs and touches were for him. The times when story telling turned into cuddling, or the times the subtle touches turned into gentle kisses on the blush of cheeks or the tip of a nose. He was gonna go insane just thinking of y/n with anyone, let alone his best friend.. Luffy didn’t have the right to be mad though. You were just his friend, but Luffy thought you were acting like this on purpose, just to get under his skin. After slamming down his mug on the table, he stormed into the kitchen. Luffy didn’t even notice he caught the crews attention, not even y/n’s.

Luffy had been acting out of character ever since leaving Fishman island. The crew just assumed it was due to how much blood he lost from the fight and he was still trying to recoup from it. Y/n however, knew it had to be more than that. Without a second thought she removed Zoros arm and began to follow Luffy. She didn’t even look at Zoro much less give him an explanation, too focused on Luffy and making sure he was ok. Y/n was scared something had happened to Luffy, maybe he was still hurting, maybe someone upset him, but what about when he upset her? Mind filling up with tipsy thoughts, y/n’s anger from 2 years ago returned. Finally reaching the kitchen door she swung it open to look for Luffy.

Luffy was sitting at the bar in the kitchen, he looked up momentarily to meet y/n’s eyes before getting up and walking away without saying a word. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. How stupid could he continue to make her feel? Why did she even come in this kitchen? Was it to comfort him or confront him? He wasn’t even trying to see what you wanted. Ever. Everything was always about Luffy. Y/n wasn’t about to let him just walk away. Not this time. Fuck that, he needed to know everything. And her liquor filled brain was going to make sure of it.

Y/n quickly followed Luffy. “Where ya headed captain? You didn’t miss your crew?…Aww big man can’t even talk to his crew mate?” Y/n continued on but Luffy was ignoring her. “Does your boo-boo hurt that much?… I just find it crazy that you can talk to everyone but me. Why is that cap?… Why is it just me you can’t talk to? You embarrassed of me Lu?” Luffy was walking away gritting his teeth and y/n was only getting angrier. “I’m sorry am I annoying you captain? I guess someone who’s just a crew mate should realize their place right?” Luffy had finally made it to his room without a word and opened his door. “Ya know maybe this was all a mistake. I should’ve just stayed on the deck with Zo-“ Y/n was immediately cut off by Luffy grabbing her arm, pulling her into his room, and slamming the door with her back pressed against it. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by her captain finally speaking.

“You talk a lot. Ya know that?” Luffy said pinning her against his door. His hands wrapped around her wrists to keep her in place while his knee made it between her separated legs. “I had peace and quiet for 2 whole years while we were separated..” Y/n felt herself heat up from embarrassment. She began to pull away before her tears could fall from her eyes. Luffy began to lean into her ear while still holding her in place “and I fuckin hated it…” her eyes widened as she released a tiny gasp while his body was pressed against hers in a sudden movement. “God I missed you so much y/n and you’ve been too busy with Zoro all night to even see me.” He began to muzzle his face if the crook of her neck. “Luffy I-“ y/n began but was cut off. “You’ve done enough talking don’t you think? Prancing around on the deck in those tight shorts, flirting with everyone like a slut, and you couldn’t even wave at your captain.” Slowly bringing his knee higher up to her clothed mound between her thighs. Y/n feels instantly sober at the touch. “You have no clue how long it took me to think about what I would say to you when I finally saw you again…” his lips began to leave light feathery kisses along y/n’s jaw, as his grip tightened “but I guess I can just show you what I feel.”

With those words Luffy pulled his face back and leaned his lips closer to y/n’s. Moving her head forward she closed the distance. It was sweet and slow. Lips slowly moving with one another finding a steady pace. His hands released their grip on her wrist and slowly slid to her waist, placing both hands on her hips. As y/n began to lean in farther, the kiss heats up. Tongues sliding along each other. Biting at each others lips. The kiss is becoming feverish as the pair are practically sucking faces at this point. Hands roaming each others bodies as y/n bends her knees slightly to rest her clothed pussy fully on Luffys knee. A shaky breath leaves her lips at the friction. Slowly grinding her hips down onto his knee as the kiss continues. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer as her breathing falters. Luffy pulls back, pressing his forehead to hers. “You gonna ride my leg to show me how much you missed me? Hehehe…Come on you can do better than that.” Luffys hands begin to guide her hips along his leg. “T-too many clothes” is all she could manage to say. Y/n couldn’t cum like this even though it felt nice, but Luffy was never a quitter.

“You’re right..” he said with a smirk. Luffy reached for the hem of y/n’s shirt, pulling it over her head and then doing the same with his. “That’s better.” He said with a chuckle. His hands came up to play with her hardened nipples. Gently coming to rub at them while she continued to dry hump his leg. Y/n leaned in for a kiss but Luffy pulled his face away. She whined in resilience. “Cum for me and I’ll give you what you want. Come on you missed your captain right?” He leaned in to lick and suck at her nipples. Y/n continued to drag herself on her captains leg and truthfully on the stimulation was getting her close. Her hands tugging at his hair while letting out breathy gasps and whines. Y/n could feel the heat building up in her stomach. Her movements began to stutter and Luffy took this as a sign. “Nobody can make you feel this good but me.” Moving his arms to wrap around her waist and lifting his knee higher, he began to suck on one nipple while tugging the other. Switching back and forth, Luffy began bounce her on his knee.

Eventually it all be came too much for y/n. The friction of Luffys knee, the bouncing, his hands on her, his mouth sucking at her nipples. The tight heat in her belly finally overflowed as she felt herself shaking on his knee. “Good job. I knew you could do it pretty girl.” He said picking her up and walking over to the bed gently laying her down. Luffy began removing the reminder of clothing y/n was wearing, leaving her bare in front of her captain. Blushing she moved her hand to slightly cover herself before Luffy moved her arms away. “Don’t get all shy on me now. I just wanna show you how much I missed you…” he’s on top of her spreading her legs again with hands folding her in half while moving his face closer to her wet pussy “this is what you wanted right? Some attention?”

He licks a fat stripe up y/ns pussy and she can no longer keep her voice down. Her whines and moans escaping without a second thought as Luffy continues to lap at her cunt. Flicking his tongue fast on her clit while taking two of his fingers and jamming them into her sipping wet hole. Y/n’s back arched off the bed as she gripped the sheets. “T-too much Luffy.” She said breathlessly. He ignored her keeping her folded in half with one hand on the back of her thigh, he sucked on her clit while his fingers pumped in and out. His fingers found a spongey spot inside her cunt and the cord in y/n’s belly snapped again as she spasmed on Luffys face.

He slurped up every single drop of her slick that leaked out until she was clean. Luffy slowed his pace a little bit but didn’t stop. Continually pumping his fingers in. Still lightly suckling at her clit. Y/n was breathless and twitching. The overstimulation was killing her but it felt too good to even stop him. Her hands slowly in gripping the sheets as she tried to move her hands to Luffys head that was still between her thighs. Once her hands made contact with his head he pulled away.

His face was covered in her wetness. His eyes were lidded and cock was begging to be released from his shorts. He looked just as pathetic as you. Luffy wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. Leaning up on her elbows Luffy met y/n halfway with his bare chest pressed against hers as their lips collided in a slow but needy kiss. Both parties releasing moans and groans from just how much they missed each other. They needed each other. Was this an extreme way of showing it? Yes but actions speak louder than words. “Captain?” Y/n finally pulled away to question the man she’s been after for 2 years. “Yea baby?” He responded breathlessly. “Please fuck me” she begged.

Tugging his shorts off, he laid on his back next to her. Her eyes wouldn’t leave his cock. It was so pretty. It was long with a dark pinkish brownish tip that was glistening with precum. “Why don’t you get on here and apologize instead?” he said with the biggest smirk, already pulling y/n up and hovering her pussy over his cock. Hands on her hips as he glides her soaking pussy over his aching cock. “F-fuck y/n, go ahead and say you’re sorry so I can fuck you how you want.” The pleasure was intense but y/n didn’t forget that Luffy started this. Grinding her hips down to meet his as his tip kisses her clit perfectly each time they meet one another’s movements. “I think you should apologize C-captain, fuck. You’re the one who said I’m only a crew mate to you.” They were both stupid and moaning in desperation but they were equal in stubbornness. “You know and I know that’s a lie y/n. I’m sorry I ain’t say it sooner ~fuck~ but you never told me you felt some type of way.” Luffy isn’t making this any easier for himself, he would cum right now if he didn’t wanna fuck y/n so bad. The lewd wet noises were getting to them both. “That’s all I needed to hear Lu~ I’m sorry for ignoring you earlier, I just wanted to-“ that’s all Luffy needed to hear before lifting y/n’s hips off of his to bring her back down, impaling her with his cock.

Both letting out a whine. The stretch was so good y/n couldn’t help but start to bounce immediately. “Fuck captain I’m so sorry” y/n was moaning like a whore. Having already cum three times, her g spot getting hit every time her hips met Luffys, and the pure emotion behind it all she was already close. Luffys feet found a firm spot on the mattress to lip his hips to y/n’s continuously. “I’m sorry too baby. Mmm please forgive me.” Luffy was thrusting up into y/n at an ungodly pace. His tip was hitting her g spot perfectly. “Gonna cum Lu~” she said breathlessly as she began to clench around his cock. Luffy let out the sluttiest moan, which half the crew could probably hear, as they both came with each other. Immediately y/n slumped forward with Luffy still inside, laying her head on his chest. Luffy wrapped his arms around her torso and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I love you Lu” y/n admitted softly closing her eyes. “I love you too y/n” Luffy said before drifting off.

The crew was very much still awake and awaiting the return of the pair. “Should we go check on them?” Chopper worried since the two had been gone for so long. After hearing the loud moan escape from Luffy, the rest of the crew decided to pretend that y/n pranked Luffy and they must have went to bed. Even though the tears from the chef and the scoff from the swordsman didn’t go unnoticed, the tension was finally at ease.

A/N: 2nd fic I’ve done!! I did this one a little differently so please let me know how you guys feel🖤 GO READ MY NEWEST FIC! Out now “angel in black”

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lovifie · 2 months

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Hormones Pt.2 🧡

Masterlist - Part 1

Simon's POV

Simon was excited you joined, really. Even if you were not officially part of the team, whenever the Captain would tell him you were joining for a mission he already liked the mission better.

He loved to see the way you were around the Sergeants, the three of you being the same rank made it easier to get along; and after a couple of missions together the three of you were already close friends, almost sibling-like.

With the Captain was different of course, but it was still great. You wouldn't make call the captain a muppet like you liked to call Gaz, but would still make fun of him calling him “old man”.

Laswell liked you the best, the usually stoic woman entered now the room beaming with a smile when you were tagging along, obviously pleased with the presence of another woman.

And Simon, him… well, he tried. He really did!

Simon is aware that he is a big guy, tall, muscular and even if he has any trail of sympathy on his face it doesn't matter because it is always covered. But he wanted to make a good impression! You seemed like a nice girl, everyone on the team liked you and finally, when it was his turn to introduce himself he saw you looking up to him.

And you looked so beautiful, so genuine, so out of place on such a cruel thing the military was, he felt his heart speed up and his dick twitch a little bit.

He needed to make a great impression, so he practised in his mind “Hi, I'm Lieutenant Riley, but everyone calls me Ghost, welcome aboard, Sergeant.” It was perfect! The perfect introduction, perfectly cordial, perfectly measured, perfect everything. And yet, when the moment come, the only thing he said was: “The fuck you looking at? Want a pat on the back for making it here without shitting yourself in the process? Get the fuck out of my face, go bother somebody else.”

Simon wanted to shoot himself on his dick.

He realized he had obviously intimidated you, he was still your superior and on top of that he was an asshole to you.

But every time he tried to fix it, he would just make it worse. And at some point, you started to avoid him, and he hated it. You no longer reported to him, you went straight to Price, right over him and for a while he was both annoyed and impressed he couldn’t catch you doing it so he could afront you and ask you to report to him. To talk to him, basically.

And then he did, he was just getting out of Price's office when you were about to knock, and he quickly realized what was going on. And he was going to ask you why and to please go back to him, but the only thing he managed to say was:

“Now you are too great to speak to your immediate superior? Need to go cry to the Captain like a brat? Make sure not to wet your nappies, soldier.”

And honestly, what's his fucking problem?

He decided he was going to get over you, it wouldn't work anyway. C’mon, he was an adult, he couldn't keep getting out of his senses like this. So he decided he would just ignore you back, and eventually, he would forget about you and everything would be easier.

Until Soap caught up, and now he couldn't backtrack.

It was during sparring training, you were against Gaz and the taller man had jet to land a hit on you. It was impressive to see, how you used every single fact to your advantage. Gaz has gotten hit before on the right side of his face, hurting his eye; and you weren't even there when it happened but you quickly realized it and we're constantly moving to the right side of Gaz; annoying him and making him lose his focus.

You moved so fast out of Gaz's reach, that he would have thought you were a glitch in a video game. And once you realized Gaz was getting tired enough, you grabbed his arm on one of his punch tries and by the time Gaz realized you had grabbed him; he was already face-pressed against the floor, arms behind his back and you sitting on his hips.

Any normal person would have been impressed, maybe even a little afraid; but Simon? Simon was aching with a growing boner; something about the way you were sitting over the bigger man, you back to Simon which gave him a perfect view of your ass, the way you were breathing hard after the exercise, yeah, no wonder Soap caught on.

“Ye getting exited, LT.” He suddenly said beside him, almost making him jump. “Ye getting a thing for the wee lass? A bet ye wish ye were Gaz right now.”

“Shut the fuck up, Johnny”

He didn't, of course.

But he promised to help him.

And a couple of weeks later, there is another meeting. Supposedly, Soap has a plan; he won't tell him what is it, but he has it. And when Simon enters the room and it is boiling hot, he starts to guess what it is.

You are sitting opposite to Johnny, who smiles at Simon with a thumbs-up. Not that he looks at him for long, not when you are sitting right on the other side of the table. Wearing a tank top, tight on your body as you use your hand to fan yourself; looking up to him through your lashes, the look travelling straight to his dick. He sighs and sits down, waiting for his turn.

Simon cannot really understand how being boiled alive will help him with you, but is not like he can ask Johnny now. In the end, he's glad he let the sergeant do his thing; because the moment he stands to give his presentation he can feel your eyes on him.

He is trying really hard to stay focused, he knows by memory what he has to say, but the moment he lifts his eyes from the paper, his mind is blank and he stutters on his words. But how can he not?

Your skin is glistening with sweat and Simon can feel his mouth water because of it, little droplets drip down your neck and over the mount of your chest, light reflecting like on a mirror as your chest raises with each breath. He looks up your arm, finding your thumb between your teeth as you bite your nail; your soft lips pressing your finger, your pink tongue visible through the small space between your teeth and it sends Simon's mind in a turmoil as to what he would like to do with your mouth.

He shouldn't, he is at work and he is giving a damn presentation! He doesn't dare to look at Price, he is sure he is talking no sense at this point, but he can’t peel his eyes away from you when he can feel you look at him.

It is then that he looks at your eyes, and he swears he has never seen you look like that. You have a hunger in your eyes that causes a shiver up his back, you have a determination mixed with a desperation that has Simon weak on his knees and you are not even looking at his face. You are looking at his body, he unconsciously flexes the muscles you look at and when he sees you focus your eyes on your crotch he has the need to sigh, emptying his lungs to suppress a moan.

He looks back at the paper, trying to remain focused as he figures out where the last line he read is. He doesn't find it, because suddenly Johnny is laughing at the top of his lungs after you show him something on your phone. He cannot see it from where he is standing, and he fights with all his might not to bend down to be able to see it.

He'll ask Johnny later, once he is done with the presentation and doesn't have to fight a boner back.

He does ask him later that same day, when he is in the sergeant’s barracks lying on his bed.

“I told ye it would work, Lt.” Soap says smiling from his desk. “She's into ye, mate. Ye just need to stop being weird.”

“I'm not weird.” Simon defends himself, being interrupted by a knock on the door. Gaz pokes his head in, entering once he sees they are both inside; he wonders for a second what he is doing here until he sees you walk in just behind him.

Gaz has a brick of beers in his hand, he winks at Simon and he quickly realises he is into whatever plan Soap has orchestrated. He whips his head to look at the mastermind and finds him sitting on the other bed in the room, Gaz quickly sitting beside him; leaving only half of the bed Simon is sitting at left for you to sit.

Soap and Gaz look at him with a shit-eating grin on their faces when he looks at them, the two little shits are physically making you sit next to him, almost skin-on-skin with how much space Simon takes.

You POV

Fucking Soap.

Last fucking time you trust him with your secrets! When you left the meeting this morning, he tackled you to ask you about why you were ogling like that at the LT.

“Is not me, Soap. Is it my hormones.” You whine, trying to convince him to let it go.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. But you were drooling for HIM.” He says, accentuating it. “It hurts my pride, bonnie. We were all in the room, but ye only had eyes for him.”

“Soap, for god's sake. I looked at him for two seconds.” You argue.

“Two seconds for each ball, lass. I saw you, looking up and down his bod. Ye got a crush for the Lt, bonnie?” He asks, moving his eyebrows up and down. You look at him offended before rolling your eyes. “I'm not fifteen, Soap.”

“I know, lass. The way you were looking at him was not of a fifteen years old, you were thirsting for him. You were staring at his willy, lass.” He says cocking his head and smirking.

“No, I wasn't!” You lie, feeling embarrassed to admit something like that.

“Shoot your shot, lass. I'm pretty sure he has a thing for you too.” He says, putting his hand over your shoulder.

“Yeah, murderous thoughts.” You snort, not believing the scotsman.

He laughs at you and claps your back stepping aside. “Trust me, give it a try. Ye may not end up married, but I'm sure ye'll get your kitty pet.” He says before taking a step back and mimicking having sex doggy style making you cringe which causes him to laugh. “Come to my room later, we getting drunk.”

Simon shimmies his way a little to a side, and even though for a second you wonder about sitting at the desk, you decide it is not worth it.

This man has been just a little asshole to you since you met, and now suddenly your fucking hormones have you wanting to peel his pants off and choke on his dick. It's not fair!

So you sit down next to him, your leg touching his. He keeps his hand on his lap, only raising his hand to catch the beers can Gaz throw at him. He catches them, opens one of them and hands them to you. You grab it and mutter a thank you, looking at him and noticing him looking at the other men in the room.

Gaz and Soap quickly start to talk, filling the room with a comfortable sound and Ghost and you remain as mere spectators.

The beers get drunk fast, a warm feeling flooding everyone's bodies and everyone kind of melting onto the beds. At some point, you notice Simon move and the next thing you feel is the heavy weight of his arm over your shoulder.

You tense for a second, looking up at him, finally making eye contact with him and he says: “Sorry, luv. My arm was getting numb, you don't mind, do you?”

You shake your head, unable to speak. Simon's eyes on you, feel like a truck lying on your chest, but still, you can't peel your eyes away.

He looks down at your lips and you unconsciously lick your lips, an almost unnoticed groan leaving his throat. He caresses your arm making you jump and you get goosebumps all over your body.

“You two should make out.” Soap suddenly says, making you both look at him like he just grew a second head. Ghost is not the only one that has gotten comfy; Gaz and Soap are currently cuddling, legs tangled and Soap's head resting on Gaz's chest. “Yeah, Ghost's about to bust a nut just for looking at you, bonnie.”

You whip your head back to look at his crotch, and for the milliseconds before he covers himself you can feel the protruding bulge of his boner trying to break free from his pants.

The little horny monster on your brain is rattling at the bar of your enclosure, urging you to just throw at him. It's been too long since you got laid and Ghost it's obviously reciprocating your feelings.

Gaz starts to chuckle with Soap, your irrational mind tells you that if anything they are laughing at Ghost, but your brain only tells you that they are laughing at you. Because maybe Ghost has a boner, but you are looking up at him, opening and closing your mouth like a fish and overall looking like an idiot.

Ashamed of yourself you start to stand up from the bed. “I'm going to sleep.” You vaguely feel Ghost's hand on your wrist, not fast enough to keep you in. And you leave the room keeping their complaints about not wanting you to leave inside.

You practically run to your room, throwing yourself on your bed, tears pricking your eyes from humiliation. And you would have cried if a knock on your door didn't interrupted you.

“What?!”

“It's me, can I come in, love?”

Hii 🧡

I tried to mix both of the options, so I did a little recap of the situations but from Simon's POV and used it to introduce the continuation to it.

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crushedcoffeecups · 4 days

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okay but imagine being a student of Saiki Kusuo's class. how fuckin weird would it be?

there's this guy, Saiki, that you don't know very well, but seems to be completely average in EVERY way. like, concerning average. you genuinely know nothing that he likes or dislikes or is particularly good or bad at. the only thing that sticks out about him is his weird hair clips and his tinted glasses. oh, and all the people that surround him

the weird, big, loud guy that no one really likes is his best friend. he basically follows Saiki around. one time Saiki made a completely to scale statue of him for a class fair.

the kid with a hero complex that is constantly going on about some shadow organisation and fantasy world is also his friend. the one that rips all of his clothes and always wears bright red bandages over his arms. he also follows Saiki around like they've been best friends since childhood. sometimes he talks about the both of them being soldiers in some army.

one day a psychic medium who can see ghosts and guardian spirits transfers to your school. the next day you see him hanging off of Saiki. what is it about this guy that attracts all these people? he doesn't even seem to talk to them. he's apparently the vice president of the medium's occult club.

the perfect dream girl of your class that everyone loves is weirdly obsessed with him. constantly trying to pair up with him in class. they've been seen on multiple dates together and members of the kokomins seem hate him. you're pretty sure they tried to kidnap him one time. he doesn't even seem to like the girl.

the over-enthusiastic class president that everyone respects is also his friend. you're pretty sure Saiki doesn't play any sports, but apparently he joined him on a tennis camp over the holidays. you heard that he hit a tennis ball so hard he sunk a boat.

an ex-delinquent joins the school, and immediately tried to be friends with Saiki. within a week he has joined the large group that follows Saiki around. one of your friends apparently saw the two of them taking motorcycle lessons.

the poor girl in class, the one with a dozen jobs who's constantly searching for food? yeah, she's friends with him too. one time you walk past a cafe she works at and see him inside, talking to the owner. what does he have to do with the cafe? and why was she wearing a maid dress? there's rumours in the school that the both of them took shady clinical trials over the holidays.

also, the girl who has a new crush every week gets weirdly into him for a while. you see her try a bunch of classic cliches to try to win him over. none of it works, but she still hangs around him for some reason.

a super rich guy shows up to your school and demands to date the beloved perfect girl. no idea why, but Saiki seems to some part to play in the weird love triangle. later on, you see Saiki and his friends visit the rich guys house.

a fortune telling gyaru joins your school, insisting that Saiki is her soulmate. the two are polar opposites, yet seem attached at the hip, along with that spiritual medium for some reason.

another new transfer (why does your school get so many transfers?) who never seems to shut up insists on following Saiki around. apparently they're childhood friends? they don't seem very friendly.

that famous actor, the one who is in everything on tv? you see him yelling at Saiki one day. something about a sister? you don't have any idea how they even crossed paths in the first place

on a random school day you overhear some of Saiki's friends talking about their trip to Britain together. did they really travel that far for just a weekend?

one day you see Saiki walking around with a young man with a weird headband. he looks familiar somehow. you could've sworn you've seen him on some science program or something.

you've seen Saiki walking around plenty of times. he walks everywhere it seems, and gets to places at a pace that is logically impossible. doesn't he have a motorcycle license?

his parents seemed perfectly ordinary when you met them, if a little too lovey-dovey. how is their son so different?

the dude never seems to change his clothes. obviously he does, seeing how they never get dirty or damaged. you guess he just wears the same thing on repeat.

you see him out and about with a little boy. probably babysitting. the kid keeps calling him by the name of some superhero.

the school brings in a magician one day. he greets Saiki like an old friend and calls him 'master'. you had no idea they knew each other, or that Saiki liked magic.

you've only known of this guy for a year, yet it seems like so much longer. it feels like too much has happened for the school year to have not ended yet. when did all those people transfer again?

feel free to add to the idea!

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iliketangerines · 21 days

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So I watched this anime about these two guys and one of them like got powers to where if he touches someone he can hear what the person is thinking- so hear my out- like reader wakes up with the powers and discovers she has them when she’s training with someone ((any one of the mk boys you wanna do- maybe Kung Lao- or Syzoth- perhaps Reiko or Tomas)) and they end up tripping her and pinning her to the floor and since they’re touching she hears their thought- which is basically them being like “oh how I wish to have something more with you” or “i wish you knew how bad I wanted to fuck you” and she just gets a really flustered about it- maybe after that she just goes around and coincidentally bumps into another guy and the same thing happens ((this is kinda multi fic- like mk men x reader))

your thoughts and mine

a/n: i want ALL OF THEM

pairing: kung lao, kenshi takahashi, johnny cage, raiden x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, overstimulation, blowjobs, spanking, mating press, electrostimulation

you’ve always been able to read mind from an early age, finding out when you had touched your mother one day and read her thoughts

but you keep your powers secret and hidden, wearing a pair of gloves and keeping your body covered up, even on hot sunny days, to avoid touching anybody

it became worse when you had joined the Wu Shi Academy, having to constantly spar and be in-touch with people, but it was manageable

you kept your gloves on and your clothe modest, and none of them really seemed to care as all the uniforms were quite similar to what you wore

today, the sweltering heat was getting to you, making it hard to concentrate on how Kung Lao was in front of you, smirking and beckoning you to come fight him

you shake the sweat droplets from your forehead and lunge forward, landing the first strike on him

it’s a dance of fists and blurs as you two move across the training field but combined with the heat of the sun and the stickiness of your clothes to your own skin, he manages to beat you, grabbing onto your wrists where your sleeves had ridden up your arms

he pins you down, gripping you tightly and keeping them above you, and his thoughts flash in your mind, thoughts of you naked and squirming on bed

how he would pin you down and watch your every expression as he slowly thrusts into you while his other hand rubs slow circles into your clit

your chest is covered in bite marks and hickeys, and your expression is flushed and dazed as he coos at you, how pretty you look on his cock

Kung Lao lets go of you, and the images disappear, your head spinning from what you had just seen

he asks if you’re okay, that you looked a bit flush, that maybe you should take off the shirt because you’re definitely going to get a heat stroke

you wave him off and just say you need some water before standing up and walking away briskly, trying to ignore the ache between your legs

the dining halls are mostly empty as you enter, and you beeline to the water fountain, grabbing a cup and filling it with water and gulping it down

you strip off your gloves, hands too sweaty, and wipe them down on your shirt, trying to calm yourself down and regain control over your own body

the thoughts still plague your mind, how his cock had thrusted in and out of you, making a loud squelching sound every time he rocked his hips forward and how your back arched off the bed

you wave away the thoughts and turn around at the sound of footsteps echoing behind you, and Kenshi stands behind you, arms crossed with that permanent furrow in his brow

he greets you, and you step aside and give him access to the water

as Kenshi walks by you, you hand him your cup, saying it’ll save washing more than one cup, and he thanks you and takes the cup, fingertips just brushing together

another image flashes through your mind, how his tattooed hand grips onto your hair as your lips stretch around his girth

your eyes are filled with tears and make-up stains your cheeks as Kenshi guides your head up and down his cock

he has your hands tied behind you and your legs kicked apart, so all you can do is grind against his shoe as he fucks into your face

the thought disappears as soon as it comes, and yet Kenshi seems completely unaffected as he grabs a drink from the fountain and takes a sip

quickly, you bow to him and leave the kitchen to go back to your bedroom, trying not to seem too obvious with how your pussy drools at the thoughts

the ache now persisted between your legs, and you needed to get rid of the need, the frustration, the wetness

as you walk back through the halls, Johnny passes by you, and in your frustration, you trip over nothing and nearly face plant if it weren’t for Johnny grabbing onto your hand

he thinks of you, face buried into the pillows and ass high in the air as he fucks into you ruthlessly

your ass is red and sore, and he squeezes at the meat of them, groaning at the sight of the plushness spilling between his fingers before giving you a firm slap

he presses a hand into your back to make you arch deeper for him, and it makes you cry out into the pillows as you tell that it’s too much

Johnny just smiles at you and reaches a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit and asks you for just one more, to just cum for him one more time

his cock stretches you out deliciously as he pounds into you, the sound of wet slapping filling the air along with your pathetic sobs and his grunts

the sound of Johnny’s voice brings you out of your stupor as he asks if you’re okay, and that maybe you should go to the infirmary, that you look sick

you try to pass it off, but your voice comes out hoarse and a little needy, Johnny sterns his face and grabs you by your arm, dragging you to the infirmary while giving a mild lecture about the importance of taking care of one’s self

somehow, the infirmary is much closer than you had thought, and Johnny and you arrive in no time

he flings the door open, and Raiden is already there, eyebrows raised in surprise at the dramatic entrance

Johnny smiles at the sight of the other champion and pushes you toward him, saying that Raiden is the best medicine guy they have and that he’ll take good care of you

he then promptly disappears, presumably off to bother Kenshi, and Raiden takes one look at your red face and brings the back of his hand to your forehead

you’re not even surprised anymore when images of your flushed face enter your head

he imagines you on the bed, neck covered in his hickeys as he fucks into you slowly and sweetly

your legs are hooked over his shoulders, pressing you into a mating press, but his hips are slow and sloppy as he thrusts in and out of you

his words are sweet and honeyed as he gives you praises as easily as water, telling you how pretty and beautiful you look like this, all fucked-out and flush

he brings his head down and kisses you, pelvis grinding into your clit to make you cum, and his body crackles with electricity, shocking you and bringing you to your high

a whine leaves your body before you’re even aware of it, and the thoughts disappear as Raiden retracts his hand and looks at your with furrowed eyebrows and a slight pout

he tells you that you’re a bit sick perhaps, and he goes to the medicine cabinet on one side of the room, grinding herbs together while preparing a tea

soon enough, a steaming cup of tea sits in your hands that smells herbal and medicinal while Raiden towers over you to watch you finish it

you try to protest, but he glares at you and tells you that it’s better to take care of a cold earlier than later and chides you to finish the tea

grimacing at the smell, you gather your courage and drink the tea, eyes squeezing shut at the taste, but the drink goes down quickly and settles in your stomach

you shove the cup back into his hands, avoiding touching his bare skin, and scurry off back to your room with barely a goodbye

as soon as your bedroom door slams shut behind you, you lay on your bed and dip your fingers below your waistband, circling your clit and pumping them in and out of you

the thoughts plague your mind as you bring yourself closer to your climax, desperate and horny for them to fuck you

your whines and small moans of their names fill the room as you lose yourself in the pleasure, back arching off the bed and eye squeezed shut as you rub tight circles into your clit

jolts of pleasure wash over you quickly, pent-up from earlier that day, and your labored breaths fill the air as you cum on your fingers

as you open your eyes, sunlight streams through your room, which was strange because your window blinds were closed

you look to the door and find all four of the standing there, looking at you, with your hand down your pants

a flush covers your face, and you remove your slick-covered fingers from your pussy and try to stutter out an excuse

Kung Lao shuts the door behind them as they crowd into your room, circling your bed, and you finally notice how hard all of them are underneath their uniforms

after that day, you don’t bother wearing gloves anymore

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months

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Hi! Can I get a Damien Priest x reader where he's constantly flirting with the reader in Spanish, but the reader has no idea what he's saying. Finally Dom or Rhea tell reader what he's been saying and then they get together in the end?

damian priest x reader

(just for your information, i studied spanish years ago and now i can’t remember a single word…let me know if i misspelled something)

mi vida, mi amor

“good morning mariposa” damian greeted you when you and rhea walked into the gym.

damian always had this flirting personality, he would flirt with all the women in the world if he could. but with you, he was kinder, it felt like he meant every word he said. he was constantly flirting with you in spanish, knowing you couldn’t understand a word.

“thanks man i’m here too” rhea scoffed.

“hi damian” you smiled at him and greeted him with your soft voice.

you were all training for summerslam. it was a very big event and you wanted to be in your best form. so you asked some friends for a little help and they were pleased to help you.

it wasn’t a secret that most of the wwe stars had a soft spot for you. you were always so kind and patient with anyone, always helping if needed so a lot of your now colleagues grew fond of you.

“you ready to train princesa?” damian came closer to you. he was the one who has been helping you these past weeks and it was the first time you felt this comfortable having someone training you.

he never pushed you too far, always knowing your limits. always making you feel comfortable. and you loved how he threw some bad jokes during training.

“yup” you said happily.

he helped you stretch. it’s not that you needed help with that because before being a wrestler you wanted to be a ballerina so you were very elastic on that side.

but he loved spending time with you.

“okay, we’re gonna start with these” he showed you the weights you were supposed to lift “and then we’re gonna use these ones, is that okay for you mi vida?” he asked softly.

you were enchanted every time he spoke spanish to you.

“yes…” you said shyly.

he helped you though all the exercises, making sure you were being careful, while he kept talking to you in spanish. you had no idea what he was saying to you but you couldn’t help the butterfly in your stomach.

after 40 minutes you were completely tired out. your shoulders and legs were burning and even if you loved the sensation all you wanted to do was laying in bed and sleep.

“okay ten minutes break and then we start again mariposa” he smirked at you.

you laid on the cold gym floor when rhea came and sat next to you.

“i see the way you’re blushing everytime damian speaks spanish to you” she said to you with an evident smirk on her face.

“if only i knew what he’s saying…”

“mariposa? mi vida? he’s basically confessing his love to you y/n” dom joined you on the floor “he’s completely in love with you…”

“what? no he’s not…” you said.

“it’s not that he goes around calling everyone mi vida, he loves you and you have feelings for him too, you guys should just talk about it” dom said to you.

before you could reply, damian called for you to join in him once again.

“c’mon, you can do it” rhea smiled at you “and if he hurts you i can kick his ass!”

you smiled and came back to damian.

“who’s ass is gonna kick rhea?” damian asked you softly.

“yours if you’re gonna hurt me” you shyly said.

“and why’s that?” he said while his hands helped your waist sitting on the bench. you felt hot and all fuzzy when his hands grabbed your hips and guided you over the working machine you hated the most.

“she - she said…well i don’t know if it’s real, but she said that you’re in love with me? she could be wrong i don’t know if…if what she said it’s real” you whispered.

damian loved when you get all flustered. your red cheeks and your shy look.

“who said it’s not real mi amor?” he said with his low voice that made your knees weak.

“what - what?”

he sat next to you, turned your face around so he was looking straight into your eyes. he lifted your chin up and caressed your cheek.

“i’ve been in love with you for a while now…since we’ve met and i can’t stop thinking about you angel, you make the world a much better place just with your presence. you’re so beautiful and i can’t stop looking at you, you got me all around your finger baby. si me dejas demostrarte cuánto te amo, te prometo que no te defraudaré princesa…” he whispered so close to your lips, like as if he was going to kiss you.

“you know i don’t speak spanish…” you laughed a little.

“if you let me show you how much i love you, i promise you that you won’t regret it” he said before his lips gently laid on yours. it was a soft kiss, full of sweetness and love. he wanted to make you feel comfortable and loved.

“i’m in love with you damian…i’ve been for a while, i just - i thought i wasn’t the kind of person you would go after…” you whispered.

“you’re everything i want baby…i love you so much”

you both kissed once again, not even caring if dom and rhea were watching the whole scene.

all you wanted was to find comfort between his arms.

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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Old Man Things

Basically, all the old man things that make Daddy Whiskey, an old man.

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SFW and NSFW below the cut. 18+ only (minors DNI)

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A/N: I can't tell you how much I enjoyed writing this. That's my daddy🥰

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Every single time you text him, he finds a way to send a thumbs up emoji. “How are you, babe?” 👍🏻 “How’s work going today?” 👍🏻 “Wanna go out tonight?”👍🏻 “Did you buy toilet paper?” 👍🏻

Still reads the actual newspaper, and will do it at the breakfast table and while on the toilet.

Has to wear reading glasses, likes to wear them while going to bed with a good book in his hand.

Grunts every time he gets up and every time he sits down. Every. Damn. Time.

His back kills him, especially after missions. He’ll groan when he walks in, groan when he undresses, which will lead to you following him into the bathroom and showering together. You have him sit on the stone seat’s edge, rubbing his back beneath the warm water while bathing him, just letting him relax in your company. And he especially enjoys when you wash his hair. "Babycakes, you have such a sweet touch."

Texts using just his pointer finger.

Still says “howdy” when he answers the phone.

Has those grandpa potato house shoes and will not be giving them up anytime soon.

Likes to protect you and keep you as innocent as possible. You’re a grown woman but he doesn’t want the world to taint you. Because of this, he won’t tell you the details of his job, his missions, etc.

Very old school with dating. Was a gentleman from the start. Opens all the doors for you, even inside your home. He makes dates a special occasion, not a ‘hangout’, and constantly buys flowers for you.

NSFW

Absolutely has bad back days, and will beg you to ride him. “Sugar, I can’t, not today. Please get up here, c’mon, climb on top of me. I know you love riding your daddy.”

Will smoke a cigar while you ride him.

Likes to watch you drink his whiskey he’s even spit it into your mouth before

Has the most guttural southern voice you’ve ever heard, and it makes you weak in the knees damn near every time he speaks. Let alone when he uses his bedroom voice. The difference between, “Hey honey,” and “C’mere, babycakes” couldn’t be more extreme.

Jack being older than you meant he had more life experience. He was already established, already had money and skill, and was cocky about it. Truly, nothing turns you on more than seeing Jack’s confidence shine through. It reminded you just how easily he��s able to order you around, manhandle and control you.

Whenever he sits down in his comfy chair, his hips shift forward with his legs parting wide, fully manspreading. And every time you walk in on him sitting like this, it makes you want to sink down to your knees and gag on him, remind him that you’re the best decision he’s ever made. You just want to give him everything you know he deserves.

Can’t always last for a second round, or even last too long the first round. And gets crazy embarrassed about it. But you always do your best to reassure him, “It’s okay, daddy. It’s okay, don’t you know how much I love it? Every second that I have you? I know your beautiful body gets tired, baby… I love every second I can get”. Rubbing your hands over him, whispering sweet praise that makes him grin.

Obviously loves being called daddy. Daddy. He wants to be in charge of you, in charge of your happiness and pleasure and general well-being. You’re his, in every sense of the word. His beautiful girl, his responsibility.

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acescavern · 8 months

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Quiet ( Lee Jeno x Fem!Reader )

navi - m.list

Paring: Lee Jeno x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut (MINORS DNI), fluff, pure filth, smidge of humour, Non-Idol!AU

Warnings: I've never written smut before so feedback is much appreciated, Boob worship, Pierced!Jeno ( eyebrow and 🍆), that one Jeno hair style with the undercut and the raven hair, Big dick Jeno, They fuck in a tent, degradation, praise, pussy slapping, Jeno folds the reader in half like a pretzel, finger sucking, light biting, unprotected sex ( booo! wrap before you tap), He spits in her mouth, exhibitionism, a hint of dumbification? reader gets cock drunk basically, he makes her taste herself, his hand is around the readers neck but he doesn't apply pressure, dare I say: softdom!Jeno?

Blurb: When the night gets cold whilst camping with your friends, Jeno knows a great way to warm up or It's fucking in-tents

Word count: 2,329

Note: Hey, Ace here. You've been graced by my 3rd fic in a week. I say i've never written smut before, not technically. any feedback is welcome! or to just let me know if you liked the fic! My asks are open! I would like to say that I take requests, but I honestly think that would only be possible if I get inspiration from the request. I also work full time, and I'm filling in for my manager AND the second in line at the same time next week, so you may not have many fics until after. This hasn't been grammatically checked or anything. Just read over once by me. If I've missed any warnings, let me know.

You loved camping with your boyfriend and his friends. Being in the fresh outdoors near the lake, sharing stories by the campfire. You loved the quality time with your friends.

What you didn't love was how cold it got at night, by the water. It wouldn't be surprising if the rest of your friend group heard your teeth chattering over their boisterous laughter. Jeno had insisted on unzipping both of your sleeping bags to join the zips together as a cover after being in your respective sleeping bags the night before.

Jeno didn't like that he felt like a worm, constantly wriggling to stay close to you. Even going as far as to ask you what you would do if he turned into a worm overnight.

Now, usually your boyfriend is like a furnace. If only he didn't sling his best friend, Jaemin, over his shoulder to jump in the lake just before coming to the tent to sleep. Jeno hadn't even dried his hair, his whole body a cool temperature.

After a while of lying there, your whole body trembling in shivers, an ice-cold hand drifted its fingers up the length of your spine under the oversized shirt you wore. A sharp inhale of surprise left you, a small sound accompanying the noise.

"Jen, you're cold.." You whisper-whined at the male behind you, arching your body away from him.

"Shh, I'll warm up soon." He dismissed, certainty in his tone as if he had other plans.

Jeno's fleeting, cool touches slid around to the expanse of your stomach where his fingers teased feather light touches. The touch almost made you squirm against his chest, where he had pressed his hard, toned torso against you.

"Really, Jen? Right now? … everyone's still outside.." You turned your head to look at him in disbelief. Sure, you two had sex when his housemates were still home, but this is different. You felt a lot more exposed in the outdoors with nothing but the flimsy nylon of the pop-up tent between you and the others.

Soft lips pressed against the back of your head and again on your temple, trailing all the way down to your neck. "They can't see you, we can be quiet, can't we?" Jeno almost pleaded, his hips shifting forward to grind his hard length against your behind.

"I can, you can't-oh…" your teasing halted when his fingers brushed your puckered nipple.

The feeling heightened because of how cold you were. Honestly, if it wouldn't ruin the moment you'd have made a joke about being so cold, you could engrave glass. Your resolve crumbled when Jeno's mouth left quiet, wet kisses along your neck, his index finger and thumb hardening their pinch on your erected nipple.

You felt your heart thundering in your chest, breathing getting shallower the more aroused you became. The flood of heat between your thighs just from Jeno rolling and tugging firmly at your breasts was almost embarrassing.

"You can, can you?" Fuck. You may as well have challenged him.

Jeno lifted his head from your neck, hand leaving your breast in favour of smoothing down your body, making sure to at least grab a handful of your behind before giving it a light smack. The noise was covered by the commotion outside of Haechan laughing at Mark for dropping his marshmallow into the fire.

You didn't protest when your boyfriend rolled you onto your back. You didn't protest when he shoved your shirt up your body and over your head. The sudden change in temperature made you shiver, teeth biting into your lip to prevent them from chattering again. You also didn't protest when his head dipped, lips latching onto your left breast with an almost sated sigh.

Teeth grazed over your sensitive flesh, followed by a wet tongue to soothe the sting. Your legs fell open to allow your boyfriend to settle between them, your hand delving into his short, dark hair. Jeno fought not to make a sound when your nails scratched at his scalp, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at the sensation.

Jeno had always loved your boobs. He always said he wasn't a boob man until he met you. Oddly, you saw that as a compliment. You never felt insecure about the size of them now… You couldn't when Jeno worships them the way he does. His mouth switched to your right breast now, teeth biting down on the neglected nipple to tug. This was slightly harsher and firmer than the treatment given to the other one – this one made you fight a moan, back arching to follow his mouth as more heat rushed through you.

"Please…" You whispered, begging your boyfriend to put your poor throbbing clit out of its misery. Jeno's teeth let go of your swollen nipple with a quiet pop. You leaned back on your elbows and forearms to watch his next move, reaching out to stop him when he began to crawl down your body. "No, Jen. Please, inside." you pleaded.

The plea had Jeno flashing you the smuggest of grins, his hands settling on the waistband of your pyjama pants. "Are you sure?" The edge of concern lingered in his voice. Jeno knew he was big, and quite often, he would have to work you up to get you ready to take him. You'd never had anyone as big as him before. It took you months to be able to take his full length and girth inside you.

Jeno watched as you nodded almost frantically, your eyes looking beautifully glazed with lust. "I can take it." a strange burst of pride swelled in his chest at the determination in your voice. It made him coo at you softly as he pulled your pyjama pants down your legs.

"Oh, baby, I know you can." he praised, "My Good Girl always takes what I give her… Even if she's a greedy mess" The last word of his degradation was accentuated by a strong palm coming down to lightly smack you over your panties, the sound wet from your arousal.

Your teeth sank further into your lip to stop the whimper caught in your throat. Instead, you watched your boyfriend undress in the darkness of the tent. His shirt came off first, the material nearly getting caught on the silver barbell through his left eyebrow. Next came his pants and boxers. Your breath caught in your throat when his hard cock sprang up to touch his stomach. Jeno's red, swollen, pierced tip almost touching his belly button.

Your mouth fell open in shock. Sure, it'd been a while since you'd seen your boyfriend naked but it never crossed your mind that he had gotten his cock pierced! Had it really been that long?

"Surprise…" Jeno grinned, his hands already working at slipping your panties down your legs.

A palm landed on each knee to spread your legs wide for him. The sight earned you a curse of praise. "fuck…such a pretty swollen clit baby…" he groaned quietly, one hand leaving your knee in favor of lightly circling your swollen bud with his index finger.

The action had you squirming beneath him, quiet whimpers threatening to spill from your mouth. Another smack was landed, directly to your clit. It was accompanied by a warning glare from your boyfriend.

"You said you could be quiet." He stated, his tone almost mocking your earlier words. His fingers toyed with your sopping heat, spreading your arousal. Jeno dipped two fingers into your entrance, gathering some of your mess.

Those same two fingers were soon pressed to your lips, your mouth opening to greedily lap at them. Your eyes fluttered closed as you worked his fingers, your tongue collection your own arousal from them whilst simultaneously covering them with your saliva.

You were so preoccupied with his thick fingers that when the cold metal of his piercing pressed against your entrance, it made you shiver. Jeno shoved his fingers into your mouth deeper, reminding you that you'd stopped sucking. The action made you gag slightly, being unprepared, but soon enough, you were easily back to deepthroating Jeno's fingers.

"Ready baby?" He warned, his voice thick with arousal, raspy almost. His lips spread to a smile when you nodded around his fingers, taking that signal to slowly push into your entrance.

Jeno made a small sound as your velvety walls stretched around him. He wasn't even halfway inside yet, and your walls were hugging so tight around him.

Jeno went slow, the metal ring of his piercing dragging forward over your sensitive spots. It heightened the feeling, your teeth accidentally biting down on Jeno's fingers to keep the sounds at bay.

"Ah!" He winced, pulling them from you, a long line of spit stringing from them. "That wasn't very nice of you, Angel." he scolded, moving the drool-covered digits down to smear the residue over the rest of his cock.

Dark eyes met your own… With the hard look on his face, you knew you were in for it now. Jeno's hands moved, pressing on the backs of your thighs. His hips shifted as he moved over you, the burn of your thigh muscles distracting you from the way you were being stretched out. Jeno held your legs there, and your thighs nearly flush with your torso, your knees by your ears.

Your boyfriend leaned forward, your knees hooking over his shoulders as he slid home, fully sheathed within you. His forehead dropped to your own, hips stilling to let you adjust. You felt full, so deliciously full. The angle he had you at, folded in half like a human pretzel, you felt fuller than ever.

He'd never bent your body to this extent before. You couldn't move anything but your arms and head. Jeno's shoulders and torso keeping you in position. His hand cupped your jaw gently.

"You good?" He murmured in question, lips drifting over your temple. You couldn't think of coherent words, your eyes so glazed they'd put a doughnut to shame. All you managed was a fast nod.

You tried to string together a sentence. Honestly, you did.. but all that went through your brain was how much more full you felt in this position. "Full…" You whined.

Jeno's proud grin widened his hold on your jaw firming, fingers digging into your cheeks until you had no choice but to open your mouth. "You're so good to me, Angel.. taking me so well." He cooed, his hips drawing back only to sink back inside you, deep.

A needy whimper sounded from you, slightly louder than you would have liked. It made Jeno pause, the ruckus outside too chaotic to even register the sound. His thrusts became measured and precise, the pierced tip of his cock pistoning the spot that never fails to drive you crazy. Small sounds continued to escape you, no matter how much you tried to keep them at bay. A grunted curse left your boyfriend, shaking his head as he rose an eyebrow in warning.

"Stick your tongue out." He demanded gently, sucking on his own tongue to create a glob of saliva. You did as asked, watching Jeno stick his own out. You welcomed the line of drool that dripped from his tongue to yours, your cheeks flushing a deeper red at the filthy action. That never stopped you from swallowing what he had to offer.

"Fuck, you're so perfect.." He moaned softly, hand smoothing down your jaw to sit just around your neck, his thrusts gaining speed as you leant into the hold.

"J-Jen!" You cried out, brain fogging over in pleasure. You'd momentarily forgotten where you were, the feeling too intense to keep quiet.

"Thought you could keep quiet, hm?" He taunted, his hand removing from your neck to plunge three fingers into your mouth. He hoped this would keep you quiet. You'd never hear the end of it if your friends heard the both of you like this.

Your breathing was frantic around his fingers, mouth sloppily working the three digits with your tongue. You were a mess of drool, and you weren't going to last much longer. From the way Jeno's neck and chest flushed a pretty pink, neither was he.

He shifted you slightly, pressing your thighs just a bit further back — Your knees were nearly touching your shoulders from the angle, but it felt so good. A pitched gasp around the obstruction in your mouth let him know he had exactly the right angle he was looking for.

Jeno's hips worked harder and faster, each hit home punching the same place over and over. Your walls clenched harder around him, nose huffing around your heavy breathing, your mouth preoccupied.

"I can feel you squeezing me so hard, It's okay, baby. You can come." He cooed through quiet grunts, his movements growing slightly sloppy but still having an effect all the same.

Your thighs shook, body trembling. It's as if the permission was all you were waiting for to explode. Body tensing, hands clutching at Jeno's shoulders, you came. Toes curling and muscles tensing, your nails clawing into the skin of his broad shoulders, making him hiss.

Your climax triggered Jeno's own, grunted curses huffed out as he stilled, spilling into you. Neither of you noticed through your highs just how loud you'd gotten nor the utter silence that filled the makeshift campsite.

His fingers slid from your mouth, hands gently manoeuvring you to a more comfortable position. Jeno Couldn't help but chuckle at your fucked out, flushed expression. His spit covered hand gently tapped your cheek as he dipped toward your lips to claim them.

Your arms immediately wrapped around him, hugging him to you as you both floated down to earth from the climax you'd just had.

It was a blissful silence, soft touches, warm embraces, and gentle words. After a beat of comfortable silence, a voice spoke up from outside the tent.

"Sounded like two bears rubbing their backs on a tre–"

"Chenle!" Jeno dropped his forehead to your collarbone with a defeated groan, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Never a moment of silence.

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vxntagedior · 1 year

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Hi forgot to add in the request I just sent in about the poly!marauders and reader when she’s at girls night but when she dances w the girls when they first get there she’s doing these like super hot dance moves with lily or Marlene and they get really turned on and then when she drags them to dance she does the moves with them and they’re in awe of how she can dance like that. This is all basically a retelling of a dream I had lmao

hot in here

pairing | poly!marauders x fem!reader

warning | fluff, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a boner

word count | 660

You loved girls night, especially after you started dating James, Sirius and Remus. It wasn’t that you hated being with them constantly, you liked having some time with your girlfriends, something that hadn’t really happened as often anymore.

Each of you had your own relationships, and never got to catch up as much.

Girls night was usually a whole day, going to breakfast together, out to Hogsmeade or staying in and just gossiping and talking until the moon rises.

Music played from the radio, all of you moving your furniture out of the way to have more room. Raiding your stash of firewhiskey, you, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Alice and Dorcas were well past drunk.

Meanwhile on the other side of the commons, the three boys were moping around their own bedroom, just waiting for you to come back.

“I miss Y/n.” James cried, flopping down on his bed, Sirius agreeing with him. Looking up to his mate, Sirius had a playful glimmer in his eye, one he always had when they did pranks.

“Leave her alone.” Remus said not even looking up from his book, “Let her have some time to herself.”

“She’s not alone.” Sirius protested, “She can have girls night with us.”

Finally looking up from his book, Remus gave Sirius a blank stare, not needing to say anything. “Don’t.”

Ignoring what Remus said, both boys scrambled out of their own dorm, making their way towards yours.

The music could be heard from the hallway, the radio loud. They could hear voices coming from your room, Remus following James and Sirius before they did something to get them in trouble.

Remus did miss you but knew that it was important to you about spending time with the girls.

Finally reach your door, Sirius was the one to knock, no one came to the door, he knocked a little harder this time.

Mary had been the one to open the door, her smile draining a bit when she saw the three of them.

“Y/n.” Mary whined, leaving the door open. James was able to peek his head in, his eyes widening at the sight.

Alice had her hands on your hips, guiding your hips against hers. Your head was thrown back on her shoulder, your arms moving freely.

In your moment you hadn’t noticed your boyfriends slip in.

“Sirius!” Lily shrieked, shocked at seeing him, that seemed to catch your attention, looking over to see the three of them in the room.

It was probably because you were still drunk that you smiled, launching yourself towards Sirius. Catching you, placing his hands on your waist, Sirius steadied you, trying to speak to you but you continued to dance.

Remus and James just stood wide eyed seeing you grinding your ass against Sirius, who was trying to get a boner in front of everyone. Neither of them had seen you like this, and were trying to act civil while you were dancing.

“Come,” You beckoned to both James and Remus, James looking over at Remus before joining the two of you.

Wrapping your arms around James’s neck, he just smiled sheepishly at Sirius.

“Remmy please.” You pleaded, the boy shaking his head no once again.

The rest of the girls had moved to the other side of the room, dancing with each other, leaving you alone.

“You have fun?” James asked. You just nodded.

Not knowing how long the three of you were dancing, Remus was the one to pull you apart, bringing you back to their dorm.

Humming the entire way back, attached to Remus who had his arm wrapped around your waist, you rested your head on his bicep.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head.

Sitting on the bathroom counter, Remus had been moving around, wiping off your makeup.

“You gonna like that for me next time?” He said cheekily.

You gave him a drunken smile, agreeing rapidly.

#poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x fem!reader #poly!marauders #marauders x reader #marauders era #poly!marauders x girlfriend!reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader

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utilitycaster · 11 months

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hi! I'm sorry if you answered this already and I missed the post, but what are your general thoughts on the party being split for so long?

Short answer: I think it's great. I think the best way to answer this accurately is to cover some of my past complaints about the campaign, and discuss how this split is addressing the vast majority of them. This is also, I suppose, serves as an argument for why it's worth getting caught up with Campaign 3 for anyone who fell off of regular watching.

I'll begin by saying that I understand the desire to have something akin to Campaign 2 but in Marquet: a group of people deeply tied into the lore and fabric of the setting and yet displaced within it, finding each other. I still would have liked to see that story. I do not fault people for being disappointed in not getting that, particularly given what Marquet means as a setting, and this still is not that campaign. But pretty much all of my other complaints have been addressed by the apogee solstice and the party split and so I'm not here to mourn what I know didn't happen, and instead to talk about how the last ten or so episodes have been banger after banger.

I said this elsewhere recently but my issue wasn't that the campaign was building up to the apogee solstice setpiece; it was that it took about 30 episodes to even reveal that was what the buildup was for, and yet, somehow, 35 episodes to finally be done with Treshi. Which meant in turn that the party was constantly kind of shepherded from place to place. Even the sidequests were mostly part of the buildup - Heartmoor Hamlet is a good time, and achieves quite a lot in only a handful of episodes - but it is, ultimately, mostly there to wipe out Ashton's debt which would be a detriment to getting to the main plot. The modular, party-driven nature of Campaign 2 just wasn't an option, since they could have quite possibly avoided the solstice (akin to how Campaign 2 completely avoided the Augen Trust plot and required a drastic reworking of the Lucien plot). But because it started so early, it was hard to get a sense of what would actually motivate the characters so that they could be guided more naturally by hooks they'd be likely to take, since they were doing fetch quest after fetch quest with a wealthy patron (I love Eshteross with all my heart but that kind of figure early in the story is tough to incorporate; more on that later) and getting lore dumped at by NPCs and never really had to scramble or take weird jobs killing rats in the sewers or even share rooms in an inn with people they didn't already know before the story started.

Which is the second part: the party did not really mix that much. Imogen and Laudna came in codependently joined at the hip, and Orym and Fearne were also quite close. Ashton and FCG had a looser arrangement, and Chetney was the only true free agent. So a lot of the time, the party felt like three groups working together with tenuous bridges rather than a coherent party, and they never quite had either the downtime to cohere, or the massive crisis to force them together. This party has actually seen quite a lot of death, but Bertand's happened too early, and while Laudna's didn't quite reset to the status quo, it also occurred just as the Treshi plot had ended and so the timeline was becoming even more accelerated. The seeds of something were there, but they needed something more to actually take root.

Enter the apogee solstice and the party split. This has fixed basically everything:

The fact that the solstice happened means that now we're in damage control mode. There's a clear motivator for the party, but one that they genuinely care about rather than one that requires the DM being like "and THIS NPC wants THIS thing."

It also forces the party to develop those relationships outside of the friend they started with. The obvious first reason is that the groups are split up along those lines. That is not an accident or a cruel joke; that's fucking necessary, frankly, to get the party to bond. As my meta about Laudna and Orym points out, not having their emotional support prior colleague - even by sending - and frankly, yeah, not even knowing they're alive, for certain, is what will make these characters actually grow and change. As we saw, the same is true for Fearne, Imogen, and FCG.

It notably removes the spotlight from Imogen, which is good, because the cool development happens after the character-focused arc, when they can process, rather than during. She's still Ruidusborn, but what that means is very different from what it meant pre-ritual.

Then there's the practical element of travel. This party probably isn't going to be teleporting nonstop, but they did have comparatively fast travel in the form of a skyship from very early on, and in another three levels Fearne will have transport via plants, and Imogen can take teleport as a cast spell the level after that, and then we'll never get to see much of the world...but if you break teleporting a bit? You send them into the middle of the wilderness? Yeah, they're going to need to have those watch conversations that were far too few and far between early in the campaign.

And allies! This party's doing it backwards. They've lost Eshteross; Keyleth's fate is unknown to them; Ryn is a statue; Beau and Caleb's fates are similar question marks. After so much time of having patrons and friendly wizards telling them what to do? They're alone, and they have to survive by their wits and by leaning on each other.

The fact that we've got guests is good both because we get to see different facets of the main cast's characters through their responses to these new companions, and because we're getting to fill some of the gaps in the party (people with more longstanding relationships to deities; people with 20 INT scores). It also pushes Bells Hells, in some way, closer together, by having to assert that they are part of a group with shared experience. And it's just a delight to have them.

This is also just fun for fans in that we're getting to see some of the most wished for locations - the Mighty Nein's time in Uthodurn was brief and very focused, and everyone's been clamoring for Molaesmyr and Issylra. For all that Vox Machina and the Mighty Nein fought world-wide threats, they were largely contained to a specific region, and I think this is really setting the stage for how big a deal the apogee solstice really is, by flinging the party across the world and showing how everyone is affected.

Anyway: love the party split. I honestly would have been happy with one or two more episodes of the other party and am looking forward to a similar length arc for this party, and honestly, even then, it might take a few episodes for them to reunite, and I think they'll all be better for it.

#answered #muthserra #critical role #critical role spoilers #two other thoughts that are personal/hunches and don't fit above #first is that my guess is still that this is the last full-length campaign so pulling out all the stops for locations & guests is smart #(i would love to be proven wrong but. suspect i am right)#and second is that my favorite ships are in the same groups for the most part so i'm vibing

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pancakes4two · 1 year

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ANYWHERE WITH YOU - THREE

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST | TALK TO ME

⭐️ NEXT CHAPTER ⭐️

wc: ~2.3k

warnings: none! but strap yourself in because things will start getting angsty sooooooon

preview: You swallow, wondering if it’s right for you to feel sick at those articles. If it even makes sense for you to get angry at these tabloids for speculating about your best friend’s relationship. It feels like it should, when he’s sitting at your dining room table, laying his most vulnerable thoughts out onto notebook pages in front of you. When he comes home to you every evening, takes over your kitchen and leaves it messy after he’s made dinner.

When he’s the last person you say goodnight to before falling asleep.

✽ ✽ ✽

Ironically enough, the first hobby that you and Harry genuinely end up enjoying together is singing. It starts when Harry gets a karaoke machine for his tenth birthday from Gemma, who’d saved up from her first job to buy it, hoping that it might free her from having to deal with him obnoxiously singing in the car or while showering. Her logic was that if he spent enough time singing alone in his room, it’d wear down his voice enough that he’d be silent once he was in her presence. Prior to that, the two of you had tried to get into everything—football, ice skating, art, you name it—but nothing had really stuck. Your days on the neighbourhood football league ended after Harry took a ball straight to the face, though your hearts weren’t in the sport long before his injury. You were much better at the game than Harry, who would constantly trip over his own legs like Bambi, so you found that you couldn’t quite enjoy a hobby that seemed to bring your best friend so much grief. The same happened with ice-skating, except the other way around: Harry quickly grew tired of it after you failed to advance past the basic level of your local rink’s skating program. He’d remarked that skating was no fun if the two of you couldn’t do it together; there was no point in him gliding across the ice if you weren’t right there beside him. Art, however, you gave up for a simpler reason: both of you couldn’t resist spending the whole of your art lessons drawing ugly caricatures of each other, and at some point the badly-drawn portraits had crossed a line and become an outlet for you to insult each other. Your mums had to put a stop to it, for the sake of your friendship.

But singing was different. You had always been a relatively shy kid, but Harry was boisterous from the day he first met you, and you’d always known him to be musically-inclined. In the three years since you first met, you can recall countless times you’d joined their family on weekend trips or even just drives into the city. Any time you were in a car with Harry, he’d always be singing along to the radio: which, more often than not, was blasting an old Beatles record, or playing Shania Twain on loop. Harry always sang the loudest in your school’s choir class, and he did an insanely good Elvis impression. You could tell he loved music—you saw it in the way his eyes would always light up when Robin would put a new tape in the car, the way his tiny hands would slap the leather seats, chasing the rhythm of every song that came through the speakers. It was really a no-brainer that singing ended up being the hobby for the two of you. You were more than happy to accompany Harry as he explored something that brought him so much joy, and you know he would’ve done the same for you.

In fact, Harry had told you years later that he’d been so excited to show the karaoke machine to you, he had a foot out the door and was racing to your house before he’d even had a chance to finish unwrapping it. You weren’t surprised at that—at ten years old, the two of you had become practically inseparable. Your families and teachers loved to joke about how you and Harry were a package deal, rarely found apart from one another. You were attached at the hip: you spent so much time together that people genuinely found it weird when one of you was found without the other. You remember your mum telling you that she’d found you playing in the backyard by yourself once, and seeing you without your best friend threw her off so much she had to call your dad over and make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. It turned out she wasn't—Harry had just been away at a doctor’s appointment that afternoon. Primary school passes by just like that: the two of you spending every minute you possibly could together, hauling the karaoke machine back-and-forth between your houses, duetting The Girl of My Best Friend every night until your throats started to hurt and your parents complained of migraines.

It was you and him against the world.

✽ ✽ ✽

You wake up on Saturday morning to Harry belly-flopping onto your bed, coffee and phone in hand as he aggressively startles you awake. You rub the sleep out of your eyes, squinting at Harry’s figure as he shifts onto his side, propping his head up with his hand and smiling at you mischievously.

“Did you forget that you have a bed of your own in the other room?” You say groggily, reaching over Harry. You feel blindly for your phone on your bedside table, unplugging it from its charger cord. You tap the screen to check the time: it’s 7:20 AM. On a Saturday. And for some godforsaken reason, you’re awake because of Harry.

“I know, but I have a radio interview in five minutes,” Harry says casually, taking a sip out of his mug. You tell him that if he gets even a drop onto your bed, he’s buying you new sheets. “And I wanna do it here. With you.”

“Why?” You groan, “I was sleeping so peacefully until you barged in here.”

“Aww, were you dreaming of me?” Harry coos, tapping the tip of your nose. You grab his wrist and shove his hand away. “I haven’t done one of these interviews in a while. I need your moral support.”

“You really expect me to believe that? You’ve been in this industry for a decade and you need my moral support for a 5-minute–” you begin to say, before Harry cuts you off.

“Whoops, too late, they’re calling now,” He smiles, accepting the call on his phone and placing it on speaker. You roll your eyes and disappear under the covers, bringing your hand out from below the sheets just to give him the finger.

You’re met with an insanely loud, radio-presenter voice. “Good morning, Harry! I’m Pete from SiriusXM. It’s so great of you to join us here this morning, you’re on the air right now so feel free to say hi!”

Harry clears his throat. “Hi everyone, good morning. Glad to join you via phone call.”

You emerge from your covers just to shove him in the chest, letting him know how corny his response was. Harry turns to you and mouths a silent What? before Pete is interrupting again with a question. You’re about to get annoyed at him for getting in the way of your banter with Harry, before you realize he’s literally just doing his job.

“So, tell us how you’ve been, man. You’ve been on break for a bit, coming off of a huge U.S. tour.”

“I’ve been good, yeah, thanks for asking. Getting some much-needed rest, spending time with family. The tour was amazing, but I’m glad I can slow down now and spend time with people I love.” He looks at you during that last statement, his expression unreadable even to you.

“So happy to hear that. Speaking of tour, I wanted to ask, how was that for ya? Your last record was so successful, I imagine getting to tour that was a whole new experience. I’ve seen so many videos online of you performing, and it seems like everyone in the arena knows every single word to your songs. That must be an amazing feeling, getting to hear so many people sing along to your writing.”

“Definitely,” Harry agrees, “I think I’m very lucky to have fans who are so emotionally generous like that. They’re never afraid to sing their hearts out, and I’m happy I’ve curated a space where they feel free enough to do that. And the same goes for me too, I feel so loved whenever I’m up on the stage, and I have the fans to thank for that.”

“What a beautiful compliment,” Pete says, and Harry laughs into his phone. He kicks at your feet when you start to silently mock his laugh.

“I gotta ask, too, we saw a bunch of clips of your family coming to join you on tour. What’s that like? Looking out at this crowd of 20,000 people and seeing the people who raised you standing among them?”

“Hmm, good question, Pete,” Harry says, wagging his finger at his phone as if his voice wasn’t the only thing being recorded. “Obviously, I’m incredibly grateful that my family and those around me have always supported me in whatever it is I do. I’m not sure how to describe how seeing them in the audience makes me feel, that’s a hard one. Although, I will tell you I do get more nervous seeing them there—I’m quite clumsy on stage, so if I know my sister or Y-”

He starts to say your name, and then catches himself. “If I know my sister or mum are going to be at a show, I’ll be extra careful not to trip over my own feet. Otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it from them.”

That conjures a particularly fond memory in your head of an old One Direction show that you’d attended in Manchester. Harry had gotten too excited on stage, probably trying to show off in front of the massive group of old secondary school friends he’d invited to the show that night, and tripped over a microphone cord as a result. He was unable to catch himself before he went down, making a spectacular fall on stage that was looped endlessly on Vine and gif’d to death on Twitter. If you remember correctly, James Corden had also teased him for it on an episode of the Late Late Show. By the looks of it, Harry’s thinking about this moment too. You can tell by the way he glared at you when he said: I’ll never hear the end of it from them. That statement was pointed, directed towards you for certain. You’d teased him relentlessly after he fell at that One Direction gig, printing out tiny pictures of the fall and passing them out to all his relatives for them to keep in their wallets. You and Gemma still bring it up every birthday. He’ll probably never live it down.

“That’s hilarious. Listen, before I let you go, we have to know. Will we be hearing any new music from you soon?”

“You’re trying to get me to spill the inside scoop!” Harry jokes, “Maybe. I can’t promise a date, but I have been writing recently.”

“Have you, though?” You say out loud, forgetting momentarily that Harry was still on-air. You slap a hand over your mouth when you realize what you just did, Harry staring at you with wide eyes.

Pete, bless his heart, like the professional he is, moves on and does not acknowledge your voice at all. “Well, all the best with your writing. I think I can speak on behalf of everyone when I say we’re all eagerly waiting for your next album.”

“I appreciate that,” Harry says, recovering from your slip-up quickly, “Thanks for the chat. Hope we’ll get to speak again soon.”

“For sure, for sure. Talk to you soon, man.”

The line disconnects them, and you bury your face into your hands, groaning loudly. “Oh my God. I don’t know why I did that. I’m so sorry.”

“What?” Harry says, gently prying your hands away from your face, “Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. It was a simple mistake. I’m not mad. Plus, my phone might’ve not picked up on it. Pete didn’t say anything about it.”

“He was just being professional,” you sigh, thankful for Harry’s calm demeanor. “Ugh. At least it wasn’t on video. I can’t believe I slipped up like that.”

“It’s fine, really, Y/N. Come on, let me make you some toast,” Harry assures you, rubbing circles on your back. He gets up from your bed, walks over to your side and offers you a hand to help you up. A faraway thought tells you that best friends probably don’t do this: take work calls in each others’ beds and then get up for breakfast like everything is normal.

True to his word, Harry ends up making you breakfast. He presents it to you while you’re sitting on one of your kitchen stools, ruminating on your dumb mistake. It’s french toast, but he’s cut up slices of strawberry and arranged them into a smiley face because he knows you were upset about what happened on the radio. He knows you infuriatingly well.

A news article pops up on your Instagram feed the next day, the headline: Moved In Together? Female Voice In Harry Styles Interview, Fans Speculate It’s Camille Rowe. Because, right, you forgot Harry’d been dating that model recently. You swipe away from Instagram, closing the app, and look at Harry. He’s sitting at your dining table, mouth scrunched up as he taps a pen against his head, thinking of lyrics to write down in his notebook. It’s late afternoon, the sun’s coming in from every window in your apartment, light spilling all over everything in the room. It paints his lashes golden and brushes over his skin. A notification sounds from your phone, then: From People Magazine, it reads, It’s Getting Serious: We’re Convinced Harry Styles & Camille Rowe Are Living Together. You swallow, wondering if it’s right for you to feel sick at those articles. If it even makes sense for you to get angry at these tabloids for speculating about your best friend’s relationship. It feels like it should, when he’s sitting at your dining room table, laying his most vulnerable thoughts out onto notebook pages in front of you. When he comes home to you every evening, takes over your kitchen and leaves it messy after he’s made dinner.

When he’s the last person you say goodnight to before falling asleep.

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a/n: up to chapter three! hope you all have been enjoying so far. as always please please let me know what you think! i love hearing feedback!

might be a lil bit before chapter four, i have a busy week ahead but i promise it will be out ASAP!

taglist (message me to be added!): @daydreamingofmatilda @onceuponahuntersrealm @tenaciousperfectionunknown @grapejuice-rry @b-reads-things

#harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles reader insert #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles fanfiction rec #harry styles rec #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #anywhere with you

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lunagojo · 2 years

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Tengen Uzui General Romantic Headcanons

a/n: I always write Tengen with his wives included in the scenario, I feel like it's a major part of his character arc and story <3 Plus I love them all

warnings: some slight suggestive content?

Tengen is a serious man when it comes to his work, but we all know that he's just a big puppy dog outside of that

He doesn't fool around when it comes to matters of the heart

He loves all of his wives dearly and does his best for all of them, so when you come along and he falls for you, hard, he treats you the exact same way

Of course, though, before he proceeds any further, he consults his wives about the possibility of having another spouse in the family

(newsflash, they adore you, obviously)

If Tengen loves you, and sees you as being trustworthy and important, his wives do, too

if you're not a fighter, they do their best to keep you safe and/or teach you the very basics so they can at least have some peace of mind when they're gone

Tengen's favourite thing is coming home to all of you snuggling together, it makes his heart swell when he sees you all loving on each other

Though he also does spend time with each of you individually, giving you all the attention you need

Dates with Tengen are usually very flashy (lol). He loves to spoil you and pamper you, take you to fancy places, buy you expensive gifts (he's a lot like Sesshomaru in the sense that when he comes back from a long mission he brings you all brand new kimonos <3)

He loves to deck you out in jewelry to show everyone who you belong to

If you're a very cuddly person he will gladly let you snuggle up to him for as long as you want (Suma joins you two a lot)

I feel like Tengen doesn't exactly have a type, when it comes to his significant others. Take a look at his wives, and how different they are personality wise, all he cares about is peoples' character and if their hearts are in the right place

Also he doesn't give a damn about looks, in all honesty. He sees people for their character, their hearts, their flashiness

If you're a lady with a chest, he likes your boobs. A lot. Doesn't matter the size, shape, etc. He loves them. But he honestly loves all bodies, thick thighs, hip dips, soft jawlines, you name it.

If you're feeling low about yourself he will not stop until you understand how he sees you

"Y/N, it kills me that you have no idea how beautiful and flamboyant you are."

If you offer to help him paint his nails or do his eye makeup, he MELTS

It's so sweet of you to offer and he appreciates that you care

Honestly I bet he and his wives are just an amazing source of support for you, no matter what you may need

He gives like either the most sensual and teasing kisses or just big wet affectionate ones

Will insist upon you wearing his clothes during lazy days (it's the cutest shit to him)

He's a big tease in general, he makes a loooooott of dirty jokes, constantly flirts with you, just enjoys seeing you flustered and blushy

At the end of the day though he loves and admires everything about you, he and his lovely wives would do absolutely anything for you ;u;

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #tengen uzui x reader #uzui tengen x reader

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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Hi! could u do hcs for being tony starks daughter and peter basically being your adopted brother

a/n: hi hi! ty for the request, hope you like it :))

word count: 600+

summary: your dad asked you to do a favor for him and you are more than happy you accepted cause you got a bestie out of it.

warning: none other than this is not proof read

marvel - masterlist m.masterlist

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Over the summer with school out Peter had moved into the Avengers tower.

Your dad thought it would be a great idea for Pete to get more training in. And who better else to train him then (drum roll) you! *Trumpets play*

Tony thought it was a good idea for Peter to have some superhero friend that wasn't almost double.

But did Tony expect you and Peter to hit it off so well… he hoped you guys would get along but he wasn't expecting you guys to become 'besties' as you called it.

The two of you became tied to the hip. Basically spending every second together. Breakfast, training, bugging Tony any chance that you guys got.

"But what about the BMW i8 can we take that from a spin?" "Y/n for the last time you are not touching my vehicles." "But Mr. Stark, how can we learn to drive if we don't have any vehicle to drive?" "My god, Peter you can't learn to drive if there isn't an adult there to teach you." "Sam offered to teach us." "Yeah, teach you how to crash."

It became almost a daily thing seeing the three of you in the lab together. Tinkering on whatever on everything and anything.

Or just sitting in each other's company. Tony looked over some diagram while you sat on a counter, sharing a bag of chips with Peter.

Peter soon learned just how much Tony actually does spend in there. He only ever came out for some meals and when Pepper informed him of some sort of business meeting he had.

Eventually you expressed to Peter how it's always been like that. In his lab working on whatever he can. Taking his mind off of everything that there is to worry about in the world. Not really being there for you constantly.

He then made it his mission to coax Tony somehow out of there. He brought up the idea to you and of course you agreed.

First it was offering his favorite breakfast. He was always a sucker for pancakes. And to your surprise it worked. You alerted Friday to tell Tony that you made some. The minutes ticked by you and Peter sat at the counter. Plates of pancakes laid out in front of you.

Not even five minutes later your dad strolled through the kitchen, taking a seat and grabbing some syrup. You looked over to Peter subtly smiling to one another.

Slowly but surely the two of you got him to spend more time away from the lab. Offering a movie night with the rest of the Avengers and going to some car shows.

The more he was coaxed out the more he spent his own time outside of the lab. With Pepper as well as with you.

Training with Peter was going smoothly as well. Even Natasha was brought to help him with hand to hand combat. Steve joined now and then, 'just seeing what the kids got,' is what he said. And then continuing to almost pumble the poor kid.

Peter claimed it was fine cause in the end you beat his ass afterward.

He also grew closer with some of the other Avengers.

Wanda, you, and him had movies nights almost weekly.

Sam and Bucky joined you to play Monopoly a couple times.

Steve liked to listen to older music when it was a quite rainy day.

You were grateful that Peter was here. You were happy to train him. Watching his grow was the reward in the end. As well as you got a best friend out of it too.

And happy that he was here too for the fact that he got your dad to be with you more.

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likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

#marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #tom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x yn

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duskgraves · 2 years

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I headcannon that Angel hosts a minecraft server for the entirety of the Shaw pack.

David thinks it's stupid and rarely ever joins onto it. Basically having to be begged to join by both Asher and Angel. He only goes on to basically fight everything and anyone. And is good at pvp but surprisingly the only one who beats him at every fight is Babe. And no matter how hard he tries or how geared up he is, he always loses. One time he fought against them with full max netherite armor and all Babe had was a wooden sword. He lost badly and refused to join again for two months.

Christian is on it and thinks it's dumb as hell and constantly voices it to anyone who is listening. He has even complained about it in the chat of the game which has gotten him laughed at more then once. But he secretly does loves playing and enjoys building. He also loves the compliments whenever anyone else sees one of his builds. Especially the compliments from David on the rare occasion he has joined. He also is very protective of his animals and has made multiple threats to anyone who even looks at them. And when one of his animals gets killed, he declares war.

Asher on the other hand is on it at least twice daily. He likes to roleplay and tries to drag in whoever is online into his shenanigans but only few ever do join in. Mainly Angel, his mate, Sweetheart and rarely Milo. He has begged hands and knees to David but never has gotten him to participate. His roleplay goes off in different directions and only few are actually consistent. A lot of them are just them joking around and rarely is it ever serious because Asher breaks character far too much to be able to do so.

Milo only makes appearances whenever Sweetheart is on. He likes the technical stuff of the game. He will spend hours building pointless redstone machines for absolutely no reason. And when he tries to explain how one of his machines work anyone who is listening would just get even more confused then when they first saw it. Because he may be able to build it but he could not explain it to save his life. He also likes to give Sweetheart flowers whenever he sees them and they now have several double chests full of them.

Sweetheart isn't on it as often as some others but will join in a heartbeat if asked. They somehow managed to convince Angel to give them an operator of the server. (Meaning they can change someone's game mode, change the difficulty, and kick or ban someone). And they essentially declared themselves as a god and will make anyone's life a living hell. They typically mess with Milo and Angel the most.

Babe usually is on it whenever Angel is on. The two are essentially attached to the hip. If one of them are seen in game then the other is not too far behind. They LOVE to roleplay except theirs are more serious then Asher's and they will spend hours just working on the plot of whatever it is. And like said previously they are very good at pvp. They have no idea how they are but definitely love winning against David.

Angel is on it reliously. Like said previously the two are always together and Angel's typically the one who will drag them into their schemes. They will going around messing with people and have accidentally blew up some people's stuff in the past which caused several wars on the server. The greatest one was when Angel accidently killed Darlin's dog who in return went to kill Angel's cat but it ended up being Babe's cat. It went on for about a month before half of the server was destroyed. But when they aren't messing about they will be building. Angel loves to build and will spend hours to make them. David has to drag them to bed when they forget the time and it's in the a.m. already.

Darlin was invited and when they had no idea what the game was, they then got a three hour presentation of the entirety of the game by Angel. And they only join whenever they see Angel, Babe, Milo or Asher on and just use it as an opportunity to fuck with them. But they do have their own little house somewhere hidden in the woods where they will garden and live out their cottage core dream there.

Sam was surprisingly easy to convince to join. Darlin had asked casually, mainly as a joke, and when he said yes they were shocked (and quickly asked Angel if it was cool because they didn't think he would say yes). He isn't on it as often but definitely more then David. He lives with Darlin and will help maintain their garden and feed the animals. And in the main area Angel built a bat sanctuary for him that is filled to the brim with bats. Sweetheart would then repeatedly use commands to teleport him into it when they get the chance, saying that he needs to be with his own kind. Darlin then killed Swetheart's dog, named Milo, in retaliation and Sam was soon introduced into his first war.

#redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted angel #redacted babe #redacted david #redacted sweetheart #redacted sam #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted christian

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I’m sorry to bother you with this but I have a personal issue and I literally have nobody else to talk to about it.

My circle of friends is tight-knit like the 7 of us have been friends for 10 years but I have this friend that is in the group who I have been friends with for the past 18 years and I would have considered her my best friend let’s call her Jane. Lately I’ve been growing as a person - stated doing more things for myself - saying no - honestly just been feeling myself recently.

We went out recently, all of use went out because Jane came home from being across the country for Uni. While Jane has been gone I’ve gotten closer with another friend of mine to the point where we see each other every day. We’ll call her Alex.

So Alex and I meet Jane for lunch the day before we go out. Things are going great we’re catching up swapping stories. Then I notice Jane is cutting me off every time I try mention a day out me and Alex has had. Alex noticed too and she gives me this look that basically just says. W.T.F.

Don’t get me wrong it must be difficult for Jane to leave all us behind and go off to Uni on her own but - that was her choice so?

So the night out happens. I’m looking good. Eyebrows - twins. Eyeliner - winged. Boobs - on show and I’m feeling it, I’m flirting, dancing just having a great time. The night starts to wined down, we’re just sitting around a booth drinking when this guy who I have been talking on and off with comes up to me.

We chat, he goes in for the kiss and well it was steamy. I’m normally a reserved person in that area but the gin was making me want to sin.

So yada yada friends decide it’s time to go - I part ways with hot guy because they were my ride home and night ends. In my eyes it was a pretty perfect night.

Next morning. Alex comes to my house with a hangover cure like the god she is. We recollect on the night from before. I said it was nice to get chatting with Jane again. Alex gives me this look.

So Jane was apparently making snide remarks behind my back all night. Not just Alex is saying this. The others heard it too

“Who does she think she is? She’s not this confident it’s so fake. How has she kissed some tonight and I haven’t?” I was oblivious but it’s making me think back to when her and I were joined at the hip and I was constantly in her shadow.

She’s been back to Uni a month now. She’s messaged me back twice. All attempts at this friendship is completely one sided from my side.

It’s 18 years of life together, we met when we were 4. Practically lived at each others houses every weekend/holiday. I feel childish evening writing a message like this at 22 years old but everyone I know loves and adores Jane minus a few mishaps within the friend group.

Should I just quit trying with this friendship? It’s completely one sided and seemingly growing more toxic the longer we’re apart and the more I change

First of all, it’s good that your friend ‘Alex’ noticed, as it really reaffirms that you know this off feeling with the friendship is noticed by someone else not just you.

It might have been that ‘Jane’ was a good friend all those years ago, or perhaps she’s always been this way and you’ve only noticed yourself now that you’ve become more assertive and have started to reflect and grow into something that she feels threatened by.

Do you think she was always this way or do you think this is a new development?

If you find yourself wondering if you should cut someone off because you don’t feel they’re not good for you or your mental health, then that really is a sign that they are indeed not good for you and that you probably should cut them off.

A true friend wouldn’t feel the need to make snide remarks behind your back to your other friends, she honestly seems like she’s jealous of you, either jealous of your physical appearance or your confidence and maturity now that you’ve developed into something more positive mentally and emotionally. If a friend ever makes snide remarks behind your back they’re not a friend. There’s no excuse for it. Friends don’t do that.

Ask yourself, do you treat your friends that way? Do you make people feel uncomfortable with your presence? Do you have a weird threatening argumentative aura, do you purposefully talk over others, give people dirty looks, talk about people behind their backs in a judgemental snarky way? No? So why should you tolerate it being done to you?

Regardless of how long you’ve known her, we all change and some people unfortunately do not change for the better. It is sweet that you feel a sense of loyalty to her to make you want to stay being friends, but would she stick around for you if given the chance to drop you from her circle of friends? Probably not.

Alex seems like a genuinely good friend. I would confide in her as well and ask her her opinion — if she’s anything like, me she’ll tell you the exact same thing I have.

Ultimately the choice is yours, but don’t sacrifice your growth and mental and emotional well being for someone else, especially not for someone who would not do the same for you.

#𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓻 ╰✧#♡ — ❛❛ // anon #answered #advice #buckmepapi #k;

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mikumanogi-blog · 2 years

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2022-07-27 “Between Egg yolks and egg whites which do you like? There’s a correct answer to this question #Terepan blog” [ENG]

The correct answer: The one you like!

Ikeda’s answer: I like eating fried eggs with sauce on the eggwhites ^_-☆

…You didn’t know that (0/100 points)

My manger behind me just let out a shout saying ahhh.. This is my biggest failure!

I’m sorry you had to listen to that ^_-☆

I recommend putting sauce on fried eggs. Everyone what do you put on your eggs? Soy sauce? Sauce? Which do you prefer, egg yoks or egg whites? Ehehehe please let me know ^_-☆

Thank you for your hard work today, I’m Nogizaka46’s 5th generation and Fried eggs with sauce lover Ikeda Teresa, if you like please continue reading ^ ^

Well then today won’t be a national tour but a blog tour, LET’S GO!

I’m writing this blog white on the shinkansen to Hiroshima.

🏖

Midsummer National Tour

First stop was the Osaka Performance!

Over the course of two days, July 19-20, we held a concert in Osaka Jo Hall.

I’m so glad that I was able to meet so many fans. There were a lot of face that I haven’t seen in a while and a lot of new faces (≧∀≦)

A picture with Higuchi-san! I’ve always wanted to take a picture with her, hip hip hooray

When I made my first appearance on Nogizaka Under Construction on the 5th generation self (made by others) introduction I was paired up with Higuchi-san.

The staff told me the reason they paired me up with Higuchi-san is because ‘There’s no one better than Higuchi-san to introduce Ikeda’. Hmmmm why were the two of us paired together? Is something I thought about but when we started talking the mystery was made clear!

At that time I was super nervous and I didn’t know anything but when Higuchi-san was next to me I felt safe and secure.

On my previous blog I wrote that just by being next to Higuchi-san it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, she’s like an embodiment of the sun🔆

I feel lucky that I was paired up with her when I joined Nogizaka46.

Even on this tour, for my MC I didn’t know what to talk about so I asked Higuchi-san for her advice. On the second day of our Osaka performance it was the first time I’d ever talked in front of so many people… My heart was racing but I don’t know whether it was because of the songs we had just performed during the opening set or if it was because I was nervous. It was probably a mixture of both.

It was Higuchi-san’s advice that led me to talking about Takoyaki eheheh

When we performed our 5th generation song the clothes I wore were actually Higuchi-san’s hand-me-downs (☆֊☆)！

I’ve been constantly in her care since I joined Nogizaka46 and I’m so grateful and thankful to her!

When she announced that she would be graduating, I’ve been looking for the right time to tell her but I kept on chickening out and I wasn’t able to tell her. But we won’t be together forever so I need to pluck up the courage to tell her how thankful I am to her.

Everyone, please lend me your strength!

My Senior members of the 3rd generation!

Umezawa Minami-san and Kubo Shiori-san

These are two of the senior members that I respect (≧∀≦)

This time I had the courage to ask for a picture and they cheerfully accepted! I’m so happy!

In the group these two have a gentle broad-mindedness and when they stand in front of you they have the power and strength to bring you along with them. Watching them and learning from them makes me feel like I want to chase after them.

Since we 5th generation members joined we have learned a lot, of course as idols but also as what each person finds important is different, even some basic thing.

I think I started to understand how strong the bonds were in Nogizaka when I was watching them as a fan.

The other day when I was troubled and went to ask for advice, they helped me form a plan and said ‘it’s okay if you just do it like that’ along with some other really kind words. I’m so happy and thankful, in the future I want to be someone like that.

That’s why when I heard ‘we’re just giving the junior members the same treatment that we senior members received before’ I understood that the kindness of this group is carried with it generation by generation and I fell in love with this group even more!

It’ll be our time next time.

My goal over this summer is to absorb, even just a little bit, from my wonderful senior members so I can grow! Also I want to be able to properly express my feelings toward others.

Shyness? Introverted? I have a difficult personality to handle but it’s necessary.

Of course ‘others’ includes the fans as well ^ ^

My thankfulness and what I love I hoping to convey those feelings to as many people as possible on this tour 💪🏻 ̖́-

That’s right! I’ve already received some power for everyone and so first I will say ‘Thank you very much’

I received your congratulation flowers, I’m so happy!!! They had all kinds of cute pandas and ducks on it, it cheered me up 💪🏽( ¨̮ 💪🏽)

To everyone that came to watch me at the live concert the source of the power that I had at that time was from all of you.

To everyone that said that they will give Ikeda strength (it’s kind of like a machine in constant motion!?) Thank you very much.

The tour has only just started, there’s still five more cities that we are waiting for us (you’ll wait for us right…?)!!!

Hiroshima, Fukuoka, Hokkaido, Miyagi, Aichi and finally Jingu in Tokyo!

We’re on the way! Please wait for us

Pictures I took at the previous meet and greet

Peace with Aya and Io-chan ✌🏻

For the new fifth generation song “Band-aid Hagasu You na Wakarekata) Aya and me are in symmetrical positions.

During this time of being the youngest and oldest member I hope we you can an enjoy this mismatched symmetry!

It’s a very refreshing summer song

I won’t forget how blessed we are that we received such a wonderful song so much so that we’ll be sharing it with you!

You all want to hear it don’t you?

To you who wants to hear it! You can if you come to our national tour 2022 (≧∀≦)

Well then, off to Hiroshima!

(I was already on the way when this blog was updated last)

PS:

The Hiroshima performance is over, and I didn’t think I would have any time to update my blog but I thought why shouldn’t I. Once it finished there was a lot that I wanted to tell you all so I will tell it to you the best I can! ( •̀֊•́ )

Thank you for coming to the Hiroshima concert!

It was held for two days between the 23rd and 24th at Hiroshima Green Arena

It seems that it’s been around 7 years since the last time Nogizaka46 held a concert in Hiroshima. Even the 3rd and 4th generation members had never been here so I heard a lot of ‘I’m so happy that we could come here’

For the 5th generation members everything is a first for us, and so being able to share the moment of ‘our first time’ with the senior members really makes me happy ( ◜︎︎𖥦◝ ) ehehe

The time went by in a flash!

Probably because I ate so many delicious things

Deliciou-eda!

ʕ·͡·ʔ Deliciou-eda… delicious + Ikeda

I have nothing but delicious memories, Delic-oki Mao appears to be a subspecies

I heard the tour was going to be demonic but I never thought it would be a delicious power trip. This is a fried Momiji Manju (it’s apparently called a fried Momiji!) By the way, Ikeda is a smooth anko enjoyer, what kind are you?

I had Hassaku Daifuku, okomiyaki and cream bread, they were all so delicious, I feel like my whole body was able to enjoy Hiroshima.

While eating okonomiyaki, ‘Even Mao can flip okonomiyaki beautifully’ said Io-chan from Kobe in a competitive way, watching Io-chan doing things like that eating gourmet was delicious ehehe

One of the failures that I had in Osaka was that I lost to the supernatural powers of Takoyaki and I consumed a large amount of them…I will reflect upon this mistake I can’t afford to do it again.

I haven’t announced that I will be doing the zero calorie theory on this tour have I? (;▽;

No! All I have to do is burn it off during the live cocnerts

This summer is gonna be super heated up (🔥ο🔥)و

Well then, the first half of the Blog Summer Tour is over,

Everyone, did you enjoy it?

Let’s continue on this adventure! Bye bye

Yes, this is Merono-san’s counseling office!

Please tell me what is troubling you

· Recently at work I can’t think about anything but Teresa-pan, do you think this is a serious illness?

(Blog name: Tere Kumoneko which is read as Teresa-Panda)

· My Tereru disease…looks like it’s terminal but can you still assign me a medical prescription?

(Blog name: Merono-san Haken!)

Merono-san “I see, this isn’t good, it looks like a terminal disease. Let me prescribe you some medicine, when necessary please read #Terepan blog”

· Since the Osaka and Hiroshima performances are over the memories of the hand fans and sketch book of Teresa-pan are keeping me awake at night, what should I do?

(Blog name: Zero calorie summer tour)

Merono-san “do a Teresa-pan Vulshark! Try it for now until you find something better, but if you have penlights and towels you shouldn’t have any problems finding a new pose’

· Recently I can’t stop being in work mode, even when I’m going home from work and I pass by people on the street I can’t help but greet them, what should I do?

(Blog name: My nickname is bread but I like eating rice in the morning)

Merono-san “hmmm…. This is a difficult problem, does anyone have any good suggestions? In this corner I will answer any troubles or advice you have. Please register in the comments! I’ll be waiting”

This is the end of Merono-san’s advice corner

I’ll be waiting for your correspondences in regards to wanting more 💌

Go to sleep

22.07.26 #Terepan blog

https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/100494?ima=3118

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