SorrundedByMales

        You were at your house, scrolling through Tumb1r to see what had updated recently. Most of the blogs you were following had continued the events they started a while ago. You enjoyed reading what was going on through the pictures. You were artistic yourself, but not as good as you thought. Your mind would always tell you not to post anything, you only enjoyed following blogs for their art and stories.        So focused on your reading, you jumped the minute you heard a slam downstairs. Someone had barged through your door and was stomping through the house, up the stairs. You quickly grabbed the bat you kept close to your desk, went

Japan x Reader: Lemons  There was a frustrated sigh as something slapped onto the table causing a large black line to appear across a panel you where working on. Your head shot up about to yell until you saw Kiku's face, which looked so tired and slightly irritated already. Crumpling up the page you where working on you tossed it into the pile of crumpled up pages next to you and pulled out a new one as you measured out the boxes again only to be interrupted by a flop on the ground causing your small table to shake and your pencils to roll onto your work and tea sloshes onto your page. "KIKU!" You exclaim as you pick up your pencils and cr

*aimai kabutta kamen moshikashite ima made miseteta sore mo uso? aitai tarinai HAATO sashidashite ki ga tsukya DAIYA mo ubawarechatteru.* You didn't know why but she always wore one. It was rare for her to smile. NOT especially around you because the two of you were best friend; however the hell that happened. She always had her poke face on. She barely smiled. *honshou? honnou? hontou?* "Smile for me." You would tell her. These were the only times she did. She really only did when you told her to. She was very more...friendly around you. You had grown to like her in more then a friendly way but, you were both girls. How would th

Fem!Pregnant!FrancexMale!Reader-Request After an exhausting day and a wild blur of memories and laughs and tears from the ceremony followed by the reception, you were ready to go to bed—but your new wife, Francine, thought otherwise. It was your wedding night. That only meant one thing according to your newly wedded promiscuous wife. "No. Come on, Francine, I'm tired…" you yawned and began to unbutton your tuxedo and kick off your dress shoes. "Here. Let me help you," Francine offered and began to undo the cuff of your sleeves. "Thank you, Francine," you smiled kissing your wife on her wavy blonde hair that smelled of lilacs and