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monicahar · 2 months

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“my wife.”

how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?

characters; neuvillette, wriothesley

—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?

well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.

“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”

he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.

meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.

but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.

“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”

it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.

“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.

“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”

“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”

you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.

“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.

“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”

chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”

“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.

“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”

“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”

WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.

sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.

it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.

anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.

“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”

as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.

“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.

“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.

“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.

“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”

his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”

“wriothesley.”

he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”

there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!

“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”

you go rigid.

you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.

“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.

flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.

“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”

“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”

“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.

“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”

he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”

“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”

hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔

#har❗#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #neuvillette x reader #wriothesely x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons

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luminoustarlight · 7 months

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Leo Campo is a romantic. He’s a ladies man until he finds the one, but you better believe he treats every woman he’s ever hooked up with like they’re his world. He’s just an affectionate guy. Call it a symptom of being Italian. Pet-names roll off of his tongue smoothly, always punctuated with a little smirk.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” He’ll ask the unsuspecting girl at the bar.

The most frequent reply is “just your number,” which has definitely gotten old. He doesn’t actually give it out; he just takes them upstairs and gives them something better.

He’s a tender lover, always attentive to the needs of the woman he’s pleasuring. And the women are always satisfied.

Between the adoring nicknames and innate ability to make a woman cum three times before he cums himself, many girls begin hoping for something more than a one night stand. All of it offers them a false sense of the possibility of a relationship. Because how can a man be so sweet and not want something more?

Because Leo Campo is certain he’ll know the love of his life when he sees her. Maybe she walks into the bar, maybe he meets her while he’s coaching soccer.

Or, in your case, at your apartment where he’s delivering pizza.

If only you’d known how handsome the pizza delivery guy was going to be, you would’ve bothered to clean the smeared mascara from your eyes. You wouldn’t have answered the door with an oversized t shirt hanging off one of your shoulders, no bra to hold up your goods, and an old pair of sweatpants you’ve had since college.

“Oh my God,” slips out of your mouth. Your first instinct is to slam the door. Your tongue feels dry and your broken heart hasn’t forgotten how to hammer in your chest. Breakups happen every day. It’s okay that you look like a hot mess, minus the hot part.

You’ve ordered pizza from Vince’s dozens of times and that Jogi kid always delivers your pizza.

Who is this tall, dark-haired man with a smile that makes you think maybe you won’t feel miserable forever?

“How ya doin’?” He asks you, clearly not taking in any context clues as to how your night is going.

“Uh,” you begin unsurely. Are you really about to have a conversation with this guy in a pair of sweatpants with a guacamole stain on the right thigh? “I’ve been better. Hence the absolute atrocity standing before you.”

“Where?” He smiles without missing a beat. Because somewhere beneath your disheveled appearance, he sees a girl he desperately wants to get to know. Who broke your heart? And how does he mend it?

“I don’t suspect you have anyone to share this pizza with?”

“Not as of 8:16 this morning.” Yes, you know the exact minute you found your piece of shit ex-boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker.

“Well, as of,” Leo checks his watch, “7:24 this evening, now you do.”

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Aren’t you working?”

He shrugs. “It’s the end of my shift. Are you going to let me in?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Is this the beginning of a Dateline episode?”

This makes Leo chuckle. Of course you’re tentative. You’re an attractive, single woman who has no right trusting any man at all, let alone a random pizza delivery guy.

But there’s something about his smile that quells your anxiety. No ulterior motives, just genuine kindness.

“I can call my Ma, if you want,” Leo suggests half seriously. “You can talk to her and learn everything about me.”

Your bottom lip snags beneath your teeth as you open your door to let the handsome stranger in. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Leo.” He sets down your pizza on the coffee table. “Leo Campo.”

requests are open for leo and several other hayden characters!

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#leo campo x reader #leo campo x you #leo campo fanfiction #leo campo #little italy movie #leo campo one shot #leo campo smut #leo campo imagine #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x you

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aftgficrec · 6 months

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omg it’s finally open!!! so i’ve been looking for these two fics FOREVER, and i can’t find them anywhere :(

the first one was called “the way young lovers do” i think, and it was aaron and katelyn helping neil and andrew set up their new house, and it ended with neil and andrew dancing to the song in their yard. it was very cute and i can’t find it no matter where I look

and the second one was aaron meeting katelyns parents for the first time, and they are super conservative and hate aaron, so they invite neil and andrew to be there to take the heat off of aaron. i remember neil saying andrew bought him a cartier bracelet and he wanted the one in a different colour, and just being a brat in general?

also if you have any similar fics with the four of them bonding, i would love them!

thank you guys sooooo much for this blog! happy holidays <3

OK, so what we have for you is a collaboration where S instantly remembers every fic she’s ever read BY NAME, and A makes random connections you may or may not want.

The first fic you’re looking for is fluffy, fun, post-canon andreil: ‘We Sat on Our Own Star and Dreamed,’ by fuzzballsheltiepants. The author has locked this fic since its original publication, so you have to be logged in to AO3 to find it. If you’ve ever wondered why some works are locked, check out this article from techcrunch.com.

The second fic you mentioned is ‘the roads I traveled with you,’ which is part 9 of a delicious post-canon series by Ominous that digs deep into the relationships between andreil, andreil + aaron, the twins, and katelyn/aaron, and the stitched-together family they become. I just checked, and part one of this series has nearly 5,000 kudos! -A

also see

the latest roundup of this group bonding (and not!) is our Neil & Aaron: quests, situations, friendship & slash ask here

‘awkward Twinyard/ katelyn & Neil double date,’ and ‘wholesome twinyard hurt/comfort’ here

‘The societies we despise’ here

‘I'll Come Back To You’ here

We Sat on Our Own Star and Dreamed by fuzzballsheltiepants [Rated T, 3815 Words, Complete 2020, Locked]

Aaron & Katelyn have been too busy with their internships at the hospital to visit anyone, but Andrew and Neil just bought a house and they took a few days off to help them move. Fluff and introspection ensue.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

NB: if you love the relationship vibes in this fic, here are other asks where we suggested it:

more like ‘something in return’ here

new Katelyn/Aaron here

post canon long domestic andreil here

post canon andreil fluff + snark here

cute and happy andreil here

canon divergent low angst twinyards here

twinyards relationship focus here

progress comes in small steps series by Ominous [Rated T/E, Series, Complete, 2020], featured here and here

Before Andrew & Neil and Aaron & Katelyn, there was Andrew & Aaron. This series tracks the ups and downs of healing a relationship that was broken from the word go.

Part 9: the roads I traveled with you [Rated T, 35542 Words, Complete, AFTG Big Bang 2020] When his brother gets engaged, Aaron doesn't expect it to send his head spinning as much as it does. Marriage has always felt like a dream, or a nightmare, one he never thought either of them would be able to achieve. In that moment, Aaron remembers what he's always known, what keeps his head above water. He wants to be with Katelyn forever. That's never been a question. But marriage hadn't been brought up. For so long it was this abstract concept, a fantasy. He'd always reasoned with himself that it would happen, rationally of course it would, but now... Now Andrew has made the idea a reality, and Aaron has to confront his own wants for his future.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced addiction, tw: homophobia

NB: find art by @autumnalpalmetto here, and below are other asks where we’ve featured this series:

favourite new fics 2020 roundup here

domestic fluff w/twinyards bonding, Neil & Aaron friendship here

Katelyn & Neil friendship here

let’s focus on Katelyn here

Katelyn-centric hurt/comfort here

Andrew & Katelyn rapprochement here

Aaron & Neil rapprochement here

angsty aaron fics here

Aaron accepting andreil here

fluffiest long post canon college fics here

best post canon fics w/happy ending here

staff fave post canon andreil here

canon divergent low angst twinyards here

healthy sibling rivalry here

twinyards relationship focus here

Andrew & Aaron’s therapy sessions here

Andrew's pov of meeting Neil here

Neil's sophomore year and beyond here

romantic andreil/growing together here

andreil first time sex here and here

Andrew says no here

andreil getting married here

fics like 'only you' here

more like 'room 308' here

authors like willow_bird here

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elvensorceress · 11 months

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thank you, my loves. more Catching Lightning this week 😘⚡️

Thursday is Pepa’s day off and she suggests meeting at her house and having lunch and coffee with a friend of hers. Which is very obviously code for setting Eddie up on a blind date under her watchful supervision this time.

And he’s too tired to argue. He wants to find someone. He does. He’s trying to remember. That’s he whole point of letting her do this. He’s clearly not good at finding anyone or asking them out. Or at opening up his heart but that’s beside the point. He can’t pick someone who doesn’t look at him romantically. There has to be someone else who makes him feel something.

So, he dresses nicely, wears a subtle cologne that doesn’t make Chris wrinkle his nose and call him stinky, and he fixes his hair even though it doesn’t really cooperate the way he wants it to and the pomade he has is older, almost gone, and has been making his hair crunchy in a way that is not attractive. But usually if he looks nice enough, then people forget how bad he is at dating. Not that he likes the kind of people who are only into him for his looks. But he has to play to his strengths here and The Monologue and small talk are not one of them.

Pepa opens the door with far too eager twinkles in her eyes. “Good. Finally. Let’s get you inside.”

Eddie follows her to the dining room and there are two older women who are likely close to Pepa’s age, and a younger man who is maybe in his late 20s or early 30s. Eddie stops near the kitchen and glances around but there’s no evidence for any other people. No other pairs of shoes by the front door, only two other purses by the island that aren’t Pepa’s. Only one open place setting at the table next to the man.

Maybe he’s older than he looks? Maybe he’s attached to the woman sitting across from him? Maybe they’re a couple and maybe one of the women is actually younger than she looks? It’s hard to tell age sometimes so who knows what is going on?

When Eddie does nothing but stand near the kitchen, gaping and not moving, Pepa wraps a hand around his arm and pulls him to the side out of their line of sight.

“Tía,” he starts but maybe this isn’t a set up. Maybe it’s not a date at all. Maybe they’re here to give him really embarrassing advice or maybe she just wanted to show off her nephew or something? Although why she would want to do that when Eddie is nothing but a whole ass mess is beyond him. “I thought this was another blind date.”

She pats his arm and nods. “It is.”

Okay. O—Kay. Then— “And who am I supposed to be dating?”

She smiles and it’s more than a little devious but clearly pleased with herself. “His name is Antonio.”

Oh, is that all. His name is Antonio. His name. His.

Eddie’s non-living heart definitely has some anxiety to say about that.

Obviously Buck is a man and Eddie knows that and he is not homophobic or stupid — maybe he’s a little stupid because wow, does he feel stupid.

But feeling so much, too much for your best friend because they’re the person you’re closest to, the person you trust with your life, the person who picks you up and saves you when you need it, the person you love more than basically anything and everything… is different than the assumption that Eddie might like a random man.

Maybe Eddie is in love with one very specific man. But it’s not about Buck being a man. It’s not about Buck being some defining factor in Eddie’s sexuality because no thank you to that. It’s not about Buck specifically. It’s just that sexuality is complicated and gender is also very complicated and attraction is so subjective and weird and what does it even mean? Eddie doesn’t want to jump into bed with anyone. Who cares if someone is pretty or handsome or beautiful? It doesn’t make them a good person. It doesn’t make them a good parent or a good friend. Who the fuck cares what someone looks like? It says nothing about potential compatibility. Being in love with someone doesn’t have anything to do with being a good match either.

Where that leaves him now? Eddie has no fucking clue.

Pepa rests her hands on Eddie’s upper arms. “He is not expecting anything, Eddito. Do not worry.”

“He’s not— What is he expecting? Is this not a date? You wanted to set me up on a date, but— but you always have me meet women, and—” And Eddie doesn’t know where this came from.

Actually, he takes that back. He knows plenty where it might have come from because people have always made comments about him being soft and overdramatic and affectionate and well, queer. But it doesn’t mean anything. They don’t know what he thinks and feels.

They wouldn’t know. No one does.

“And you have turned down or ignored every single woman I have set you up with. Haven’t you?” Pepa gives him a stern but not overly serious look.

It wasn’t intentional or anything. Eddie just… he tried? He tried, okay. Feeling anything for a stranger is difficult. He tried to get to know a few of them more, but people are impatient and these things take time, and how is Eddie supposed to fall in love with anyone when he’s already in love with someone else?

“There are only so many single women in Los Angeles,” Pepa continues. “And I would like to have some friends still since you have been rejecting everyone I have suggested? No? Your friends, Karen and Linda, too? We’ve found you plenty of lovely, beautiful women. And your answer is always the same.”

Eddie sighs. “Tía, I—” What does he say? Can he look her in the eyes and tell her he is 100% uninterested in men? Because she will see through him in a heartbeat.

Is he interested in men? Is he interested in anyone? He loved Shannon but when other people described crushes and falling in love and wanting someone, it didn’t feel like that for Eddie. She was his best friend. It was comfortable. She was fun and free and magical. Shannon was special. And Buck is also special.

And nothing means anything and what does Eddie even do here?

“You do not have to do anything,” she insists. “Talk to him. He is here to talk and maybe get to know you because it is 2023 and we live in Los Angeles and there is no reason not to consider something unconventional. Yes? He is also,” she makes her eyes big and intense and leans in to tell him in an exaggerated, dramatic voice, “Very nice.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. And yeah. He probably deserves that one.

“And he is very handsome and a doctor, a pediatrician, so he is good with children, and he knows you are uncertain and unlucky in love—”

Oh, wonderful. That’s exactly what Eddie wants everyone to know. How bad he is at this.

“—and maybe you will surprise yourself.”

Or maybe this will be like everything else because Eddie is fucked up and trying too hard and it has to show to every single person he meets.

What if men might be more interesting to him? Or interesting at all? He’s never actually tried to date a man. How would he know if it works for him or not? It’s not as if the concept bothers him. He’s thought plenty about what it would be like to share his life with another man.

He’s dreamed of waking with Buck’s arms around him. He’s thought about what it would be like to kiss him gently until he smiles and pulls Eddie closer. Every time they do laundry together or cook together or do the dishes or take turns picking Chris up from school and helping him with his homework, Eddie wishes it could always be the three of them. When Eddie is lonely and aching to be touched with love and affection, he wonders how it would feel to have Buck’s hands on his body. He’s wondered what it would be like to make love with him.

But people have random sexual thoughts that don’t necessarily have anything to do with a person’s sexuality and it’s Buck and Eddie is absolutely in love with Buck.

And Buck has a girlfriend and that is a disaster and he doesn’t want Eddie that way anyway.

So.

“Okay,” Eddie says. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Surprise blooms over Pepa’s face for half a second, and then she’s back to smirking. She leads him into the dining room and introduces him to Antonio.

#that feel when you ace af and what even is attraction??? who knows????#demisexual Eddie my most beloved #wip wednesday #buddie wip #jenwyn wip #fic: catching lightning #if you see any typos no you didn't 🫠

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matchaxberries · 10 months

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Please may I have Tokyo Ghoul headcanons of Hide falling in love with a female Ghoul who happened to be Touka's and Ayato's oldest sister and her name is Hana Kirishima. Hana is generally a kind woman despite her serious demeanor but don't be fooled by the weak woman act..Hana is stronger than she looks as a ghoul. How would Hide feel about falling for a female Ghoul..who is very similar to Touka.

Hana was reluctant about the guy considering her identity as a ghoul and the last time that she fell in love with a human..she almost got killed by a CCG investigater.

Hide With a Ghoul Love Interest Headcanons

Hideyoshi x Ghoul!OC (Hana Kirishima)

Headcanons, Requested, SFW

Summary: Headcanons of Hideyoshi Nagachika with a ghoul!OC! love interest, who is siblings to Touka and Ayato Kirishima.

Warnings: The word hentai is mentioned, maybe OOC of Hide? Smallest mentions of children at the very end.

(A/N) Thank you for the Tokyo Ghoul request! This is going to be written pre RE: era. I don’t know too much about your OC, but I hope I do her justice. :3

Hide is pretty nice, he never turns down a friendship or a conversation with anyone. So Hana and him get along and talk in Anteiku often.

Hide didn’t know of her ghoul identity for a while, and never would of thought someone like her could be a ghoul.

He finds her sweet, and has a sense of wanting to protect her. Even if he isn’t all that strong himself.

He finds her ability to be serious very cute. He enjoys teasing her of it and likes to try and break her act.

He finds out that she’s siblings to Touka quite quickly, since she works in Anteiku she noticed her own sibling hanging out with Hide.

“I don’t see what you see in him Hana…” Touka will comment, making her sister a cup of coffee to enjoy.

“I don’t see anything in him… Don’t make assumptions like that.” Hana will comment back. Obviously just too stubborn to admit how he makes her feel.

Hide eventually suggests a double date with himself, Hana, Kaneki, and Touka. Everyone accepts that date, and Hana still isn’t wanting to admit her feelings for Hide.

Hide on the other hand…

Random really bad pick up lines. Jokes too, and so many hints Hana just doesn’t take.

Eventually Hide is tired of all his efforts being denied. He confronts her about it.

“Hana, why are you always rejecting me? What is it about me you don’t like?” He questions her.

You see he tried to go to Touka, but all Touka said was that it was complicated. Which he didn’t understand.

“It’s not that there’s something I don’t like, it’s that I’m something you shouldn’t like.” She replied back to him pretty harsh.

Hide seems dumbfounded, really confused to why that is.

Eventually, after a bit of back and forth, Hana will come out to him with her biggest secret. She’s a ghoul, and she explains her past with the CCG and humans.

Hide just stares at her for a bit, and cracks a joke. “Is that why you don’t like my cooking?” He gave her a warm smile.

Hana stays absolutely confused for a while, he isn’t yelling at her, isn’t running away? Why isn’t he scared?

Hana worries he’s going to go tell the CCG after this. So she begins to distance herself from him for a while, never acknowledging him and almost disappearing from his eyes completely for a few weeks.

No news ever comes of the CCG looking for her, no CCG officers end up coming to Anteiku, and her siblings haven’t heard any news either.

She eventually starts seeing Hide again. Asking him many questions to why he never told the CCG, why he wasn’t scared.

“Why would I tell on someone I love so much? How could I be scared if someone I’m so close to?” He says all with a cheery smile.

Hana just stares at him in the eyes, what does he mean how could he be scared??? Literally a flesh eating ghoul?

After a while, they begin to date. :3

Hide is surprised at how impressive her kagune is. Hana showed it to him after a while of his begs, and after quite an interesting encounter.

They were together walking at night in a bit of a secluded place, and someone came at them going on of how it’s their territory. Not for long though.

Hide is very glad she was there to help him, he would of gotten devoured.

After the (quick) fight was over, Hide just stares at it, at her eyes, everything.

“So can I touch it?”

Hana is like what? But let’s him, if he’s extremely careful and doesn’t touch the tips where it can be sharp.

He is very impressed at the texture, he’s confused too. “This is like a hentai.”

Hana gives him a glare, “if you want it to go through you keep talking.” She teases, maybe serious though.

He only chuckles, and they go home after a bit.

They have a pretty cute relationship, lots of random gifts from Hide, and lots of teases from Hana.

If Hana is working at Anteiku for a while too, Hide is bringing her flowers to work to embarrass her in-front of her sister.

Hide spends time with Hana at his own place, and they always play video games or Hide ends up playing them with Hana laying across his lap.

No new issues ever came of their relationship, the CCG never came for her, and Hide was never scared of her.

Hide thinks she’s pretty badass, and loves how soft she is for him compared to anyone else.

If she ever ends up hurt, he’s sending Hana’s sister after her. She doesn’t come home in like 30 minutes? Dialing Touka right now. Maybe even Ayato if it’s hours. Don’t ask how he got their numbers.

He knows they’re both ghoul’s too, since Hana is related to them. So he can trust them to protect Hana when he can’t.

He doesn’t find Hana’s diet gross, and he doesn’t gag when she has to eat. He even keeps wrapped up things for her in a separate mini fridge at his place. He just never wants to try it himself.

Overall very sweet. :3 Hide would never be afraid of his love, he loves Hana with everything. He just is a bit confused of how babies will work in the future…

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Character count: 4,827

(A/N 2) This took me forever I’m so sorry. 3: I didn’t know how to really write your character, but I hope I did well. This isn’t as good as I hoped it would be but I hope it’s still enjoyable to read. I’ve been having mega writers block so pushing out content is slow right nyeow. Hopefully I’ll get all my inbox done soon. :3

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princess-of-the-corner · 7 months

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Miraculous Winx

(Please note that I will never do anything with this concept, so if anyone wants to give it a go, feel free!)

So, once I started thinking about it, this shit wouldn’t leave me alone. Let’s start with some basics.

In Winx Club, we have the Dragon Flame … and not much else? Like, why do we only have the Flame, representing concepts and power, but no other similar forces? Well, Miraculous Winx does.

These guardian spirits are everywhere. Representing not just flame, but water, time, illusion, destruction. Some, like the Dragon Flame, are protectors of specific planets and peoples. Some are more isolated, hiding from the world. However, once each generation or so, these spirits will pick a chosen to wield their power, to protect it and others. Some are obvious about their chosen, others hide until they are forced to reveal themselves. A few spirits, like the Domino Dragon Flame, only choose their wielders from the ruling family. Others, like the Fox of Illusion, choose at random. They accompany their chosen in “kwami” form (small and cute) to assist and guide them. The upcoming year at the various schools of Magick is notable for having the most known chosen attending - and the most prominent not.

See, forty or fifty years ago, the ruling family of Creati (yes, it’s a dumb name, Winx names were not much better, I am open to suggestions) lost their ruling family. The king, queen, both children, and the loyal family retainer, were all killed by insurgent rebels. This left a grieving uncle, Su-Han the First, to take the throne. While the kingdom has recovered from this devastating loss, in the time since, their guardian spirit, the Ladybug of Creation, has not chosen another wielder, and there are whispers about Su-Han’s line …

Meanwhile, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is struggling with what she wants to do with her life. While her parents are accomplished bakers, her uncle a master chef, and while Marinette has only ever been supported by her family for her dream to be a fashion designer, she feels like something is missing. Like there’s more out there for her, if she can just find it. When going to visit her grandfather, Fu Cheng, one of the only people she feels understands her sometimes, she encounters a strange kid with … magic powers!? Fighting butterfly monsters!? And she somehow BLASTS THEM WITH ENERGY!?!?!?

Life is about to get far more confusing, interesting, and … Miraculous.

So, some rough Ideas (Again, keep in mind, I will never do anything with this, so if anyone wants to play around with any part of this idea, change shit, or whatever, go ahead):

So, Marinette isn’t a lost Royal - Sabine and her brother Wang are. Fu was their family retainer, and managed to escape with them the night their family was attacked. Fu was pretty sure that whoever attacked the family would track them down, and decided to hide on Earth, which as far as the Magic community is aware, hasn’t been magic for several centuries.

Fu has suspicions that Su-Han (technically his brother by circumstance) was behind the insurgents, in an attempt to steal the throne. He’s … half-right? Like, it was not Su-Han’s idea to try and assassinate anyone, but he was not above taking advantage of the situation after all was said and done.

While Earth’s magic has been “gone” for quite some time, Tom Dupain is Descended from one of Earth’s most prominent magical families.

Creati’s current rulers are Su-Han’s son, Zhao Yuen, and his wife Elizabeth. Their daughter, and heir to the throne, is Bridgette. While she is not chosen by Tikki, Ladybug of Creation, she is quite beloved by the people.

Sabine and Wang were, respectively, six months and three years old - combined with the trauma of watching your parents murdered in front of you, they don’t remember anything of where they came from. They are under the impression that their parents died in an accident (Fu is always vague because he hates lying to them) and that Fu is their uncle/godfather/close family friend.

The one actually in charge of the insurgent force that killed the ruling family of Creati was … well, if you want to get technical, Gabriel and Emilie Agreste. A related the queen of Creati’s sister planet, Destruk, Gabriel and Emilie are notable for being the chosen of Nooro, Butterfly of Metamorphosis, and Duusuu, Bird of Emotion. However, in recent years, both have fallen out of the limelight, and no one was really sure what happened to them. It’s only recently that the spotlight swung back on them when Plagg, Shadow Cat of Destruction, chose their son, Adrien, as his wielder, rather than Adrien’s cousin Felix, the next in line for Destruk’s throne.

It should be noted that, for all they are “sister” planets, Creati and Destruk’s ruling families have gone out of their way to avoid their families “merging”. There is an old legend that if the holders of Creation and Destruction “unite”, they could bring “miracles both wonderful and devastating”.

Many of the current “Guardians” attending Alfea/Cloud Tower/Red Fountain are of the “randomly selected/best fit” variety, rather than “chosen from royalty”. The main exceptions are Domino Princess Kagami, who is chosen by the Longg the Dragon Flame; Lady Chloe, niece of Amberix’s Queen, chosen by Pollen, the Subjugating Stinger; and Prince Adrien, cousin to Destruk’s heir, chosen by Plagg, The Shadow Cat.

Alya, the current chosen of Trixx, Fox of Illusion, is doing everything in her power to hide that she is chosen. That’s because people from her home planet, Miraj, face a lot of stigma from other peoples for being natural illusionists - lots of people assume that they are all natural liars and deceivers. Alya, wanting to be a news reporter, feels that no one would trust her as a news source if they knew she’d been chosen by Trixx. Helping her with her deception is her childhood “friend” Lila Rossi, who revels in the attention being “chosen” gets her, (and might be scheming to become chosen for real …)

Luka and Juleka live in a port town on Melody, in the Harmonic Nebulae. While Luka is pure Melodian, Juleka’s dad was from the planet Umbra, which has caused her to develop several traits that can cause problems for her. She has attended a support group for kids with clashing heritiages, which is where she met Rose, the daughter of a Linphea flower merchant, and a Destruk funerary director.

Chloe is the daughter of a prominent Eraklyon noble, and might have even been next in line for the throne if she played her cards right … until her powers finished properly manifesting, and it became SUPER OBVIOUS that Chloe isn’t exactly, uh, related to the royal family like everyone thought. While before she sneered at the thought of attending Alfea with so many “peasants”, now she can’t wait to attend, so she can get away from the messy divorce that is causing a massive scandal all over Eraklyon.

Chloe’s bio-dad is from a race of insect-bee-wasp-like humanoids from the planet “Amber 6”/“Amberix” (Please note this is the closest translation for the Amberix local dialect). While for the most part she passes as pure Eraklyon, once her fairy form finished settling, it became very obvious she had Amberix heritage. Unbeknownst to Chloe, her bio-dad is sibling to the current matriarch of Amberix, making her actually much closer to royalty than she was before.

Fu used to be chosen of Wayzz, the Impenetrable Shell, but he used a powerful spell to escape Creati, which caused him and Wayzz to be separated. the resulting power surge was so exhausting that Wayzz fell into a dormant state to recover, and stayed that way until he was discovered by someone with potential to become his next chosen.

Nino is vaguely embarrassed about his status as Wayzz chosen, because most of his friends have really cool stories about dream visions and quests to meet their spirits. Wayzz, however, was so dormant that he couldn’t do any of that stuff. Nino meeting Wayzz was a straight up accident. He was on a field trip to the castle, got kind of lost, found a piece neat of jewelry stuck in a crack, picked it up with the intention of giving it to the tour guide, forgot about it, made it all the way home before remembering, and put the bracelet on just cause, which woke up Wayzz. Nino proceeded to freak out, throw things at Wayzz until his parents showed up, and had to be talked out of running back to the palace to give the bracelet back. While Wayzz stands by his decision to keep Nino as his chosen, Nino is fully aware that him finding Wayzz was total coincidence.

Faragonda is still the principal of Alfea. Damocles is the Vice-Principal.

The Miraculous Cast Race Chart (subject to change if anyone has any other ideas

Marinette Dupain-Cheng - Creati-Earth/ magic specializes in creation, usually in “giving life” to creations

Adrien Agreste - Almost pure Destruk native, with 1/8 Solaris on his mother’s side (A previous ruler marries a Solaris royal)

Felix Graham de Vanilly - Almost pure Destruk native, with 1/8 Solaris on his mother’s side (A previous ruler married a Solaris royal)

Bridgette Yuen - Creati

Alya Cesaire - Miraj/ race of people with natural illusionist and camouflage abilities. some are also born with an innate ability to if they are being lied too, but this is so rare that not much is known about it, and those who have it often don’t recognize it.

Nino Lahiffe - Creati-Melody

Alix Kubdel - ????

Chloe Bourgeois - Eraklyon-Amberix

Luka Couffaine - Melody

Juleka Couffaine - Melody-Umbra

Max Kanté - Zenith (Tecna’s planet)

Kagami Tsurugi - Domino, current heir

Lê Chién Kim - Eraklyon (He’s part of the four percent of the population that is basically indestructible, hence his penchant for wild, dangerous dares)

Zoé Lee - Eraklyon-Aves/planet of bird-like people

Myléne Haprèle - ????

Rose Lavillant - Linphea-Destruk

Sabrina Raincomprix - Eraklyon-Lupual/planet of beings with dog/wolf like traits

Marc Anciel - Aves

Nathaniel Kurtzberg - ????

Ivan Bruel - ????

Fei Wu - Domino

Su-Han Yuen - Creati

Sabine Cheng - Creati

Tom Dupain - Earth

Wang Fu Cheng - Creati

Lila Rossi - Miraj

Wang Cheng - Creati

Gina Dupain - Earth

Rolland Dupain - Earth

Emilie Agreste - See Adrien

Amelie Graham de Vanily - See Felix

Colt Fathom - Destruk (deceased; killed for “treason” against the queen and heir)

Gabriel Agreste - Destruk-????

Andre Bourgeois - Eraklyon

Audrey Bourgeois - Eraklyon

Jagged Stone - Melody

Roger Raincomprix - Lupual

Damocles - Aves

(Again, I will never do anything with this, so feel free to sandbox around with it if you want!)

Oh that is a LOT and I may be using some of the ideas let’s fuckin roll!

#submission

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year

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Hi Steph.

Hope this finds you well.

I have a question....again.

Do you know any fanfiction where John's letter to Sherlock in The six Thatchers is a topic?

I would love to read something related to this because I think we can't have enough Headcanon about it:)

I wish you all the very best and sending a special hug.

Sabrina ❤️

Hey Lovely!

AHH thanks for the hugs!! I've actually had similar asks on rotation for a few months now regarding John's note, and the only thing that I see was suggested (and I now remember) is this fic that has the note in it:

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) –Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

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Let's see again if we can get some other fics! I too would like to read about it!

Anyone able to offer us some stories??

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #john's note #t6t fics

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margridarnauds · 1 year

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What would you recommend to an aspiring Celticist for a tattoo? My sister wants to get matching Celtic tattoos, and while I’ve started to study Celtic mythology, I’m definitely no expert lol. I know a lot of symbols you’d find on the internet are bullshit, and a lot of the real ones have a ton of baggage associated with them (literally the first thing I told my sis when she brought this up was that we had to be careful & do our research when picking these out bcs the nazis looove that shit). But what would you recommend? Is there anything we should definitely steer clear of? Thanks!!

I'm going to either be really helpful or really non-helpful: A lot of this will depend on you and your sister.

Like, for me, when I've thought of Celtic-inspired tattoos, they're always things that are very personal to me. Like, for example, Bres' name in Ogham on my wrist, since it's always been him and me surviving this together, the Children of Lir, because that's a personal good luck symbol (yes, the most notoriously UNLUCKY story in the Mythological Cycle -- I have a Children of Lir necklace that I wore when I was giving my Capstone Presentation in my undergrad, and I've worn it to every talk I've ever given, even to my interview with my current program), an image of an owl (for Blodeuedd) or something like the Pictish Beast, since I love marine animals and waterhorses in the folkloric tradition. So, I'd look at what appeals to you and your sister, your relationship, shared interests, etc.

There's only one Celtic image that's formally been designated as being a potential white supremacist symbol by the anti-defamation league, and that is the Celtic Cross.

This is the image that most white supremacists will use, you'll notice that it has very short ends.

This is the more traditional Celtic cross -- you'll see these in just about every single tourist shop in Ireland, as well as in cemeteries. I'd be lying if I said that I don't still feel a bit of a jolt whenever I see the regular one in a tattoo; it shouldn't, because it's an image that is emblematic of Irishness and Irish heritage. And I don't feel that way about, say, a necklace, but a tattoo is much more different to me. It's permanent, it's...intimate. So I would suggest staying away from either version, even though the one at the bottom is NOT the one that has been appropriated by white supremacists.

I also tend to be distrustful of people who have like....mixed Celtic and Nordic symbols. Like, the Vikings did settle in Ireland, some Irish words are based in Norse terms, Cork, Dublin, and Waterford are Viking cities originally, there are a lot of folktales in common between Ireland and Norway, there are historic links there. That being said, anyone who treats them as being interchangeable (the term "Nordic-Celtic" makes me shudder whenever I see it in an organization's name and, no, I do not give a single fuck if you say that you aren't THAT kind of Nordic Celtic) raises my fight or flight response. Like, they're both part of this implicit idea of White Warrior Male Culture. But that's not a problem unless you're getting multiple tattoos. (Tbh, if I see a random Celtic knot on someone...I might think 'white supremacist' or I might think 'Irish American', it depends on everything else.)

...also a Celtic knot world tree symbol. Not because they're white supremacist, but because it isn't really based strongly in the Irish tradition.

Quite a few people in the field will get ogham tattoos, especially in Modern or Old Irish, possibly using a word or phrase that's important to them. One friend of mine has one that is a phrase that is related to their health problems and reflects their fortitude. You might get an image based on a particular story (I might actually choose the Children of Lir, just because, everything else about it aside...it does contain a really strong sibling relationship.)

Basically: Why do you want a Celtic-inspired tattoo (from any of the various Celtic cultures?) What are you interested in? What speaks to you as people?

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broken-dollhouse · 8 months

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⚖About!⚖

Welcome to the broken dollhouse!

We are a traumagenic C-DiD system, this account is very personal for us and will primarily involve random rambling, templates we create and similar! We may not always post and instead simply like/reblog stuff, this can depend on fronters along side our energy that day. We may primarily go by Juni/Aerlyn however there are cases where we use different names depending on our respective sub-systems! If you can't find a tag or aren't sure, please just default to Juni/Aerlyn and They/it/he/she!

If you're at all curious about a tag you see you can check our tags post!

We do ask you read our Carrd for a full list of boundaries we have! This may also offer a little more of an idea what our DNI/BYF looks like as it's not very strict/long at all.

We will firmly request endogenics/non-traumagenic systems and their supports do not interact and if anyone who fits into this category does, we will simply block you as we have no interest in engaging.

Aesthetically we love stuff like gloomy coquette + medicalcore so if anything like that unsettles you, I do suggest you not go any further on our page!

HOWEVER if we feel something has a general enough warning that can be blocked/censored we will always include that TW and will ALWAYS censor imagery involving blood and similar.

Thank you for reading!!

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faisty · 10 months

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tagged by beloved mutual @probablyahazard to do 15 questions, 15 mutuals - thank you!! <333

Were you named after anyone? kind of yes on three counts? my birth name was chosen by my mum because it was the name of one of her school teacher's daughters and she really liked it. my irl preferred name is shared with a book character although i didn't choose it because of them. and my online name is the name my best friend has called me exclusively for years and is fairly obviously after spn castiel

When was the last time cried? yesterday lmao i am very quick to cry for any emotion - i literally have 'cry baby' tattooed on me

Do you have kids? not yet but i do plan on it

Do you use sarcasm a lot? aha yes, but less than when i was younger - i feel like i've got a better grasp of when it's appropriate now

What’s the first thing you notice about people? probably the way they're dressed? and by proxy if they have a particular vibe to the way they dress that might suggest i would or wouldn't get along with them? obvs that is super reductive but i'm literally just talking first impressions here. also if i'm attracted to them lmao.

What’s your eye colour? blue

Any special talents? uhhh i sing pretty well?? i also have a habit of memorising random facts - the kind of things that people are like 'why do you know that' to which the answer is invariably 'i honestly don't know'

Scary movies or happy endings? if i had to choose one i'd say happy endings? i absolutely hated scary movies through my childhood and could only cope with very mild horror as a teen, but i'm kind of entering my horror phase now, so idk

Where were you born? the UK

What are your hobbies? reading, gaming, writing, aerial hoop (although i recently moved so need to find a new place to do it), walking/hiking, and i would say mech keyboards but i only have one that i fuck around with modding because money so idk if that counts

Do you have any pets? i technically have two cats but because of life events they now live with my best friend - we're co-parenting them

What sports do you play/have played? does aerial hoop count? i played squash for my uni (extremely badly) for like one term until i had a big falling out with everyone on the team. i did gymnastics for a bit as a kid - something i'd really like to try again actually.

How tall are you? 155cm so v short, although 90% of the time i'm wearing platform boots so people think i'm taller

Favourite subject in school? when i was little i used to say everything lmao, but later probably english? i did end up doing a degree in it after all. at sixth form though, probably philosophy

Dream job? what i'm currently training to do

15 mutuals - honestly i'm wildly anxious about being a bother to anyone on this silly little website so i'm not going to tag anyone but if any mutuals fancy it, consider yourself tagged <3

#my wild anxiety about being a bother is also why i never talk to anyone on here but i fucking love interacting with the ppl in my phone #so thank you for tagging me hazard you're lovely <333 #cas speaks

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devandahlcourte-work-in-progress · 2 years

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Section 17. 2 chapters, ending with chapter 69

I am reposting these first eighty-two chapters (in 22 sections) plus the prologue and the preface.

These posts will be the updated versions from my DeviantArt account, and since Tumblr may not display all the text correctly (it destroys anything I had in italics or underlined) I would still recommend reading everything there, on DeviantArt. They will also include internal links that navigate between the chapters on DeviantArt and will take the reader off Tumblr if clicked.

This came about because I noticed search engines were finding random sections of my book and displaying them along with some other people’s blog posts.

Okay, so that’s why I installed those internal links in each one… so that if anyone gets to a random section by way of a search engine and would like to read the story from the beginning, they can.

Only then did I realize that it wasn’t getting it’s search results from DeviantArt, but from old Tumblr.

There’s another problem at work here besides unrefined searches…

There is a new species of virus on the internet that likes to eat ancient Tumblr posts and barf them back up infested with adware - spyware - malware etc. The virus goes by names like TumGIR, TumBIG, TumPIK, or Tum(anything else but ‘blr’). The caps were added by me for emphasis so that maybe you can double check in case you’re not looking at an actual Tumblr post right now but one of these so-called “mirror” sites.

If you’re looking at this text through one of the counterfeit Tumblrs that I mentioned, then no link you click (assuming it even copies it with my links intact) will take you out; it will redirect you and show you all of the spam ads it wants to. So read carefully what url is showing on your browser right now.

If it is one of the untrustworthy ones I would suggest closing your browser window and doing whatever else you normally would in order to reset settings.

As far as my science fiction novel entitled “If And Only If,” the safest way to find it is by going to my Instagram:

@michelle.de.vandahlcourte

From there you can click on the link in my bio. It will take you to the beginning of the story on DeviantArt… the safe one! No malware.

P.S. None of this is Tumblr’s fault! It’s the malware/adware/spyware developers who are stealing people’s tumblr posts.

The actual content of this page appears below here👇

Section 17. 2 chapters, ending with chapter 69

↩️return to previous section, section 16

↩️↩️…and if you arrived here because of a search engine and you would like to read this story from the beginning, click here.

Weird Shapes and Mr. Cheapsuit

– about one and a half days in the future –

To them, Mr. Cheapsuit was just another blob of quarks and leptons. His thoughts and actions made no more or less sense than any of the other blobs. The ability to read the “minds” of these things was useless to them. They weren’t the slightest bit alarmed by his fantasies or his attempts to act them out. Their only concern was that something he was contemplating might create a slightly different universe where things didn’t quite go their way.

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They were still soft when time was frozen.

Pliable.

Squeezable.

She had decided to wear a dress for today.

The other night’s business-y looking outfit at La Movida was a skirt and blouse with a blazer over it. That night, my hand slid down into her buttcrack through the back of the waistband of her skirt. And down the panties too. No buttcrack hair. Good. A lot of these Mexican ones were furry. Maybe she waxes there? Hahahaha! I hope it hurts when the bitch does! I went back and forth between giving each buttcheek some good firm squeezes. Yeah, soft and squeezy. Squishable, like I said. Then fucking Eileen had interrupted me! If I’d had the chance to finish, I could have gotten my middle finger up her butthole.

Hahahahaha! When time unfroze she’d probably have a weird pain in her ass then. If I went down the front and fingered her cunt… Hey! That rhymes. Cool. Hahahaha! Butt seriously, if I stuck the same finger up her cunt as I had in her asshole, would the rules about infection still apply? With time frozen did germs stop working the same way? If they did then she’d just have a double uncomfortable pain: one in the pussy and one in the asshole. Butt an added bonus to fuck with a spoiled rich bitch: if I could get her infected with shit germs up her cunt.

Then maybe she’d have to go to her pussy-doctor and be in one of those chairs with her legs up and spread. Feet in… stirrups I think they called them. And then hopefully whatever the doctor would do to her would hurt. I thought about going, of course. Being there to see her in the chair. And rigging the room for video for the parts when I didn’t have time frozen. Wouldn’t it be fucking hilarious if the doc told her she had butthole germs in the pussy?! Yes!! You filthy fucking slut! You let a guy fuck you in the ass and then he flipped you around cause he was ready to use your front cumhole, the doc would tell her. And then how pathetic she would sound trying to deny it!

Yeah, whore. At least offer to clean your shit off his dick with your top cumhole first. Give it a nice tongue bath and eat some shit while your at it, then it’ll be nice and clean for when he sticks it up your cunt.

Hey! What about that for a sculpture? That pose. Her in a pussy doctor’s chair all ready to have her filthy trout-smelling cunt examined. That would be a cool pose to use for her statue. If only Eileen hadn’t fucked everything up that night I might have already gotten her into my collection.

This studio gig was a blessing to me! No Eileen whatsoever on the set or anywhere in the building. Yes, like I said, it was a dress this time. So I’d lifted it up and then gone down the back of Mexi-cunt’s panties. Then I saw her little kit on the table in front of her. Safety pins? Yeah, just one big one would do. I pinned the bottom back portion of the dress to the upper back part between the shoulder blades. So with dress out of the way, I decided to pull the panties down. Why do some bitches go for this boring shit? Regular dull cloth briefs. In some shade of pink or purple I guess. But no satiny material. I find them much more arousing when they wear bikini cut or thongs with frilly and shimmering material.

She had been standing up and bending forward slightly to read something right before I froze time so her ass was on display nicely. “Panties” down. Well, if I could even call them that. More like fruity-colored mens underwear. But out of the way now. I took my time and spanked my prize for awhile because I could. Not hard enough to hurt. Right now I just wanted enough impact on each smack that it would send ripples through her ass-flesh.

No interruptions this time as I squoze each buttcheek over and over. I also let my other hand help itself to the tits. I got it into a bra cup and found the first nipple, not very hard at the moment, and smushed it around between my fingers. Squeeze hard enough to bruise them? So she’ll feel some intense nipple pain and have some visible bruising there to accompany her butthole pain and the pain she’s gunna have in her front cumhole? Maybe, I thought, as I toyed with the other one.

Then a couple of thoughts entered my mind. One: these so-called “panties” are killing the moment for me.

And two: I might actually want to use this one for the pussy exam chair sculpture idea that I’d thought of. Like, now. I could almost take her now except for two people who were faced in the right direction and would be witnesses to her disappearance.

Most of the time there were about five people or so, just milling about on their routine business. Right now it was close to a lull. So, un-freeze time? Then? If these two could wrap up their urgent conversation and scram, I could re-freeze time, tie her up right, move her into storage in the phantom-space, and go back to pose her and then dunk her at my leisure. Just one thing was still irritating me: those damned underwear.

This one had done an excellent job with body hair removal. Legs and armpits were silky smooth. It really pisses me off when women don’t do their hair removal right for me.

In one of my more brilliant moments it came to me! Walk around the time-frozen world here, find some bitch that’s roughly the same size, undress her and see if she’s wearing sexy panties… and then if she is, just take them off and put them on Mexi-cunt here. I could swap them out or just throw the ugly ones away. Either way I get Castadiva wearing something that looks good to me underneath for when I have her later. And either way some other lucky bitch will get a weird surprise later when she finds that she’s either commando, or is wearing some goofy new underwear that she’d know she had not put on.

I found a candidate of the right size just around a corner. Time had frozen her in the process of sitting down; ass poised about 8 inches above a chair. I could tell from the flexing of her forearm muscles and her hand positions that she was pulling the chair in and not pushing it out to stand up. It made no difference to me, as I undressed her mannequin frozen form. SHIT! More of these same goddamned un-feminine underwear! She and the Mexican bitch looked like they’d went shopping together and bought a package of the fucking things and then opened them up and each wore one.

Then my countdown timer went off. Fuck!!! I still had minutes before my time freeze session would end and I had to get back into position. But there was just no longer enough time to go around taking a panty survey of all these sluts to find one who was wearing something that pleased me. I felt like punching this bitch in the face! Hard! Break the nose or break the jaw; maybe knock a few teeth out. Or something. Just for fucking up my plans, that’s what she deserved. But no. Too many unexplained violent episodes would draw attention to the place and possibly make it harder for me to get things done the way I wanted.

But I had time for at least some type of revenge against this unknown cunt for wearing underwear that I didn’t like. I went back to my first word after I found she was also wearing ugly underwear: Shit!

What if I went to the bathrooms, put on gloves of course, found somebody who had just taken a dump but hadn’t flushed yet, and brought back their preferably mushy pile of shit. Then I don’t just re-dress bland underwear bitch number two here, but I also put a fresh smushy pile of someone else’s steaming shit in her asscrack?! Then gloves off. Then put her shorts back on her. Then get back to my pose for when time un-freezes. When she un-freezes and her ass plops the rest of the way down into the molded plastic chair? Hahahahahaha!! She’ll be in for a nasty surprise. And, everyone will think she shit herself as she tries to make it to the restroom.

I looked at my timer. Unfortunate! No shit. Literally. There wouldn’t be any possibility of implementing my shitty plan right here and now. Maybe some other time when I found some other bitchtard who also deserved it. But it just wasn’t feasible at the moment. I might run around to every bathroom there is in this studio and still not find shit. Meanwhile my mind is still made up: I want Castadiva for my collection. One little ray of hope appeared to me as I walked back to the snack table area to re-acquire my position before the time-unfreezing and take the safety pin off of Castadiva’s dress in the back. Donuts. The kind with no holes that are filled with cream or jelly? I’m sure they have some. Well, the closest I could get was some kind of a chocolate cream-filled thing, like an eclair maybe. I think that’s what they’re called.

The long tube shape fit better in her anyway. Once I got the boring underwear back in place on her ass, the eclair was a perfect fit. Not entirely in her buttcrack but with a lot of it resting on her taint. With the open end, where the cream hole was, pointing forward. So… when time un-froze and her ass plopped down those last 8 inches or so into the rounded seat of that molded plastic? The pressure should hopefully spew that chocolate cream out and onto her pussy. Hahahahaha!

Okay I know it’s not nearly as disgusting as a pile of someone else’s shit would’ve been – and a total stranger’s at that! But it’s definitely gonna get her attention when she feels it, make it necessary for her to get up and go to the bathroom and see what the fuck, and with any luck the brown chocolate will soak through her clothes enough to still make it look like she shit herself! A similar type of humiliation, only without the smell. And I’m sure her reaction would priceless to watch when she finally gets in the stall and wonders how in the hell all this mess got all over her down there. Too bad I couldn’t be present when she made her shocked discovery and yell “be more careful where your snatch goes, whore!” Hahahahahaha!!

Finally back in position, with at least two minutes to spare. I waited for what seemed like forever and wondered why it had to be this way: the timing conditions. You guys could freeze time, but then you couldn’t make it last so people like us could get things done in the frozen world for more than maybe an hour at a time?? And then you could just freeze it right back again as soon as we wanted once we returned to “normal” time.

Which reminded me. Those two possible witnesses. I had my device out for contacting the E.D.I.s as Eileen called them. Extra-Dimensional Intelligences. Okay whatever you wanted to call them, I had the thing in hand ready to send a request for another time-freezing once these two finally finished their conversation and left the area. The moment right when Mexi-cunt was completely alone and out of everyone’s view except mine… that’s when I’d tap the request. They were always instantaneous about it.

Then I could make my move. She’d be all mine and she’d never be seen again by anyone but me. And she’d never do anything again in her life except serve me as my fuck-doll. The newest in my collection. Less than 10 seconds. I also remembered to be listening for boring underwear whore number two. A disgusted crying out? An icky squeal? It would be fun to hear the noise she made when she realized there was something gooey smeared all over her asscrack and cunt. But still watch those witnesses who can see Castadiva… my finger is poised right over the button for – –

FUCK!!!!!

FUCK!!! FUCK!!!

FUCK! FUCK-FUCK! You bastards!! You goddamned fucking bastards!

Fortunately I didn’t scream out any obscenities for real. I just screamed. In pain from the burn on my palm as I dropped the messaging device to the table! I realized right away what happened. As soon as time unfroze they made their next move. I saw one of the goddamned fucking things that had been hiding up on the ceiling like Eileen taught them to. And I saw the beam. Like a laser but not really visible. But it was visible if you count being able to see the heat waves. Eileen had called it an IR laser beam.

I had the presence of mind to perform a little stumbling act since the coffee pot had been left off the coffee machine and the machine’s light was still on, warning that it was hot. Yeah. If anyone asks, I just burned my hand on the coffee maker. The device was still on the table, screen side up. In their elementary code it displayed clearly enough what they were so pissed about:

Not this one. Not now. And not ever.

Okay assholes, I got it. I’m not allowed to take Castadiva ever. She’s evidently real important to their plans.

They hadn’t been this vicious when I wanted to try and take Eileen. A minor electric shock that felt no worse than a house current and a message that I eventually decoded to read: Nah, not her. Pick someone else. They were dead serious about letting me know Castadiva was off limits. Okay, dammit! Got it. The oxy I took right away would kick in for the pain soon, I knew.

Not only had this plan been a waste of time, I completely missed out on hearing eclair crotch bitch’s reaction to her dilemma. Then another thought caught my attention. Maybe if only to take my mind off the pain while I waited for the drugs to work, I thought about chocolate cunt. The bathroom. In a bathroom stall. For a considerable time, as she tried to get herself cleaned up. Her location was very predictable and there’d be no gawkers looking at her. Not likely that she’d take anyone into the stall with her… while trying to explain how she got a buttcrack and pussy smeared with chocolate and other goop.

I made a point, in the simple symbolic emoji code they’d worked out with Eileen, to ask them: Would there be any problems whatsoever with her? The response came back and basically decoded as: no prob. go for it. So I pressed the button to request another time freeze. My consolation prize was waiting for me, predictably, shorts and panties down around her ankles in a restroom stall. Completely unobserved. I requested the portal to phantom space, then navigated to my special lair where I kept my rapidly growing collection. I got her tied up in her cage – ass and pussy still covered in sticky chocolate pastry. Hahahahaha!

I’d go back and clean the cunt up later, tie it up better so I could take it out of the cage, then get her prepped and in position for her dipping. I still wanted somebody to be in the pussy-doctor stirrup chair pose. And with Mexi-cunt permanently off the table as a candidate, chocolate pussy bitch would be it.

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The one from the ceiling reported to it’s superiors that it had successfully averted disaster, attacking him and burning his hand only and not reducing him to his component particles when they spotted him moving towards Castadiva as if she was a potential victim. The report detailed how he’d been persuaded to choose another blob of quarks and leptons for his activities. And in their own peculiar way they congratulated the ceiling entity on a job well done.

Castadiva

– back at La Movida Madrileña–

Eileen looked a bit angry with Cheapsuit. Something he showed her on the screen wasn’t to her liking? No way was Maura right about her being his girlfriend; definitely not his wife of course. She wouldn’t have anything to do with a guy unless she found him useful. Cheapsuit didn’t seem like he was of much use to her. He might have also been an employee of hers as well as the studio’s though. There was something about their relative posture and body-language.

At about the same time, she and Maura both noticed him staring at the ass of one of the women who couldn’t get a waiter or waitress, who’d gotten up to visit the condiment cabinet herself.

“Okay. If cheap-suit-guy is her boyfriend, she could definitely do better!” Maura stated the obvious while eyeing up the other bottle which was supposedly the one `Diva liked better. “Don’t worry dear, I’m just making a note of the label so I can buy my own and try it out when I get back to Manhattan so I…”

Castadiva momentarily lost track of Maura’s rambling explanation because the bent-over woman disappeared. Yep. She was rummaging through salt packets or whatever, getting her ass stared at by Mr. Cheapsuit one second… then in a blink she was gone. She scanned the room once again for anyone else who might’ve seen.

Castadiva still remained calm in part from the Carménère buzz and again due to the fact that she had actual, multiple experiences with teleportation throughout her lifetime.

But the others? Even if they were a little tipsy? No. If they’d seen what she had, their reactions – some kind of reactions – would have been beyond control, as they simply weren’t used to seeing people blink in and out of existence like Castadiva was. Not even occasionally. No.

They all calmly kept pace with the important business matters being discussed while sipping from an assortment of wine bottles that went for an amount of money which would have not only allowed Cheapsuit to pay off his debt, but also acquire a whole wardrobe of –

Never mind what he could do with a hypothetical windfall, she thought, interrupting her own rambling mind.

Only he was positioned to have also seen condiment woman disappear – and he’d shown no reaction at all. Eileen’s back was turned to the woman and Cheapsuit acted like it was business as usual. So, had he been the one who made her disappear? Abducted her? He definitely displayed enough familiarity with the concept of teleportation, since he’d arrived by blinking in and disappeared/reappeared again. If so, was he a kidnapper?

“Candy?” A faint voice caught her attention as her mind stumbled upon that ominous notion. The other woman from the neglected table had come around to see what was keeping her…companion? partner? girlfriend? Whoever she was, she wanted to find out what was taking her so long.

“Can-DEEEee?!”

Girlfriend. Or wife, Castadiva concluded. The stress in her voice as she’d finally surveyed the banquet area behind the hologram wall said that they were in a loving relationship. It made `Diva’s heart skip and her skin felt a sudden chill. Her empath power kicked in and she felt the woman’s panic, bewilderment, sadness… all at once.

Unbelievable! Mr. Cheapsuit actually had a just-barely-perceptible smirk on his face! Oh my Goddess and God she thought: he DID it! He fucking did it! He abducted her. A couple of other people at the table were momentarily distracted, albeit only enough to glimpse away from the riveting discussion, and managed to spot the woman responsible for the stressed-out second cry of Candy. They were back at their business in different fractions of a second and thought nothing of it. Some of the waitstaff were coming around to talk to her; paying attention to her at last.

Castadiva effectively followed the conversation over the dull murmurs of the business people. The “banquet nook” that they were in, nestled behind the partial wall that was being used for holo-art, was not really a room. Not technically. About fifteen feet of space on one end and twenty on the other with no attempt at a doorway of any sort made that art wall more of a partition. Anyone could freely walk in around either side, as the paparazzi had several minutes prior for the planned unveiling of the Stalko-Taco publicity stunt dancing hologram, or as Candy and her partner had done moments ago.

There was a short hallway off to Castadiva’s left which was sealed off by the double doors of the kitchen. The one she’d nicknamed Bearded Billionaire had wanted this nook for their get together anyway, despite the kitchen traffic, because he’d felt like one of the isolated banquet rooms would have blocked the ambiance of the place from permeating in. `Diva had been in one of those rooms on another occasion and knew that he was basically right. The isolated party rooms were thoroughly soundproof.

`Diva concluded what Candy’s significant other had come to realize: there were only two ways out that Candy could have used in order to leave without her seeing. One was to walk around to the far end; the other side of the long partition / art wall. The other way was to go through the kitchen. She observed the waitstaff patiently trying to explain to the woman why Candy couldn’t have exited by either of those means.

The first choice would not have allowed her back into any other part of the restaurant-section or down to the nightclub level or up to the bar & lounge level. It led directly to a street exit – and was therefore heavily guarded. They were on guard specifically against “dine and dash” criminals. It included two security people at the door, plus video of the exit which some managerial-type businesswoman was going over with her on a large-screen laptop.

So her next obvious question was of course, the kitchen. The double doors could not be pushed open. Period. By anyone. Every employee wore two “bracelets” on their left and right wrists. Not the jewelry sort, but like curly plastic springy material that you’d often see people in offices using for official keys. But these keys were microchips.

Not pushing on a door, but just bringing either hand near any part of one, would cause them both to swing open efficiently. It was designed to be used in a way that prevented any employee from ever physically touching it; business owners for the last several years had come up with various tricks to be in compliance with the menagerie of health code updates as they navigated through multiple pandemics. Considering that they were serving food, it made sense to not want them exchanging hand germs with every other waiter, waitress, assistant manager… and their trusty sommelier.

Whether intentionally or not, it also effectively functioned as a security device: no one who wasn’t an employee with a coded chip which had been entered in to their computer could possibly sneak into the kitchen. But it got weirder. The double doors didn’t open directly into the kitchen. Instead they opened into an empty room which showed you another set of double doors as soon as you walked in. An “airlock.” That was what it reminded her of. And of course the second set of doors also required an employee’s proximity bracelet to open. There was more, though. Both sets of doors could not be open at the same time. If you went back into the kitchen, you waited until the outer doors completely closed and magnetically sealed behind you. Only then could the second set of doors be opened.

It was big enough inside to allow almost a dozen servers and their carts. Still it seemed like a wasteful setup for a restaurant. She wondered if it slowed down their operations and hurt efficiency. Well, she thought, it did protect people against disease transmission. Probably.

Not only would it be difficult for someone to sneak in behind a server, the little room was also equipped with cameras which the La M.M. rep was now accessing for Chirine. Or possibly Shirene. Candy’s new wife’s name, as well as their current marital status, had made it to Castadiva’s ears through the frantic dialogue between her and the management. As the reality set in that Candy couldn’t possibly have gone through there either, she nervously scanned the room for about the fifteenth time. No cameras on the big money table. No windows. It would’ve been obvious if anyone was under the table; she certainly wasn’t at the table.

Police. That was the next predictable step for her. As she unnecessarily called them, the first off-duty cop came scampering upstairs from the street level. Although, it occurred to `Diva that having a record of the 9 1 1 call might help in some way. California law at the moment allowed off-duty police officers to work as private security guards – while remaining in uniform, with their sidearms, and their full powers of arrest. Yes, it was more expensive than civilian guards. But La Movida Madrileña’s owners were willing to pay extra for them.

Her conscience was getting to her. She had to say something. But what? The truth?? That Candy vanished from existence, blinking out of the room like a warlock from Charmed?

Right. In order for her statement, testimony, or whatever to be useful and not dismissed as the blitherings of a nutcase, it had to be “filtered.” Just then Maura Half-Billion knocked the empty case for Castadiva’s AR glasses off the table.

`Diva moved a bit quicker and was already lunging under the table towards it while Maura was still squinting to see where they’d fallen and apologizing for being clumsy. She might have missed the next “feat of teleportation” had she not been stretching under there. A feat involving feet. And legs, it turned out. Only the legs of Mr. Cheapsuit and Eileen were visible through the table legs from her momentary viewpoint. It was plainly obvious which pair was which.

Even more plain was the location of Cheapsuit’s lower legs and feet before and after his next teleportation or blinking event. He disappeared from his location at one instant and reappeared about three inches behind where he’d been standing. It might not have been perceptible to anyone else who wasn’t really focusing on a lower-level worker type; if they noticed anything out of place in the corner of their eye, it might only look as if he’d stumbled.

The table legs provided a reference point. The majority of his calves and all of his heels were no longer visible after he blinked, whereas they’d been in plain sight before. She popped back up with her case to find Maura handing her a cleansing wipe that she’d pulled from a packet in her purse. While accepting it and thanking her, Castadiva continued to rehearse her filtered truth for the cops:

“Could there be some sort of trapdoor in the floor?” That sounded almost as stupid as blinking-out and exiting the known universe. But at least plausible. It didn’t violate what an average man with common sense would understand about the laws of physics.

Or…

“I saw someone bending over to look for something at that cabinet or carousel or whatever, then the next moment she was gone. Could there possibly be a small utility closet in this wall that she could’ve ducked into? Yes officer, right about here just a few feet away from the cart where this gentleman has had his computer set up for the past hour.”

Okay. No violations of the laws of nature or reality or anything like that. And it might – –

His necktie!!! Holy shit! It was different. And his shirt and suit jacket… the same but dirty. Stained with something. Only a slight change for the tie. It reminded her of an old New Yorker cartoon about decisions. Whatever had splattered on his chest and stomach – white stuff that looked like… cake batter perhaps? – hadn’t done much damage to the suit jacket. He’d done an okay job at wiping it off and it now resembled some faint spots of talcum power. The jacket was probably spared most of it because he liked to wear it open. The shirt got it worse. Not only were there some of the same kinds of wiped spots, he’d missed a few in his haste to get cleaned up. Pancake batter, possibly? The old tie must have borne the brunt of the splattering because he ditched it and came up with a very similar one; the diagonal stripes were going the other direction.

But what the fuck!? Had he frozen time? Before he disappeared for a microsecond and reappeared three inches further back, he hadn’t been dirty at all. His ensemble though cheap as hell, was un-stained. Wherever he had teleported out to had not only supplied him with stuff to make a mess with, a new tie, and something to at least attempt a cleanup with… it provided him with time to do it all. What had he done, she wondered, gone off to see his kidnapped victim and baked her a fucking cake?

It didn’t matter insofar as her plans to talk to the police were concerned. So returning to her most recent interrupted train of thought from tonight.

Yes. That previous rehearsed speech for the cops would be mundane enough that it wouldn’t seem crazy science-fiction-ish… and it might also get the cops talking to Cheapsuit. They’d put two and two together and realize he was standing in close proximity to where Candy was last seen, and facing her. So hopefully they’d want to interview him.

Would the interviewer have some kind of “cop intuition” and sense that he was lying? If so, then it might get him on the radar as a possible suspect or at least person of interest. Enough to check his shoes for fibers? Check his clothes for hair or any other DNA samples from Candy? Find out what in the hell that crap on his shirt was? It was a long shot but she had to do something. Castadiva knew she couldn’t just do nothing.

Continue on to next section…

If And Only If

by Michelle Viviénne de Vandahlcourte

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

First Edition. © December 16, 2015.

Everything from here👇 and below is not part of the story but a comment section from DeviantArt, which I use to talk about why I gave this and possibly other sections a ‘mature’ rating.

And on the Mature rating of sections 17 & 19 of my book…

On this one, I definitely was sure. And I should probably also include a Trigger Warning.

(If you already read section 17 read on; if not, this next part isn’t a major plot spoiler but it does refer to a previously-introduced minor character who we now learn might be a serial killer. If you’d rather not get too much info right now, then stop here until you’re done with # 17.)

And as I said: TRIGGER WARNING, specifically regarding sexual assault, possible rape, and eventually murder.

As serial killers go, this guy isn’t much more scary than the killers from that movie called Kiss The Girls with Morgan Freeman and Ashley Judd… except.. instead of being a police procedural, we hear this villain’s thoughts in a first-person-singular kind of way.

So why do this? Did I need a villain this extreme?

Well, yes. First of all my characters whom I created naturally are all just too nice. They tend to be cooperative and rational. Nice people to know in real life perhaps, but kind of boring for a sci-fi adventure novel as I quickly noticed. So I tried to create a villain. It kind of worked – what I came up with sort of a Female Gordon Gekko who isn’t afraid to use weapons against people who get in her way. Maybe interesting 🤔 but still not someone who people could truly despise.

So for this guy I did something a bit different. I started lurking with sock accounts on twitter, certain sub reddits, and a thing called 4chan. I created a composite based on real people whom I quite simply found to be the biggest thundering assholes in the world. He’s the ultimate in toxic male privilege douchebagginess. Someone truly deplorable.

But there was a point to this other than to merely have a “bad guy” to do battle with the “good guys.” When humans get ahold of alien technology that could potentially let them become emperor-gods or something… what will they do with it? Again, will they be rational and cooperative and use it to help humanity? Some might. But everyone knows damn well that we, people of the Earth have plenty of wrong-hands out there for this advanced technology to fall into. Can humans be trusted? That’s a theme I wanted to explore.

Anyway, bottom line: I marked some more sections as ‘mature’ because of this character. Once again no actual sex occurs in any scene that I’m posting yet… so I am choosing the ‘moderate’ option.

And I’ll paste my ending from last time if this helps:

If this really causes anyone trouble, they can see the original ancient tumblr here…

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…and will have all the same files (including these newly re- proofread ones from just last month). It would just require a lot more scrolling. But also please note, that as you navigate through the old tumblr files, they eventually will want you to sign in or sign up for a tumblr account if you don’t already have one. Then you’ll also be able to see all my original posts from October 2015 which are fraught with even more spelling and grammar errors😅

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A Morning to Remember (18+) Part 1

Author's Note: This is the first story from my Fezco Boyfriend Series. I am taking requests if you guys have any ideas or suggestions for future stories. I am so excited to be doing this series. We all know that Fez is a total dreamboat... 🥰 All events will be taking place BEFORE the Season 2 finale, so our boys will be alive and well for the entire series ❤️ Please do not use any portions of my work without my permission. Love you guys.

Summary: You wake up and decide to make breakfast for Ashtray and Fezco, since they both have been working so hard to take care of your family recently. After breakfast, Ash decides to spend the day playing video games while locked away in his room. Fez, on the other hand, has his mind set on something else to pass the time...

Warnings: Smut, passionate Fezco, mentions of drugs, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, and overall fluffiness

(Y/N) cannot believe that she woke up before the sun had risen on a Saturday. During the week, she had grown accustomed to her daily routine of getting Ashtray out of bed so that he can eat breakfast and get dressed before her boyfriend Fezco would awaken to drop him off at school. She had somehow gotten used to the sound of the alarm clock blaring in the back of her mind as she slipped further away from whatever dream her brain had delivered to her from the night before. It was a comfortable and uncomplicated routine that she quickly found herself settling into without much effort needed. This was her home now.

It had been 4 years since (Y/N) had walked into a random convenience store and came out with the phone number of the man who would one day become her universe personified. If you were to ask the lovers for specific details about their first encounter, they would each have their own version of the events. Fez recalls being extremely tired, due to the fact that the family business of selling drugs was experiencing a huge increase in popularity and sales at that time. He does not remember the exact moment that he saw her, but he can never forget the way his heart stopped beating almost instantly when the beautiful girl that he had never seen before came walking up to the counter he was sitting on with an arm full of snacks. He finds humor in the circumstances of their meeting now, whenever he thinks back to this memory, but the only thing that he knew then was her. Everything about her was perfect. Fezco never knew that he could love a voice so much, love a smile so much, but she made him feel butterflies for the first time in his life. He could hear the words of his grandmother playing over and over again in his head as he looked down at this angel walking amongst mortals, but for the first time, once again, he didn't care what Grandma Marie had to say. He loved this girl. And he didn't even know her name. (Y/N) never fails to scoff and playfully roll her eyes when she hears her man tell this story. "I hardly looked like an angel, you goof. Don't be so dramatic."

To her, there was nothing particularly extraordinary about this day. There were no fireworks going off in the sky or doves flying overheard to signify the beginning of a new love. She wore a simple white tank top with grey sweatpants and Vans. What about her appearance could have possibly made anyone fall in love so quickly, let alone someone as reserved and cautious as Fezco? This, (Y/N) tells her friends and family, is what made the moment so special for her. There was nothing about the place or the atmosphere that should have screamed ROMANCE, yet there she was, exchanging numbers with the most handsome man that she had ever laid eyes on. Why would he even want my number, she wondered to herself. He probably won't even use it. If only she knew then how wrong she was.

After trying for over an hour to fall back asleep, (Y/N) came to the conclusion that she was better off just getting up. As much as she wanted to spend her Saturday morning curled up in bed next to the love of her life, she knew that she needed to remove Fezco's hand from her body. If she stayed like this, with her back pressed into the smooth and warm chest of her boyfriend, there is no way that she would accomplish anything that she wanted to do today. Come on (Y/N). Be strong. You can do this. After taking a deep breath, (Y/N) slowly grabbed the hand that Fez kept nestled between her thighs as he slept. When asked why he decided to create this particular habit, Fez would always say that he loved the way his girl's thick thighs felt cushioned around his hand. Oh, how he wishes it could be his head. But he would never hesitate to take what he could get from her. This was the next best thing for him. After gently rolling over onto her back, (Y/N) knew that she needed to be quick and precise with her actions to avoid waking her baby. One look into his beautiful blue eyes and she could kiss her Saturday plans away. As (Y/N) moved her man's hand to his pillow, she began to think about her master plan.

There is not much that she can physically do to show her boys how much she appreciates them. But she would certainly try to express her feelings in a way that she knew they would enjoy - food. Breakfast to be more exact. While searching for kitchen supplies a few days ago, (Y/N) had stumbled upon two medium sized serving trays that instantly made her giggle. The image on the trays showed tons of marijuana leaves with smiley faces on them. The boys would love this. She knew it. Things had been very chaotic for Ash and Fezco recently. Everyone wanted to do business with them after finding out that they were selling high-quality products. The surge in clientele wasn't too bad at first. The money that they had coming in was mind-blowing and it was clear to (Y/N) that Ashtray was enjoying the respect he received from being Fez's partner. Although this vigorous work flow prevented (Y/N) from spending as much time with Fez and Ash as she would have liked, she absolutely loved to see the lads happy, especially now that they were all living under one roof. But today, everyone decided to cancel their plans in order to spend time together before the new week brought on a new set of challenges. Now it was time for (Y/N) to make sure that their day started on the right foot.

As Fezco slowly began to wake from his slumber, he was suddenly met with the purest form of disappointment once he realized that his babygirl (Y/N) was no longer pressed securely into his body. She never get out of bed without me when we both home, he thought to himself. Where she at? Seconds later, he received an answer to his unspoken question once he heard his brother's voice from the kitchen. "Aye, (Y/N)? Who you cooked all this shit for?" Fezco made his way out of the bed gradually as he visually scanned the room in search of the shirt that he took off last night. Ready to finally see his angel for the first time that day, Fez swiftly went into a nearby drawer and pulled on the first shirt that his hand touched. Walking out of the bedroom that he now shared with (Y/N), Fezco nearly tripped over his own feet once the smells that were coming from the kitchen reached his nostrils. "Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to get the fuck up," Ashtray said to his brother as he drowned his pancakes with maple syrup. Fezco could not believe his eyes. (Y/N) had not simply made breakfast for their little family; she prepared a feast. There was so much to choose from. Eggs, bacon, sausages, fresh fruit, you name it. But perhaps the most appetizing thing that caught Fez's attention was not the food that (Y/N) had spread across the table. It was the goddess herself, as she walked over to him wearing the shirt that he had discarded onto the floor before going to sleep. He was a goner, and they both knew it. "Good morning, my love," she said to him as he brought both of his hands to her waist. "You didn't have to do all of this Mamas. Some cereal would have done the job." (Y/N) giggled softly at her boyfriend as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. "I wanted to." Ash looked at the two lovebirds in disgust as he shoved more food into his mouth, trying to get out of the kitchen before things escalated any further. "Get a room assholes." Fezco laughed at his brother as he walked over the table and took a seat, pulling (Y/N) into his lap. This is all that he would ever need.

Once Ashtray was content with the amount of food that he had consumed, he was off to his bedroom to play video games for the remainder of the day. He would never admit this information to (Y/N) directly, but he really did enjoy having her around. She was the light that had found its way into a house surrounded by so much darkness, and he loved to see his brother covered in that light. She was a gift. So he would allow the two of them to have their much needed alone time, for now. But there was a mandatory family movie night starting at 7 pm. "Be late and you have to deal with me," Ash had warned them. They assured him that they would arrive on time.

Closing the door to their bedroom quietly, Fezco could not contain his excitement when he turned around and saw (Y/N) slowly crawling into their bed. "Don't tease me, Ma." (Y/N) looked at him with those eyes that she knew her man couldn't resist. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm just so full from breakfast." He chuckled at these words as he made his way to the edge of the bed. "You're full of something, girl." They shared a laugh while looking into each other's eyes. God, how did I get so lucky, they each thought. No force in the entire galaxy would ever compare to what they had found in each other. It transcended anything that most human beings would ever feel. This was celestial. And they each wanted to make the most of their time in this heaven that they discovered on Earth. "You are God to me. You know that baby?" As Fezco said this, he moved up the bed and settled before his queen, rubbing his hands on her soft and silky thighs. "You are everything that is. And everything that will ever be." Kissing the insides of her thighs, Fez couldn't stop the words that flowed out of his mouth if he wanted to. He was lost in the sea of (Y/N). And he wanted to savor every second of it. Sliding his hands up her thighs, Fezco held his breath as he waited for his woman to open herself for him. As much as he wanted to drown in her ocean, he would wait until she was fully ready for him to do so. (Y/N) could see in his eyes that he wanted her to have full control of this moment. Fezco is always a selfless lover. He always prioritizes her needs and sets out to make her feel good, but this is another level for them. He will not do a single thing until (Y/N) tells him that she wants it. And right now, the only thing that she wants is his tongue on her, licking away all of the desire and anticipation that he has created. "Please." That one word is all that it takes for him to give in. "Your wish is my command, darling." Carefully sliding her black lace panties down her smooth and toned legs, Fezco cannot pull his eyes away from the treasure that is before him. He does not realize that he has moaned out just from the sight of his woman's pussy until it is too late. But he knows that she will not judge him. She never does.

Sliding his tongue gently across (Y/N)'s entrance and over her clit, Fezco grips her thighs in order to keep himself grounded. This woman's taste is enough to make him lose his mind. He will never crave another pussy. The little noises of pleasure that Y/N lets out once he begins gently sucking on her clit is enough to make his erection jump in his boxers. How can he ever not love her? "You make me feel so good baby." Fezco closes his eyes for a second as he lets her words wash over him. He makes her feel good. That is all that he will ever need to hear in this life. Kissing his way up her stomach slowly, Fez moves his hand to (Y/N)'s core as he stares directly into her eyes. He maintains this eye contact as he takes her left nipple into his mouth and swirls his thumb over her clit. "Yes baby. Ohhhh fuck. I love you so much." Fezco continues to suck on her nipple as the speed of his thumb increases. (Y/N) quickly throws her head back in pleasure as she feels her orgasm approaching after a few minutes. Sliding back down to wrap his lips around her clit, Fez moans into her as he feels her walls squeeze the fingers that he has pushed inside of her. He begins to lick across her clit and speed up his fingers as he sees his angel arch her back from the bed for him. This is art. Fez takes a mental picture of this moment and vows that he will be the last man to ever see such a sight. In this instant, he moves up to whisper into her ear what she already knows. "I will never stop making you feel like this baby. I'll always place your pleasure above mine. Oh fuck, you're squeezing my fingers like it's my cock. But I can't give you my cock until you cum baby. That's it. You're doing so good, lovely. I just need you to cum so that I can clean you up darling. That's what you want? You want me to clean you up so you can make a mess all over my cock?"

Part 2 coming soon!!!......

#euphoria #euphoria smut #fezco euphoria #fezco #fezco smut

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years

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Hey do you have any fic recs where Stiles is in hospital for a long time due to injuries or illness? Thank you!

I got you, @sparty-time!

Emergency Contact by Drapetomania

(1/1 I 1,392 I General I Sterek)

"You're awake." And there a million questions in Stiles' eyes, a million theories shooting from his mind, dexterous and reaching, searching, just the same way his fingers found Derek's blanket, just shy of any contact.

After all, it's been years. Stiles' face had matured, there was even a new mole, though Derek could count all the old. He held himself strongly, confidently and curiously calmer than before. Not a glitching, zapping force, but a steady thrumming charge. Powerful. Trained. Not just a spark, but a solid fire. A sun.

Derek swallowed and rasped, "What are you doing here?"

It Was My Fault by ohhitsanna

(1/1 I 8,850 I Explicit I Sterek)

“There’s a patient,” she chocked on the words. “I need you to take care of him. He’s practically family,” she is crying now, half sobs forcing their way out of her throat and it’s a horrible sound that makes Derek want to step back, but her grip is still strong on his top. “They won’t let me back there with him, because I’m, well,” she scoffs, “Just look at me. You have to take care of him, you’re one of the best nurses here.”

Derek finds himself nodding before he even realizes he’s doing it. He’s not sure if it’s just blatant curiosity making him want to help or the fact that he’s never seen the strong Melissa McCall break down and almost beg Derek to take on a patient. Maybe a little bit of both, he decides. “Do you have his file?” she nods, handing him a thick manila folder with different colored paper sticking out of it everywhere, this patient must see be here a lot. What the hell kind of name is that? He can vaguely make out a ‘z’ somewhere in the name, but it mostly looks like a bunch of random letters.

“Stiles, do not call him anything but Stiles.” Melissa says, as if reading his mind.

A Piece of Me is a Piece of you by DropofWater

(6/6 I 13,038 I Not Rated I Sterek)

“Derek, I’m going to be completely honest with you.” Melissa squeezes his arm gently. “My stepson-he’s an amazing kid. I love him as much as I would if he was my own son-he’s smart, and sarcastic, and witty, and just plain good. But he’s sick-and he needs a kidney transplant, badly. Like as soon as possible. And you-Derek-you’re a match.”

Derek gives Stiles a kidney and sappiness ensues

Thirty Messages by Julibean19

(8/8 I 16,368 I Teen I Sterek)

“Look. I think my friend is obsessed with you… or your cell phone at the very least. And if your stupid fucking voice saying the same two words is all he’s ever gonna have of you, then you have to let him go. You don’t let him get attached and you don’t drag it out. If you hurt him, or lead him on, even just a little bit, I swear to God I will kill you. So call him back, and end it.”

In which Derek leaves town with Cora, and Stiles thinks he might be going insane... because no one would leave this many rambling voicemails for someone they weren't even dating... right?

AND

@alexchouette suggested this one!

Don't Speak by fatale

(13/13 I 68,916 I Teen I Sterek)

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hurt/comfort #submission

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levisblackbabe · 3 years

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Headcanons of Aot boys with a black gf

Characters: Eren Jeager , Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein x fem black reader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, slight angst, deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Language, a bit toxic, slightly suggestive

Wc: 1500+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

Eren Jeager (The lowkey Toxic one)

· Lowkey scared of y/n because she reminds him of Levi when she is angry, and he knows she will beat his ass if necessary

· Started out as friends but he has always liked y/n

· He initially asked you out as a dare and you only found out after 6 weeks where you broke up 😐

· This legit started the cycle of breaking and getting back together (he never cheated though just a lil bit toxic)

· He is very possessive and controlling which also lead to your break ups

· Even though you have your ups and down he is mostly a good boyfriend

· He plays basketball so every time he is practising on his own, he asks you to be there for rebounds (in reality he just wants you near him baso 24/7)

· Loves your smell so he steals those items might be your lotion, hair products or perfume

· Loves your natural hair and just touches it without permission after a couple times you just gave up telling him off

· He was confused on why you changed your hair so often

· When you guys first started dating you came with box braids rather then your usual bun and he deadass thought you were somebody else 💀he was so confused on why this stranger was touching him up (this mf loyal cuz he was ready to punch you)

· He was soooo scared of meeting your parents (had to call Armin to ask for advice)

· Your family at first didn’t like him cuz of the constant breaking up but they grew to tolerate him (however your older brother doesn’t)

· Loves taking pictures of you during facetime, golden hour or whenever and saves them in a folder (simp)

· Loves your cooking soo much that he goes collect tubber ware of food worth a week and stocks up his fridge

· He loves when you speak to him in another language so he pisses you off so you can cuss him out in your native tongue

· He barely calls your name its either babe or some cringey name like bubbs or something (however if you hear your full name leave his month rip)

Armin Artlet (The simp)

· SHY BAE that’s it

· He was your English tutor and has always had a crush on you

· He wanted to ask you out on a date, but he shy and thought you won’t like white boys

· You asked him instead cuz you fell for his ocean blue eyes (I mean who wouldn’t)

· In the beginning you had to take the initiative a lot cuz he wanted to respect your boundaries but after a while he grew comfortable and took the lead

· He LOVES your natural hair and knows your wash day schedule, so he always offers to help anyway possible

· He was absolutely scared of meeting your family cuz once again he white 😐 however everyone loved him

· He most definitely invited to the family reunion

· Your aunts adore him and they always talking about you as a baby to him

· He always doing late night ft calls with you, and he WON’T hang up cuz he wants to see your face when you wake up

· Armin is a giver, so he always offers to buy thigs for your and just buy gifts at least once a week

· He also loves cooking for and with you (once you had a cooking competition and technically, he is a better cook, but he let you win)

· He likes sending random pictures of things you like and remind him of you

· He happily takes pictures of you (photographer Armin)

· You guys have a pet turtle called Mickey 🐢

· His nicknames for you are beautiful, pretty and stuff like that

· Just overall fluff

Levi Ackerman (the co-worker)

· You guys have been co-workers for 2 years actually

· You thought he hated you but in reality, he does he just acts stingy towards cuz he is Levi 😐 (some serious enemies to lovers vibe)

· He didn’t confess and never would have but due to a drunken Hange letting it slip during a hang out with your co-workers you found out

· He deadass ignored you for a week like if he saw you, he would turn into Houdini and disappear

· However, you once caught him distracted and forced him to talk to you

· Reluctantly so he spoke the truth and asked you out (thought he seemed angry about it)

· Now you guys have happily been dating

· Everyone in your office finds you lucky cuz Levi is the finest man in the office heck the world (if he was real, I would leave my bf 😭)

· He actually has a 5-year-old daughter (DILF! Levi) and told you why he never said anything about his feeling was because you know single dad and shiz

· After 6 weeks you met his babygirl and she is the cutest she loves you considering she never had much of a mother figure in her life

· His daughter is mixed so he knows how to deal with natural hair thanks to YouTube, so he sometimes helps with yours (such a good dad)

· But now that you are here you offer to do any protective styles and give him tips

· Levi isn’t very open, but he expresses his love to you with physical touch, acts of service or gifts

· However, he speaks very softly to his daughter he seems different

· Due to his love language being touch he loves petting your hair (only when you have protective styles) and putting his head on it ( he is tall in my head okay)

· He loves having you in close proximity to you and just somehow touching you

· Him and your dad really hit it off because they both have daughters

· Your aunts are lowkey infatuated with him

· Loves making breakfast for you but due to your busy schedule he just buys your coffee in the morning

· He will never tell you, but he has trouble falling asleep but when you sleepover he actually has a full nights rest (he has silk sheets just for you)

· He might seem closed off, but you know he loves you due to the little things

Connie Springer (the bestfriend)

a/n I just want to say Connie will be of Hispanic heritage for the sake of this headcanon also because all the fanfics I read about him he is portrayed as Hispanic I just write him like this however this isn’t to offend anyone or play onto stereotypes.

· You guys have been besties since freshman year high school

· You hooked up freshman year of college and been dating ever since

· Nothing really changed in your dynamic other than the fact yall kiss and do the deed

· Like you legit call each other insults though Connie likes calling slime and bubbs

· You jokingly calling each other baby mama and baby daddy (manifesting kids but whatever)

· Speaking of kids, you have plushies that you call kids and rotate them around (they are from your arcade date)

· Loves being on call with you when he is playing because it helps calm him down and not break his tv (anger issues much)

· HYPEMAN if you are looking fine asf he will hype you up so much and offer to take pictures for the gram

· You have a joint TikTok account where you reaching 10k and just do dumb couple stuff its cringey but cute (Same goes for your joint spam account where you guys just do silly things together)

· He always asks to do your hair which you repetitively deny keeping in mind last time you let him he nearly ripped off half your scalp

· Late nights drives happen a lot so you can vent and have a heart to heart under the stars, you guys also just vibe to the music and might spend hours in silence looking at the city lights and dancing

· If you fall asleep on him or in the drive back he becomes really cute and soft and just says you are beautiful and that he loves you in Spanish (ugh my heart)

· He only speaks Spanish when he wants to be cute and knows you won’t understand

· Your family have always liked him so when you guys started dating everyone was like ‘FINALLY’ (same with his family)

· Some type of kid’s movie marathon once a month cuz being a child is great

· Its just overall jokes

Jean Kirstein (Mr Doesn’t Give Up)

· Kept asking you out for a year until you gave in, he was so excited he kissed you straightaway

· He was so nervous in your first date, but he was a gentleman opening doors etc (whoever said chivalry was dead 🤨)

· Nearly said I love you on the first date considering he has liked you for a year, but he held it in

· However, he did get a kiss goodnight on the cheek (he was grinning like a fool)

· Loves the fact that you change your hair so much and so often that he happily gives recommendations and offers to help you out

· He is the overprotective type of boyfriend so he was reluctant on you meeting his friends especially Eren, but you reassured him that you wouldn’t be swayed (still icky about you hanging with Eren though)

· He adores playing pc games with you and you have a little family in Sims4 which is cute

· He now has a skincare routine because you introduced him to it (he said he didn’t need one cuz he has a ‘handsome face’ but he secretly started one lol

· He also steals your body lotion and legit smells like you (smh)

· His wrist always has a silk crunchie in case you need it, and, in his car, he has a bag with essentials for you such as pads, edge control, etc

· He calls you cute pet names but also the occasional insults as a joke

· He is lowkey rich, so he happily spoils you to fancy dinners and more

· He also likes going back to the basics so picnic dates in the spring and summer are common he says he cooks them but in reality, it’s his mum

· Your mum absolutely adores him cuz he is a ‘charmer’

· He likes facetiming you when he is working out so he can show up, but you just ignore him and continue doing what you are doing

· Like Eren he has a folder filled of mugs of you

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#eren yeager x black reader #jean x black!reader #eren yaeger x reader #armin x black reader #connie x black reader #levi x black reader #aot fanfiction #aot headcanons #aot imagines #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #angst prompts🥀#fluff prompts 🍄#levisbae 💅🏽

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elysianslove · 3 years

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secrets that you keep; iwaizumi hajime

synopsis; in which his best friend is secretly a camgirl. part 1, part 2

pairings; iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre; smut

trigger warnings; i highly recommend reading the first two parts before this. they’re only drabbles that introduce everything! anyways, this is absolute filth. don’t read this if any of the stuff mentioned could trigger you, please! masturbation, camgirl stuff, one mention of the word ‘daddy,’ self choking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of choking, accidental breathplay, not proofread unfortunately

she knows.

does she?

it’s an ongoing inner battle he’s been having for weeks now, ever since he’d been directed to that trending video of yours. he sees you in his dreams, hears you loud and clear, moaning and crying for him, and worst of all, he feels you, so perfectly, against his, around him, and it’s overwhelming in the worst way possible. even maintaining eye contact is tiresome at this point.

but he does wonder whether you know or not, more often than he should— were you deliberately calling out for him, in hopes that he’d find this video somehow? or had you said it because you’d assumed this is your safe place, that there’s no way he’d be able to find these videos? had it been a slip up? or, more accurately, multiple slip ups? what were the chances anyways, that it had been an accident, or unintentional, or intentional and he had been losing sleep over it, or that he wasn’t the hajime you were crying out for?

his heard hurt. awfully. there’s already the constant worry of regulating his breathing around you and cleansing his thoughts of anything he’d seen of you the moment you meet, but this added dilemma is in no way helping. every day that you text him for a coffee date, or a night out after a rather stressful week, or a night in at your apartment, and he agrees, his mind diverts immediately to where it shouldn’t as soon as he lays eyes on you. and the worst part of it all is how aware he is of how wrong this is. he knows it’s wrong to choose the revealing shirt over the other when you ask him for his opinion, just because he wants that effortless glance at your cleavage. it’s also so wrong of him to give a higher rating to that obscenely short dress than that other, knee length one because of the way your thighs squeeze when you sit. it’s definitely wrong of him to offer clasping your anklet, the one he’d gotten for you, the one that had been the dead giveaway to your secret online persona, just because your legs feel so soft against the rough pads of his fingers, when he resists the urge to trail upwards, upwards, upwards—

it’s fucking ridiculous.

he can’t believe just how deep of a rabbit hole finding one of your videos is, how it’s impossible to climb out and away, and even worse, how he keeps falling deeper. the one time he decides to jerk off to porn. it’s really ridiculous.

about a week ago, three weeks after finding that video of yours someone had uploaded— which had been taken down because of copyright, and hajime personally thinks that’s fair, considering there’s a reason you pay people to watch your videos and look through your photos, otherwise you would’ve taken the liberty to post everything for free yourself— hajime gives in, and subscribes to you. it’s with a randomized account name, something he tried his very best to make as anonymous as possible, so that it would in no way lead back to him. he doesn’t check in on your account as often, also having taken the time to turn off notifications and not have anything sent to his email, and it’s mostly out of shame. he already feels dirty enough having seen this much of you, even more that he’s fantasized about you. he’s not about to make it worse for himself.

every once in a while, though, especially days where he’s sure he’s completely free of responsibilities, he logs on, and finds your page. it just so happens that tonight, you’re hosting a live stream. swallowing his pride and shame, literally so, he shifts on his bed, sitting up straighter, and clicks to join.

he’d been a little late apparently, because you’re already bare, sitting on a chair. your legs are lifted up, knees bent and hooked over the chair’s arms, the camera angled to show everything, from your cute eyes to the flesh of your ass. there’s a vibrator in your hand, buzzing lightly as it hovers by your clit, dipping between your folds, sliding back up again to rub lazily at your clit. beneath you, on the chair, is a small damp spot, leaking from your cunt. hajime stops himself before his jaw falls slack at the sight of you, and instead, he clears his throat, gritting his teeth and watching carefully.

you’re not so talkative during your videos, just exclamations of pleasure and (the most beautiful of) noises, so he hadn’t expected you to be during your lives. to his surprise, you are, and it’s filthy.

whimpering lightly, you press the vibrator harsher on your clit, your other hand traveling up to squeeze at your breast. “m’so needy,” you admit with a soft pout, adding, “want you to tell me what to do, mmh.”

he’s assuming the ‘you’ is the audience, whoever’s willing to speak up, and it’s then that he notices the chat option. his eyes flicker curiously to it, hands twitching where they sit fisted at his lap as he sees the chat explode with orders and commands and suggestions for you.

one writes, stuff urself full, and hajime gapes.

another commands, wanna see u cry tn, and hajime privately agrees.

someone else writes, gonna squirt princess?

hajime’s hands twitch again, and he frowns, digging his nails into his palms. you’re ignoring all the suggestions, and it’s obvious because you’re reading through them, mouthing some of them, giggling at some, curiously gasping, ‘oh,’ at others, eyebrow quirking. the vibrator trails down to your hole again, and you experimentally dip it inside slightly, shivering visibly as the vibrations rush through you, and the moment he hears you moan so loud, he thinks, fuck it, and his hands reach for his keyboard.

choke yourself.

fuck, fuck, fuck, he did not just do that.

his heart is racing embarrassingly fast beneath his ribcage, loud and pathetically deafening in his ears as he watches your eyes read through the rest of the messages, and you’ve stopped mouthing them, your eyes are widening— which one are you at now? are you just going to ignore him? why wouldn’t you? of course you—

“you’d like that, huh?” you teasingly slur, a lazy, cheeky grin painting your lips, your teeth biting down on your lower lip and your hand— your hand—

it’s trailing upwards, upwards, upwards, until it finds its way around your throat, resting lightly, and just as he sees your fingers squeeze at the sides of your neck slightly, carefully, you pout at the camera, looking straight at him, and asking, “like this, daddy?”

a low fuck wheezes past his lungs, and his hand quickly presses down at the bulge in his sweatpants, squeezing and rubbing at his clothed dick as he watches you, entranced. people watching you with him have taken to thanking him for the idea, and to praising you, calling you a good girl, cursing, rapidly typing out something along the lines of you’re so hot i wanna fuck you so bad, and god, hajime hates that he relates to something as stupid as that.

your hips roll and your head falls back, hand not once leaving your throat. if anything, your grip tightens. you click on the vibrator, and the buzzing becomes louder, your moans with it, as if you were competing. you cry and gasp and sob, writhing in your own hold, your thighs tensing and your hole clenching around nothing as you harshly rub the vibrator against your clit. your cunt gushes and drips as you bring yourself closer to your orgasm, as you cry out a string of, “m’gonna cum, so close, so close!” and a mixture of lewd curses, until finally, you cum. you’re sent over the edge, legs swinging on the chair, high pitched squeals falling from your lips— which hajime can’t decide are real or not, or whether he wants them to be or not. you thrash and cry, tears, as promised to some other watcher, dripping down your cheeks.

the last straw however, is your comedown from your high, sobs hiccuping and muscles twitching, eyes half closed and body limp as you mewl out, “hajime, hajime, hajime,” like you’re not even aware you’re doing it. like it’s subconscious.

hajime swears again, a deep, low, “fuck,” and looks down to find a damp spot on his lap. he really came from barely any friction, all because of you. this really is as ridiculous as it gets.

the next time he sees you, there are the faintest of bruises on your neck. it’s not so obvious that just anyone would notice, but ever since becoming hyperaware of everything that is you and everything that you do, it’s hard not to have them be the first thing he sees. to ensure that the atmosphere between the two of you remains easy, he flicks at your neck and tuts with a smirk, asking you jokingly if you were in your hoe phase.

“so vulgar, hajime,” you sarcastically retort, teasing him. “you like calling me mean things?” and he has to avert eye contact because all his walls crumble so quick.

it’s just the two of you tonight, in his apartment, all your other mutual friends having cancelled at one point or another. it’s not an unusual occurrence; more often than not, the two of you are alone. however, it’s been a while since you’d been alone, privately. a while meaning ever since hajime had discovered your side hustle of a sort. he hadn’t been purposely avoiding this— no, maybe he has, but to be fair, he’s still yet to recover from the initial shock.

it also doesn’t help that since today had meant to be a relaxing night in, you’re dressed casual, but in the hottest fucking way possible. he hopes he hadn’t been blushing as hard as he thinks, and feels, he was, when you’d first stepped into his home. on your hips is a short, black skirt, flowing out to your upper thighs, where just above your knees start a pair of dark thigh highs, squeezing at your thighs and accentuating your legs as you strut around his apartment, feet bare of any shoes or slippers. he can’t decide whether it’s cute or just plain hot. somehow, with you, it’s both. your shirt is off the shoulder, a dark, navy blue bardot, and beneath it, peeking out to rest at your collarbones, is a black bralette. he can barely just see the intricate lace designs, but it disappears and dips beneath your shirt before he can see more of it.

you’re spread out on the couch, laying along it on your stomach, a pillow tucked in your arms and beneath your head, your clothed legs bent and swinging up in the air. he sits right by you, thigh right by your head, his body as tense as ever. it’s impossible not to be you, not with you in such close proximity to him when only a few days ago he’d watched you make yourself cum, and had heard you whimper out his name after. who can blame him, really?

with your eyes trained on the screen, he hadn’t been expecting you to speak up.

“iwa, what type of porn do you watch?”

he nearly chokes, eyes widening as he spares you a glance. your legs continue to swing innocently, your eyes unmoving, your voice unwavering. the suddenness of the question certainly threw him off, but it’s your nonchalance that really shocks him. but, considering everything, it really shouldn’t have.

“uh, what?” he offers weakly, wincing slightly at the barely there crack in his voice.

you sigh, shifting to sit up. you plant yourself on your knees, spreading them apart slightly to get comfortable, and shrugging at him. “i’m just curious,” you say. “or,” your eyes squint cautiously, your head cocking to the side slightly, “do you not watch porn?”

challengingly, his arms lift up to cross at his chest, and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes momentarily glance at the way his biceps bulge. it makes his confidence spike slightly, nervousness ebbing away. “what type of porn do you watch?”

you gasp dramatically, joking, “take a girl out to dinner first, my god.” he laughs, relaxing lightly at the banter, before his eyes fall back to you. you inch forward curiously, cautiously, still on your knees. now closer to him, you ask again, “seriously, i’m really curious! confirm my suspicions for me.”

“oh?” he quirks an eyebrow. “so you think you know?”

at this, you offer him a knowing smile, eyes slightly half lidded. you’re somehow even closer now, leaning towards him with your hands resting on the small space between you and him in the couch, helping you in lifting yourself up slightly on your knees as you say in a low voice, “baby, i think everyone knows.”

at the sight of you by his side, he feels himself shiver, and an idea invades his mind before he can even process it. “oh, do you now?” he’s not sure where this boldness is emerging from, especially with how cautious and shameful he’d been and felt for weeks now, but he accepts it either way, because the way you’re staring at him like that, he never wants to let it go. and although he wants to drag out this intense eye contact even longer, in order to do what he wants to do, he has to break it, reaching for his phone instead. unable to contain your curiosity, you peak over, watching with confusion as he types out a link.

the blood drains from your face when you recognize your page on his browser, and he’s logged on— he’s subscribed.

“what type of porn do i like to watch?” he wonders rhetorically. the phone is pushed aside, and he sits up straighter so that even on your knees, he looms over you. his eyes are skimming over you, along your body, up to your neck, to your lips, to your shocked, wide eyes. and just as his hand trails up to your throat, his palm resting at the base and one finger tapping lightly, he says, “the type where my favorite girl cries out my name when she cums for the world to see.”

the hand around your throat—

“you,” you breathe out, and finally, finally, when your brain makes sense of everything, your body relaxes, sags against him, leaning more into him until his hand’s properly wrapped around your throat.

with your mind hazing over, you reach over, and kiss him.

he meets you halfway, as if having expected it, lips pressing harshly against his. his hand tightens as he pulls you closer, lifting you up slightly and bringing you closer to him as his mouth parts, breathing you in, and kissing you deeper, lewder. you shiver and gasp, hands grasping at his wrist and forearm, not to push him away but rather to urge him closer, as you kiss him back just as eagerly. it seems like hours, with his hand around your neck, tight and a daunting reassurance, and your lips wet and hot against his, but eventually, his hand slides down, the other mirroring it, finding their way to your waist, squeezing and bunching at the skirt as he, with complete and utter and shocking ease, lifts you up off the couch.

you gasp as he stands up with you, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist as he pulls you to him. as he blindly walks the two of you to his bedroom, he breathlessly asks in between your kisses, “is this— you sure this is okay?”

with a sharp tug at his hair, you jokingly spit out, “iwa shut up.”

he tosses you onto the bed, allowing you a minute to strip yourself of your shirt while he slips out of his own, before quickly falling above you, caging you in with his arms as he kisses you again. “not iwa,” he quietly asks of you.

for a moment you’re confused, before everything clicks again— your slip ups— and your legs lift up, wrapping around his waist and pulling his hips closer to yours just as you mewl out, “hajime, please.”

god, he is way easier than he thought he was.

his entire body shudders above you, one hand lowering to push at your skirt to grind his hips down against yours until his clothed crotch meets your bare cunt and— holy fuck, holy fuck.

“fuck, you slut.”

you gasp at both his words and the feel of his bulge pressing down against your clit, his lips meeting your neck instead. “you do like calling me mean things,” you say, and he scoffs, his hand traveling upwards to squeeze at your breasts instead.

“you like me calling you mean things,” he notes, and you let out a muffled moan as he pinches at your nipples through the bralette, lips biting and sucking at your neck.

“i do,” you pant, arching up into him. “i do, i do.” his hands are fumbling at your chest, and god, they’re so large, so big and warm and harsh, it’s fogging up your brain.

“yeah, yeah, fucking whore,” he growls, pushing himself slightly on his knees, hands tugging at the bralette. his fingers dip past, gripping the fabric tightly, and as he says, “can’t fucking— take this shit— off,” he tears through it, knuckles whitening as he pulls it away from your body, or what’s left of it. the frills of the ruined bra fall off the edge of his bed, and he watches your wide eyes and gaping mouth follow it, so he grabs at your jaw, twisting your gaze away from it and grunting a low, “shut up.”

you pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily as you say, “that was so fucking hot, hajime,” before kissing him again. he parts his mouth as you lead him to you again, tongue easily meeting yours.

it’s a messy kiss as he slips himself out of his sweatpants, taking his boxers with it and discarding them somewhere in his room. his cock slaps against his stomach, a single string of precum messily staining his tan abs. your eyes are quick to gaze down, lips painted a dazzling grin as his hand finds his cock, squeezing at the head and smearing his precum along.

“knew you were fucking big,” you gasp, eyes trained on him as he strokes himself above you, and he is. he’s so big, thick and heavy, and veiny and your mouth waters at how that’s going to feel when inside of you, stretching you out so good, so much better than any of the toys you had at home. “i thought,” a squeal hiccups out of you as both of his hands grab at your hips from beneath your skirt, one sticky and warmer than the other, “about you all the time.”

your confession draws his attention, and when he’s pulled you close enough, two of his fingers trail to your cunt, quirking an, “oh?” just as he dips his fingers inside. the lack of resistance he’s met with is surprising, and he chokes out, “did you stretch yourself out before coming here? fuck yourself on some fake cock?”

tightlipped, you moan, brows furrowed and back arched into him. god, his fingers were not enough. “yes, yes,” you gasp, head falling back. despite not needing to, he still fingers you, his thick digits fucking into you slowly, driving you insane by the second. “yes, i— pretended t’was you,” you whine loudly. at your words, he curls his fingers inside of you, twisting his wrist and pressing his palm directly on your clit.

“do you always?” he lowly asks, dipping closer to you as he fucks his fingers deeper. his fingers were inside of you, the cunt he’d spent over a month marveling at through a screen, the pretty pussy his dick had drooled over for hours. you’re real, as real as ever beneath him falling apart, making a mess of your black skirt, drenching it with your arousal.

you moan out a hum, nodding dumbly as his fingers vibrate with the intensity of speed inside of you, your toes curling in your thigh highs and face twisting to press into his mattress. “always,” you cry out, like a promise. “always think of you— hajime!”

it’s an unexpected orgasm, hitting you so fast and quick that it’s outright dizzying. it has you lifting your hips up into his fingers and palm, grinding and trembling, your legs falling and spreading open, shaking wildly by your side and above you as he fucks you through the orgasm.

“hajime, hajime, hajime,” you chant, words trailing off into tiny sobs and shuddering breaths as your hips slowly fall back onto the bed, body still trembling with aftershocks.

you’re fucked out beyond words already that you genuinely don’t feel a thing until he’s pressing inside of you, the fat head of his cock stretching you out. he’s really no match for your toys, and if seeing him hadn’t been enough confirmation, the feel of him pressing inside of you definitely is. he doesn’t ease himself in slowly, urgently grabbing the back of your thighs with either hand, keeping your legs spread for him as he bottoms out.

“fuck, fuck, knew you’d feel so good,” he grunts, brows furrowed harshly as he digs his fingers deeper against the flesh of your thighs, forcing your legs closer to your chest, and somehow pushing himself even deeper within you. you whine and mewl, toes curling and uncurling and legs trembling. “knew it the moment i saw your pretty pussy creamin’ around that thick cock.”

at the reminder that he’s watched and witnessed you, multiple times, that he’s subscribed to you willingly and curiously, you clench down around him. you feel him twitch inside of you, groaning loudly as he falls closer to you, your legs falling to his waist.

“you like knowing i was watching you?” he sneers, his hand reaching up and gripping at your face, squishing your cheeks and forcing a pout on your lips. your eyes nearly fucking cross as he rams into you, his fingers digging into your jaw. “you like that i fucked my fist every night to you? to your pretty cunt and your pretty noises and your pretty face— yes, good girl, that one.”

your eyes do cross this time, spurred on by his words, your tongue peaking out through the small gap he allows with how harsh he’s gripping your face. he’s pushing out little mewls and cries from you, but otherwise, you quite honestly feel braindead.

“fuck, you’re a gorgeous little slut,” he gasps. “all mine to fuck and use.”

you’re quick to nod rapidly, whining and moaning for him as you grip at his biceps. you’re choking on your breath as you struggle to keep up with him while he fucks you into the mattress, so fucking hard and rough that you’re sure there’ll be an indentation of you once you leave. you can feel your cunt gushing, and you can hear it too, squelching loudly with every thrust of his hips, every time his cock fucks into you. your skirt feels sticky and gross, and so does the rest of you, but you’ve never, never, felt this euphoric, this blissed out.

your stomach tightens impossibly, the tension gradually increasing as your walls tightly squeeze and clench at his cock. slowly and surely, the pressure within you increases, your hands flying to hajime’s arm, the arm whose hand grips your face, which quickly moves to your throat at your simple gasping warning that you were close.

“gonna cum, gonna cum, hajime, fuck!”

he tightens his grip, pressing harsher on the sides of your neck as your eyes shut tightly, your head falling back once more.

“yeah, come on, show me how pretty you look cumming on a real cock,” he whispers by your ear, using the hand that’s around your throat to lift up your head, before roughly pushing it back down, squeezing tighter. “you like it this rough?— shit, shit, you’re tightening.”

you scream, voice cracking and broken as he slams into you again, his hips grinding against yours momentarily, pelvis hitting your clit— and you’re gone, thrashing in his hold, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you sob and heave, your body shaking uncontrollably beneath him, hips shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. it’s not a few seconds later that he’s spilling inside of you, accidentally pressing his palm down against your throat as he cums, blocking your airway momentarily.

“hngh,” he gasps deeply, cock twitching inside of you as he cums, hips barely grinding. you’re gasping, a little painfully, struggling to take in any air as he blinks dazedly, before he finally takes notice. “shit, shit, i’m sorry.”

his hand flies away from your throat, and you inhale sharply, coughing lightly as air fills your lungs all too suddenly. the strength of this man, holy fuck.

“i’m so sorry; are you okay?”

chest still heaving, you fall onto the bed, body relaxing as you try and regulate your breathing. “s’okay, i’m okay,” you reassure him, hands reaching up to pat at his cheeks and comb through his messy, sweaty hair.

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and it’s so endearing that you nearly forget he’s still inside of you. but you feel the shift of his cock, feel his cum slowly start to ooze out of your cunt, and he winces from the oversensitivity, shifting away to instead pull out of you. his soft cock falls from your cunt, a steady flow of his cum following. hajime has to physically resist from reaching out to fuck it back into you.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t careful ‘nough with the—“ he makes a gesture with his hands around his neck, “—the choking.”

you laugh lightly, tiredly, hands slowly caressing at his sweaty biceps. “stop apologizing,” you reassure him again, shrugging with a small smile as you add, “just be more careful next time.”

his breath gets caught in his chest, and he only softly exhales when he falls on the bed, to your side, carefully repeating, “next time.”

from beside him, you lift yourself up on your side on your elbow, palm cradling your head, trying your best not to wince in pain. “hajime?”

he spares you a glance as he mumbles, “hm?” opting to stare at the ceiling and contemplate whether what had just happened was real life or not.

“do you wanna do a video with me?”

he all but chokes.

end note; please this took me like 4+ hours. please please please don’t flop, and more importantly, i really hope i don’t disappoint. i know this has been a long awaited piece, so i’m praying and hoping you guys love it.

love you all, mwah <3

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