#(and turning out to be either right on the money or even partially-right is the other half of the fun)

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looking very closely at the website neighborhood and here's some little things i noticed (plus some overthinking & flower symbolism):

~ the only butterflies on the "map" are the ones outside of Frank's house, and the single one outside of Eddie's.

~~ i think the flowers outside of Eddie's are either hyacinths or lavender. given that the flowers are different colors, they're probably hyacinths. which is a Fascinating choice to me, because hyacinths can symbolize regret, devotion (especially beyond death), love, forgiveness, and jealousy - depending on the flower color. Eddie has light blue, dark blue, and purple. The butterfly is landing on the purple one (sorrow, mourning, forgiveness, regret, devoted love).

~~ its also Fascinating because the myth behinds hyacinths is about the greek god Apollo and his (male) human lover, Hyacinthus. they were playing discus (metal frisbee). Apollo threw the discus too hard, and it bounced back and hit Hyacinthus, killing him. devastated, Apollo grew the hyacinth flower from Hyacinthus' spilled blood. SO THE FACT THAT EDDIE, GAY PUPPET EDDIE, HAS HYACINTH FLOWERS OUTSIDE THE POST OFFICE IS UM. INCH RESTING!

~~ (also also in the myth, Apollo wanted to rescind his immortality to join Hyacinthus in his death. and in an alternate version of the myth, Hyacinthus was technically murdered, because Zephyrus was jealous that Apollo preferred a mortal over him & purposefully blew the discus off course to strike Hyacinthus. things to think about. yes, in this whole myth metaphor im viewing Eddie as Hyacinthus and Frank as Apollo. do with this what you will)

~ All of the trees in the neighborhood are in the same general style, except for the tree outside of Sally's home, which is a pine tree. i wonder why!

~ the only buildings with second floors are Barnaby's, Frank's, Sally's, and Poppy's homes. rip the "wally falls down the stairs" memes

~ there's a teeny tiny Home in the post office display window

~ Julie's house has quite a lot of heart symbolism. like, a weird amount. an amount to the point where i now have an entire theory around what her role and arc might be. i Will talk about it with minimal prompting.

~ one of the swingset balloons has a happy face balloon with its eyes closed, which stands out to me (and fuels my julie theory)

~ the only neighbors who don't have flowers outside of their buildings are Sally, Julie (disregarding decoration), and Howdy.

~ Poppy has daffodils, which symbolize rebirth, new beginnings, resilience, and hope. however, they have a negative side of selfishness.

~ Barnaby has red, yellow, and blue tulips. red means undying love, admiration, and truth. yellow means "there's sunshine in your smile", joy, happiness, friendship - But it can also mean unrequited love or jealousy. Blue means individuality, trust, and good luck

~~ note that there's a dead/trampled white tulip. white tulips symbolize sorrow, "my condolences", apology, honor, purity, faith.

~ Frank has sunflowers, daisies, and some others, but those i think are more generic, unspecific flowers for added decoration. i couldn't find a "red flower on vine" that fits the general look of the ones on his house. now, sunflowers symbolize adoration, loyalty, longevity, happiness (also, might i add that these flowers are from another greek myth about apollo, this one where Apollo turns a jealous nymph into a sunflower for snitching on his mortal lover, which got her (the lover) killed. inch resting indeed.)

~~ also blue daisies, which i am assuming are the blue flowers outside his house, symbolize freedom, trust, loyalty, confidence, and honesty. lots of positivity surrounding Frank's house!

~ Wally has daisies. these symbolize innocence, purity, new beginnings, hope, and affection. it can also symbolize the ability to keep a secret. a fun fact i found interesting is the word daisy comes from an old english word meaning "day's eye."

~~ do i believe these flower choices were purposeful? maybe. probably. it does seem strange that there are specific, distinct flowers drawn in equally specific parts of the "map", while a couple of generic "cartoon" style flowers are sprinkled throughout

~ three green apples are growing on the tree next to Howdy's Place

~ it stands out to me that the bodega window above the fruit stands is completely blacked out. no window shine or nothing

~ Sally's "yard" is weirdly barren. everyone else's buildings (excluding Home) has several things decorating the surrounding area. all she has is a spotlight and a tree.

~ Barnaby's house having paint all over it (and a paintbrush & can next to it) is just cute to me. it makes me think that he wanted to paint like his lil' buddy Wally and just went ham with it. or it was a team effort between them<3

~ it took me a while to notice the tiny "Eddie's" painted above Post Office. it gives the vibe (to me) of him tacking on the "Eddie's" to make the office feel more like his. maybe he saw the sign "Howdy's Place" and decided to paint his name on his building to make himself feel more established and at home

~ there's something on / part of Frank's roof. i don't know what it is. if anyone has an idea please tell me its driving me insane. at first i thought it was a chimney but theres two? making an additional symmetrical structure? idk!!

~ there are only three buildings with straight up rainbows. Eddie's post office (hanging from the roof and in the window), Sally's house (the entire front), and Frank's house (butterfly on the door wreath. i almost didn't catch it, it's a sneaky one!)

#conclusion: i am definitely overthinking but being proven wrong through discovery is half of the fun #(and turning out to be either right on the money or even partially-right is the other half of the fun) #its just!!! its really strange how fitting some of the flower choices are!! #eddie has flowers that are 'from' a greek myth about tragic gay love. #barnaby has a trampled tulip that is often used as a sympathy funeral flower. along with all of his other character references to death #frank has one of the few flowers other than hyacinths that directly links to a greek myth where apollo's mortal lover dies tragically #(which is just a weird coincidence if you ask me. the canon lovers both having greek myth apollo based tragic love flowers) #wally has flowers that symbolize keeping secrets and whos etymology is literally 'days eye'. him. the eye contact connoisseur #who's from something that puts emphasis on daytime while spurning night as something forbidden #ITS JUST!!!! WHY DOES IT FIT SO WELL!!!! #either these are some craaaaazy coinkydinks or this was Purposeful. #my flower-symbolism loving ass is chewing on this like a rabid dog #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home speculation

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After Bradley finally breaks things off with his girlfriend just days before the start of a deployment, he expects a few lonely months of nobody writing to him or waiting for his return. But the fateful arrival of a package from a class of fourth graders learning about aviation changes everything.

Warnings: Fluff, language, breakup angst

Length: 2200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley had his duffle bag open on his bed, tidy stacks of his uniform components, flight suits, and underwear lined up next to it. He had his checklist in front of him. He liked to be as organized as possible.

"Are you even listening to me? I thought we were going out to dinner."

He looked up from his partially packed toiletry bag into the annoyed eyes of Vanessa where she stood on the other side of the bed. He was seven months into this relationship, and sometimes he wondered why either of them still bothered. She knew his routine by now. She knew what his deployments were like, but she had absolutely no patience for any of it.

"Ness, I'm leaving in four days. I just need to focus on this for a few minutes so I know what I need to buy before Wednesday, and then we can go out and eat."

"It's already seven o'clock. I thought you'd have finished packing by now," she replied with a pout and a glare. "Every nice restaurant is going to have a long wait now, because I'm just going to go ahead and assume that you didn't make a reservation anywhere."

He took a deep breath and let it out before pressing his lips together. What he really wanted was to order something for delivery, cuddle on the couch, watch a movie and have the first round of hot, goodbye sex. But she'd never go for it now. Apparently he'd already fucked up for the night. 

"No, I didn't make a reservation," he said calmly, and she rolled her eyes and reached for her phone. "I really don't even feel like going out. I'll be gone for months, stuck in a tiny bunk or a loud mess hall. I'd like to stay in tonight where it's quiet. Just me and you."

But she wasn't listening at all. "Let me see if Woodmere has any tables left," she muttered. "If not there, then I can try The Landmark." She looked as beautiful as she always did, but he couldn't even stand the sight of her right now.

"Ness. I want to stay in."

She groaned and looked him in the eye. "Of course you do. You always want to stay in. You always want to decompress or read a book. That's not healthy, you know that, right? I shouldn't have to force you out of your comfort zone all the time."

"Fuck," he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. His job was demanding, both mentally and physically. He usually preferred quiet over loud, because his own thoughts started to buzz when she dragged him out all over the place. And now she was glaring at him again. "Are you even going to miss me?" he asked softly, afraid of the answer. "You haven't said so one time since I told you about this deployment."

She heaved a deep and annoyed sigh. "You're deployed so frequently, Bradley, it's like you're the government's bitch. And if the Navy is going to insist upon eating up taxpayer money, the least they could do is pay you more."

His skin started to crawl as she went off about his career like always, but he'd honestly had enough. He raised his voice louder and asked once again, "Are you even going to miss me?"

Vanessa scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course I'm going to miss you. What kind of question is that? I'll be bored every weekend, waiting for you to get back, like usual. I almost never go out when you're deployed."

Bradley's heart started to pound in a way that made his palms sweat and his stomach turn. "Jesus, Vanessa. I asked if you're going to miss me. Not miss going out every weekend."

When she hesitated for a beat, he reached out to brace his hand on his headboard. "Yes, Bradley. I am going to miss you. Okay? Happy?"

"Fuck, no. I'm not happy Vanessa." And that was the bottom line right there. The absolute truth. And it didn't hurt to say it, rather he immediately felt better. He knew he would miss the sporadic emails and the phone calls and the dirty pictures and the reunion sex. The upcoming weeks would be harder without those things to look forward to, but at least he'd come home to his own place where he could do what he wanted instead of what he was told. He wouldn't have to listen to her negativity. "I think we need to break up."

Her eyes went wide with shock. "Excuse me?"

Bradley let go of the bed and ran his hand over his face. "You heard me, Ness. This isn't working. For either of us."

"Don't call me Ness," she snapped, immediately turning toward his bedroom door. "You're not my boyfriend anymore." She paused briefly, just long enough to say, "Fuck you," and then she was gone. 

He sat on the edge of his bed for a couple minutes, but it didn't take long to sort through his feelings. The immediate sense of calm that he felt had him convinced he'd done the right thing. There was no shared living space. There was no ring. There was no real commitment. Maybe he'd always known why that was the case. 

So he packed up his bag and made a shopping list, and when his stomach started to growl, he ordered dinner for himself from his favorite restaurant. He didn't cry, and he didn't worry about having to do anything he didn't want to do.

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The first few weeks of his deployment were great. He spent a lot of time in the air, and he flirted a bit with some of the women who approached him in the gym on the aircraft carrier. He jerked off while he thought about whomever he fucking wanted to. He didn't spend very much time reflecting on his relationship with Vanessa other than to acknowledge that it wasn't much of a relationship at all. In the moments where he thought maybe he missed her, he realized he just missed the idea of having someone who cared about him.

He was about a month in when he realized the attractive woman who always touched his arm in the gym was actually married, and he was not all about that. He was also maybe kind of getting tired of masturbating which was a depressing thought. He was bored, and he was lonely, and other than randomly hooking up with someone, he figured his best bet was finding a book or something to read. 

When he made his way to dinner, he heard everyone talking about the helicopter that had landed on deck less than an hour ago stacked full of containers of mail. There was a line of officers trailing down the hallway adjacent to the mess hall, everyone waiting patiently to pick up parcels from their loved ones. Since Bradley had basically nobody who would think to write to him, he made his way toward the food instead. 

His tray was piled high with everything he could get his hands on, and when he looked for somewhere to sit, he had to deftly avoid that stacked lieutenant who had a husband at home. He found a table off in the corner and devoured his dinner alone. When he stood to drop off his empty dishes and tray, some petty officers entered the cavernous room to drop off unclaimed mail. 

"Harper, Jonathan! Pauley, Vincent! Dixon, Jennifer! Sutter, Wesley! Bradshaw, Bradley!"

He was more than a little intrigued as he made his way up along with a handful of others, and then a white envelope and a small cardboard box were thrust into his hands. The envelope was addressed to him by name in familiar chicken scratch that made him smile. He shouldn't have counted Natasha out, especially when his birthday was in a few days. 

He tore into the envelope as he made his way back to his bunk. It contained a very short letter along with a coupon for buy one get one free steak dinners at her favorite restaurant with a post-it stuck to the back. 

This is your birthday present. Now when you take me out for my birthday when you get home, you only have to pay half as much. You're welcome.

He snorted as he unlocked his bunk door and tossed everything from Nat onto the small nightstand. And then he examined the box. It wasn't addressed to him. Not really. It was addressed to 'A Deployed US Naval Aviator' in tidy handwriting. Then he noticed the return address was from an elementary school in Mira Mesa, and his curiosity got the best of him.

Bradley sat on the edge of his bed and tore gently into the packaging to find the box was jam packed with items and overflowing with envelopes. He tipped the box, and everything went cascading out onto his narrow bed. There were a lot of snacks, and a pack of trail mix caught his eye, making his stomach growl.

"I just fed you," he muttered but ripped into the snack anyway, dumping half of it into his mouth in one go. He was eyeing the envelopes carefully, each one distinctly unique. Some had names written on them, and some had little doodles or pictures, but they definitely seemed to be from a class of kids who went to the school. He sifted through them until he found a slightly larger, more official looking envelope which once again said To: A Deployed US Naval Aviator.

He finished his snack, silently thanking the class of kids and their teacher, and then he opened the big envelope. He pulled out a typed up letter which was folded around a few photos that slid onto his lap. Then he started to read.

Dear United States Naval Aviator,

First of all, thank you for your service. Second, let us introduce ourselves. We are one of the fourth grade classes from Mira Mesa Elementary School, and we have been learning all about aviation for the last month or so. We have combined our science, math and social studies classes into one unit all about flying, and we have learned so much. We really wanted to share some of what we learned with you in the hopes that you might be able to help us learn even more!

Each student in the class has included a letter filled with information and some questions. If you have some free time and are inclined to do so, we would love to hear back from you. (No pressure!) There are plenty of thoughtful questions that my students would appreciate more information about. (Once again, only if you want to!) And I for one would love to give them the chance to show off what they learned to a professional. (I'm just a proud teacher!)

Thank you very much for indulging our curiosity thus far, and we hope to hear back from you. I'll include my email address just in case you have any questions or would prefer to reply that way. Otherwise you can send mail directly to the address for the school along with my name, and it will get to us. We hope we are about to dazzle you with our letters, and we wish you well on your deployment.

Sincerely,

The best fourth graders you will ever meet along with their teacher

Bradley was chuckling as he finished reading. Of course he would take the time to look at all of the notes from the kids and send back a response. It wasn't like he'd be tied up talking to Vanessa. This little project would keep him busy when he had nothing else to do, and besides, this was the kind of shit he would have thought was outlandishly cool when he was a fourth grader himself. 

He read and reread the name and accompanying email address at the bottom of the page. This teacher sounded charming, and he'd only read three paragraphs from her. He flipped the page over to double check that she hadn't written anything more, already wishing she had. Then he picked up the photos that had landed on his thigh and started to flip through them.

First he saw a group of kids outside in the bright San Diego sunlight, lined up and throwing paper airplanes. Then he flipped to one where some of the kids were sitting at their desks building more elaborate planes out of pieces of foam. There was another photo of the class on some sort of field trip, but it was the last photo in the stack that had him sitting up a little taller and taking a closer look.

"Damn."

The kids were all lined up once again, wearing a rainbow of colors, some making silly faces. But his eyes caught on their teacher. On you. Smiling back at him from the photo like you had an amusing secret. Like you wanted to share it with him.

"Fucking gorgeous."

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And, we're off. Oh, he thinks we are cute. Oh, he is about to be charmed even more. Thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone a little bit with this one, and thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 2

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[nymphomatique]

Thinking of overstimulating nerd!miguel to the point of tears and squirting (people w penises squirt too if the tip is stimulated enough!)

read this ask and immediately took it too far i’m depraved,,, miguel gets pegged and squirts 😔

cw: gn!reader, you can either have on a strap or have a real pp 🕺🏽, pegging, d/s dynamics, spit, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex (use protection!!!), prone bone, bad ending i didn’t know how to finish this off LMFAO, erm idk at this point 😔 not proofread you guys know the deal. enjoy!

you were sitting on the couch in your dorm (what your mothers money could buy, you were some days grateful for), back against the arm, scrolling aimlessly on your laptop. next to you say miguel, your feet in his lap as he massaged them gently. he was engrossed in whatever science fiction movie was playing on your flatscreen tv. ex-machina you want to say? the two of you sat like this for a while, but knowing miguel, you’re not surprised when you feel something stiff brush against your feet in his lap.

your eyes flit over your laptop to miguel’s face. even with only partial view of his face, you can see the light tint of red upon his cheeks, and you can’t help but smile a bit. “hey,” you call out, lowering your laptop screen and placing it on the floor to fully look at his side profile. he responds with an inquisitive hum, still focused on the movie.

“i can feel your dick stabbing my feet, you freak,” you laugh out, crossing your arms under your chest. miguel turns to look at you and starts sputtering an apology, but you’re swinging your feet off of his lap to stand, placing yourself within his lap. your hand comes up to his face, your four fingers and thumb on either side squishing his cheeks mid sentence.

“who said i didn’t like it?” you say, looking at him in his deep eyes. you can’t help but be honest when caught in the crossfire of his gaze. you let go of his cheeks, your arms wrapping around his neck and your face burried within the book between his face and your arm. your lips are right next his ear, and with a smile you lick up the shell of it, earning a soft “f-fuck” and a buck of miguel’s hips up into yours. you let out a giggle and move your head to face him again, arms still around his strong neck. his hands move from their grip on their couch to your hips. much better, you think.

for a moment, you look at him, and he looks at you. miguel, miguel, miguel. he’s all encompassing. no matter how much control you feel you yield over him, you find yourself weak to him. submissive in your own right to him, and it tears you apart inside. you blink back your thoughts, and succumb to the pull you feel towards him in the moment. i really want to kiss you, you think. and you do, you kiss him soft, lips touching ever so lightly you feel as if you’ll pass out if you take anymore from him, if he gives anymore to you. and the kiss is soft for a while, your hands coming to cusp his face in your embrace. his hands rub soft circles within your hips. you pull apart, and you feel overwhelmed at the sight of him. abashed and turned on, the two of you are. looking at him in this moment is like looking in a mirror, you feel to intense want wafting off him.

“wanna try somethin’ with you,” you state, still sat atop him, letting yourself fall into the brown pools of color in his eyes. “yeah?” he nods, and his fingers rub up and down your sides slowly, an act you’re sure is one he’s doing absent mindedly but you can’t help but feel the heat trickle into your abdomen at the sensation.

“wanna fuck your ass,” you say, watching his face. a look of surprise takes over, and you see him silently contemplating what to answer you with. you look at him, silently trying to say it’s okay to say no, without wanting to crawl out of your skin if embarrassed for feeling so scared to ask the question in the first place. after a moments silence, he answers. “okay.” steady, sure.

you feel like the pressure crushing your chest has lifted, the tension dissolving into an impatient arousal. you kiss him once more, chaste, and get off of his lap to strip, and you command him the same. once both naked, you grab his hand and walk to your bed, ditching the uncomfortable couch you were laying on. “lay down f’me,” you say, pushing miguel down to the bed by his chest. and ever so obediently, he does as you say. and you can’t help but feel proud, smug even. he does what only you say, nobody else.

you look upon his naked body, taking a moment to admire him brazen muscle and braun, his trail of black hair starting at his lower abdomen, trailing to the base of his thick cock. you feel a tightness squeeze within you looking at his dick, mouthwateringly beautiful and thick. you crawl onto the bed stomach down, and position your head between his thighs. “knees up,” you tell him, kissing his inner thigh. he does as you tell him, a small sigh leaving him. “so pretty down here, aren’t you?” you say, grabbing his dick with your left hand. wordlessly, you take it slow, licking small stripes along the shaft of him, thumb rubbing circles around his tip tenderly. you lick, and lick, and rub until you feel yourself getting impatient to taste him, the precinct swirling and spreading under your thumb making you salivate, you remove your hands from him opting to cup his balls as you take him in your mouth slowly at first. you sink down until your throat encases all of miguel within you. miguel hisses at the feeling and his hips jerk up, and you moan around him. you pull your head back, and forward until you’re in a steady rhythm of milking him with your throat.

“f-feels good. g’nna cum- fuck!” miguel hisses. you remove him from you throat and veer towards his balls, heavy and waiting right below his thick cock. you don’t hesitate to put the sack into your mouth, suckling softly as your hand jerks him up and down in quick pace. under your ministrations, miguel slowly unravels at the seams, your stimulation making him burn up inside. your unoccupied left hand trails up miguel’s leg, from his knees and up his thigh. from there, you move your hand down to miguel’s ass, using a finger to scoop up the trail of spit leaking down between your mouth and his taint, coating your finger in it. after lubricating your finger, you slowly move to circle the ring of muscle, throbbing under your touch. you rub around the tight hole, hearing miguel’s moans at your teasing.

you take your mouth off of his balls, licking a stripe up from his sack to the tip of his leaking dick. “tell me you want my finger in that tight little ass of yours,” you say, lust oozing from your voice.

“please! need your fingers inside me,” he breathes out, clearly frustrated at your sudden halt in pleasuring him.

“i know you do, baby, can’t wait to destroy your ass,” you whisper, kissing your way down miguel’s shaft to his balls once more. your lips engulf the skin, warming and massage it within your mouth. your jerking continues as well, and you finally push your finger slowly into miguel’s ass.

“f-fuck, thank you, feels so good. ah!”

you pump your finger slowly in an out slowly, eventually working into an even rhythm. “just one finger and you’re fallin’ apart f’me?” you tease, stoping your stimuli on his balls. “gonna put another finger up there, bet you want that huh?” you ask, jerking him up and down quickly as your fingers caress his anal walls.

“yes! please oh my god i’ll do anythi-“

you insert another finger, curling them upwards while you pull and push in and out. miguel is uncontrollable underneath you, squirming and twitching haphazardly on the bed. you spit on his ass, adding a third finger within him. his hips buck up, and you can’t help but giggle at his inability to control himself. “i know you feel good, cum for me baby.” and he does, spurting his cum all over your slowing hand, your jerking coming to a halt along with your prodding fingers. you remove your hands from miguel, crawling up the bed to reach his face. he looks sated and blissed, eyes closed and chest heaving.

you bring your hand up to carcass the side of his face, and his eyes flutter open. “taste yourself,” you say, moving your cum coated fingers into miguel’s mouth, a mouth that sucks you clean with no hesitation. his tongue swirls around your fingers, warming and wetting them simultaneously.

“fuck miguel, should see how you look suckin’ on me like that,” you sigh out. you pull your fingers from his mouth slowly, watching his lips let your ligaments go. “not done with you yet baby, turn around f’me,” you say to him, tapping his cheeks softly. lackadaisically, he turns onto his stomach, ass up.

you prep yourself behind him and move to grab the lube in the nightstand next to you. you open the bottle and slick yourself up, pouring some between miguel’s cheeks as well. the coldness causes him to jump and you laugh, “ready?” you ask.

“yes, p-please.”

you place your legs on the outside of either of miguel’s and lean your pelvis forward, pushing your dick through his tight sphincter. immediately you’re met with resistance, miguel silent but still tensing at the intrusion. “gotta loosen up for me, yeah? wanna get fucked like a good little boy dontcha? need to fit myself inside you,” you say, massaging miguel’s ass with both hands.

you hear miguel whimpering and let out a soft okay, and you continue to push, slowly. “fuckin’ squeezing my dick down there, miguel. you want it that bad?” you tease him. he lets out a moan in protest, but you shush him. “s’okay. you know it’s my job to fuck you like you need, hmm? todays no different.”

you push until you’ve reached the hilt, pelvis against miguel’s ass, chest against his back. “tell me when you’re ready, okay?” you whisper in his ear. and after a minute, he breaks the silence with a ready, and you slowly pull yourself out, and pushing back in, falling into a soft rhythm. here and there, you hear a quiet moan from miguel, until he gets restless and tells you to go faster.

and faster you go, lifting your hips up and slamming them back down, the contact of your pelvis against miguel’s ass reverberating loudly through your dorm.

“f-feels so good. fuck my ass harder, p-please!” miguel groans. who are you to deny him? with you arms as leverage and your knees on the bed, you use all the momentum you have to fuck him senselessly as he asked you too. and you fucking him hard, your thrusts causing a cry of pleasure or a string of curses everytime you come down onto him. you’re so good, miguel starts crying.

“p-please let me cum- feels so good ohmygod, fuck! s-so big, i feel so good. thank you thank you thank you,” miguel babbles, and you kiss the back of his neck, fucking him deep and hard. “cum for me, show me how good i make you feel,” you grown out, feeling your finish peaking over the horizon.

you lift yourself up and grab miguel’s hips to bring them up, fucking him in doggy so you can jerk him off. his dick is incredibly hard when you reach around to touch it, his tip red and weeping. you thumb his tip and he starts shaking as he fucks himself back onto you.

“g-gonna pee, s-stop,” miguel breathes out. “nuh-uh, let it all out right here baby,” you say, hips still fucking into him brutally. log my god he groans, head falling into the sheets.

you jerk him as you fuck him, relentless in your stimulating. and finally, with a weak moan, miguel groans and shudders while he squirts clear liquid all over your sheets. you grown at the mess he made, fucking up into him for a few more thrusts until you finish. when you finally pull out of miguel, he lets out a whine and you laugh, laying down against him.

“i can’t believe you actually squirted,” you laugh. and he covers his face with your silk cased pillow, embarrassed. you can’t help but laugh and kiss his forehead.

“alright, get up water hose, gotta clean you and my bed.”

#<nerd!miguel3 #you’ve got mail💌 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel atsv smut #miguel o’hara x you #sub miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut

[satoruhour]

hello :) may i ask a husband nanami headcanons? your so talented!

a/n: ty anon !!! i hope u like this :3

warnings: (in second half of post) pregnancy kink? breeding / creampie kink ofc, consensual somnophilia, praise, pet names

i. sfw headcanons

nanami is so sweet when he first proposes to you! ofc you have sex on the daily or weekly but when he’s reading his speech to you when he’s kneeling down it’s so sweet that you cry

and this dude wonders why you’re tearing up when his words literally mirror a poet’s LMFAO

nanami proposes at a quiet place only the two of you frequent, to avoid unwanted attention like crowds (he’s just thinking about gojo and how annoying he would be)

but also because he just wants it to be as special as he can make it out to be

honestly, if the whole kuantan thing works out he would love to propose there while the waves and horizon set the scene naturally. like he already knew he wanted to retire from being a jujutsu sorcerer here but he just melts when you’re here too. everything wrapped up in one, and the tear-filled “yes!!!” makes him jump and warms his heart

has a dinner laid out for you and everything and if the beach is deserted he wouldn’t mind having u right there LOL hes quiet but freaky just sayin’ !!!

when you walk down the aisle he cries. really

and is now obsessed with how he can call you ”his wife” as opposed to “his girl” 

okay but now on to the domesticity. the dynamics are almost the same: he isn’t against you heading out to earn your own money, and he’s more than happy to be a stay-at-home husband if you want him to, but seeing you in your cute apron has him already thinking of family and how you would bounce the baby on your arm as you prepare dinner

nanami is more doting when he’s your husband, not that he wasn’t before, but he thinks it’s the old age when he sees your leg cramp and he massages it or when you squint at your book so he turns up your lamp to a higher setting

also likes to flaunt off his wedding ring, albeit with flushed cheeks. he does it when he drinks tea, sliding gojo his paper work, polishing his weapon and it’s silent, laidback bragging and only gets annoyed when gojo asks about it

if anyone else does it he’s happy to talk about you lol

is a lot more slack when it comes to his salary and treating you to things, saying things like “oh, it’s okay, my pretty wife deserves this”

nanami does his part of the housework now that you’re permanently living together and pulls his weight — buying cleaning supplies, folding the laundry, buying food for the dog

he doesn’t care much about gender roles and is willing to show you that a good husband shouldn’t just be a milestone to complete and then immediately refuses to participate in household work

deadbeat husbands = boooooo

for now you’re still busy as jujutsu sorcerers, but after a year or two of being married he’s trying to convince you to take less missions, partially because he’s afraid of curses taking advantage of your relationship (not that they didnt before, but now they have a leverage against you) and marriage to hold either of you hostage

but the main reason for the persuasion is because he wanted a kid. and you step back in shock because nanami kento? wanting a kid? it seemed so out of character for him but considering how much he liked to come in you… was already pretty telling

like he loved the dog but also wanted like. biological kids. it was wild, he knows, even when you tell gojo (he’s still a little mad that you did, but it was an accident), even the six-eyes user was pretty surprised.

when the kid comes he’s just. crying again. he really loves you so much, and the fact that you carried a baby for nine months and was in pain for 12 hours and then pushed a whole ass baby out ur vagina? goddamn

you two name her nanami kumiko and he holds her like she’s the only one in the world (besides you), cooing gently as how the baby seem to snuggle into his warmth

he gives her a danish name too: ida, but he’s not sure if he should include it in the birth certificate, so he didn’t

he is very protective of his girl, especially how you techniques seemed to be passed down and how the jujutsu society might be seeking out your offspring in kuantan, but he makes sure no one comes close to the two of you, even asking gojo reluctantly to monitor any news of the higher-ups looking to ruin her childhood

nanami really thinks it’s age now, because he find it so hard to say no to your baby girl whenever she asks for something — whether non-verbal or verbal

is a calm dad, usually burping the baby after you feed her, changing her diapers, etc., even suggesting bonding by holding her close with skin-to-skin contact and you're surprised he even knows about that

you give in when you see that he does it anyway, rocking the baby softly on the balcony with his top off, already knowing she’s going to be a daddy’s girl when she grows up

spoils his daughter but still disciplines her when it’s necessary, but he reverts to gentle parenting when he needs to. learns how to tie hair because of her, teaches her about manners and consent and tells her he has no problem if she decides to punch a guy one day. she’s just confused lol, why would i need to do that, dad?

bless him, she got your kind disposition, but yeah he emphasises that she should stand up for herself if needed

during pregnancy, he’s also making sure you never lift a finger, running across the house to complete errands, going out to buy your cravings and regulating your diet. it’s pretty cute but nanami is sometimes really strict about what you eat because he doesn’t want your health to decline lol

“just one cup of coffee… please?”

nanami only grunts in disapproval, hoping a peck to your forehead can wake you up, ”no.”

okay but that’s a lot, i have a lot of Thoughts

now…. 

ii. nsfw headcanons

building on that hc earlier abt going from calling you ”his girl” to ”his wife”, he uses it so much in the bedroom you’d think it was a fetish

and you kinda understand it, there’s the jump of your heart when he introduces you as “his wife” compared to a mere girlfriend

honest to god, coming home that day and seeing you cook wasn’t the first time he’s thought of having a kid. it’s happened many times before, seeing you interact with the first-years, guiding a first-grader home after a mission

and sure he’s done it before, but you’re always on the pill and he has really really thought of getting a vasectomy, but then he thinks of how cute you’d look with a round belly, carrying his baby and that glow that he knows he’s the reason for

so the day he proposes to you, he fucks you like an animal, cumming deep in you with choked groans and fills you up.

wedding night? same thing

but what really got him going was after he told you about wanting a kid, and you begging with those eyes of yours is what drove that string to snap. “i w-want you— shit— to fuck a baby into me, kento!” 

wheew and he goes insane. nanami loves it when you beg for his cum, legs locked around his body to get him to do it. you’re relentless too, spreading your folds for him as his cum seeps out slowly and soon he’s fucking his cum deep into you again, filling you up two, three, four times

and he doesn’t exactly care if that time doesn’t work because now he knows you aren’t taking contraception so he just does it regularly for good measure.

you aren’t complaining because you’ve never seen nanami so feral when he’s pushing his cum deep into you, whether it’s with his cock or with his fingers. that period before your pregnancy was so fulfilling that you wouldn’t mind pushing out another baby for your husband, if it meant getting railed by a man on a mission to make you a mommy

by god he fucks you on every surface of the house

when you’re pregnant too, you can’t help but get wet bc of your hormones and sometimes comes home from work, tired and needing some relief

he finds relief between your legs when you’re sleeping, talking about how nice it was to get used while sleeping, but you didn’t expect nanami to utilise it while you’re pregnant. you wince and groan as you sit up, but you need to see your husband lapping at your cunt immediately, moaning into your core like a starved man

but ofc nanami is a lot gentler when you’re pregnant. he offers to do the work, thrusts gentler and less impactful, but he still feels so good

a few years after marriage, sex is still an ongoing thing, but it’s converted more into love-making and lazy intercourse because you weren’t exactly young. sure you both would go crazy a few times a week but it was difficult with a maturing kid in the room next to yours.

you both would also take the time to discover other kinks!!! always busy, it was a difficult thing to do, but in between taking care of kumiko and handling lighter missions, you’d find new ways to continue keeping your love and sex life exciting

nanami liked going slow with you too though whispering into your ears endless praises of how you were doing do well, settling into missionary so he could see how his thrusts still had the same effect it did on you years ago

“doing so well, sweetheart. that’s it… my pretty wife’s such a good girl f’r me.” 

nanami wasn’t against a second child, but sometimes he sees how much you go through in labour and in pregnancy that he becomes lightheaded with what could happen to you, especially with the unexpected illnesses that come with pregnancies. he told himself he would only grant you another if you ask for it

but then one day when kumiko prances up to you in the midst of her math homework, asking when she would get a little sibling and youre taken aback while nanami just chokes on his tea

yeah, sure, you taught her sex education way before her peers and how babies are made but you didn’t expect to actually ask the two of you straight up about having a sister or brother

that night, you mulled over the decision, and nanami mumbles into your neck from the back, ”don’t worry about kumiko, baby. she’ll probably forget it sooner or later.”

“but what if i want to give her one though?” you mumble, your smaller hand guiding his lower and lower…

“do you want to?” nanami only can suck in a breath when he feels your throbbing cunt, your nimble fingers showing his how you liked your clit to be rubbed. even if he knows you inside out he still lets you do it, “i do… do you, kento?”

his first name is whispered, breaking the tension and nanami has to hold himself back from handling you too roughly, loving the way you grin languidly.

oh, here comes round 2!

omg headcanons are so fun lol i never wrote 1k words so fast since they’re informal and chill

#anon #asks #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk smut #nanami headcanons #nanami fluff #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #nanami x you #jjk fluff #nanami smut #kento nanami #kento nanami smut #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento jjk

[forgeofthenine]

Ok I'm sorry but I need to get this off my chest

Imagine reader (whoes not a tiefling) would do pigtails or like put their hair up on each side for one of the tieflings to pull at while giving them head

Because I mean whenever they would give reader head, they're gonna pull their horns so it would be only fair right?

I'm sorry but this thought just won't leave my head aaaaaaaaa

Gotta admit Anon, this idea lived rent free in the back of my mind for a little bit while I mulled over what I thought each character would be like. I hope this helps the thought get out of your head or maybe just make it worse :)

TW: NSFW under cut, minor bondage, student/teacher roleplay, rough oral sex (M recieving)

Nsfw headcanons of the bachelors partner wearing pigtails

Dammon

Surprise him by telling the tiefling to pull your hair

He'll be over the moon with the idea

Dammon already loves when you go down on him, giving him full permission to tug your hair makes it even better

I feel like Dammons a pigtail braids kinda guy

Do your hair in french braids or similar and lay them over your chest if you can

Something about the artistry of braids just attracts the blacksmith

I feel like Dammon would combine this with a decorative rope bondage like shibari, he loves seeing you all done up for him

"Look at you, darling. Always so pretty for me."

He loves the feel of pulling your mouth further down his cock, the sense of control is a real turn on

Dammon is definitely partial to cumming on your chest in situations like this, the sight alone is hot enough he's already wanting more

Zevlor

Zevlor is pleasantly surprised by the idea

He loves when you pull on his horns in bed, so when you suggest he pull on your pigtails he's more than willing to try it

You'll need to encourage him to pull harder if you want something more than a light pull, though

Once you two find a happy medium, it quickly becomes a favourite of his

The feeling of your mouth on him with your hair held firm in his calloused hands

Zevlor will stroke your head too when you come up for air

"Beautiful... You always make me feel so good."

The way he keeps his eyes trained on you even if he's groaning and his hips are shifting under you hands

He'll cum wherever you prefer, but I think he's got a hidden preference for you opening your mouth so he can cum on your tongue and mouth

It's the right level of messy without Zevlor considering it degrading

Rolan

Rolan is absolutely ready to go

He already thinks pigtails are hot on you, but telling him to pull on them too?

If you really want to kill him, wear a wizards apprentice robes and roleplay as his 'student', he might just pass away

If you're okay with it, he's the type to pull your hair so you're deep throating him

Rolan gives Dammon a run for his money as the kinkiest tiefling

Honestly, I feel like Rolan would be extra turned on if you're all teary as he tugs your hair

He wraps your hair around his fingers for a better grip

You can't shut him up either, he's either moaning, whining, or telling you how good you look

"Well, aren't you right at home on your knees? What a good little student, sucking off your teacher for better marks."

He loves loves loves to cum down your throat and see you swallow, it sets off something primal in Rolan

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 dammon #baldurs gate 3 dammon #dammon x reader #bg3 zevlor #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader #bri answers

[animeyanderelover]

💘Could I request itachi with prompt 122. “Don’t be scared. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at them.”?💘

I'll probably announce a date of when I will open my requests again within the next two weeks. I only have 72 left after all which is actually not that much in comparison to what I had before.

Words: 2.4k

Tags: @shumidehiro @naeho @swagenemyartisan

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, abduction, death

Prompt 122

The flames of the campfire licking away at the wood was a captivating sight, your eyes drawn to its brightness. All the chatter and cackling around you slowly turned into white noise as the bright colours of the fire brought your mind to another time. A time where everything in your life had been boring, normal and fine.

When an object was thrown against your head, you were forced to leave your head and return back to the present, surrounded by bounty hunters who had been forcing you to tag along with them for nearly 2 weeks now. Well, Itachi was after all on one of his long missions so you didn't expect any help from him. You didn't even know when he would return.

"Eat up. That's all you're going to get for tonight." One of them told you rudely. You threw him a dirty sideglance as soon as he had turned his back to you, chatting with a few of his pals as you picked up the small package made out of green leaves. A few onigiri were inside, the impact due to the guy having thrown them against your head had caused some of the rice to fall apart. It was a sad meal as you stared at the meager rice balls who had already partially lost their shape. You knew better than to reject the food though because not only would that mean that they might starve you purposely for a bit but you also weren't keen on receiving another hit against your face from one of those idiots. Your cheek still stung slightly even days after you had been knocked down simply by irritating one of the members of this group a bit.

Ultimately they wouldn't kill you though. For now at least. After all people wanted you alive as bait to lure out the famous Itachi Uchiha. Since when had your value only been dragged down to Itachi Uchiha? When had you stopped being your own individual and instead were only famous as his 'lover'?

You munched away on the onigiri, ignoring the glances you received from the women and men around you and the way they snickered tauntingly. They only cared for the money after all. Whatever would happen to you was none of their concerns as long as they received their price for collecting you.

If you remembered right, you'd arrive in a day or two your destination. Then you'd be handed over like a useful tool and would be kept until you'd lose your value, which was obviously only Itachi Uchiha. You could technically be liberated after that because you had only been an innocent citizen before you'd been kidnapped by a famous criminal but you were smarter than to hope for such a thing. You'd probably be either killed in the near future or you'd be kept for another purpose. In either case, you would never be able to go back to your own life.

Well, that was what you had expected and prepared for anyways when you had decided to be abducted once again by those people of your own free will. You had just been tired of being stuck in the small cottage, tired of being forced to wait for weeks until Itachi would return from his missions the Akatsuki had assigned to him and tired of your helplessness to do nothing else. The walls of the cottage had turned suffocating and a heaviness had settled somewhere inside your chest that no warm but ultimately shallow words of apologies and comfort could have erased. You had felt like you were slowly forgetting what you were like until only a shell of you would remain. That's why you had decided to follow those bounty hunters without any resistance when they had found you as you had wandered aimlessly around the woods despite Itachi's urgent warnings to never leave the area.

Had you tried to escape? You didn't know anymore. You just remembered that you had desperately wished to be anywhere else but in this cozy cage which was slowly sucking your soul out of you.

"Time to go to bed for you."

A woman told you as she walked over to you when noticing that you had finished your food, dropping the sleeping back, a pillow and blanket in your hands before walking away again. You let out a sigh as you stood up from your place and started throwing away small rocks or any other objects that might end up poking you annoyingly as soon as you'd lay down. You spread out the sleeping back, felt everyone's eyes watching you as you crawled inside the sleeping back, throwing the blanket you had been given so kindly over your body before flopping your head down the pillow. It smelled terribly after dirt and sweat but you didn't have anything better to use.

One of them walked towards you and to your dismay he stopped when he stood right above you. You just stared at the dark edges of the forest that the light of the fire couldn't reach.

"Your prince didn't show up so far, did he?" He asked you and even if you didn't look him into his face, you could almost picture his disgusting grin on his face. You remained qiet but unfortunately he didn't move, gauging you for any reaction. Was he expecting you to be sad about the fact that Itachi hadn't come so far or what?

"That's lucky for you then, isn't it? If Itachi would have found me by now all of you wouldn't be alive right now." You replied bluntly as you stared straight ahead. Only one or two days more...

"Huh? Would you like to repeat that again?"

You had offended him, angered him with what you saw as the only truth. You could see from the corner of your eyes how he bent down a bit, although you still didn't bother to look at him.

"You're only acting so tough and cool because we're so close to the destination. However, all of you were so tense and rigid in the beginning because you were terrified that Itachi might appear at any second from somewhere. We all know that you wouldn't stand a chance against Itachi even if all of you would fight him at once."

You repeated yourself once again, your voice dismissive and unimpressed by his pathetic attempts to intimidate you. He didn't say anything after that, although you could still feel his eyes glaring down at your body. He didn't utter a single word when he suddenly stepped on you, the heel of his foot pushing heavily down on your shoulders as he put his entire weight down on you. He reeked of sweat and dirt but you kept that for yourself as you clenched your jaw, swallowing down any whimper or other sound that would reveal your pain to his arrogant ass.

Eventually he stepped down from you and for a short moment you thought that he'd let it be only to receive a kick against your ribs in the next moment. You forced the groan of pain down as you bit down on your bottom lip, forcing your eyes to just contiue to stare straight ahead to show him how little you respected him and took him seriously.

He let out a scoff when you didn't budge in any meaningful way before deciding that you were not worth it as he walked away and joined his buddies again. God, you couldn't stand those people or their cocky facade as if all of them thought that they were something special for capturing you when you had really just given them an easy time by allowing them to help you to get away from that dull life you had been forced to live for almost 2 years now. Your current situation was frustrating, angering and downright annoying due to all those dumb people but you preferred it over the nothingness Itachi had forced you into.

~~~

When you woke up, the blinding darkness around you roused you from your sleepy mind. Why was the campfire out? They had never put it out since two of them were always playing guards for the night to ensure that no one would attack them. They had absolutely no confidence to fight in the dark as all they were capable of were a few meek ninjutsu and some mediocre taijutsu and weapon skills.

It's not like they were bad with what they were doing but in comparison to Itachi they just seemed so clumsy and ungraceful. You sat slowly up, your ears trying to pick up any sound as your hearing was the only thing you could rely on right now as you could barely see anything. The lack of noises was the next thing you noticed with growing worries. You couldn't hear any snoring nor any breathing from around you. There was only the same sad silence you had grown to hate, telling you that there was nothing and no one around you. The same silence that had always reminded you that you couldn't choose anything besides withering slowly away.

You couldn't sense nor see him but you knew that he was there. You gave out a pitiful chuckle, hugging your knees as you rested your chin on them.

"How long do you plan to conceal yourself from me, Itachi?"

You would never know how long he had been there already or how long everyone around you had been dead already, you only knew that you suddenly felt his hands resting on your shoulders. Had he been standing behind you the entire time?

A shudder went through your body as you could almost feel coldness creeping up your spine. The air around you became heavier all of a sudden, his presence behind you omnious and powerful. He was nothing like all those murdered people could have stood a chance against and they had clearly paid that with their own lives. There would have been no way for them to get out of this alive, they had been doomed to die from the start. Meeting you had been their demise.

Itachi removed his hands instantly when he noticed the spike of fear inside of you. Your back tingled as you sensed how he tried to suppress all the murderous pressure he had failed to properly contain. It ebbed away slowly as he carefully regained his composure until his presence felt familiar to you again and only a heavy knot inside your chest reminded you that you couldn't trust him.

“Don’t be scared. I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with them.”

Hearing his deep voice made your heart feel heavy once again. You had grown far too familiar with it as it had been the only human sound that had surrounded you for too long until you had almost forgotten how anyone else could have sounded, his voice the only thing echoing around inside your mind.

What did he mean by saying that he wasn't angry with you? Did he know? You wouldn't have been surprised if he would have. It was creepy how well he knew you yet you couldn't still grasp entirely how he functioned and worked.

"You're going to take me back to that soulless place again?"

It sounded less like an actual question and more like an observation you knew would be true anyways.

"We can't go back there. Since the cottage was found by them, there's no guarantee that others won't be able to do the same. It isn't safe there anymore. I'll find another place for us. If you want to take anything from there with you though, I will-"

"Spare me that pretentious guilty tone of yours, will you?" You asked him with an agitated hiss before you forced yourself to calm down, although the guilt dwelling in his voice scratched terribly at your pride and heart.

You stood slowly up, kicking your legs out of the sleeping back before you rose from your position on the ground. Your eyes aimlessly searched around yet the moonlight shining through the trees barely allowed you to see anything. Only Itachi's figure was faintly visible for you and it was the one thing you really didn't want to see.

"I can't see anything. Is it possible for you to light the campfire again?"

"I can't do that. I...I don't want you to see your surroundings."

You clenched your hands into fists when you heard that meek and quieter tone of his again, apologetic and gentle as if you were a baby deer in the woods he didn't want to scare away. You knew that he wanted to spare you the sight of dead bodies he had killed all by himself but this apparent consideration for your own feelings was exactly what you hated so much about him. His guilt angered you, insulted you more than if he would have just been like those bounty hunters. Dealing with an arrogant jerk was far easier than with a man who felt guilty for his own actions and showed you kindess despite being a criminal, mass murderer and your abductor all in one. Because those feelings didn't allow you to read him properly and frightened you silently of the darker side that slumbered underneath that kind facade.

"Nevermind then." You sighed as you carefully tried to feel your way through the darkness with your feet. You didn't appreciate when Itachi instead grabbed your hand carefully and led the way so you wouldn't bump against any bodies on your path.

You could feel his hand clenching ever so slightly around yours. Not enough to hurt you but just enough to make you notice. You wondered if he was silently pondering over something in his head and a bad feeling made itself noticable somewhere in the pit of your stomach. You didn't want to hear him saying those empty words again that would change nothing besides maybe relieving his consciousness a bit by reminding himself that he wasn't as low as he thought he was.

"(y/n)..."

You didn't reply in hopes of him noticing your silent prayers and sparing you from his words. Because by doing so he would have done something far more selfless than acting all nice and considerate whilst still keeping you within a cage he had set up all pretty and nice-looking for you.

"I'm sorry."

You felt your heart drop when he spoke his apology in such a hushed tone. Those were merely words that held no meaning behind them anymore. They were devoid and empty as you had heard them far too many times already and every apology made you feel like getting slowly closer to a breakdown.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere itachi #yandere itachi uchiha

[forzaflwrs]

suzuka blossoms

pairing: lando norris x fem!oc

summary: saki has had no luck when it comes to guys - until lando gets her heart racing after a brief encounter and gradual infatuation at a coffee shop.

format: saki’s (oc) point of view! multi-part!

PROLOGUE

When I saw Lando that day, he was flanked by his security and his hair was tufted messily at the crown of his head, but gradually smoothed over towards the edges of his head. He took a seat nearby to the register I was working at and, to my surprise, came up to order himself.

“One iced matcha latte please.”

Still amazed at the odds that a famous Formula 1 driver had waltzed into the café I work at, I shook my head.

“No?” He chuckled.

I snapped out of my daze rapidly. “Oh no, no, not like that-”

A moment of unbroken silence falls upon us and his eyes do not stray away from mine until I finally show him the baked goods, encased in glass.

“Any pastries perhaps?”

“What do you recommend?”

My cheeks flushed, I replied. “I recommend the Strawberry Cream Brioche.”

“I’ll take one, then, Suki.” He turned to face his entourage of men wearing black tuxedos. “Anything for you guys?”

They don’t respond and Lando takes notice of the smile I have on my face, but does not mention it. I don’t even care that he misread the name tag, pinned to my pocket.

“I’ll have your order taken straight to your table. The name for the order?”

Even though I knew full well who it was.

“Lando. Thank you!” His mouth curls into a smile and his eyes squint, the creases around them being exposed, raw.

Once Lando had finished his food and partially drank his coffee, he walked over to me, after having just served another customer.

“I don’t quite know how it works, but…” He turns back and faces me again. He kisses his teeth and interlocks both hands. “May you clean our table?”

I oblige, waving him away along with his security team as the bell chimes above the door and Lando is whisked away to wherever he was supposed to go to.

Once I had started stacking plates and tucking used napkins into the gaps in between, I noticed one, scrawled on with ink in block capitals and messy handwriting.

LANDO - *******

Swiftly taking it, stuffing it into my apron, then almost immediately taking it out again to affirm what I thought I had saw. Lando Norris? The McLaren driver?

Suzuka is a popular event here each year; people from Nagoya, Tokyo, even some other countries around Asia, flock here to see the tumultuous turns these drivers take to win the race. Ridiculous amount of money is spent, but it’s all in good fun, because families and friends alike come for the atmosphere of it all.

And I just met one of those drivers, giving it his all this weekend.

Incredulous, my mind comes up with remedies to cure the madness that I am experiencing. Surely, this can’t be right?

Despite this, my thoughts continue to stir and I finish my shift, every hour that had passed since I read the note rushed in a blur and a mixture of both pleasant and unpleasant thoughts scrambled until I had finally gotten home.

I argued with myself.

Do I call him? Do I not?

I choose to text, instead. I wish that I did not feel as if I had to contact him, but, either way, it couldn’t hurt — right?

#lando norris #fanfic #f1 #f1 fic #lando fic #formula 1 #racing #motorsports #romance fiction

[acescorazon]

i know you like old man yaoi but have you considered old woman yuri (i want bughawk to kiss and be in love)

Hello, Nonnie whose identity I do not know!!! Thanks for your request!!! This series is partially for you, but it's kind of a slow burn, so there won't be any kisses and lovey-dovey stuff for a little while :) ANYWAYS. Starting another new series (because I was bullied) Where (Fem) Buggy gets thrown overboard during a storm and Mihawk (also fem) rescues her and swims them to shore. Things are a little messy at first because Buggy is pretty sure Mihawk hates her, and Buggy hates Mihawk just as much, if not more, but they figure it out, eventually. Enjoy!

Title: Coexisting (But just barely)

Pairing: Fem!Bughawk Ch: 1/? (i'm so sorry.)

Rating: M (I'm just going to rate it that as a whole.)

Word count: 2178

Warnings: Crocodile. Near death experiences. Language.

Chapter excerpt:

“Don’t be a wimp.”

At what point do they actually start panicking and say enough is enough?  With a groan, Buggy makes a desperate attempt to get back to her feet and once she does manage to stand up straight, the very next moment, yet another wave hits the side of their ship, capsizing it.

Buggy never stood a chance. She’s dumped into the water and there’s nothing she can do, but sink while being engulfed by complete darkness. Is she really going to die because of Crocodile’s negligence? Man, this sucks. She should have never borrowed money from Crocodile. Maybe if she were a little wiser, then Cross Guild would have never become a thing, and she wouldn’t be seconds away from her dying.

Oh, they fucked up.

Buggy tried to warn Crocodile that there was a storm approaching earlier, and she thinks her exact response was, “I ain’t afraid of no rain.” Okay, yeah, neither is Buggy, but this is more than just a light drizzle. It’s stinging hail that keeps slashing at their faces, it’s howling winds that are strong enough to knock even the mighty Sir Crocodile herself over, It’s waves the size of Elbaf giants that, when they aren’t smashing against the sides of the boat and threatening to capsize it, are sending them high up in the air and then hurling them back down to earth, but Crocodile doesn’t seem to care about all that.

Buggy grips the rails to the ship tightly as more hail whips across her face, and there’s this nasty voice at the back of her head that keeps reminding her that if she lets go, she’s as good as dead. Right now she can barely see in front of her, but she still squints her eyes and tries to look at the giant figure at the helm, “Crocodile!” She screams over the raging wind, “Turn back.” This is insane.  Maybe in a different situation, she’d tell her to push through the storm like the other woman definitely wants to, but her gut is telling her there’s no way they’re going to make it through this monster, and they definitely can’t sit it out either.

The island they were just at is so close, yet…

Crocodile makes no effort to turn the ship around, and over all the noise, Buggy can faintly hear her yell back,“Quit being a wimp.”  she’s a wimp for wanting to live?! She groans as she finally comes to the realization that Crocodile isn’t going to listen to reason, at least not from her. She looks around for Mihawk, and she could have sworn that she was near Crocodile earlier, but now she’s nowhere to be found. “Hawkeye?” She calls out, concerned, because the last time she checked the only ones who hadn’t run inside the ship were the three of them, and she hadn’t heard Mihawk go inside, not that she can hear much right now anyways.

Buggy doesn’t receive an answer after calling Mihawk’s name, so she turns her attention back to Crocodile, who’s struggling to stand on her own two feet as the wind blows against her. “Crocodile, where’s Hawkeye?” She asks, but doesn’t get an answer from her either, Crocodile’s way too focused on trying to keep a grip on the ship’s wheel. Oh, this is just freaking great, Buggy thinks. The last thing they need right now is to lose one of their crewmates if you can even consider them a crew.

She looks over her shoulder, trying to see if she can see anything that might indicate that Mihawk’s still on the ship. Any little sign of life will do; Her hat, her coat, her sword, anything, but she can see none of those things. Did she fall off the ship? “Mihawk? Are you okay?” Now, there is a chance that Mihawk is somewhere on the ship and just can’t hear Buggy over the sounds of heavy rains and thunder, but there’s also the chance that she might have gone overboard during one of the several times the ship was thrown up in the air. “Crocodile, where’s Hawkeye?” She yells again, this time a little louder.

Crocodile hears her this time and briefly looks around her before replying in a rather indifferent voice, “Who knows?” She could at least act like she’s concerned for someone who’s her friend, or at least Buggy always assumed they were friends. Hell, Mihawk and Buggy hate each other, but Buggy’s still concerned about her safety. “What if she went overboard?” She asks, and if Crocodile were anyone but….well, Crocodile, then she’d probably be panic-stricken right now.

“That’s her own problem.”  

Oh, she’s a mad woman and she needs to be stopped because if she doesn’t care about Mihawk potentially going overboard, then she sure as hell won’t care about what happens to Buggy or the rest of the crew. Buggy takes a deep breath and inches her way towards Crocodile, “Crocodile, turn around!” she shouts.

Crocodile glances at her through wet bangs, which means she definitely heard her, but she doesn’t respond. Enough’s enough, Buggy thinks, hating herself for even letting things get this far. She shouldn’t have let her men leave the island. She should have kept them safe, but she didn’t. She was too scared to actually go against Crocodile, and now look at them.  Good God, this is insane.

Buggy doesn’t know what the game plan is, but she has to get Crocodile away from the helm.  She takes a deep breath and lets go of the only thing keeping her safe. She struggles to make it the few feet across the deck to where Crocodile is and almost loses her footing a few times, but she’s almost there. She doesn’t care what Crocodile does to her, she has to get a hold of the wheel, she has to turn back.

Buggy's fingertips just barely brush against the plush fabric of Crocodile’s coat when all of a sudden another monstrous wave slams into the side of their ship, damn near capsizing it for real this time. “Fuc--” She yelps as her feet slip from underneath her, and she goes sliding across the deck. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop, and she hits the deck, shoulder first and with a hard thud. Crocodile’s words repeat in her head as pain shoots up her shoulder.

'Don’t be a wimp.'

At what point do they actually start panicking and say enough is enough?  With a groan, Buggy makes a desperate attempt to get back to her feet and once she manages to stand up straight, the very next moment, yet another wave hits the side of their ship, capsizing it.

Buggy never stood a chance. She’s dumped into the water and there’s nothing she can do but sink while being engulfed by complete darkness. Is she really going to die because of Crocodile’s negligence? Man, this sucks. She should have never borrowed money from Crocodile. Maybe if she were a little wiser, then Cross Guild would have never become a thing and she wouldn’t be seconds away from dying.

Usually around this time, one of her men heroically jumps into the water to save her, but her poor men probably don’t even know what hit them. She rushed them inside to try to keep them away from the danger, but in the end, none of that mattered because the boat tipped over, and now devil fruit users and non-devil fruit users are all screwed.  

She tries not to breathe for as long as she can, but eventually, she can’t take the burn in her lungs and she has no other choice but to breathe in the ocean around her.  It’s agonizing, to say the least, and she knows, she fucking knows that she can’t swim, but she still tries to propel herself upward and try to save herself but to no avail. Buggy feels as useless as a piece of trash sinking to the bottom of the sea right now, and she hates it. She hates how every time she’s thrown into the water, she’s unable to move let alone swim because back in the day she used to be the best swimmer on her crew, well, second best.  

A wave of exhaustion also hits her to make matters worse, and she just wants to go to sleep. Maybe that’s what she should do. Maybe she should just stop struggling and accept her cruel fate. No one’s coming for her. Her men are probably confused and trying to get off the ship right about now, and if they don’t drown right away, surely the storm will sweep them away. This is all Crocodile’s fault, and she swears if she sees her in the afterlife she’s going to make her regret this bullshit. 

 

Something grabs Buggy by the waist just when she’s on the brink of going unconscious, but she can’t tell what’s got her. For all she knows it could be a sea king, and she’s not sure if she’d rather die from being eaten by a sea king or if she’d rather die from drowning, but it probably doesn’t matter anyways. Dead is dead.  She doesn’t fight whatever has her though, she just wants this nightmare to be over with. (Also, she hopes that the same thing that has her eats Crocodile too, if it is a sea king.) Much to her surprise though, whatever, or rather whoever has her starts pulling her up to the surface.  

This can't be real. She's sinking to the bottom of the sea, moments away from meeting an untimely end. She's not actually being rescued right now. That's impossible, who would even be able to see her and rescue her? This has to be some sort of delusion. This can't be real.

Rather quickly, though, the darkness surrounding her disappears, and before she has time to comprehend what’s going on, her head is reaching the surface and her lungs are burning as she gasps for air then proceeds to start coughing. Maybe this isn’t a delusion, or if it is, then Buggy doesn’t want to know the truth. As she tries to catch her breath, she looks up to see who rescued her and almost passes out.

“Hawkeye?” She calls out, weakly, still not convinced that she hasn’t died and gone to hell or something. It just doesn’t make sense for her to actually come to her aid, she hates her guts! But even if she did come to save her… How was she able to see in that cold abyss and find her?  Where did she even come from?

Mihawk stares at her with an unreadable expression on her face. She takes a moment to catch her own breath before looking away and finally muttering, “Oh, it’s you.”  

The words, 'Oh, it’s you.' echo throughout Buggy’s head, and a part of her wants to tell Hawkeye to drop her back into the ocean and let her drown for real this time because seriously? What does that mean? 'Oh, it’s you.' Who was she trying to rescue? Crocodile? “What’s that supposed to mean?” Buggy complains in a hoarse voice. She’s so close to Mihawk's face right now, that she could… she could just bite it off! Who cares if they both end up drowning after that?

“...I thought you were a little too light to be Crocodile.”

“Why don’t you drop me and go find her instead? “

Sometimes Buggy doesn’t quite understand why she does the things she does and, much to her horror, Mihawk does let go of her, and Buggy swears her life flashes before her eyes as she feels herself start to fall a little. She reaches out, quickly grabbing onto Mihawk and clinging to her. “Don’t! I was just kidding!” She whimpers, “I don’t wanna die.”

Mihawk sighs, “Then be quiet.” The annoyed tone in her voice kinda pisses Buggy off, and she really wants to say something, but this isn’t the time to be fighting with her. Their boat just capsized and now that Buggy’s gotten the chance to look around, she doesn’t see their ship or anyone else around for that matter, and she’s unsure if she’s the one who got swept away or if it was them. “What now?” Buggy asks.

Mihawk gives her a rather nonchalant reply, “We swim to the shore.”

”Are you crazy?” Buggy frowns, “We’ll drown before we make it ashore.”

“We’ll drown if we stay here and do nothing.”

Okay, that is very true, but it’s still storming and If the storm doesn’t get them, then the exhaustion or hypothermia will. They could be swimming for days before they actually reach land, and what happens if Mihawk gets tired or a bad cramp or something? That’s right, she’s going to drown. And do you know what happens if Mihawk drowns? Buggy drowns with her. “Maybe someone’s nearby and can rescue us.”

”In the middle of a storm like this?”

Okay, that’s a fair point. The only ones who were truly stupid enough to try and sail through a storm like this were them, and that obviously didn’t turn out well. Buggy groans, “Okay, but I still think that we need to get help!”

”We aren’t going to get help in the middle of the ocean.”

Buggy knows that she should just be happy and grateful that Mihawk saved her and that she’s still alive. Sure, she’s fatigued and freezing, but she’s still breathing and that has to count for something, but Mihawk really pisses her off.  Why does she always get to decide on what they do? Who died and made her king? She’s sick and tired of Crocodile and Mihawk doing whatever they want and bossing her around like she’s their henchman! 

#Coexisting (But just barely) #bughawk #my writing #i'm still shadowbanned so if u love me and want to reblog this i would be SOOOOOOOOOOO happy

[authorhjk1]

MODEL

Lee Ahin X Male Reader

Ending the video call on your laptop, you empty the mug of tea which is standing on your dinner table.

Looking out of the huge windows of your house, you see the dark ocean. The clock on your computer tells you, that it's 5:00 am. Rubbing your head, you refill your tea, before walking towards the glass door.

Opening it, you feel the cold air hitting you. As you step outside, you start to wake up completely. You only bought and moved into this house three weeks ago, but it already feels like home.

The yellow sea always lifts your mood, everytime you look out of the window. The huge garden with a pool behind your house is taken care of by a very hardworking gardener and you can smell the flowers.

Looking around, you see her high heels lying only a few meters away from the pool. You don't remember when she took them off, or if she even went for a swim.

Probably not. She didn't have a swimsuit with her. Not that you have seen her before. But she still likes her privacy.

You groan while you lie down on one of the chairs on the wooden floor.

Your self discipline is just pathetic when it comes to her. The way she smiles for the camera. The way her blonde hair moves when she walks. Her long legs, showing of her flawless skin.

You moved to Korea to keep your eyes focused on making money. Not on women. You didn't expect to find someone so beautiful. That she is a model for your company doesn't help either.

When you first visited the photoshoot to see how it was going, she immediately caught your eye. Of course you have been with models before, but she is different. Within the last week, you took her home three times.

Yesterday as well.

Feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you answer the call.

"Hello?"

While getting up from the chair, you grab her shoes, before walking back inside.

Once the phone call ends, you decide to wake her up. The call was two hours long and you have been up for four hours now and you start to get hungry.

Up until now, you have never had a girlfriend. You were always too busy. Traveling around the world, making money, building your business. It started right after you left college and it hasn't stopped since. Sometimes, you feel lonely and so you don't want to eat breakfast alone today.

After climbing the stairs, you walk down the hallway before turning right at the end. You don't bother to knock. This is your house. She is sleeping in your bedroom. In your bed.

Closing the door behind you, you walk towards the bed. The curtains are still covering the windows, so you draw them aside. The light of the raising sun makes you able to see.

Her pink panties are lying on your nightstand. You remember you put them there, after you took them off the young blonde, who is lying in your bed. Her face partially covered by her hair and her naked body hidden from your view by the white blanket on top of her.

You look down on your body, remembering you wanted to go for a swim this morning, but it was way too cold. Even in your pool. With only your trunks on, you move the blanket to the side, lying down next to the young woman.

Feeling you move, she slowly starts to stir awake. You both lie on your sides, as you hug her from behind. Your hand feeling the smoothness of her skin.

"Hello, handsome."

She still sounds sleepy, so you decide to wake her up completely.

Your hands were folded on her midriff, but one of them is now sneaking towards her core. You can't believe how fast she turns you on. Even when she just woke up.

You hear her sigh, as your hand finally reaches her clit.

Slowly rubbing it, you feel the blonde push her butt slightly in your direction.

"Good morning, young lady."

You hear her chuckle.

"That's not what you called me last night."

You know what you called her, but right now, you are not in the mood for something like this. It's seven in the morning and you have already been working for four hours.

"It's too early for me right now."

Ahin looks over her shoulder at you.

"Maybe I should take care of you now."

Her breath hitches, as your finger finally slips inside of her.

"Do you think you are up for that."

Before she can answer, you make Ahin moan.

"Don't think too highly of yourself."

Another finger joins the first, as you start to finger her slowly.

The young blonde moves under your touch, rubbing her butt against your crotch.

You feel yourself getting hard, as you burry your face in her hair, smelling her scent.

"I love how big you are."

Her voice is dreamy, as you make her moan once more.

You feel her hand on your pants, touching you, before sneaking inside.

While you finger her pussy, Ahin strokes your cock. The two of you stay like this for a while, not wanting to leave this relaxing moment.

But sooner than later, you feel the lust build up in your body. Ahin's cute moans fill your bedroom, as you now start to move your fingers with more purpose.

When she feels herself getting closer, she tries to push your fingers out of her.

"Not like this. I want to cum on your cock."

Ahin is already breathing heavily and you can feel her juices running down your fingers.

Moving a little, you enable the woman next to you to take your cock out of your pants. You let her do it herself, as she slightly parts her legs, before lining up your tip with her entrance.

Holding her chin with your hand, you make her look at you.

The two of you keep eye contact, as you slowly push inside of her.

Trying to silence her moan, Ahin bites her lip. You love watching her, when you enter her. Her face twists in pleasure and her usual composed features turn into needy expressions.

She feels even tighter now than last night. Her legs are closed, making her pussy tighter, as you slowly start to fuck her. Since both of you are still lying on your sides, you can't use so much force.

Lazily, you move in and out of her, listening to her sweet moans turning into lustful groans.

"Yes, boss you are gonna make me cum."

Ahin loves to tease you. And since you are kinda her employer, she loves to call you that. Even when you two meet at work.

"Make me cum on your cock."

Her voice is now a mix of sleep, lust and moans.

You try to fuck her harder, but your position doesn't allow it. Your left hand draws circles around her clit, while her head rests on your right. Your thumb caresses her plump lips, as she moans into your hand.

"I'm almost there, honey."

Her nicknames for you keep changing.

Kissing her neck, you feel her getting tighter around you. The sign of her approaching orgasm.

You bite her ear lightly, before you whisper.

"Cum."

It only takes Ahin a few seconds until she does what she's told.

A small wave of pleasure rushes through her body, making her legs shake a little.

Her orgasm isn't as hard as the ones from last night. But her heavy breathing and her smile show that she enjoyed it just as much.

You stop thrusting into her, enjoying her her tight and wet pussy, which feels like it's made for just you.

Finally getting rid of the blanket on top of you two, you expose Ahin's naked body.

While one of your hands moves to cup one of her breasts, you start to kiss down her back as far as you can go lying like this.

You don't even have to move inside of Ahin. Her wet pussy around you and the feel and sight of her body almost makes you cum.

Earning a disappointed whine from her, you move back a little, leaving her hot cavern.

"You said, you want to take care of me."

Ahin looks over her shoulder, giving you a bright smile.

"Yes, boss."

You lie on your back, as you watch her moving around. There is a reason, why she is a model for your company. Her beautiful legs lead to something you can barely take your eyes off. Her flat midriff shows off a little of her abs, indicating that she is putting a lot of work into her appearance. Ahin's breasts have the perfect size. They are almost more than just a handful and you love feeling them when she rides you. Her face has two sides to it. She looks either fierce and sexy, or cute and innocent. It depends on her mood and her makeup. And this time you look at her innocent version. Which is probably because she just woke up. And because she had to take a shower last night, after you made a mess all over her body.

Ahin's blonde hair makes her look a little like a Barbie, as she settles down between your legs, lying on her stomach. Her cute nose barely touches your shaft, as she looks up at you.

"I want to taste myself on your cock, honey."

You don't say no, how could you?

Ahin moves closer, giving your tip a kiss, before her tongue leaves her mouth.

First, she let's it swirl around your tip for a while, until she moves further down. She licks along the length of your cock, while her hands rest on your thighs.

She looks up at you with that cute face of hers and you still can't wrap your head around the fact that she is still single. That you are able to fuck her. You wonder if she would sleep with you, even if she had a boyfriend. The two of you actually don't do much else than enjoy each other's bodies. You haven't talked much, so you don't know a lot about her.

"Stop it."

She slaps your thigh lightly, pulling you out of a day dream, where Ahin is your girlfriend.

"What?"

You look down on her and see her roll her eyes.

"You just had your work face on."

You raise an eyebrow in question, but now Ahin is focusing her attention on your cock, now that she has yours.

She kisses along your shaft, up and down, until she finally speaks again.

"You look like this, when you think really hard."

She tries to copy you, but you laugh at her expression.

You feel like the atmosphere is somewhat shifting. Just a couple of moments ago, the only reason why Ahin was lying in your bed was because of her body. But now you think you actually care for her personality.

"I don't look like that."

The blonde wraps her lips around your tip, making you sigh, as she sucks you slowly.

When she finally let's go of you, she looks up again.

"Yeah, you do."

She doesn't give you time to respond, as she takes you into her mouth almost fully. You know she can take all, but she just woke up, so you will give her a pass.

While Ahin bobs her head up and down slowly, you reach forward and get her hair out of her face.

Cupping her face with your hands, you watch her giving you head.

You almost love her mouth just as much as her pussy. The way her tongue swirls around your tip, when she only takes the upper part of you in her mouth. The way her tongue slides down the underside of your cock, as she takes you in deeper. The way her lips are sealed tightly around you.

There is probably no better place to be.

As you watch Ahin, your gaze stops on your closet behind her. There is something familiar hanging on the doorknob. Something that doesn't belong there.

"You should stop making a mess at my place when you undress."

Ahin let's your cock fall out of her mouth to look behind her, following your gaze.

Now you regret saying anything.

She eyes her pink lacey bra, before she turns around again.

"I make a mess in your house and you make me a mess."

She shrugs her shoulders.

"I think the deal is fair."

"Do you now?"

You look down on her, as Ahin strokes your cock lazily with her right hand.

"Would you put your stuff in a drawer?"

She rests her head on your right thigh.

"You decide. Either, I put my stuff in a drawer and you cum only inside of me. Or I throw my clothes everywhere and you cum everywhere."

She smiles mockingly at you, as she watches you think.

You can't deny, both options have their advantages. Looking at her like this, you feel something rush through your body. You don't know how to describe it.

How she rests her head on your thigh, smiling up at you. Her blonde hair covering your leg and your sheets. The hand that keeps stroking you slowly.

"What if I were your boyfriend? Would you still be so messy?"

You lock eyes with her and for a moment there is silence in your room.

"I would do anything for my boyfriend, if I had one."

Two birds with one stone. She doesn't have a boyfriend and she would clean up after herself.

You wonder why this is so important to you. You are usually very well organized, since you need to. But you are never bothered that much, when someone else isn't. Why is Ahin different? You try to think, but her hand makes it almost impossible.

"There it is again."

"What?"

"Your work face."

You roll your eyes at her.

"Oh, and just to make this clear,"

Ahin let's her hand stop, while her thumb moves around your tip, adding a new kind of sensation.

"I'm not the one, who is taking off my clothes and throwing them everywhere."

You raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Because you didn't give me any time, my bag is probably still in your car."

Now, her hand moves again. A little faster, as if to show that she is angry that you blamed this on her.

"And my dress? The blue one? You took it off when we where at the beach."

Her eyes suddenly widen and her grip on your cock tightens.

"Don't tell me..."

She is about to sit up, but you move your hand quicker. Pushing her back down, you feel her cheek pressed against your thigh.

"Don't worry. Not a lot of people come here."

"But it was raining this morning."

You shake your head.

"You heard me shower."

You feel Ahin relax a little, but she is still glaring at you.

"What if it's gone?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"Then, I will buy you three new ones."

Ahin shows you a devilish smile.

"What?"

"Now I hope it's gone."

You chuckle at her, but you feel that you are actually getting closer to your orgasm. You wonder how she did it. As if she distracted you until you were just about to cum.

You see her smirk, when she feels your cock twitch.

"Looks like I will start my breakfast in bed."

She moves her head, positioning herself over your cock. Giving your tip a kiss, she keeps her mouth open, while she keeps stroking you.

You feel like you are seconds away. The sight of Ahin between your legs, just waiting for your cum, makes you move.

With both hands you reach forward, grabbing her head, before pushing her down.

Ahin's eyes widen in surprise, while her throat squeezes around you on instinct.

Her tightness makes you cum hard, as you shoot your cum down her throat.

Ahin starts to choke and you see some of your cum leaver her nose. Seems like it was too much for her. It flows down, until it reaches her upper lip, while you feel her swallowing the rest.

You don't want to let go of her head, but you do eventually after a couple of moments.

Ahin breaths heavily when she finally gets off your cock. Her head sinks down, her forehead resting on your thigh.

"Don't be such a brat next time."

You tease her, as you watch her lift her head.

As she scoops up the cum on her face with a finger, she glares at you.

"I would be angry, but the taste of your cum makes it worth it."

You flip the pancakes in the pan, while you look at your phone, checking new emails, which you received, while you woke up Ahin. Or not.

"You want me to eat black pancakes?"

Looking up in confusion, you look at the pancake you just ruined.

"Let me. You are working again."

You take two steps back and lean against the counter, as you watch Ahin throw away the black pancake.

"Did you make this."

She points at the bowl with the batter in it.

"No. I had no time yesterday and I remembered you wanted to eat them last time."

You see her smile sheepishly, as she pours some of the batter into the pan.

Checking your emails, you realize you can't focus once again.

Your eyes keep glancing past your screen, as you take in Ahin's body.

Because her dress still may or may not lie in the sand, she threw on one of your shirts after her shower. The light blue one with the vertical white stripes. You don't wear it often, so you are not complaining, especially not at the way she looks in it.

It is way too big for her and she is wearing it almost like a dress. The hem just covers her butt and she had to roll up the sleeves several times.

You wonder if she is wearing anything underneath.

As careful as possible, you lift your foot, until it reaches the hem of your shirt. Slowly lifting it, you can see more and more of her ass. When you catch a glimpse of her labia, Ahin slaps your foot away without looking back.

"Just curious."

You mumble, as you look back at your phone.

"You want to eat breakfast or fuck?"

"Why not both?"

You can't see it, but you could swear she is rolling her eyes.

"Because I'm cooking right now."

"I can do all the work."

You reach forward and play with her still wet hair. It makes the blonde a little darker and it's not as straight as it usually is.

"You think I can still concentrate on cooking, when you fuck me? They are going to get all burned."

In one motion you step right behind her, pressing her against the oven, which is underneath the stove.

"Then keep your focus."

As Ahin puts her pancake onto the ones you haven't burned, you raise the hem of your shirt.

As your left hand opens your pants, your right one reaches around here waist, taking it's place on her clit.

You wait a moment for Ahin, until she starts to pour the batter into the pan again.

Suddenly rubbing her clit, you hear her whimper and she spills a couple of drops.

"Ts,ts, ts."

You scold her.

"Focus."

You look down at her ass. Her plump cheeks pressing against your freed member.

Kissing her neck, you wait for the blonde to put the bowl down.

A moment later you start to penetrate her pussy.

Ahin moans as you enter her. You keep pushing forward, until you bottom her out fully.

"Shit, you're deep."

Her sigh makes you smile.

Because she is way smaller than you, you have to lift her up a little, before she sinks onto your cock. You see her closing her eyes, as she is standing on her toes.

"The pancakes."

You remind her and her eyes shoot open, before she flips the one that was about to burn.

"It would be easier to focus without your cock inside of me."

"But it wouldn't be as much fun, would it?"

As you start to move, Ahin's grip on the spatula tightens, while her free hand holds onto the counter.

"There are only about four pancakes left. Why can't you wait a couple of minutes?"

Her tone betrays her words, as you can hear her lust in it.

"With a body like yours? This is your fault."

You establish a rhythm, as you start to fuck Ahin into the counter. You fuck her slow and hard, relishing the feeling of  pinning her against something hard.

Your chin rests on her shoulder, as you pull her back and forth.

When she finishes the pancake and is about to grab the bowl with the batter in it, you slow down a little.

You feel Ahin shiver in anticipation, as she fills the pan.

And then, you thrust into her harder and faster again.

You repeat this several times. After the start of every new pancake, you fuck her a little faster. Ahin is barely able to hold it together, as she flips the last pancake for the last time. The spatula in her hand keeps shaking.

As she takes the last pancake out of the pan, you can't hold yourself back any longer.

You thrust into her as hard as you can. Ahin moans loudly, as the spatula falls out of her hand and the pancake next to the plate.

You don't bother turning off the stove, as you spin the two of you around. Pushing her forward, you make Ahin bend over the counter you were leaning on.

Holding her hips with both hands, you fuck her just as hard as last night. The only difference is that the two of you stood on the other side of the counter.

But Ahin's cheek is pressed against the cold white marble surface again.

Her arms are stretched out, as she tries to hold onto the edges of either side.

Although you like to fuck her rough, you are careful not to push her to the right.

The sink is right next to her and the tap is on the perfect hight to bruise her head. And you don't want your model to have a bruise on her forehead. Your products probably wouldn't sell so good.

Or maybe you should by a drug company? Then it would make a perfect commercial.

You try to let your thoughts wander, not wanting to cum too soon. Ahin's body has this affect on you.

You never last as long as you would like. There is always more that you would like to do to her.

It seems like Ahin has completely forgotten about the pancakes, as she screams into the stone counter. Her legs tremble, as she cums for a fifth time in your kitchen in the last week only.

You try to make it six, as you fuck her through her orgasm, not wanting her to come down from her high.

Her pussy pulsates around you, as you show her a state of pleasure, which pancakes can't match.

You know, you are close yourself, but you try to hold out a little longer.

"Cumming!"

Ahin bangs her fist on the counter, as you make her cum again for a second time within a minute.

This one hits her even harder. Her legs buckle and shake. Her heavy breathing fills the room and her fist keeps banging on the counter weakly.

Ahin needs a good while, until she has come down from her high. Out of breath, she lies on the counter. Her cheek still on  the white surface. Her moist hair is now a mess.

The sight of Ahin lying like this, makes you cum, as you slowly move in and out of her.

You are out of breath as well and you don't move, as you paint the wall of her pussy white.

Ahin lets out a weak moan, as you empty inside of her.

"I hope the pancakes didn't get cold."

You tease her, as you slowly pull out of her.

Putting your pants back on, you watch Ahin reaching behind her, scooping up your cum, which is starting to dribble out of her snatch. She licks her fingers, but more is coming out.

"Here."

You take the panties she left here three days ago out of your pocket and help her put them on.

"Why do you have them with you?"

She tries to stand on her own, as you slowly guide her to the table.

"With you just stepping out of the shower, there were only two places I could cum. So I came prepared."

The two of you enjoy each other's company, as you start to dig in. You usually don't eat a lot, because your meals are usually tied to business. But now you can relax a little bit.

Ahin smiles, as she sits right next to you.

"So when are you off today?"

You laugh at her, before taking another bite.

"You still don't have enough?"

She shakes her head.

"I'm afraid I never will."

#kpop girls #kpop gg #kpop smut #kpop #ahin momoland #male reader #fanfic #kpop female idols #kpop fanfic

[writers-vlogx]

Hi can I request a Rafa x reader? Where reader was kidnap by Rafa because he loves her in he's own twisted way and reader was able to escape but got in an accident where they hit their pretty hard and when reader wakes up reader doesn't remember anything in their life like amnesia and Rafa taking advantage of it in the end.

He had tried so hard to get you to love him, tried to make you understand and even after all that you didn't want him

Why? Please tell him why? Can't you see he's trying so hard to show you he's perfect for you, with him you would never wish for anything again.

So imagine the panic that set within him when he found the window to your room wide open and you no where to be found.

You didn't know how long you had been there, but it was definitely long enough to make your legs weak. You weren't used to running this far, especially when you didn't even know in what direction to go or where the hell you were at. Thankfully the adrenaline helped you stay alert and on your feet. There was no clear sign that showed you where you were and anywhere you looked everything looked the same. Trees everywhere, it was no use trying to find a difference so you turned in the first direction you faced and just kept running straight ahead

Meanwhile, Rafael was running out of the house, and anyone within a meter of him could tell he was fuming, angry, and yelling at the sky. He had grabbed his keys on the way out and started the car, rafa knew you were weak, he knew you couldn't have gotten very far and even if you did there was nothing for miles except a long road that was rarely used. In the worst-case scenario he could just shoot anyone that tried to help you and take you back.

You kept running and just a few minutes later you came onto a road, looking around you realized just how secluded this place was, there was a single road and no one in sight, but for whatever reason God must have felt pity on your poor mortal soul because not even a minute later you could hear a car approaching and as you ran towards it, the driver may not have been paying as much attention as he should because he hit the brakes too late. All you saw was black

When Rafael found you his anger shifted from you to the poor idiot who decided to hurt his love, everything he lived for. One bullet served enough and that was that.

...

Now we all know he has money and resources, so let's not fool ourselves. Would he be scared? Yes absolutely but would he bring over the best doctors in the country if he needed to? Also yes. And that exactly what he did, he brought the best doctors gave them the money and told them to shut up.

They fixed you in no time, you would be walking soon enough, after all they were the best.

And nothing like a gun pointed at your head to give you some good motivation.

So when he heard there was bad news he was about as ready as he'd ever been to shoot the doctor on the spot. But Felix held him back from it, that's right Felix knew about this little obsession of rafa and the only reason he had helped him continue his...hobby, is because he produced a good worker and it seemed like when you were around, Rafa had less time to get up to "Estupideces" and "Mamadas" as Felix liked to call it.

Either way, the doctors informed rafa that you would suffer from partial memory loss, how much? They were unsure but they would know once you woke up. And so Rafa's only hope at finally being loved by you was this.

When you eventually woke up, just as the doctors said, you didn't remember running away or the accident, instead blank spaces were where those memories should have been.

Rafael had been nervous all morning when he was informed that you had woken up, he was not ready to face you if you remembered but the curiosity was eating away at him, so he slowly made his way to your room and opened the door.

When he came in he wasn't met with that cold gaze you always gave him, the lifeless eyes you had like a bird in a cage. Instead, he was met with big bright eyes full of questions, and it was true you had questions because your memories were recollections of better times, times when you worked alongside Felix and Rafael in the business, times of the first few time Rafael tried to court you. But nothing else, no rejection, no struggles, and least of all, the lovesick man you had come to meet in your months of captivity.

You asked what happened, asked how you got hurt, aksed if he was hurt.

You were worried for him, worried for your partner, for your dear friend. He answered, he also asked what you remembered, did you know who he was? Of course, you did, you spent the evening answering every single doubt he could have had.

He didn't show it but he was happy, this meant he would paint the perfect picture for you, so he lied he told you of the life he had always dreamed to have with you, the life he had tried to make for you, the life he would make for you and you believed it.

You didn't feel this love he talked about but the way he described it sounded magical, and so you promised to try to remember, try to love, he promised to make you fall in love all over again to make you see just what exactly you had before all of this.

Let's just hope he doesn't fuck it up this time right?

Authors note- I'm sorry loves but I'm trying my best to be okay, a good thing is I'm finally getting to watch the show again, and let me tell you FELIX CONTENT IS COMMING SOON AND MAYBE POSSIBLY YOU GUYS CAN ASK FOR SMUT. I'll try my best to not fuck it up since I've never written it but even if I do, I worked hard on that meal and you will eat it 😌❤️ LOVE YOU GUYS AND I WILL SEE YOU WHENEVER I FIND A GOOD FELIX IDEA BYEEEE

#tenoch huerta #narcos mexico #rafael caro quintero x reader #narcos mexico imagine #rafa caro quintero #rafael caro quintero x you #narcos mexico x reader #narcos x reader #rafael caro quintero #rafa caro quintero x reader #rafael caro quintero x male reader #rafa caro quintero x male reader #male reader #yandere rafa caro quintero x male reader #yandere rafael caro quintero x male reader #yandere rafael caro quintero x reader #yandere rafa caro quintero x reader

[1d1195]

So i have reread dolcezza again and i just want to ask (if it’s not too much of a bother) for a little uhh check up (??) is that what’s it called? with them like how is principessa doing and how is her harry doing and all that stuff. 😅

I like the idea of checkup! But it's whatever we want to call them! They’re also on my next round of voting :( Unfortunately their fate is kind of pre-decided and it won't really be a check-in that I have planned for them.

BUT

I imagine they’re currently snuggled in Harry’s bed on his day off. His arms caged around her. He doesn’t want to get out of bed even though he could hear (and feel) her stomach growl. She’s got three texts from Emma, two from James and one each from Ethan and her mom. Ethan’s message is just telling her how much he loves her and it’s not too late to leave Harry and he's known her longer. (One of James is warning her that Ethan was the love drunk version of himself the night before and she should just delete his message). The other is he needs money because he had to pay for his car that got towed when he parked illegally 🙃 Emma sent one long message about how mom is the worst and her mom’s was a complaint about how frustrated she is by Emma and misses her dearly. But for now she chooses to ignore them. That is a huge deal for her and it's something she'll deal with later but not right now. That is the important part--the part that makes Harry so proud of her.

Harry is cooking for her, no shirt, still partially asleep. He's barefoot and she's just sitting at the kitchen counter looking at him. Almost as if she's studying him. "Something the matter, Principessa?" And the answer is no because what could be the matter? Harry's the best thing that ever happened to her and she is so utterly in love, so safe, and just feels so warm in his house.

"Just love you," she shrugs.

He smiles at the eggs he's frying and she swore he was blushing a little. "I love you too, kitten," he answered.

She could say more. Tell him about how she's stressed about a few things with work and her family. That she misses Eleanor and Louis. She wants to go visit them but feels burdened by the people around her needing her.

But instead she revels in the feeling of her pretty boyfriend making her breakfast and the way he smiles and hums while he cooks leisurely. "I think everyone should date someone who knows how to cook," she sighed dreamily as he settled the plate in front of her.

He chuckled, turning to grab his own plate. "Y'know how t'cook yourself, love," he reminded her.

"Yeah, but it's better the way you do it. Like most things."

"Most things?"

"You're really good at putting up with me."

"S'not that hard." he rolled his eyes. "S'not 'putting up with you' either."

He bit into his toast. "All the same," she shrugged and smiled.

He shook his head at her and sighed. "I love you and it's the easiest thing I've ever done."

There's not much that can be said after that.

#dolcezza

[feddy-fagbear]

And What Is A Screwdriver For?

Chapter 1

A/N, as always :: Uh. So. I did a fucky wucky and this fic turned out longer than i expected so it's getting split up into probaly 3 chapters. Title'll be relevant later, I swear. I wish I could say this was beta read but it wasn't, whoops.

Word count: 2,383 words

There were two things Michael had grown deceptively used to. The smell of death, and the feeling of fear. And tonight, both things were dredged up like a corpse from a shallow lake.

Television static filled the room, empty white noise nearly lulling him to sleep from a dead channel that he had no interest in changing or adjusting the antenna for. It was late at night, or midday if you happened to be someone with sense, and he saw no reason to get up when the volume was low enough it counted as a noise machine.

Maybe that was the day Michael would actually be getting rest, seeing as how things had been less than ideal for him within the span of a mere year. So many things that had happened, so many sights, sounds, sensations. It was almost so overwhelming he could forget just how traumatic it all was. How hard it was to sleep without seeing visions of what he had done.

It had all started back in the spring. There were two reasons Michael had even found himself within that fateful building when he was there.

One, he needed a job. It was sheer desperation, and Freddy’s was always hiring. He knew how much of a shit hole that place was, but he and Charlie were hard up for cash and he just needed a paycheck before shit got any worse. It wasn’t like either of them really had family to go beg for money from anyways. At least, not in any helpful way, seeing as how Henry had basically gone radio silent on them and Charlie was too pissed about that fact for the situation to find a helpful way to resolve itself.

Two, it was curiosity that sent him there. Intrigue in how the building still stood there, decrepit and slowly dying but there all the same. It was an oddity, something that called for him, like something within was keeping it breathing and he needed to know what. What had his father left within that building that made it undying, unwavering, a stain upon the town he called home.

He got hired without a fuss, he wasn’t even sure they performed a background check, but that wasn’t really a sticking point to him. What did it matter? It made sense, the place seemed like it was held up with spit and bubblegum. The hiring manager being chewed up didn’t shock him, especially when he couldn’t imagine most people working at a place like this for longer than needed. All this to say, he was hired on for a night shift gig, a shift he wasn’t even aware existed at a place that would under most circumstances would not be open at night, yet they did their own hiring for security. This wasn’t something he would’ve been aware of when he was younger, considering after the age of 12 he refused to go near anything “Freddy” or “Faz”-anything related even if it killed him.

Obviously, despite his father’s partial disappointment about that fact (and partial joy, from what Michael could glean in his teen years), he had not died due to this hesitance. For better or for worse.

That week had gone off without a hitch, really. Of course, in the way one might call “fighting for their life” fun. See, perhaps the fact he hadn’t been killed at his father’s hand for refusing to go near that restaurant was a warning in its own right. A promise that it would do that for him.

The first night felt almost comedic in nature, truly. Playing a prerecorded message left on an answering machine that sat proudly on the desk of an office that by the very nature of its construction felt incorrect. He felt almost trapped within a room with more entrances than logical for an office. Yet, it ultimately didn’t matter. He was stuck here for the night, and so he forced himself to relax into the peeling office chair that sat within the center of the room, and listen to the droning voice of whoever had left that message.

It started off simple enough, awkward, if anything, but there was a sort of dread that hit as the words truly started to force themselves to make sense. He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest, forcing a breath at the mention of a “missing person report”. It was almost comedic, wasn’t it? The lingering implication of what might happen to him within this building. Sure, he knew what kind of death trap he walked into on the surface, he heard the fights his father had with people firsthand, yet all the same it left him with a nauseous feeling.

What was he missing? What had been buried that even he lacked knowledge of?

He felt his heart start to race hearing mention of the animatronics moving, something he was everything but prepared to hear. After all, he avoided them like the plague following his brother’s death and yet here he sat, discovering they walked around? During the time he was covering his ears and closing his eyes to drown out these metallic nightmares they had grown to walk by themselves?

Everything in him told him simply being here was a mistake, that he was bound to die where he sat. Well, obviously that was what he was meant to think. It had to be some elaborate prank, something meant to latch into his fears of these robotic monsters. He had sat there for nearly 30 minutes without so much as a twitch from any of the animatronics he occasionally checked on.

Slowly, the brain numbing fear that maybe this was anything more than a joke ebbed away, leaving him bored with a hallowing rage ebbing inside him. How could he really be so stupid as to take some dude he didn’t even know the name of’s word as gospel? He scoffed at himself as he looked back up at the cameras that revealed the current status of everything within the restaurant when he noticed something particularly foul.

Bonnie had moved.

Not just an arm, or his head, or something simple like that. In fact, Michael wishes that was all that had occurred within the time he stopped paying attention. It was five minutes, really, it couldn’t have been more than five minutes and the robot was gone. The robot was gone. He was just checking it and the robot had moved. It was gone. It wasn’t a trick it was gone and he was told all he had to defend himself from a robot that wanted him dead was a door?

A door, he only had a door between him and a death machine. Why did he take this job? What possessed him? Why, why why? His mouth went dry, not even breathing as his eyes scanned the cameras, darting, searching for the robot. It was gone. He barely took his eyes off it. It was -

It was standing neatly in the main dining area.

It was simply standing there. It was standing there, and looking at him, and mocking him with those eyes. Those eyes that spoke more than that monster ever would.

“I know what you are. I know where you are. I’m coming for you.”

It almost felt as if those words were truly spoken to him, said whispered into his ear, a small voice. A child’s voice mocking him. How sick was he that he’d think that thing would have an innocent voice? It wanted him dead, it wasn’t a child’s friend, it was a monster.

He felt his breath ragged behind gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes as he tapped a finger against the screen of the monitor. Covering the animatronic’s face so it could no longer stare through the camera at him.

“Come ‘n’ get me then, bastard,” he hissed to it, his eyes glancing away towards a second monitor, realizing the curtain to pirate’s cove had opened. But Foxy was out of order. It said right there on the sign. Yet here it was, staring at him with all the same ruthless intent as Bonnie. He couldn’t help but laugh, something so sickly ironic about the situation. So the bastard was too broken to perform for kids but it could gladly seek and destroy.

How appropriate, Michael thought, the words burning in his throat as he whispered them to himself, huffing quietly. Of course something from his father and Henry’s hands would only be good for causing problems. He was a shining example of that, wasn’t he? Maybe he fit right in with these things.

He peered up once more to spot that the rabbit had moved further through the building, still staring at Michael through cameras that felt less one-way than they did prior. As if the creature could see him, witnessing his chest fall up and down, waiting to strike, no longer a rabbit, no longer prey. No, it was the predator and Michael was a sitting duck, low hanging fruit, easy to grab, to choke the life out of.

Though, that wasn’t to say he wasn’t a man who wouldn’t put up a fight. He glanced back at the fox that peered from behind the originally closed curtain, still staring, waiting. How sly of it, really. To be waiting until Michael’s guard was lowered. How sad it already missed its chance.

Seconds ticked by, minutes slowly creeping in as he watched the rabbit grow ever closer, almost as if it were stalling. Waiting for Michael to grow tired. Waiting for a perfectly opportune time. Nearly human, Michael couldn’t help but admit to himself. Disturbingly human.

As minutes crept by and turned to hours the creature drew closer, only a third of the way through his shift by the time it had begun creeping towards his door. Though, Michael had to admit, he couldn’t help the way his stomach lurched as he realized the robot was no longer in the cameras at all. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he slowly reached towards the light to the hall, gently pressing the button to illuminate it.

He couldn’t even scream as he was placed faced to face with the rabbit, its lifeless eyes truly boring into him. Its maw gaped as if it planned to lunge into him, threatening to rip away his flesh with its metallic teeth. There was no real thought within Michael’s head as his fingers moved away from the light switch and slammed the door shut, loudly banging to the floor as the thick metal created a barrier between him and the rabbit. The buzzing light stayed alive a few moments longer, revealing to him the shadow of the rabbit before it clicked off against his will.

Right, the power, he couldn’t let the power run out. This stupid building limited its power supply at night. Probably to keep the night guard from running up the electricity bill. Cheap bastards, won’t even pay to keep a man alive. He better be getting hazard pay for this shit.

He glanced back at the monitors sat on his desk once more, finding the robotic fox he once admired had not yet moved any further. A positive sign as far as things went for him. He wasn't sure how the thing would behave and he wasn't too keen on finding out considering it seemed to be hesitant to move when looked, unlike Bonnie. In fact, it seemed as if Bonnie were the only one who moved much at all.

Eventually, Mike decided to make an almost careless move. He turned back on the light of the hall Bonnie was in. It seemed as if it weren't an error on his part, however, noticing the shadow the robot has previously cast was gone. Seemed as if it had finally left, and considering it was once again visible on the cameras, he assumed it was safe to once again open the door.

Slowly, hours ticked by, not much changing as he played what began to feel like a game of peek-a-boo with the robot. It was almost surreal as the clock finally ticked to 6 in the morning, the alarm beeping, echoing through what felt like the entire restaurant. He stared at the cameras as Bonnie returned to the stage and Foxy once more hid behind the curtain. Right, his shift was over. The game was over for the night.

A sharp pang of confusion coursed through his mind. Game? What the hell was he talking about it being a game? Those things wanted him dead and he called it a game? Perhaps, in its own twisted way, the hunt, the chase was the game. He was the prize, but it was a game all the same.

There wasn't any reason to linger on the thought for too long. He was done with work, he was exhausted beyond what he could have ever imagined, and Charlie was probably waiting for him, worried about how the night had gone. She was probably the only person left who really understood what this place did to him, after all.

He slowly stood from his seat, his back aching as he finally moved from his stationary position, frozen with fear for far too long. He kept an eye on the monitors, eventually realizing the things weren’t going to move again, probably not until he was long gone and the restaurant was once again open. How interesting, he supposed, before exiting the office, finding himself frozen once more as he realized he had to walk past the stage to exit the building. He felt his heart once again begin to race, his limbs numb, nothing more than pins and needles as he stared at the robots on the stage. He took a deep breath before realizing he was cornered if he didn’t take the risk. Barely any thoughts beyond a pure need for survival in his head, he reached the front door of the establishment, looking back and realizing he hadn’t been chased. In fact, none of them had moved at all.

The game really was over for the night. He made it through his first night, and he wasn’t too sure what he had really learned.

#writing tag #corpse boy #robopuppet #mentioned

[slasheru]

Slasher U Update Roadmap: End of 2023!

Holy crap, it's been a hell of year, hasn't it?! Slasher U Act 1 came out at the end of April 2023 and there's been SO MUCH that's changed!

Things that were added in post-launch Slasher U Act 1 updates:

Sawyer's entire romance arc, storyline, and hookup/makeout games

Outfits

Bartending

The ability to talk to Dark Tate post-coitally

Butterflies and crows (fighting crows used to crash your game)

The entire good UI

Characters including Cliff, Stitcherella, Jennykind, Paisleigh, Tanya, and I'm pretty sure Kennedy was a very early addition, too

And that's not counting the tweaks, fixes, and content! In the interest of continuing to Ship of Theseus this game into the best dating sim ever (no biggie, right?), I have the following updates planned before the end of 2023 for Act 1!

Accessibility settings: A way to opt out of minigames with a random roll based on your personality stats (different stat per minigame as appropriate!)

Refining the places you can get personality points in Act 1

Customization: Cane accessories! These will run on a different band than outfits so you can mix and match them/equip them alongside outfits!

Finance: I made everything in the game on the pricey/"realistic" side and the money you get from gigs relatively low because A) college and B) i kind of thought it would both be funny/reflective of shitty college jobs AND a nice incentive to grind some minigames but. I think the economy needs a bit of a fix, right? ;) (in the meantime, try typing InfiniteMoneyVent with the caps correct in the Cheat Codes menu when you're in-game! Your wallet will be a little fuller!)

There are 27 major bugs left in the list for me to tackle as of now, most of them are routine but there are 3 or 4 harder ones to tackle (naming save files is being a beeeetch specifically because afaik Wolf wipes any additional system string variables even if you specify a larger variable count list? My engine just is like "naw actually I'm not saving that"?)

Prior Planned Quality of Life Stuff: Either a way to name your save files OR a way to make your character name appear under your save file (this used to happen but there was a bug where all names would default to your last used character name)

WHITE WHALE HOLY GRAIL I'm still trying to fix the text box bug! This actually isn't borked in the vanilla version of the WRPG engine but I can't fucking figure out how to fix it with the way I've set up the UI (I think? I THINK?!). This is realistically the last bug to get fixed due to my own ineptitude, so I'm hoping to A) make autosaves automatically turned on and B) making Data 1's save slot unusable so it's reserved for autosaves!

There's ALSO a couple content updates for Act 1 still (nothing major, except for, uh, ONE MAJOR THING, haha):

The Truth or Dare minigame/scenario is now going to be included in the Act 1 game, but take place after the Act 2 bumper (post-murder-attempt)

This is already in there but the preamble for Dark Tate's continuing storyline, and Laila's Act 2, activates after the murder attempt

I'll be adding Hex, Juno, and Sawyer's Act 2 lead-ins, plus regular Tate's lead-in, as I work on Act 2

Resolving the storylines (or, if you're being a Chaotic Evil type of player, ruining everyone's life) with story choices/quests for non-dateables: Act 2 will include more Sawyer/Horsemike story, and personal quests for Melyssa, Professor Plutonium, and partially Veronika/Archibald (theirs will continue into Act 3)

Maybe I'll let you fight crows again. MAYBE.

I'm ALSO working on Act 2, which has a lot of new features (notably permanent cosmetic upgrades like a piercing system and tattoos) as well as new content (obvi lmao), but I really want to find a way to offer early access passes to folks who didn't make it to the Crowdfundr (maybe via Patreon)?

Here are some Act 2 features that I'm excited to include/are already being worked on (you'll recognize a lot of these from fanvotes!)

Piercing/Tattoo Parlor

Headless Horsemike one-off hookup minigame

Tate's movie date (yes it's scripted and implemented, it'll be in the next Act 2 update lol. I KNOW I KNOW :D )

Being able to run the speakeasy/sex dungeon as a little moneymaking game in and of itself (well. More for the speakeasy. The sex dungeon is mostly for sex. You're welcome, Sawyer Enjoyers)

Being able to gift outfits to dateables

I'm personally super hype for Tate's storyline (which also involves some other students?? ooo????) and how that's going to mechanically shake out, PLUS, tattoos. Oh my god. TATTOOS GUYS. Plus, the piercing system works like IRL-style - you have to get pierced, then buy jewelry for your piercing if you want to replace your starter/healer gear! I'm a big fan of body mods IRL and having a more realistic piercing/tattoo system was important to me!

Can't wait for next year AND to bring y'all more Slasher U!!!!!!!!! Making video games is literally my favorite thing to do in the whole wide world and I can't imagine doing anything else with my life :')))) (one day I'll be able to do this FULL-full time instead of on top of reviewing medical documents and drawing IP comics for Big Corpo)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BEST FUCKIN' 6 MONTHS OF GAME DEV I COULD EVER FUCKING ASK FOR!!!!!!!!!! You guys rule :')))))))))))

xoxooxoxoxoxox, Professor Plutonium

#slasher u #roadmap #indie games #indie dev #this is a general roadmap but knowing me you should PROB expect more random content to drop at any given time haha #<33333 #dating sims #queer dating sims

[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears, kidnapping, a lotta LOTTA violence, mentions of blood icon by @thatsness.

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A gun was pressed to your temple.

You breathed heavily and thought of everything you knew so far. They had Jax on the phone, you were pulled over on the highway without any cars driving by, the van was filled with three other men, one of them your darling date. They all had guns and you were still partially blindfolded… and incredibly tipsy.

Night had found it’s way to you, the stars bright and beaming. It was absolutely beautiful…except you couldn’t notice one bit. You could only feel the cold press of the gun’s mouth to your forehead. Like death itself was giving you a kiss. Whispering promises of your end.

                                                          - ✦ -

Jax put the phone on loud speaker and placed it in the middle of the table. The men had gathered round to listen, each sitting on whatever chair they could find. Or squatting to listen more intently.

 “Am I speaking to Jax Teller?” The voice sounded, while Jax was hanging on the man’s every word, Chibs was trying to decipher noises in the background. There was nothing. No other voices, or sounds. Not even a car driving by. His mind ticked over.

    “Yes, you’re speaking to Jax Teller,” Jax was trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. His arms crossed tightly across his chest, hands bunched into fists. Doing everything physically possible to keep the rage, the pain, the worry, inside.  

 “It was easy you know,” the voice replied, and Jax knew he was about to be taunted – he knew whoever this was, wanted him riled up. But he’d play along, because if this man was talking, then maybe he would let something slip. Even more importantly, it also meant if his attention was on Jax; then it wasn’t on you.

“What was?” Jax said through gritted teeth, his heart thumping wildly.

“Getting her into the van. She was more than happy to come home with another man.”

   He heard your voice then, muffled but audible. “It was not easy getting me into the van!” Jax’s heart soared. Your fight was still there. Even in this fucked up situation. That was good. Really good. Because that meant you had hope.

 But he heard movement and the hiss of words said away from the phone.

“Hey, hey!” Jax yelled, trying to get the attention back on him.

Like a dog to a whistle, the man pressed the phone to his ear and kept talking.

                                                          - ✦ -

Your words had been met with a sharp whack to face. Maybe if you hadn’t had so much to drink, your tongue wouldn’t be as loose. Or maybe it still would. Either way, you weren’t going to let this man spin the wrong story.

  It was absolutely fine for you to want to have sex with another man. Your body is your own. A distraction from Jax was needed. You reminisced on the way your heart had broken. It hadn’t shattered like the poets had wrote, your heart was very much still there. But it was like someone had stabbed you straight through it and left the dagger there.

But now you felt utterly and completely stupid.

 What had been a way to distance yourself from Jax, ended up being the way you were thrown right back in his path.

You listened, your legs tucked underneath you, as the man spoke. You let out a breath when he said he wanted money. So, this wasn’t just to get at Jax. It wasn’t retaliation.

 This was about money.

Tears sprung to your eyes and you nearly cried from relief. But the man standing over you interpreted them differently.

  “She’s crying now, just so you know. Your brave body-burner is crying,” he was mocking the both of you now. But you’d let him think what he wanted. Maybe if he thought you turned meek, you could use it to your advantage. You trusted Jax, but you needed to know that you could escape in somehow.

  “Leave her be,” Jax snarled. God, he wanted to wrap his hands around the guy’s throat and squeeze until no air was left.

Chibs looked at Tig with alarm. How did he know she burned bodies? The guy … had been watching her. Just Zo? Or was it everyone? The guys? The old ladies…The kids? Chibs’ stomach churned but he didn’t let it show. He knew the position he held now. Second in command. Tig would’ve been that, but his love for Clay pushed him down a notch.

  “Fine, fine. I’ll leave her alone, but I want something in return…”

                                                       - ✦ -

Juice’s fingers clicked and clacked on his keyboard, bringing up the coordinates. “It’s about a half hour’s ride.”

 Jax ran a hand through his hair. His mind moving so fast he thought he might faint. This was what he feared, why he had denied you. He wanted to keep you as far away from him as possible, and that meant you’d be safe. Those that were close to him were targets.

He should’ve been smarter, he mentally berated himself. Shouldn’t have left you alone. When Jax let his emotions take over, something shitty always happened. He should’ve learnt by now.

 “Even if we pull all the physical money we had, it still wouldn’t be enough for the fucker’s price,” Tig said, rubbing at his face.

   Happy silently praying to his god, Please protect her. Keep her safe. Keep her from harm. Don’t let them hurt her. It was a strange relationship Happy had with religion. He knew what was good and what was bad, but he never thought what he did was as bad as what others did. And they still had god’s love. So, he must have it as well. And as long as god loved him, then surely the forgiving deity would answer this prayer.

“The banks would be too suspicious; a bunch of biker’s taking out money – they’d alert the coppers,” Chibs said. The guys already knew it, but having Chibs speak it out loud meant it was real.

 For the first time in a long time, the clubhouse was completely silent. Even the croweaters had understood the message and flown away.

After a few beats of a heavy silence, Chibs spoke.

 “…So, we fuckin’ fleece.”

                                                            - ✦ -

Time had passed but you had no idea how much. You were shaking, the temperature dropped at night, especially in the Fall. They hadn’t offered you anything; no water or blanket. Nothing for the bleeding wounds you had from when they forced you into the van.

 Your shaking hadn’t ceased when the crickets stopped chirping, and the guy who was on watch, switched.

You huddled in your leather jacket, thankful that you were wearing jeans and boots. A scorpion had ran by your foot mere minutes ago. You watched it, nearing sober.

It was until the other fuckheads got out of the van that you knew hours had gone by. And shit…well shit was about to go down.

Their guns were pointed at you. Your heart skipped a beat, but you noticed one was still bleeding, and you smirked at him. The middle-aged man looked venomous, and he went to kick you, but his boss stopped him.

  “Uh-uh-uh. No more injuries. The Prince’s orders.”

You balked. He still cares, you thought. You hadn’t consciously thought he’d stopped caring, but you were under the impression that he had. That Jax had removed you from his heart, and now you were only on professional terms. But that was far from the truth. So goddamn far.

 It was still night, possibly around 3-4am and you still couldn’t see past the tree five feet in front of you. Your eyes drifted. It landed on the leader of this operation. The man with the plan.

You really looked at him then. And realised he was wearing a suit, even a tie. A thought popped in your head, of him wearing a bowtie. A red one with white spots. Maybe it was because you were so cold that your senses were dulled, or the liquor hadn’t fully left your system. But you let out a small laugh.

 His gaze turned sharply to you, and you stopped. But the image didn’t go away. This man was a fucking clown. He spoke a big game, but you knew he was way over his head. You could tell by the shine of his shoes.

 A real boss didn’t do the dirty work. That’s what his crew was for.

     So, this guy had to be a newbie, you thought. Still staring at him.

                                                        - ✦ -

The bag of cash felt heavy in Tig’s arms.

 It was a classic black duffle bag; however small, compact, and for good reason.

 They had taken one of the vans; their bikes didn’t offer a lot of protection against bullets. Not like a vehicle did. Chibs, Tig and Jax were in the back, Juice was driving and Happy sat in the passenger seat. Bobby had gone over to Jax’s place, where Gemma was with the boys, just in case. The prospects were at the clubhouse, on watch.

 They didn’t know this guy, and the fact that he knew about your job – well, it put the Sons on edge. It was Chibs’ order, Jax too in his head to think about anything else but getting to you.

  “And you think this is gonna work?” Tig said, going to unzip the bag.

“If you stop fucking trying to open it, yeah. I think it will,” Chibs replied, halting Tig’s hand with his own.

  “You think? Okay great you think, that’s just wonderful…” Tig said quietly, the Scotsman scowled, but ignored him.

“It’s gonna work,” Jax said definitively. There was no other option. No other way out of this. So, it had to work. He would make sure of it.  

                                                          - ✦ -

Approaching you, Jax’s blue eyes landed on you and instantly they teared up. Gone was the master of deceit. The leader of a biker gang so revered. When he saw you there, bleeding and messed up, he broke.

  But the tears of sorrow turned to tears of anger. And Jax remembered who the fuck he was. Where the fuck he was.  

The desert.

  Where no one could hear nor see what was about to happen.

The thugs stood around you, in a semi-circle, two had their weapons aimed at you, and two aimed at the Sons. Chibs had taken the bag from Tig and rearranged the money. “Canna trust you with anythin’,” he’d said as they exited the vehicle.

The crunch underneath their boots was the only thing you could hear. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest.

 They were here. Really here. You had doubted them, you honestly had. Because who were you to them? Barely anyone important. Not family. You hadn’t known the club for long. Was this because of Jax’s feelings? He said he couldn’t go do it. Couldn’t be with you. But here he was, in the middle of nowhere, putting his club in danger. For you.

 “You got the money?” The clown’s posture had changed as the Sons drew closer. His back straightened and his legs spread. Like he was trying to do a Superman pose. You nearly laughed, but knew this was definitely not the time. 

   Your almost lover yawned, and you glared. Hatred flaring. Without the drink, you realised he wasn’t as attractive as you thought. 

Maybe getting kidnapped was a better option than waking up beside him …

  “You get your money, after we get the girl,” Tig spoke.

“Not gonna happen.”

You noticed the lack of weapons. The Sons’ hands were empty. It had been apart of the deal, you knew that. But you thought they would’ve at least brought something…

The men’s concealing skills were much better than you knew. Because each had a gun tucked in the back of their pants.

  And that’s how Jax knew he was up against a wannabe gangster. 

              They hadn’t checked the men for any weapons.

#memories of desire #witch the writer's stories #witch the writer's paid stories #story commission #writing commissions #jax teller #jax teller fanfic #jax teller fanfiction #jax x zo #jax x zoe #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader #soa #soa x reader #soa fanfiction #soa fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #paid story #paid stories #paid fanfic #witchthewriter #jax #chibs #chibs telford #happy #happy lowman #tig #tig trager #juice

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Film Friday: Bullet Train

I've been missing a few Film Fridays lately, partially because mental health has just kinda been like that and partially because I've been struggling with a slightly more meaty analysis that my brain just won't let me figure out properly. As such, I'm going to get into the swing of things again with a movie that is pretty stupid, and I say that with all possible love and admiration.

Ladybug isn't really comfortable with the title of hitman anymore, he's trying out a more harmonic life, but even so he does find it in himself to undertake what should by all accounts be a simple last-minute job. Board the eponymous train, grab a suitcase, and get off at the next station. Oh, were it only so easy. Turns out said bullet train is flush with kooky assassins and hitmen who are either out for the suitcase, the lives of one or more of each other, or have larger and more ominous designs.

There's Ladybug, of course, the quirky pair of British wetworks men Lemon and Tangerine out to escort a drugged-out VIP and a suitcase full of money, notorious and sneaky The Hornet who's skulking about somewhere, the megalomaniacal but brilliant Prince playing a larger game with the life of desperate father Kimura's child as ante, as well as the hot-headed Wolf who is out for vengeance and a paycheck, but mostly the vengeance thing. It's quite the web of coincidences, interferences, and merry chaos as these murderers navigate the crowded train.

It's chaotic, but one throughline that honestly makes the constant shifting priorities and allegiances of Ladybug and the other hitmen work is that it's all a job to them, a very messy job that may or may not be arranged by a Russian usurper of the Yakuza crime syndicate known as White Death, but still a job. Whenever it's expedient for our heroes and antiheroes to not kill each other, they'll show professional courtesy to each other, bantering in that "a little bit too cool" stylized way that's second nature to Hollywood assassins.

What sets the banter apart, though, is a distinct sense of humor. Lemon, much to Tangerine's annoyance, has a theory of human personalities and moral character based on Thomas The Tank Engine. Ladybug has luck that fluctuates wildly between being impossibly good and impossibly bad, and he has a problem with remembering faces which makes some of the networking with his fellow killers challenging. Wolf's role in the movie is short in a way that feels darkly comedic yet apt, and I was surprised to learn this was, in fact, a cameo from musician Bad Bunny (listen, I'm old, ok?)

It's all breezy fun. The movie takes itself about as seriously as any movie that features a Japanese-language cover of "Holding Out For A Hero" in a moment of high drama, but that's fine, the movie expects you to chuckle along, knowing full well it has your heart in a vise by the third cover of "I'm forever blowing bubbles." Not a joke by the way, the few moments that Bullet Train allows itself to express emotion more complex than "holy shit" and/or laughter, it's acted well enough and with enough genuine skill that it actually gets to me a fair bit.

It'd be an act of overstatement to call Bullet Train all that deep, but it adds up to more than the sum of its parts. It ends up saying some fun things about fate. I wouldn't exactly cite it in a philosophy paper or anything of the sort, it is fun to sit at the end of the "Michael Shannon plays Russian roulette in an oni mask to look badass" movie and go "You're right movie, maybe human misery DOES come from the hubris of believing ourselves to be masters over fate." I don't know, it's just nice for a crowd-pleasing action movie to go out on a note of what seems like a genuinely held belief and not "welp that happened" glibness. It reminds me a bit of Mr. and Mrs. Smith like that, a movie I'll probably end up talking about here one of these days.

#film friday #bullet train 2022 #I also didn't really have time to get into it #but there are some parallels between Ladybug and Nagito Komeda of Dangen Ronpa #in that “very intense luck that could be argued to be very good or very bad but whatever it is it is a lot” sense #No idea if it reflects a Japanese cultural idea about luck or not #would love to dig into that a little deeper one day if the opportunity should present itself #anyway Bullet Train is fun go watch it

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We're Through Pretending

Imagine you go to the store to get groceries, because you're hungry and you need to eat. The grocery store happens to be thousands of miles away, and many people die trying to get there every day, but you're hungry, you need to eat, and that's where the groceries are. There's a big lady holding up a torch outside the store and she's got a big sign that says "GROCERIES HERE!" So you go, right?

There are so many groceries at the store. You've never seen such groceries. Kinda expensive, but that's okay! You pick some out and get in line. It's a real long line. There are plenty of groceries, that's not the problem, but there are very few people working the checkout. And a lot of 'em have guns. And a lot of 'em don't seem to be to happy that people are here to get groceries. A lot of people are getting imprisoned or yeeted right out of the store. Many of them children.

A minor dispute on whether to surround the checkouts in razor wire seems to be going on. Also, they are trying to build a wall. A lot of people are getting hurt, and dying, due to all the razor wire and shit around the checkouts. People are building little makeshift shelters, and dropping dead of hypothermia and dehydration, and getting sick. But you need groceries! You gotta eat!

Someone walks up and screams at you that you're breaking the law by loitering around the store like this and not making a purchase. But you are trying to make a purchase, the line is just that damn long! Years long! You are in the legal place to make your grocery purchase, according to the store rules. It is required that you loiter. The only other thing you can do is get out and head back home with no groceries, where you will suffer and probably die.

Well, that's not the store's fault, says the person who's screaming about your illegal loitering. Actually, although it's very complicated, you're pretty sure it is? At least partially? Something about the price of the bananas? And the pharmaceuticals...? Couldn't they at least have a few of those guys with the guns take a turn scanning the barcodes?

But before you can even get into that, someone new rolls up and says that the store rules have changed. Too many people are trying to buy groceries. Now, no one can buy groceries. They may make an exception for unaccompanied minors - they love incentivizing sending children on a dangerous journey alone, so they can put them in cages! - but otherwise, nobody's buying groceries today.

But you have money! (Skills/labor/tax dollars!) And they have groceries, you can see them! Don't they even want your money?

No. And it doesn't matter why. No groceries today. Go home, or go camp in the parking lot and hope too many people don't want groceries tomorrow. We are allowing some people to secure a place in line via phone and remote locations, but by the numbers, far too few to meet demand. Also, we may not necessarily allow them to buy groceries either. Why? Bottom line, we're afraid if we let you pay for your groceries, you'll buy all of them, and there won't be any left. Hasn't happened yet - everyone who comes here to get groceries brings the resources needed to stock more groceries - but it might!

You notice it bothers the store people way less when white Europeans buy the groceries. They're not as worried about scarcity then.

So you say, "Fuck it, then I'll steal these."

And, ya know, maybe you'll make it. Some folks do, God bless 'em. But now everyone's pointing at you and screaming, "SEE? WE CAN'T SELL MORE GROCERIES NOW! PEOPLE ARE STEALING THEM!"

And God alone knows what new rules the store will put into place to keep people who need groceries from accessing the groceries next.

The latest bill, the one that says we might fix the grocery line problem by shutting down the whole thing for most of the year, is dead in the water. This is only the case because, due to a truly hilarious chain of circumstances, Republicans don't want to give Biden a "win." Yes! Shutting down the border and backing up the line even further, with the intention of making more people turn around and go home to die, is a win! We're just so damn worried about the potential scarcity of our groceries, we kinda like it when people who need groceries die. Phew! I mean, at least they didn't get any of our groceries!

And this is collateral damage. We've accepted, as a nation, that people will die on the border (and lots of other places) so that "we" (career politicians who don't care about anyone) can bank some political capital to do other things. This is what "harm reduction" looks like in real terms. Whom shall we throw under the bus so that others might not get run over quite so much? Might. No guarantees, but you are free to soothe your conscience by imagining the never-ending carnage could've been way worse. Look! Maybe this trans child got maimed slightly less because the brown one was crushed under the wheels! That's progress!

I can't make these decisions anymore. If you can, OK. God help you. God help all of us.

#us news #us politics #us border #asylum seekers #harm reduction #long post #long ass tortured metaphors #i'm sorry i had to get this out of my head and this is how i express myself #i can't think about this all the time #but when i do i scream