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hsficrecommendation · 6 months

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Hello everyone! This is masterlist #4, #5 and #6 (Cont. Of June, then Sept, and Oct 2023!) for all the fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE (Part 2!) •••

Stablehand!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Part 2 | Part 3 | Harry loathes Y/N and she's just a little tease. - @angelsanddaisies

Poetry In Your Mailbox | Part 2 | Part 3 | Y/N and the rest of her nosy neighborhood friends ogle at the man who just moved in next door — a man of mystery, silence, and someone who seemingly doesn’t want anything to do with his neighbors… until Y/N begins to receive anonymous mail. - @episkystyles

Changes | ♡♡ Harry returns home. Based on- Changes by Cam. - @hes-writer

Prince!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Harry is a prince, Y/N is a princess, and Harry is insufferable. - @novelistrry

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes | Every Rose has its Thorns | Petals and Prompts | Harry’s a prince looking for his princess… but perhaps she isn’t inside the ball. Includes: flowers and gossip and promises and true love’s kiss. - @jarofstyles

Out by the Docks | Underneath the Stars | ♡ A story of clandestine meetings, conspiracies, and stolen glances by the sea. (Princess!Y/n x Spy!Harry) - @fishnets-fingers

Dentist The Bad Boi | ♡ Harry’s a med-student and Y/N’s an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant – he mighty looses it. - @muffindaddystyles

The Empowering Hearts | ♡♡ In which you're a lonely model until you meet a baker. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

••• SEPTEMBER •••

Say It | in which a new relationship sparks up in the restaurant. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

The Joker and The Queen | In which Harry is a florist, has a crush on the baker next door and dreads his Birthday. - @harrysonlylover

Breaking the Ice | It's no secret that as a figure skater, you're fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty... and your ex's status as a player isn't helping much either. - @purplekiwis

Harry is a young professor and Y/N has never felt this kind of attraction before - @novelistrry

••• OCTOBER •••

Stop Thinking so Much | In which Harry teaches english and some poetry is hard to pick apart. - @meetevieinthehallway

Dog Days are Over | ♡ In which Y/n and Harry walk their dogs in the same park. Though, over the course of time, buying each other coffee turns into something more. - @nationalharryleague

The Witching Hour | ♡ Despite Harry being the witch in this situation, maybe his crush on gemma's new friend was going to be the most bewitching thing he ever encountered. - @moonchildstyles

Nest | Harry is y/n's best friend. He also happens to be an alpha. Spending a week at his place has her brain doing weird things. - @moonchildstyles

Pebbles and The Scarecrow | ♡ In which Harry doesn’t like Halloween until a certain pair of trick or treaters knock on his door. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

Banana Pancakes | Nanny!Harry falls in love with his little girl, and the mother of his little girl. - @ill-be-your-honey-bri

Golden | In which Y/n's life is dark but the Harry, The Fae King, sees she's golden. - @angelisverba

Better man - Harry and Y/n are famous and dating. Now, Harry is attending a party just 'cause he knows that Y/n would surely be there, and Y/n seems to be escaping her date so hard that she meets Harry outside the bathrooms. - @bopbopstyles

Masterlist for more recs! My Writing account - @0oolookitsme

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catindabag · 5 months

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Every District “facts” and “local info” according to Festus Creed and old Professor Dementia Demigloss in my TBOSAS on Crack!AU.

[Read this for context]

District 1

Provides the Capitol chocolate coins!

Luxury items Fake gold.

Fashionista Land.

Their mayor is a ✨diva✨ who lives in a gold encrusted treehouse.

District 2

Provides the Capitol hugs and cuddles!

Masonry Mason jars??

Throws bread to their dead.

Their mayor (Mr. Rocky Rock O’Rolly) is a piece of rock. #immortalmayor2me&u

District 3

Provides the Capitol “free” flat screen televisions and spy cam teddy bears.

Technology Techno Pop Robo Cop??

They can hack your ass.

Their mayor has a flying wheelchair.

District 4

Provides the Capitol sea witches and lobster guards.

Fishing Catfishing. Duh.

They don’t serve bacon pizzas in D4. They might not even know what a pizza is (according to their local gremlin).

Their mayor is a self proclaimed mermaid.

District 5

Provides the Capitol the strongest Hello Kitty duct tape in the world.

Electricity Power Rangers!

Clemmie’s daddy is the shadow king of D5.

Their mayor is a homeless electrician.

District 6

Provides the Capitol Thomas & Friends.

Transportation Transformers??

Nero Price used to be the shadow king of D6, but now he’s a werewolf.😔

Their mayor only cares about her exclusive toy train collection.

District 7

Provides the Capitol wooden chairs and “free” firewood.

Lumber Cucumber??

They can throw and swing their axes taxes!

Their hobo mayor is a self proclaimed “flower child” who can talk to trees and bees.

District 8

Provides the Capitol sparkly mini skirts and sexy lingeries??

Textiles Project Runway.

Apple berry pies and cookies are their only “accepted” currency.

Their weird mayor claims to have a walking and talking bathroom rug. She might be crazy (but not “Palmyra Monty” crazy).

District 9

Provides the Capitol grain rain??

Grain Raisins.

They might have a secret “rice worshiping cult” over there. Who knows. Don’t care.

Their mayor sells a suspicious smelling “sugar powder” for a living. Is that even legal? Somebody should investigate him.

District 10

Provides the Capitol blue cheese and ✨Moo Moo Milk✨.

Livestock Chicken wings and drumsticks.

Domitia’s himbo daddy rules D10 with his emotional support cow (Lord Claudius).

Their mayor is Lord Claudius.🐮

District 11

Provides the Capitol cabbages and lima beans.

Agriculture Cabbage land and vultures!

They can legally marry their scarecrows. However, they are not allowed to divorce their scarecrow spouses for some reason.

Their mayor’s wife is a sexy scarecrow.

District 12

Provides the Capitol singing birds and pole dancers??

Coal mining ✨Pole dancing✨.

They’re poor but they don’t live in dumpsters with their freaky pet rats.

Their mayor’s daughter is a mean boyfriend stealing b*tch (according to their local singing rainbow bird).

District 13

The Capitol Nobles are currently pretending that D13 doesn’t exist anymore. But we all know it does. Lol.

D13 is now called the underground “Mole Kingdom” ruled by the mole people.

President Ravinstill is highly allergic to mole people and their rebellious mole habits.

Their self proclaimed “mole president” is deathly allergic to Bichon Frisé puppies. But who cares! D13 doesn’t exist.😉

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gacha-incels · 8 days

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these are images from the documentary in the last post

a frustratingly common (typically I see this on western male majority sites like reddit) reaction to learning about the spycam/molka is “why don’t these guys just watch porn” or “this is because porn is banned in Korea”. Again as I’ve said you are being incredibly naïve if you think these men cannot access pornography. Of course they are watching it. It eventually becomes not enough for them. Here in the documentary men anonymously explain the appeal of spycam digital sex crimes (molka). porn is “too scripted” for them, essentially robbing itself of its titillating nature by selling itself as pornography in the first place. The assumption is that the women in these films understand they’re in a porn “film” and consent to having their image released like this. There is not enough “power and violence” in the dynamic here - to the viewer, the woman knows she is being watched. The spy cam victim does not know this - “I watch. They are watched.” The fact that the male viewer is violating a random woman’s privacy without her knowing tips the power scales astronomically in favor of the man. They get off not from a woman’s naked figure but from the power they wield over her and all women, and the violence inherent in the act of violating her privacy. To me this is an act of misogynistic terrorism- because it has become so prevalent in their society, it looms over the heads of all women and girls living there. They must alter the way in which they live to deal with this very real threat. The victims of these actions cannot even find their own living space safe, and there are some who even choose to end their lives. You can see one of the women in the documentary considering living underground. My heart broke hearing her wonder if this could happen to her mother. The daily stress caused by the prevalence of spycams cannot be disregarded- women cannot live their lives fully because of this. Constant stress causes significant health problems which can affect your work or schooling, and a traumatized victim being afraid to use enclosed public spaces such as changing rooms, bathrooms and hotels limits many basic activities we take for granted. As you can also see in both documentaries that were recently posted here, the cops do essentially nothing unless the victim is (extremely rarely) a male.

On top of living through this, these women can get fired, harassed, stalked and attacked for expressing basic feminist sentiments, many which include being against spycams/molka. If you’ve been following the Limbus Company case from the beginning for instance, you could have seen the incels being up in arms about a tweet simply condemning molka. It’s absolutely absurd.

#South korea #Molka #spycam #korean feminism #misogyny

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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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Okay but imagine being Chris evans ‘neighbor’ and him spying on you when you change 🤟 ///

But a Chris Evans character and do that would make a great one shot. Sounds like something Colin would do. Or…Frank Adler. Or Steve. ///

Remember the cam girl AU?

Him collecting your files together and putting them in his moving box to move into his new apartment. And ooooops what a coincidence 😉👀 his apartment is right across your building and he has the perfect view in your bedroom/bathroom ;)

Okay, but this would be a bit different. This is someone lurking on the street below you. Watching you every night as you remove your clothes. Can you taking your filthy little nudes for some loser who doesn’t deserve you. This would be someone who didn’t have contact with you previously. Maybe he’s a smoker, and he leaves behind a butt every evening and you curse at the litterer. This would be pure fascination on his end. Not even hearing the sound of your voice. But he can see you playing with yourself. Can see you watching porn with your rose up against you. He’s going to make it so you never have to play with yourself again….

So who is he???

#fic inspo

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quaileqq · 1 year

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i hate reddit and redditors but its for a reason

im anti-porn, that horrible industry of rape pedophilia racism and more, and the porn problem on reddit is fucking immense. i dont even use it but i tried when i was younger just so i could comfortably see some game faqs people would post sometimes, and i would find them searching on google, but like 99% of people there are complete porn addicts, every profile youd go to, even if they were just posting game tips or a cute fanart of a videogame mascot like kirby, if you went to their profile to see what other subreddits they were interacting with, youd see that they were posting in like. subreddits literally FOCUSED on rape with words like ‘forced’ in the name of the subreddit, i remember seeing one that is2g it was called something like “strugglefucking”. and this was with every fucking user. with some youd see it right away but others you had to scroll and like, everyone you would scroll enough and you would start seeing that that person too was posting on rape subreddits, incest subreddits, subreddits dedicated to posting videos from spy cams set in womens bathrooms, subreddits for posting pics of underwear stolen from women

that website is hell. not “hehe hellsite”. actual hell. those men posting there are demons.

#personal #anti reddit #reddit

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wrenwrights · 8 months

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I know I haven't really posted in the last two days, but they've been wild days, and I'm so, so tired. But hey, I got some writing done, and writing makes everything better. We all hope.

Here's what I worked on today specifically. It's a part of my most recent Fanfiction, Monsters. I don't know if I'm even going to go add this scene, I think it's funny and just too cute, but I don't really think it aligns well with the plot. Let me know what you guys think of it.

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When Roach entered the hotel room, he’d expected to see an untouched room ready for him. This time, when he opened the room, there was a woman’s suitcase open on the bed, her coat thrown across a plush-looking velvet and cherry wood seat. The bathroom light was on, steam was rolling from under the door, and the smell of something flowery filled the room. For a second, Roach thought he’d mistakenly entered the wrong room, that he’d invaded some poor guests' privacy, and that he was about to be in a world of trouble. He’d almost turned right back out the door and back downstairs to the front desk, but the key had worked. So, unless he was given the wrong key, this was the right room.

Tentatively, Roach knocked on the bathroom door with a shaky “Hello?” There was a moment of silence, then the sloshing of water and a suspicious Who is it? Roach gulped; he hadn’t really thought this far ahead. Should he tell this woman he was a soldier and possibly ruin a whole operation? Or should he just claim housekeeping and coax her out of the bathroom? Either way, Roach was stuck between a rock and a hard place- so he chose the middle ground and answered, “My name is Gary Sanderson. I’m here for the room.” There was more silence and more water sloshing before a gentle Oh! Alright, I’ll be done in a minute!

Roach stood by the bathroom door, and then stood some more until he started the fidget, drumming on his thighs and playing with the strap of his duffel- he stood until the thought of standing any longer was too much to bear, and the woman was still locked in the bathroom. Roach’s patience hit its limit as he tossed his duffle full of equipment onto the bed next to this woman’s suitcase. The hotel room was big, and classier than anything Roach had ever stayed in. Roach hated to admit it but was in slight awe of the hotel and its room.

This was meant to be a quick job that was only meant to take an hour. So, instead of waiting for the mystery woman to wander out of the bathroom, he began setting up receivers and mics around the room, crawling up a ladder to tuck cams into the room’s crown molding and threading cable through the heavy drapes. It was when Roach was at the very top of the ladder and trying to get a cam to come online that she finally emerged from the steamy bathroom. Honestly, Roach had forgotten she was even there, too engrossed in his own work.

When a lovely, feminine voice said, “Hello,” he jumped, nearly slid right back down the ladder; clutching his rapidly beating heart, knees shaking as he fought for balance on top of that ladder. He looked down at her, ready to chastise and cuss at her for nearly killing him, yet stopped when he looked at her. She looked like a diamond, like a star in the night sky. She had large blue eyes and a soft face, her curves tucked into a glimmering tight dress, and her golden hair curled down her back; a necklace teased her collarbone and dragged Roach’s eyes down to the exposed top of her breasts. She was a breathtaking creature, soft-looking and innocent, yet there was a devious spark in those pretty blue eyes of hers. This was emulated further as she laughed; she had the laugh of a little girl causing trouble, and oh, trouble she was. “I’m so sorry,” she giggled and tucked a fallen curl behind her ear.

Roach flushed red; this was the spy, he realized, the one who was operating this mission. Briefly, he wondered how such a pretty thing ended up in the military, or was she CIA? It didn’t really matter because he was speaking, a shaky “It’s okay. I’m okay,” tumbling out of his mouth as he climbed down the ladder. He had to get a better look at her, to see her up close. She had stifled her laughter by the time his boots hit the floor, and though Roach opened his mouth to speak, no words came out of him. She tilted her head, looking at him like a curious kitten. She was shorter up close, a whole head shorter than Roach; it was almost comical how tiny she was, how childlike she looked- they had sent this woman to draw out the secrets of a Senator? She was a beauty, Roach could admit, but even he could see this was a trap. “You said your name was Larry Anderson earlier?” she purred, from the glimmer in her eyes and the smirk on her lips, Roach could see it was merely a tease, but it still left his brain stumbling.

“Gary Sanderson, ma’am,” he stuttered, “My friends call me Roach,” and with that, Roach nearly kicked himself. His cheeks warmed at his military callsign; though its origins weren’t embarrassing, the name itself certainly was at this moment.

“Roach, huh?” she was smiling, her arms crossing over her chest, and she took a step towards the bed, her movement graceful. Her crystalline eyes were examining the equipment, the cables, and cameras, and microphones all strewn about over the comforter. “I’d love to know the story behind that name,” she looked back over her shoulder at him, a small smile tugging at her full mouth as her eyes fluttered.

“Maybe one day,” Roach gulped, fully aware that admitting to missile theft wasn’t the smoothest move when it came to charming women. “You haven’t told me your name yet!” Roach added quickly, changing the subject.

“That’s a secret,” she smirked, winking at Roach whose stomach flipped. She looked over her shoulder, back into Roach's eyes, and he had to admit it to himself; Roach was swooning. His heart was beating erratically, and his palms were sweating.

“Right,” he gulped, realizing that even if this pretty woman wanted to, she couldn’t tell Roach her name. Actually, if Roach thought about it, she shouldn’t even be speaking to him. It was definitely against some kind of protocol for her to be in the same room with her, much less conversing. Then the door to the hotel room burst open, and Roach jumped back from the spy like a teenager caught kissing behind the bleachers. A stout woman with dark hair and a sour face stood in the doorway, her arms crossed accusingly across her chest and a sharp brow raised. She was hissing at the spy, chastising her for speaking with him. It made Roach feel somewhat dirty, like he contaminated this pretty woman just by touching her. Though the spy’s face scrunched up as if she disagreed with this woman’s words, she didn’t come to Roach’s defense. She let the woman stomp forward, let her pick and tuck at her clothes as if the spy were a child who couldn’t dress herself. Roach didn’t really see the point; this woman was already beautiful, so why bother with all of that primping? Still, the spy didn’t stop this new woman, or maybe she couldn’t? Roach didn’t know; instead, he began gathering up his equipment, tucking it all back into his duffel before this strange woman decided to unleash her annoying furry on him. It was when the woman grabbed the spy by her upper arm that Roach paused to watch her drag the spy out of the room- the woman was still chastising, but when her back turned, the spy looked over her shoulder at Roach. Her eyes were smiling, and his heart skipped a beat in his chest as she winked at him, and the hotel door shut with a slam. Leaving Roach gasping for air and butterflies dancing in his stomach.

#fanfic #creative writing #reblog #call of duty #wrenwrights #writeblr #gary roach sanderson #Roach x oc #poor Roach has a crush

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Stupid Cronuts

For @longbobmckenzie

Rocco x MC

Camille had seen more girls than she thought she could keep track of leaving first thing in the morning over the months. It was why she never went there to eat.

I mean, really, who brings their hook up to a food truck?

Camille had never even seen him though. She just knew he favored parking around where her flat was nestled among a cluster of office buildings.

She would admit to some morbid curiosity about how the owner passed health checks, but that was all.

She expressed as much to her mates when she met them for drinks and they inevitably asked about the dalliances she’d seen leaving.

“It’s just gross.” She scrunched her face up, “How can you serve food where you’ve done that?”

“I’m sure he cleans up.” Priya offered, but she didn’t sound too convinced.

“Sounds hot.” Marisol shrugged, and Camille immediately snorted.

Raising an eyebrow at the girl that thought a night club bathroom was adventurous, Camille smirked, “Oh? Big fan of kitchen bits, are ya?”

Marisol’s face immediately scrunched, “Not when you say it like that.”

Priya laughed, downing the rest of her drink before she stood and hugged each of them, “I must be off, my little sunflowers. Early show tomorrow, but I spy some cuties at the bar. Just because-“

Camille cut her off, “Yes, Pri, we know. Just because you aren’t getting any loving doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.”

Priya laughed again, patting her shoulder, “Yes, Cam! How long has it been since you’ve played twister in someone’s sheets?”

“Holding out for that food truck?” Marisol snickered, and Camille groaned when their friend started laughing with her.

“Fine.” Camille drained the rest of her glass, “Let’s get out flirt on, Mari. For Priya.”

“For Priya!” Marisol cheered, downing her own drink as said woman twirled her way out the door.

Camille lost track of time as she talked to this man with curly brown hair. Marisol had disappeared at some point with his blonde friend, and she spied her getting lessons in billiards from him. Cam shook her head at it with a giggle, knowing it was just an excuse to push up close to him. Marisol was a shark at the game.

But she had to admit this man knew how to flirt. He was confident, but acted just shy enough to keep her intrigued, even though she knew it was fake. He told her the most outrageous stories she’d ever heard, and she was too caught up in how proud of his storytelling he was to actually call out the obvious lies she caught.

Before she knew it, she was following his pull on her hand out the door, sending a smiley wave to Marisol as her blonde friend giggled into her hands.

He promised his place wasn’t a far walk, but when they got there she had to laugh.

“This is you?” She gestured in front of her.

“Yeah?” He raised his brows, grinning, “It’s better than it looks. We can sit on the roof and watch the stars or-“

“No,” she laughed harder, staring at the food truck, “This is where I call it a night. I’m not a conquest.” His brow furrowed, clearly ready to disagree, but she pointed to her flat, “I’ve seen your girls leaving. I’m good. Have a nice night, Rocco.”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, venturing away before he could think of a reply.

Huh. He thought with a grin. That was a first.

Camille got home from the next day, hearing a call of her name before she could enter the building, and she turned to find Rocco. Holding a bouquet of flowers.

“What is this?” She asked as he pressed them into her hands.

“A token of apology.” He answered with a shrug, “I never meant to make you feel like you were just some lay.”

“But be honest.” She cocked an eyebrow, staring at him like she could see through all his bullshit. And he felt like she could. “Would you have called me the next day if I had followed through with it?”

He weighed that question in his mind, but he was honest, “Probably not. Which I suppose is why you intrigue me.”

She raised her eyebrow, simply walking away into her building and ignoring the growing smile that spread over his face.

Every morning, as she left for work, instead of being greeted with the sight of a new girl leaving the truck, you found him reclining on a bench in front of the building. He would hop up when she started walking, simply to hand her a paper bag, and then he would turn the other way with a wave to head back to his truck. Every day the bag had a cronut. Camille didn’t want to admit that they were delicious.

It took over a week before she finally caved and asked the question she’d been wondering, “Why do you keep doing this?”

Rocco shrugged, “Need to win you over somehow.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, smirk settling on his face, “And what would you need to win me over for?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked, and she saw him lean against the wall, trying to appear casual but she could see the nerves. The fear of rejection. “I wanna take you on a date, love.”

“Why? Just because I rejected you?”

“Because you intrigue me.” He emphasized. “I’ve never tried the chase before. Never felt the need. But you’re different.”

“And if I say yes, wouldn’t the chase be over? What would keep you intrigued to stay?”

He shrugged again, “I’m sure I can find something.”

She figured there was a reason ‘curiosity killed the cat’ was a phrase as she gave in to that curiosity and accepted.

It came as a shock to her when, at the end of the first date, he didn’t try to kiss her. Not at the end of the second or third either. He had given her a new phone number, at the end of the third date. Stating that if he was going to take this as seriously as he wanted, he needed to make sure none of his former hook ups could reach him.

At the start of the fourth date, she had mentally prepared herself to make that move on her own when he walked her to the door. But he surprised her by pressing her into the wall as soon as she walked out to meet him, stealing her lips before the greeting had even passed between them.

And it started because of the stupid cronuts.

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@justtuesdays @sunshinejihyun

#litg #litg season 2 #litg rocco #litg rocco x mc #no villa au #strangers to lovers #s2litgexchange

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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The bathroom spy cam ain't doing it for him anymore. I wonder if Dove will ever find that out.

Ugh if she does... I dunno if she'll even care at this point tbh

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ao3feed-tf2ships · 3 months

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Jeepers Peeper, You're Such A Creeper!

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53826154

by FoolsgoldFenrir, Ms_Medicshit (FoolsgoldFenrir)

Spy watches Scout use the bathroom through a hidden toilet cam and has a shameful wank to it. And also some interesting fantasies.

Words: 5317, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Spy (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Scout/Spy (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Scat, Yeah there's poop kink happening here, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Hidden Camera, Toilet Cam, Sexual Fantasy, Urination, basically spy fantasizes about drinking piss and eating shit but it doesnt actually happen, Scout Doesn't Know Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), Parent/Child Incest, incestuous fantasies, spy is a gross slimy bastard, Masturbation, Masturbation Interruptus, Peeping, One-Sided Attraction, Farting, Slurs, Come Eating

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53826154

#TF2 Scout #TF2 Spy #ScoutSpy #TF2 Cloak and Batter

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mustafa-el-fats · 6 months

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I found this on NewsBreak: Amazon Caught Selling Bathroom Spy Cam Disguised as Clothes Hook

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#dj k+hard #dailyprompt #knowledge

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skykittywhatchamahcallit · 1 year

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If you have to “check over” someone to make sure they’re in the wrong bathroom you’re the one being a fucking weirdo.

“I’ll check to see if they have breasts or if they have a deep voice” whyyyyyyyyy are you being creepy. Why are you being creepy in the bathroom. I think everyone’s gonna be more weirded out if you ask to see someone’s ID to “prove” their genitals to you than if you just let a trans woman piss in peace.

“Well sometimes people are creepy!” I don’t think you care about that, actually. I don’t think you know how to handle peeping toms or spy cams. I think you need to pick up a baton and some pepper spray and learn when people are actually being a threat to you, instead of threatening you by having a different set of genitals(maybe) that you can “tell” they have by looking at them. Freaks.

#sky gets political

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wrenwrights · 8 months

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New Work Announcement!

I mentioned a week ago (here) that I was working on a new fanfiction for Konig. At the time, I thought I could finish all of the planning and get the first chapter ready to go in a week or two.

I am a damn fool.

I've plotted, torn apart, and plotted the whole story over and over again. I have some of the first chapter written, but nope, it's still gonna be a minute before I can even think about publishing this piece on Ao3.

Though I have the bare minimum of a story, it's okay because I know what I want to title the story. So I have the bare minimum plus one so far.

Monsters

It's a sexpionage work; a young spy struggles to navigate her new life as a soldier, falling head over heels for an enemy soldier.

Oh! I'm so excited to write this! I've never written a work like this before! I have so many ideas it takes a lot of work to keep track of them all. I wish I had some kind of cover art but I don't have anything like that yet.

Anyway, here's a small excerpt from what I've written so far. This is a part of my first draft, so it likely won't be in the work and is terribly written, but I think it's such a funny scene regardless.

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When Roach entered the hotel room, he’d expected to see an untouched room ready for him. This time, when he opened the room, there was a woman’s suitcase open on the bed, her coat thrown across a plush-looking velvet and cherry wood seat. The bathroom light was on, steam was rolling from under the door, and the smell of something flowery filled the room. For a second, Rach thought he’d mistakenly entered the wrong room, that he’d invaded some poor guests' privacy, and that he was about to be in a world of trouble. He’d almost turned right back out the door and back downstairs to the front desk, but the key had worked. So, unless he was given the wrong key, this was the right room.

Roach stood by the bathroom door until he started the fidget, drumming on his thighs and playing with the strap of his duffel- he stood until the thought of standing any longer was too much to bear, and the woman was still locked in the bathroom. Roach’s patience hit its limit as he tossed his duffle full of equipment onto the bed next to this woman’s suitcase. The hotel room was big, more classy than anything Roach had ever stayed in, but it was a quick job only meant to take an hour. So, instead of waiting for the mystery woman to wander out of the bathroom, he began setting up receivers and mics around the room, crawling up a ladder to tuck cams into the room’s crown molding and threading cable through the heavy drapes. It was when Roach was at the very top of the ladder and trying to get a cam to come online that she finally emerged from the steamy bathroom. Honestly, Roach had forgotten she was even there, too engrossed in his own work.

So, when a lovely, feminine voice said, “Hello,” he nearly slid right back down the ladder. Clutching his rapidly beating heart, knees shaking as he fought for balance on top of that ladder. He looked down at her, ready to chastise and cuss at her for nearly killing him, yet stopped when he looked at her. She looked like a diamond, like a star in the night sky. She had large blue eyes and a soft face, her curves tucked into a glimmering tight dress, and her golden hair curled down her back; a necklace teased her collarbone and dragged Roach’s eyes down to the exposed top of her breasts. She was a breathtaking creature, soft-looking and innocent, yet there was a devious spark in those pretty blue eyes of hers. This was emulated further as she laughed; she had the laugh of a little girl causing trouble, and oh, trouble she was. “I’m so sorry,” she giggled and tucked a fallen curl behind her ear.

Roach flushed red; this was the spy, he realized, the one who was operating this mission. Briefly, he wondered how such a pretty thing ended up in the military, or was she CIA? It didn’t really matter because he was speaking, a shaky “It’s okay. I’m okay,” tumbling out of his mouth as he climbed down the ladder. He had to get a better look at her, to see her up close. She had stifled her laughter by the time his boots hit the floor, and though Roach opened his mouth to speak, no words came out of him. She tilted her head, looking at him like a curious kitten. She was shorter up close, a whole head shorter than Roach; it was almost comical how tiny she was, how childlike she looked- they had sent this woman to draw out the secrets of a Senator? She was a beauty, Roach could admit, but even he could see this was a trap. “You said your name was Larry Anderson earlier?” it was a tease; from the glimmer in her eyes and the smirk on her lips, Roach could see it was merely a tease, but it still left his brain stumbling.

“Maybe one day,” Roach gulped, fully aware that admitting to missile theft wasn’t the smoothest move when it came to charming woman. “You haven’t told me your name yet!” Roach added quickly, changing the subject.

“Iris Hall,” she purred, turning back to him with her hand outstretched. Roach didn’t hesitate to shake her hand; they were soft, their grip firm, her nails were painted a sinful red that didn’t match her innocent presence. She had a beautiful name, Roach swooned.

Then the door to the hotel room burst open, and Roach jumped back from Iris like a teenager caught kissing behind the bleachers. A stout woman with dark hair and a sour face stood in the doorway, her arms crossed accusingly across her chest and a sharp brow raised. She was hissing at Iris, chastising her for speaking with him. It made Roach feel somewhat dirty like he contaminated this pretty woman just by touching her. Though Iris’s face scrunched up as if she disagreed with this woman’s words, she didn’t come to Roach’s defense. She let the woman stomp forward, let her pick and tuck at her clothes as if Iris were a child who couldn’t dress herself. Roach didn’t really see the point; Iris was already beautiful, so why bother with all of that primping? Still, Iris didn’t stop this new woman, or maybe she couldn’t? Roach didn’t know, instead, he began gathering up his equipment, tucking it all back into his duffel before this strange woman decided to unleash on him. It was when the woman grabbed Iris by her upper arm that Roach paused to watch her drag Iris out of the room- the woman was still chastising, but when her back turned, Iris looked over her shoulder at Roach. Her eyes were smiling, and his heart skipped a beat in his chest as she winked at him, and the hotel door shut with a slam. Leaving Roach gasping for air and butterflies dancing in his stomach.

So cute. I think poor Roach has a little crush on the main character. Boy is hopeless. As for Iris, I'm still working on her, still developing her character and delving deeper and deeper into her character arch. She's exciting to write, though this scene doesn't show that well. Anyway, I have to go back to writing!

Until Next Time.

Wren

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