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[shoutascoffeepot]

Chapter Three: Unloaded

The Art of Deception: The Deadly Dance - Series

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female Original Character

Themes: Mafia, psychological, gore, age gap, cultural differences.

!!!Trigger Warnings!!!: Age gap, sexual visualizations of a minor (she's almost 18), swearing, gun usage, deep talk, kidapping, controlling, smoking, drugs, graphic depictions of gore, blood, torture, dead dove do not eat.

Notes: I decided to switch from third person to first and switching POV from this chapter onward. Similar to Haunting Adeline's writing style. Also this chapter has our first 18+ Scene. Lmk if you'd like to be tagged for upcoming chapters.

Also, this chapter contains unfiltered criminal and psychological behavior, please be mindful whilst reading the trigger warning list and expect the worse before proceeding. Read at your own discretion. Your mental health matters <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

I will start going through my followers and viewers of my posts and if you don't have your age I will resort to blocking for the safety of my content.

Shouta

The flower I had picked was not what I thought it was. My instinct, alongside the evidence, the little things, pointed to my suspicions being correct.

After breakfast this morning, I was energetic enough to finish up a good portion of both the legal business and oversee the records of our shipment tracks. It’s the coffee. It’s the motherfucking caffeine. It’s anything but that cold run in my veins when I think of her. 

Pursed glossed lips, long curled black lashes, was she foolish enough to challenge me? Who the fuck was this Lilith? Not a wallet or a phone with her when I caught her. No identification, no records, apartment empty of any source of identification, I got nothing on her. It’s going to be a hassle to get her info. 

As if I was her pawn, not the other way around. She’s kidnapped, she should be throwing a fit, screaming, kicking, planning her escape. All I found was this disposable vape in her bra, laid neatly on the side of the table. I eyed it then slammed shut my laptop. I picked it out and smoked it. 

Strawberries, mint. 

Fuck. Is that how her breath smells? Would that be how her soft glossy lips feel? No, they would taste of glossy cherry candy.. Or fresh strawberries. 

I shouldn’t be attracted to her. She’s well ten years younger, if not half my age. I shouldn’t have kidnapped her. We barely had two interactions and this is how I’m reacting. Putting the vape back down, I slid down my desk chair, under the table where I laid my sleeping bag and some pillows. If I sleep uncomfortably I would wake easily, I would be alarmed. And this bag brought me comfort….

– 

I scrunched my face as my back ached from the awkward position I was in, perhaps I should’ve slept in bed. No, I’ll rest when I get all my work done. I just need to… Where’s my phone? I grabbed it and looked at the time, four in the afternoon. I slept for four hours, that’s the longest I’ve gone in a long time. Probably why my back hurts. 

Lunch, we could have lunch.. Dinner, with Lilith, I’ll make sure she sits face on one of the cameras and we could start the background check from there. Then we have that deal with the North Japanese Yakuza who should arrive tonight. I will need my notes ready. 

I stood, grabbing my suit jacket and tie, did I sweat so much? So a quick shower first and foremost. Walking out of my office, I went to my wing from the mansion, seeing my right hand, Shinsou, as he caught up with me. He was well young, eighteen, and I was going to give him all this and teach him how to manage it if I were gone. 

“Aizawa-Senpai.”  His tone was dark, as if he were just a boy. I sighed, was he responsible enough? 

“You hadn’t told me about the guest.” He continued, his purple messy hair brushed back out of his face as he stared at me, I looked ahead, annoyed. 

“What makes you think I should report to you everything I do? Kozou?” I snapped after clicking my tongue. 

“I hadn’t exp–” 

“Do not act like you are in charge when you’re merely a mentee at my mercy.”  I reminded him. “I will take a shower. Do me a favor and tell Lilith we’re having dinner at five, introduce yourself to her if you wish. Afterwards we will take our leave.” 

“Yes Aizawa-Senpai.” He took a turn as I went into my room. Tossing my jacket and shoes aside as I unbuttoned my shirt. I let my clothes drop and pulled my hair tie out of my hair, even though I showered this morning. I hated how warm I get when I sleep. It’s like I’m a fucking heater. 

Letting the cold water run over my body, I kept my eyes closed. I wish I could stay like this forever. Unbothered, uninterrupted, no need to talk, no need to understand, no need to be alarmed. The cold water seems to understand me best, cooling the fire burning my skin. Washing the sweat and worry away. Draping me with peace and serenity. 

The fire burning me is the dread of what I did eating at me. Lilith seems unbothered, too carefree with her freedom taken away. I suppose she’s smart for not wasting her energy. Albeit it was unsettling for my instincts. The same tinglings that I get before a disaster unfolds, the tingling that got me where I am today. 

However, this is the first time that this instinct…

Excited me. 

I couldn’t tell whether she was a foolish girl thinking this is fun or someone I should be afraid of. Perhaps a spy sent to kill me? But if she was she wouldn’t have hesitated at the shooting range. Her cat-eyes simply fluttered as they pleaded the gun out of our hands, dark eyes having the sun shining on them to a chocolate color. Thick brows knitted together and biting on her lower lip because of the anxiety. 

Lilith was so adorable her little reactions have a grip on me. It sent all the heat to my groin. Fuck. I have no time for this. I should not be attracted to her; she might be a threat to me and the thought of her having a knife to my throat isn’t intimidating me as it should. I still reached out to my cock, stroking it. A heavy sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes. The coldness of the water on my warm cock edged me just right.

What if it was her red painted nails stroking me? If she pleaded with those eyes to taste me? Sitting between my legs and using her pretty little words to beg me? I yearn to pull her hair back, expose her neck and mark it. If she sits on my thigh, would I feel her wetness on my legs? Would she grind herself to her own release and whine out my name?

Fuck. No.

I came all over myself. The water quickly washed it off. I grabbed the head and cleaned the rest of myself with shower gel. When I got out I wrapped a towel over my waist and squeezed the water out of my hair. When I idly got the blowdry out to dry my hair, my eyes went to all the scars scattered over my chest and abdomen, shoulders. The hair on my chest – It wasn’t common for Asians to grow hair. And for some reason now I find it an insecurity of mine. 

Lilith was beautiful. I don’t know what she had or what she has seen or preferred to her men. But she was the glowy, influencer  kind, and I was the pale, too lazy to shave, just putting sunscreen on kind. And I could easily see by her side a pretty kind of man, too, one who probably has blue eyes, clean shave, gelled hair. Like superman. 

I cursed the way my thoughts were in the wrong alley as I buckled my belt, wearing the shirt and closing it. But seriously, the idea of her being with other men shouldn’t nudge me the way it is. She’s too young either way. I just so happened to catch her. She might be a spy. I’ll eventually have to kill her after finding who sent her to me. So whatever thoughts were in the shower, they stayed there and shall go down the drains. 

I decided that, and I don’t change my decisions. 

Lilith

We were having dinner, and the whole goddamn day I was so bored. I took a stroll in the gardens, sketched on the little notebook that I had found. I did a whole face of makeup, it was the same as my graduation too. And tried on the dresses that were offered and shoes, they were all designer. Damn, I don’t know if this is a curse or blessing. 

I was wearing a black satin and lace dress that had a cocktail top but sleeves that reached down and matching gloves, it hugged my body but not as tightly that it would be skintight. I looked at myself in the mirror just as I heard the door open and I jumped looking at the man before me. He had purple wavy hair pushed back and was in a black button up and pants. He eyed me down. I sent back a glare and clenched my jaw. How fucking dare he think he has the right to look at me that way?

“Konnichiwa. Shinsou Hitoshi.” He muttered and leaned on the wall, his eyes finally coming to meet with me while he sucked his teeth. He was enjoying what he saw, huh?

“Lilith.” I patted down the dress. 

“Nice to meet you. Aizawa-Senpai and you are having dinner at five,” He coldly stated. 

I checked the clock. “It’s four fifty.” 

He was acting interested but the way he crossed his arms in front of himself. He feels inferior. Aizawa Shouta didn’t seem the last-minute planner type. Even if he were, why would this Shinsou person be feeling inferior, was he trying to put me on the spot? 

“You got a problem? You seem to already have other plans.” He chimed. 

“No, but with no phone nor access to the internet I am investing in whatever idle things I like to do.” 

“And you enjoy dressing up like a prostitute?” 

I gazed at him with my tired eyes, how adorable would it be if he accidentally had his eyeballs gouged out. I then looked away, Yin was quick on her feet, good thing she found and took my electronics before his men emptied my apartment. 

Now lying about not having any shit other than a measly phone should be easy. 

“Cat’s got your tongue?” 

I turned to look at the lavender-haired boy again. Wearing a pair of heels and putting on perfume before walking past him, my shoulder hitting his chest. But he was quick to grab me. 

“Don’t try acting strong. Lilith. You’ll just embarrass yourself.” He advised. 

Grabbing his wrists, I pinned them to his sides on the wall and laughed. “Don’t threaten me, boy.” My nails dug into his wrists despite the skimpy lace between his skin and them, drawing blood. “Don’t make an enemy out of someone you know only their name.” 

His purple eyes widened as he struggled against my grip, he was hardly taller than me with my heels on. “Go cry to your daddy about how your cockiness got you souvenirs.”  I let go of him and left. 

I strode through the gardens whilst cursing myself. Fuck fuck fuck, why did I go off on him? Now they’re bound to know. Nono no no, calm down.. Calm the fuck. Down. Just say the truth, best manipulation and lies are the ones that have the truth embedded in them. Don’t panic, panic only leads to disaster. Fix boldness with more boldness. 

Aizawa approached me from the other side of the cobblestone sidewalk, his eyes focused on me. Almost strained struggling, I smirked, he probably is trying not to look down. He stopped as I reached him then we strolled together. Confidently, I smiled at him. “Good evening?” 

“Good evening, doll.” His response made my brow arch. 

He thinks I’m a doll. He seems tenser than before. He must have suspected something. If I were him, I’d think I’m a spy sent out to kill him. We reached a dining area that was located in the traditional area, the seats were floor-leveled and the table just an inch high enough to serve them. 

“Here,” He pulled out a chair for me. 

“Chivalry’s alive?” I laughed as I sat down, and his cologne hit me as he pushed my chair in before taking his own seat. It was spicy, like cinnamon? And vanilla? Mixed with an earthy scent..

“Itadakimasu.” He muttered. 

“Itadakimasu..” I repeated as I grabbed the chopsticks, maki rolls, soup and sushi, today we’re having more Japanese cuisine huh?

“You seem dressed up” He commented as he dug in. 

“So do you, sir..” I tilted my head, putting the salmon sashimi in my mouth. 

“I have somewhere to go after this.” He cleared his throat. Did the nickname catch him off guard?

“I’m coming with you.” I told him. 

“No you’re not.” 

“I am.”

“This isn’t some sort of gameplay.” 

“I am smart enough to realize that.” I stared at him as he looked at his soup, clenching his jaw. 

“Who are you?”

“Lilith.” 

He clenched his jaw again. 

“Trust goes both ways. Aizawa… Shouta.” I looked down when he stared at me, we barely had a minute of eye contact. I suppose I keep him on edge as he keeps me. 

“Who sent you?” He demanded. 

“If I was sent you wouldn’t be breathing right now.” I stuffed my face more, gosh I’m hungry and this food is amazing. 

“Kidding, I’m only joking. Or am I?” I raised a brow. “What I mean to say, Aizawa Shouta, not everyone is your enemy.” I continued. 

“Then what are you?” He reluctantly continued his food. 

“Your hostage. Either way, I will be coming to whatever auction you’re planning to go to.”

We wrapped up and I stood up after dabbing my mouth. He also led the way, arms up to tie his hair back into a messy bun. I’m a big fan of messy buns, but he has thick hair and it seemed painful. I wonder how it feels to touch it. No. 

No.

I want to though. 

It’s none of my business.

Fine. 

I leaned back on the leather seats of his car across from Aizawa who was texting on his phone. I felt my forehead begging mayday. I rubbed my brows, fuck. I have no idea where we’re going. But I just know I have to tag along no matter what. 

“Do you need a gun?” I heard Aizawa’s voice ask as I glanced at him, his eyebags seemed a little better than this morning. 

“No.” I looked out the window. “Turn up the radio, please.” I asked the driver as I dug my bra for my gloss and applied some. 

This is going to be an eventful night, however it may go. 

Shouta

She asked to come, yet wants no weapon. She knows her way with a gun. What the fuck did I fucking get in this claw-game and do I even want to be angry right now? Fuck it, if she died it’s less of a hassle for me. 

We reached and before I could get off she went out first. Eager, I followed, anticipating her trying to escape. But she didn’t. All I saw was her ass shifting very subtly as she cat-walked in front of me on the carpet to the entrance. In the cafe, they took us to the vip lounge where there sat a big round table and I took a seat with my men. 

She remained standing. Wandering about in the lounge room, I could sense and hear the mutters of my own crew either judging her or eye-fucking her. I tapped with my shoes on the hardwood floor, where was Shinsou?

He joined just as I thought that, the cuffs of his sleeve barely hid the trace of a bandage, when did he get hurt? He sat beside me with the folder. I side-eyed him, expecting him to tell me what happened. He leaned into my ear and whispered. 

“Lilith.” 

My eyes trailed to her again, she bent down, ass up as she looked under the table. The guys were making insolent hand gestures. I can’t take this shit, I reached inside my suit jacket for my pack and lit one up, taking a deep breath. Soon, the North Japanese Yakuza joined, and Lilith stood by, glaring them down as they took their seats. 

Her doe eyes were now judgemental and scary. 

I stifled a chuckle, why is she acting like my little bodyguard? 

Then I noticed. 

With the Northern Yakuza was a little girl, about eight? she seemed different, with that condition…Not having pigmentation.. Fuck I forgot the name. Her eyes were red and hair was bluish white. She was dressed in white hospital gown and had bandages all over her arms and legs and neck. The sight already put my stomach in a twist. Why the fuck did they have a little girl? 

“Should we begin?” I cleared my throat, glancing at Lilith and she was already switching glances between me and the girl. 

“Yes, as we mentioned in code we have many benefits of forming an alliance together.” The brunette leader started, wasn’t the leader an old man? 

I kept quiet, letting him do all the talk, we’ll see how this takes us. 

“Out North, we have established secret laboratories where we conduct experiments for a new product that would break the black market.” He continued.  His assistant handed me a tablet that showed me boring statistics. I skimmed over the next slide which explained the product. Serum…. Mutates human genetics? 

“It’s a bullet infused with a new type of germ. It's an unidentified disease, and deadly if not treated. Neither a virus or bacteria. But something far more concerning. It mutates the genes of human DNA.” 

The more I listen, the more I get the urge to vomit. I could feel Lilith’s aura without even exchanging eye contact. The pieces are all coming together. Is the little girl with bandages their donor?

“Of course, to make our finances skyrocket. We intend to have the antidote and sell it to the medicine companies. And with your transportati-” 

I slammed my fist on the table. 

“The Underground Japanese Yakuza does not have business with the likes of you.” I could feel my blood boiling already. 

“Excuse me?” He spoke, laughing. “I’m afraid you have no choice, Eraser.” 

I stood up, but then the rattling of guns aimed at my head and my men aiming theirs on them. 

“You do not force me into a deal.” My tone threatened. 

“We could achieve greatness! Change the world, fix the overpopulation as well. We’d be heroes!” He sounded like a lunatic. And looked like one at that.

“That’s not what we’re supposed to be. Especially with this sickly plan. You disgust me.”

“Gentlemen, fire–” 

“No one moves or your pathetic leader’s dead.” Lilith suddenly came up from under the table and pinned the man by his neck to the wall of the lounge. SHE’S HOLDING A PENCIL IN HER HAND? TO HIS EYE? 

They were about to move the guns when she dangerously ticked his eye as he gulped. “IT’S NOT A THREAT IT’S A FUCKING PROMISE. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO MAKE YOU ALL WITNESS SOMETHING WORSE THAN YOUR PATHETIC LIVES.”  She screamed at us.

Even I froze in fear. 

“Guns down, or one of his eyes is down. You choose.” She ordered. 

One by one, his men put their guns on the table. 

“ON THE FUCKING FLOOR. UNLOADED.” The man had visibly goosebumped when she yelled at him and they threw their guns to the floor. I couldn’t even think such a sound could come out of her.

One of them defied her, grabbing the gun and triggering it and she did not hesitate to stab Chisaki in the eyeball. No one dared to look away except the little girl. The guttural scream of agony that escaped him definitely reached even Italy. Blood poured out of one side of his face as he cried in utter pain. Lilith, unfazed, pulled his eyelids open, and made sure she gouged out the eyeball on the pencil as she pulled it out. It looked like a bloody horror movie kebab. 

She turned to look at us, blood splattered on her face as she let go of Chisaki, I started to pity him. “Anyone want to join him?” She scanned the crowd. 

“I do not need a pencil, I have no problem pulling out your fucking arteries and playing connect with them. Ask this guy.” She patted Shinsou on his back. I saw Chisaki trying to crawl to a gun and load it. 

Before I could think to look at her, she wastes no time turning and slamming her heel on the ground just beside his hand, a loud crack indicating she broke the wooden floor, the gun fell from his hand. 

“I missed~” Her sweet voice cooed. Why was this turning me on? Why with every unexpected turn I find the rush of adrenaline going to all the wrong places? 

She lifted her dress, hiking her knee off the floor and tilting her head. “Which part of you should I step on? Does my underwear look cute from down there?” She asked him before pivoting and stepping on his thigh. The four-inch heel tore through his flesh as blood splattered on her calves. His cry was even worse than before. 

But all I could think of was her in a lingerie with blood splatters of her torture session right now. 

“I want to keep him. He’s fun.” She looked at me after taking out her heel from his flesh, a fountain of blood started coating everything as she squirmed and dug her heel back where it was to stop the blood. 

“What a mess you’ve fucking made.” She continues to degrade him as she takes off the heel, leaving it inside him as she walks one barefoot towards me, her eyes empty and daring – whatever that was behind them, that was the realness of the woman who stood before me. 

“Tell me, Eraser, do I look better in black?”

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Intro

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introduction post!!

hi!! I’m mora or ray! I use he/him pronouns (I’m non-binary) n I’m bi, aroace n polyamorous!! I really love marine biology so you’ll probably find a lot of that on here.

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- I’m always up for civil discussion and debate, especially since I primarily post wildlife-related content. please correct me on any incorrect information I post about marine science and in general. like for realsies it’s no biggy!! i love learning and I don’t wanna spread misinformation

- also if u just wanna say hi or discuss marine bio together or smth pls shoot me a message!! I may not be the best at responding but I totally love meeting new people with similar interests!!

- also also!! in regards to my policies with my posts/blog interaction: spam liking is totally okay!! I also tend to respond late to asks bc I often don’t have the energy to immediately, but PLS KNOW I LOVE ASKS!! I have the best time talking abt stuff n meeting new people

I think that’s it?? if u have any questions lmk!! have fun on my silly blog :}}

#introduction post #pinned post

[namaikiii]

Part 1 of ??? of the Twisted Wonderland Cookbook (coming soon to a bookstore near you)  

Jamil’s birthday snack features Kahk, a butter biscuit popular in the Middle East especially during the post-Ramadan feast (Eid al-Fitr).

Thank you @yoiloveyosstuff for the suggestion. I think my family is going to finish these cookies before I even get a bite ^^;;

[Recipe provided by Tasty]

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst fun #twst recipes #my first time using ghee #actually my first time making Middle Eastern cuisine/dessert #It was fun #I hope I did it justice #Please feel to lmk if any info needs to be corrected #Jamil Viper

[ahsxual]

Can I get 🌹 with any of the Evans(you choose, I’m not picky🤪)? Smut if you’re up for it?

My name is Emily, in my twenties, I’m around 5’5, curvy af, mixed race(brown skin), brown eyes, long brown hair. Lmk if you need anymore info!

Congrats again 🥰🥰🥰

A/N: Thank you for requesting this, honey!! I hope you enjoy this 💞 And thank you so much!! It means a lot 🥰 I decided to write about Jimmy, since he's such a sweet, sexy guy!! This is longer than I intended, but I hope you still like it <33 Also, I'm so sorry for any spelling mistakes!! I tried to post this as fast as I could, but I'll correct it later!

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing

"Emily?" your boyfriend called you, searching for you in the giant tent.

"I'm here, honey!" he turned around to see you putting the last chair on top of the other ones. "Do you need something?" you innocently asked, worried that something wrong might have happened.

"Actually yes." he said with a huge smirk planted on his face, while eyeing you up and down, and you immediately knew what his real intentions were. You watched him getting closer to you slowly, his plump lips being placed between his perfectly aligned teeth. "I actually just... need my gorgeous girlfriend... right here, right now." he whispered seductively in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core as well.

"Jimmy, someone could-"

"Shh-shh." he immediately shushed you. "Everyone is already inside their tents sleeping or reading a goddamn book." you could notice pure eagerness in his sweet voice, which made you slightly laugh.

"We have to be quick then..." now it was your turn to tease him. The moment those words left your lips, he didn't waste time to kiss you passionately, grabbing your ass and lifting you in the process, and you instinctively put your legs around his thin, slender waist. He lead you to your favorite spot inside the huge tent so you could have more privacy, and when you got there, he didn't waste any time on taking off all of your clothes, leaving you completely naked and vulnerable, while he was fully clothed.

"Uh... aren't you forgetting something?" you eyed his body so he could catch what you were trying to say, but he seemed nonchalant about it: in fact, he even laugh at your statement.

"Did you already forgot who's in charge, babygirl?" his voice was suddenly lower and his intense stare burned into yours. "Tsk-tsk, how disappointing... I guess I have to remind you, so you won't forget it ever again." he said before grabbing firmly a fist of your long, brown hair: not enough to hurt, but enough to make you wetter and your nipples to get hard. You moaned louder than you intended to, and that sound only made his cock to throb painfully inside his pants.

His free hand navegated your body, as if he was a passionate navigator who was excitedly, yet meticulously finding new, undiscovered worlds... however, that wasn't the case, since he knew so well every spot of that body of yours.

"Have I told you how perfect you are for me?" he whispered softly, like he was telling that for himself, yet he wanted you to hear it too. His hands traveled down your body: through your neck, your sensitive nipples, your waist, until he stopped right on top of your clit, his ghost fingertips touching your extremely sensitive bud so carefully.

"Please Jimmy... please touch me already, I can't take it anymore..." you shyly admitted, hoping to get Jimmy out of that trance he seemed to be submerged in, whenever he looked attentively at your naked body right in front of his blessed eyes. The truth is that you couldn't take it anymore, desesperate for your skilled boyfriend to touch you like no other man ever could.

When he came back to his senses, he looked deeply at your dark, brown eyes, before starting to collect your juices on his long fingers and rub your clit ever so gently. He loved to tease you and test your limits, hearing you beg for more of his touch.

"P-please baby, go harder!" you pleaded, his grip on your hair only getting tighter once he decided to push two of his joined fingers into your wet, tight hole. You almost screamed by the pure pleasure that his sudden movement provided you, so he decided to devore your lips hungrily in attempt to shut you up.

Your tongues fought for dominance (him obviously winning), while his fingers increased their speed inside your dripping, warm pussy. After a few minutes of immense pleasure, you finally reached your sweet release, making Jimmy smile on your lips. He then crouched down onto his knees to clean you up with his skilled tongue, however the overstimulation was becoming too much for you to handle.

"Jimmy, g-give me a moment!" you were out of breath, and even with your eyes closed, you could still hear your boyfriend's sigh, obviously annoyed by the fact he couldn't eat you out properly. When you got to your senses, you prepared yourself to get down on your knees, until you felt him grab your arm firmly.

"Ah-ah, what do you think your doing, sweet cheeks?" he asked you with a serious, alarming tone.

"I was going to... return you the favor..?" you shyly answered, causing him to smirk at you.

"What happened to the "we have to be quick" part?" he approached you, not breaking eye contact for one split second, before he whispered into your ear once again. "Turn around and spread wide those sexy legs for me, baby." you immediately obeyed him, eager for your second orgasm of that night.

You could heard him unzipping his pants in a fast motion, before you felt his long shaft entering your pussy without any warning. He started to pound you hard and fast, like he wanted to break you right there and then, and you would be lying if you said that pain wasn't the most pleasuring feeling you ever felt.

"Oh fuck, Jimmy! Don't fucking stop!!" you moaned loudly, and you were sure that anyone could hear you two having fun... but you couldn't care less at that point.

"Don't worry babygirl, I don't intend to." he answered between long, deep breaths. In the tiny place you were fucking, the only sounds that could be heard were your loud moans, his deep grunts and the wet sounds of skin slapping. "Holy shit baby, you have no idea how those perfect curves of yours make my cock so fucking hard! I'm gonna fill this tight pussy of yours with my cum, and you will thank me for it and take it like the good girl you are!" you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, so you knew he was close... and so were you. Like he could read your mind, you felt one of his hands rub your clit hard and fast, while his other hand grabbed your waist firmly to keep his pace steady.

Not much later, you both reached your so needed releases, making you moan at the feeling of his thick cum deep inside you. Once he pulled out, both of you tried to catch your deep breathes, your bodies being covered by sweat.

"We should do this more often..." he said after recovering from his high and you simply nodded at him, not having enough energy to answer him properly. "But next time, you will let me eat my girl down there like she deserves."

#jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #Jimmy darling x y/n #jimmy darling imagine #Jimmy darling fanfic #ahs freakshow #ahs imagines #ahs smut #jimmy darling smut #requested #ahs imagine #ahs fanfiction #ahs fandom #smut fanfiction #smut requests #freakshow #American Horror Story #evan peters #american horror story #ahs fic

[stele3]

I know you're a fan so it'll be hard to be objective, but can you give me a rundown on Black Sails re: Manpain? I used to love grimdark, gritty, "realistic", "optimism is for children" stuff but as I've grown, my tolerance for that kind of gratuitous angst has waned. I'm desperate for some good Gay Content and I like pirates but I don't want to get involved if it's super...y'know. Toxic masculinity, male angst, Game of Thrones-y. Thx!

(I hope it’s okay that I’m answering publicly, this is a valid question that people should know the answer to before they start watching. If you’d prefer to be private, lmk and I will delete. There’s also some vague spoilers.)

There is…a not-insignificant amount of male angst and toxic masculinity in Black Sails…but I feel like it’s actually called out in the text? And subverted, in many cases: you spend almost two seasons thinking that this one character has a lot of Male Angst and then it turns out that he’s gay and has REALLY GOOD REASONS for being as angsty as he is. And then he tries to burn down the British Empire.

For all the male angst, the most powerful people in the series are usually women, especially queer women. Meanwhile, the male character who succeeds the most in achieving his goals is the one who chooses to ally with the women and who most decidedly does not adhere to a traditionally masculine role.

IDK, it’s a whole bunch of morally-grey people trying really hard to get the things they want and occasionally doing terrible things in the process, but in some ways it’s really hopeful? It has a lot to say about colonization and imperialism and slavery, and honestly most of the characters that you want to see live actually do survive. This isn’t a gratuitous Game of Thrones bloodbath.

Add to that, there is a wide spectrum of queer representation in the series. There’s a lesbian of color, a bisexual woman, another lesbian, two gay men, an asexual man (YAY!!!!!!!! My peeps never get represented!!!), and even a genderqueer character skating in at the very end. Of those, only one dies and actually stays dead. Won’t tell you who, that’d ruin the surprise. ;)

One thing to note: there is a significant rape storyline in the first season (really, the first season is the weakest) from episodes 1x03 to 1x06. It involves the lesbian of color; I’m willing to summarize that plotline if you need more info. That’s the only instance of rape that I can remember in the series–if other people recall any more, please do speak up in the comments to correct me.

#black sails #sparrowhawkandco

[bitterblue-city]

Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction writers I have sewing info to help you!!!

Miraculous ladybug fanfiction writers!!!! Hello! I absolutely LOVE reading fanfic for this show, I honestly have read 10x more fanfic than I have watched the show, I just love the characters and the wonderful stories you all create! One reason i love the show is because i am a fellow fashion designer student and I thought I would make a post to help out you wonderful writers who want some more fashion terminology or insight or whatever! Also if I say something wrong or if any other people want to add feel free to add and correct me I just want to contribute to this wonderful adorable fandom, I have only written one fanfiction before (danny phantom) and writing is super hard and i just wanna give some insight about being a design student!

- poking yourself with pins very true, happens all the frickin time, I have bled on things i’ve been making and have mini heart attacks

- college AU’s spending hours in the sewing lab and getting pizza and eating off of the pattern paper before a huge project is due 

- MOOD BOARDS!! making a board and using hella photoshop and illustrator, putting pictures to make a board of what inspires the outfit/line of clothing you are making 

- creating flat patterns on illustrator is something we have to do, it has the details of the sewing and stuff you gotta do

- I have read your saliva gets out your own blood so i literally started licking a light pink skirt i was making to get out the blood, which i didn’t even realize I was bleeding until the red splotch appeared

- I personally however have not cut myself with scissors while cutting fabric, you usually are laying a pattern on the material and will not have a hand close enough to the scissors to cut yourself, now Marinette is clumsy so if she tripped and fell and hit her scissors it that could happen but her cutting herself with scissors while cutting material is not something I have personally encountered

- when I make pattern for things i sit at my sewing table staring at a piece of paper trying to work out the math for different measurements, like how many inches do i need to make 10 pleats into a 26 inch waist skirt? how long of a hem do I need?

- before I went to college I would use wrapping paper for pattern paper when making my own patterns

- instead of using the word “mannequin” for what she is working on maybe use “dress form” both can work but this is just a me thing? idk

- another form of design is draping fabric directly onto the dress form and using pins to figure out the design you want

- forgetting you shoved a pencil in your bun and your parents looking at you funny, it happens

- spending WAY TOO FUCKING LONG in the fabric store, time moves differently there, you just stare and it can be really irritating to find the exact fabric you want to match the image in your head

- sewing for a few hours and forgetting to eat

- finding threads literally ALL OVER YOUR OUTFIT, if i don't have at least 3 different threads on me did i really do anything?

- threads covering the floor bc you just throw them when you cut them

- dropping a sewing needle and doing a wide eye stare until you can locate the very slim sliver of metal before you stab your foot bc you should wear shoes but you don't, (I have stabbed my foot with the non-sharp side of a needle, not fun)

- seam ripping, sewing one thing realizing you did it wrong and sitting there with a seam ripper for 10-20 minutes undoing what you did

- machine malfunctions: the bobbin (bottom thread) not matching up with the top thread and the stitches look all loopy on one side and you want to fucking throw your machine out the gosh darn window

- ironing fabric

- spending hours just pinning and minimal actual sewing, so many pins

- it has been X amount of days since stabbed with a pin (probably 0)

- everyone asking hey i need a button/hem/shoe/shirt fixed can you do it?(yes, i fixed the threading for a shoe some guy on my floor asked, honestly i did so much they knew me as the girl to go to if you needed something fixed sewing wise or anything arts and crafts related)

- also cosplays just today I was asked if i could make a shirt for my friend’s mom’s friend’s daughter

- i once drove to the fabric store to pick up more fabric and thought i don't need to bring a swatch i know what color it is, it was ever ever so slightly off and i would have hated it so i had to drive back return it and get the right one (yes i brought a swatch that time)

- the smallest details bugging you: some stitches look a little wavy, the thread got tangled a little on the hand stitching, snipping the fabric a little too close to the seam, it's the small things no one else sees that kills you

- cutting out fabric wrong and just getting frustrated and taking a deep breath, buying more and doing it right

- sitting down to work one day on a project, fucking up once, and just saying “nope, nope, i'm not even, i'm done for the day” , or after a long day and making a mistake and being like ok that's enough i'll fix it tomorrow

- almost knocking over the dressform and seeing your life flash before your eyes bc those are like upwards of $100

- SOMETHING REALLY CUTE: Last year i fixed two buttons and a sleeve of a shirt for this guy on my floor and i later learned he ripped off the buttons just so i could sew them back on and he could see me and talk to me (it was adorable but we didn’t work as a couple but still friends) but i figure maybe some chat or adrian would do bc he I had no idea i was just like how is this skinny boy popping buttons off his shorts??? (idk why but if you use this could you credit me? It’s a personal thing kinda and I also I just wanna know so i can read it and be like omg so cute)

- also one of my friends sometimes comes over and sits on the couch and we just talk and she watches me as I sew, its very nice and i feel like alya would totally sit and be on the Ladyblog and her and Marinette would just chat while she sews

 I could probably think of a billion more but that's all for now, if anyone has any questions or wants help or anything please let me know! I love sewing and miraculous ladybug but most of all is the beautiful stories you all create <3

(also if this does help you or you use stuff from this please lmk i would love to read your stories!)

#miraculous ladybug and chat noir #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybug and chat noir #marinette cheng #marinette dupain-cheng #sewing #marinette sewing #chat noir #marichat #fashion #fanfiction #sewing student #writing #fanfiction writers #fanfiction writing