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temis-de-leon · 5 days

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Love potion and Dateables - Part 3

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Intro , Part 1 , Part 2

Masterlist

CW: fluff, hurt, insecurities, Barbatos is living in a horror movie for a hot minute, boys are crushing hard and MC is implied to be crushing hard too, pre-established relationship

A/N: I didn't know what to do for Simeon's part and it turned out to be the longest

Diavolo

His extensive knowledge on etiquette begged him to knock the door, but his longing asked him otherwise. He didn’t have much time until Lucifer came looking for him and he really, deeply, needed to see you.

RAD’s latest festival had been a massive hit, various stalls displaying regional costumes, homemade food and games, and he had been naïve enough to think he finally had the chance to take you on a real date. A moment with no interruptions for him to show you how he felt and for you to, hopefully, love him back.

Sadly, spirit week passed by and Diavolo barely had any time to see you. All he watched, from your stunning features to your sparkling eyes, had been from afar. And now, days later, he still felt a tingle in his chest whenever he remembered how you looked during the festivities.

So he knocked once, twice, thrice, until his impatience got the best of him and made him open the door.

The room was dark, but your scent still lingered. It felt weird, however. What was it? Your blood and sweat? The products you used on your body and your clothes? Scented candles, perfume, food…? What was it? A mix of everything, it seemed.

The guilt of intruding your private space mildly subdued when he saw the cauldron on the table.

So that’s what it was. Surely homework for Solomon, although he’d had to ask the sorcerer what was the purpose of this particular assignment.

The potion looked like blood covered velvet and it immediately reminded him of his future: a rich fabric drowned in danger. On the other hand, its warmth soon embraced his face, allowing him to imagine your fingers caressing his cheekbones, your lips covering his in a smile with ridiculous care.

Diavolo sighed and walked away from the table, not sure of what to do. He couldn’t stay and risk being caught by you, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night if he went back to the castle without talking to you first.

He checked his uniform, straightening his tie before brushing his hair with his fingers.

If he was lucky, he’d cross paths with you on the hallway.

Barbatos

The House of Lamentation was introduced to a new routine the moment Barbatos saw that rat. Mandatory deep cleaning once a week and very recommended evacuation once a month for disinfecting purposes. Barbatos would refuse to enter the house otherwise, which was the last thing he wanted to do because he hadn’t spent any quality time with you in days.

There had been chit-chat in RAD whenever he saw you, as well as short trivial conversations on the phone. He’d also tried to invite you to his tamest shopping trips and as much tea parties as he was capable of organizing, but damn the brothers for being jealous and making everything so difficult.

Never in his life he would’ve believe he’d feel thankful for a rat’s existence.

However, MC, if you didn’t open your door in the next ten seconds he would open it himself.

Barbatos knocked again, mouth full of saliva and heart jumping out of his chest. He could feel something crawling up his back, whiskers and soft fur exploring his skin under the uniform and tiny claws scratching whatever they could.

Unable to keep waiting in the deserted hallway, wide enough for any rodent to run up to him without being detected, he rushed inside your room and closed the door with a bang. He felt deeply embarrassed, thankful that you weren’t there to see his dishevelled state, but his demeanour changed when he smelt the room.

It was something he was very familiar with: the tea blend he made just for you! Smiling softly at the realization, he created an image in his mind; you trying to do the blend on your own and succeeding. It made his heart soar in pride and apreciation.

His mood quickly changed without him noticing and soon the only thing occupying his mind was you. How thankful you were of his actions, MC, how happy you made him feel by simply existing.

Feeling stronger than ever and giving himself a few more seconds to breathe and regain his rationality, Barbatos opened the door and stepped out of your room.

His fears be damned; he was in dire need of your presence.

Solomon

Your smell vanished soon after your departure and Solomon had to grip the edges of the table to stop himself from grabbing the vial again. He knew what would happen then, as it happened before. He would lose himself in the potion and the memories within, every reason he had to love you and to feel loved by you.

Your humanity, tainted, but still present, the colour of your eyes, the softness of your skin; the lack of horns and wings and tail. How you trusted him against everyone’s advice, like you knew there was more to him that no one else bothered to see.

And he refused to feel threatened by someone like Mammon; Barbatos or Simeon he could understand, but why Mammon? Why did he have to sit and stare whenever the Avatar of Greed reached the limit of his jealousy? And why did that limit lower when Solomon was present?

He frowned in anger and frustration. Ironically, the thing he knew would make him feel better was the one he was viciously trying to avoid. Was he even an option for you, MC? Asmo did tell him from time to time to go for it, but he also inserted himself in those fantasies, so Solomon tended to take his words with a pinch of salt.

Unable to resist the temptation of your comfort, he walked towards the cabinet and grabbed the vial again. How could such a small container radiate so much warmth? For so many years he had it and in just a few months it grew stronger than ever.

Reinvigorated.

That’s how you made him feel. You may call him an old man and he may be an old man, MC, but he wasn’t one to bend the knee and he wouldn’t start doing that now.

Feeling determined, Solomon vaguely waved his hand and watched as his room tidied up itself. Books flying to the shelves on the walls, spell equipment returning to its original place in the table and clothes resting in hangers.

You once called him Mary Poppins and he had yet to understand, but never mind that for now.

He’d give you enough time to make your own potion during the evening and then he’d go to the House of Lamentation. Having your friendship was enough, but King Solomon the Wise never settled.

Simeon

The moment he heard Solomon’s door close, his heart went up his throat, blood rushing through his body in excitement. The table was full of vegetables, meats and fruit native to the Devildom, the result of experimentation as a cure to boredom, and he deeply hoped you could stay for dinner. He needed more testers other than Luke’s sweet tooth and Solomon’s destroyed palate.

To his disappointment, the only thing you did when you entered the kitchen was wave goodbye.

“Gotta leave, Simeon! Enjoy dinner!”

“Wait! MC!”

You turned around, fighting to force your arm inside the jacket with your schoolbag tightly secured between your legs. You looked at him silently, embarrassed? Probably due to the unnecessary effort when gathering your things.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? There’s more than enough for all of us”

You smiled back at him, suddenly bashful, before pointing at your bag.

“I have homework to do, blame your roommate”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, trying not to show his dissatisfaction at seeing you leaving once again, but he could try another time. Probably best to ask in advance, though.

“What did he ask you to do?”

His hands went back to the food, cleaning, cutting and slicing with carefulness, but his eyes were set on you. Simeon couldn’t help but feel anything other than delight when he noticed you leaving the bag on the floor and coming closer.

“It’s a love potion, he said it might come in handy in the future”

“Did he now?”

For what, he may wonder. He hoped you never felt the need to use it; your heart was more than enough to enchant anyone you encountered.

“He showed it to me once, too” he confessed, not really thinking through what he was saying “It smelled rather nice; although I suppose that’s its purpose…”

His mouth stayed open, unsure of what to say next, before finally closing with a snap. Simeon’s attention went back to the food once more, failing to see your uncertainty at his words.

“And what did you…?”

He raised his gaze when you stopped talking and your shy demeanour took him by surprise. Did something happen? Did he say something wrong? He was about to ask, worried at your silence, but you beat him to it.

“Forget it, it’s nothing. I’m going home, okay? I need to study”

“Stay safe, MC”

You nodded, then grabbed your bag again and left the kitchen. Barely a minute later he heard the front door open and close one final time.

Whatever happened? Everything seemed to be doing okay, although he did stop looking at you for a short moment. Did the love potion have something to do with it? Solomon better pray that wasn’t the case, otherwise he’d be learning a new method of teaching very soon.

Fortunately for the sorcerer, thinking about the love potion again made him remember what he smelled when he saw it for the first time. A faint scent of old books, like a memory, and a stronger coat of cinnamon, cocoa powder and whipped cream.

He had a great idea.

Maybe a couple of pastries would make you feel better! He’d need to notify Lucifer in advance so someone could hide the desserts from Beel until you were finished.

Or should he deliver them in person? Simeon couldn’t avoid imagining you opening your bedroom door, smile wide in your face upon seeing him and offering him to eat his baking together, like many times before.

He’d make sure to prepare your favourites; he knew them by memory.

@hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav @zarakem @yuuvis32 @anxious-chick @commets-space @deepestartisanhumanoidshark @ourfinalisation

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prettyboypistol · 6 months

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TF2 x M!Reader|| How The Mercs Get Jealous!

You and the merc have just started dating, and have kinda kept it on the down low for the time being. While at a neutral zone bar, the Scout from the opposite tram decides to try and shoot his shot with you.

No dadspy.

Scout

He already doesn't like the fact that he is at a bar where BLU is drinking at, even if it was a neutral day! But what really got to him was how blatantly his (obviously inferior, duh!)counterpart started hitting on you! First it was a shot that he covered, then it was a joke that made you laugh a little too loudly. Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek and got between you two rather quickly.

"Hey. Back off freak! Like he'd ever want some knockoff, halfwit, loser lookin' Scout like you!"

You couldn't help but choke back a laugh as the BLU Scout gave Jeremy a once over, then backed away with a sneering of something under his breath.

"Hey, whaddya say!? Say it to my face, punk!" Jeremy shouted. Before he got up from his spot next to you to beat the BLU's face in, you put a hand on his shoulder.

"Jer, please. Like you said, why would I want a knockoff over the #1?"

Jeremy turned to you with a look of confidence- but you knew him well enough to know that he was clearly hiding a but of insecurity.

"You're my Scout." You assured sweetly, "accidentally" brushing your hand against his. That seemed to put his spirits back up.

Soldier

"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, SON! THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS RED PROPERTY! IF YOUR SCUMMY BLU HANDS EVEN TOUCH HIM, YOU'LL WISH SOONER THAT YOU TRIED FOR OUR INTELLIGENCE!"

Scout gave you both a weird look and backed off, hands up in a sign of defensiveness. You nudged Soldier's shoulder before quickly whispering in his ear.

"Solly! You're gonna get us to lose bar privileges this week!" You remind him, rather sternly. It had been a while since you had socialized in a neutral zone, after all!

"Why? That Scout was clearly looking to upset the neutral agreement!"

"He asked me about weather probabilities to see if he was going to have to fight in the rain tomorrow! We broke BLUS weather detection, remember?"

"Hmph! Sounds like worming his way into our intelligence! You're lucky I was here to stop him, private!"

You rolled your eyes with a tired smile as you went back to your drink, but felt the hot breath of Soldier in your ear as he bent over you to whisper.

"I caught him making eyes at you and I didn't like it. I don't trust him."

Aww, you couldn't help but find that sweet.

Pyro

You know that one scene from the comics where Pyro cuts a goddam bear in half? Yeah, same thing here. They see you and Scout at the bar, just casually chatting, then when you turn away, the Scout bites his lip and looks at your ass blatantly. To Pyro, Scout morphed into a big, bad wolf. You? You sprouted cute little sheep ears! Pyro wasn't about to let the cute little sheep get eaten, so they lunged at the Scout out of nowhere, the only thing that stopped them from decapitating the poor guy was you swiping the axe from Pyro's hands at the last second.

You profusely apologize to the Scout as you pull Pyro off of him and whisk yourself and your partner away to one of the more quiet corners. You hold Pyro by the hands and direct them to breathe. Once, twice, and a third time, before you let them start to explain themselves.

Once the situation was explained, you kissed their forehead and nodded in sympathy. You knew your partner thought you were in danger, and hell- you would do the same if you saw Pyro in danger they didn't notice! Nonetheless, you thanked Pyro for the protection and talked them down from their worries. You asked your Engineer to explain the situation to the enemy Scout, who refuses to even look at you again.

"Thank you for protecting me, that means a lot that your first instinct was to look out for my safety."

Pyro nodded and pulled you into a hug. They were just worried for you! They knew that there wasn't a good chance that the danger was real- but Pyro was not about to take that chance. Not after they had lost that gamble before.

Demoman

He slammed his hand down between the both of you as Scout leaned in for a whispering in your ear and announced a drinking contest. Whoever lost had to pay the tab! Yeah, the RED Scout was annoyed, but noreso at your blatant advantage! Demoman probably had your insane Medic sew him an auto-recovery from alcohol! That wasn't fair!

So, you and Scout decided to pace yourselves against each other, with Demoman as the judge. As the flirtatious tension morphed into that of competition, Demoman seemed to smile proudly at his work. He didn't mind if people lusted after you- that was a compliment to the fact that he snagged you first! It was only an issue when you didn't notice. That's when he felt he had to intervene.

You had scraped the win by a hair. While you clearly had a lower tolerance than the Scout, you had remembered a few tips and tricks to keep your wits about you longer that the judge himself had taught you! Although, there was no satisfaction of RED paying your tab, as you both had forgotten that the night out was a Mann Co. Sponsored event.

The next morning, Demoman tended to you extra sweet with little possessive nicknames such as "My boy", "my champ", and "Blu's finest". He never mentioned why, though, so you assumed that it was to apologize for the wicked hangover you had.

Engineer

He sits back and watches, but not without ill intent. No, this man plotted that little twig's demise at least 10 times in his head as you two sat a little too close together, as you two got so lost in conversation that you switched beers by accident, how you two seemed to get on a little too well. In fact, Dell had only realized that he was stewing when his mechanical arm cracked off a bit of the table that he had been grasping for dear life.

The noise certainly got both of your attentions, and if it didn't, then the loud curse in a familiar southern accent did. Engue usually kept an air of politeness about him, so you automatically knew something was up as he walked- or rather stormed up to the two of you.

He greeted the Scout with a forced and sickly sweet smile, and he introduced himself quickly before he asked to steal you away for all but a moment. You excused yourself quickly and followed Engie to the bathrooms, where your boyfriend started rambling things you couldn't quite hear. All youu knew was that whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant and it was all directed at that Scout.

"Dell, what's going on? Did that Scout fuck with one of your sentries?"

"No, no. I-" Dell took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again. "No doll, he was making googoo eyes at you, and I don't think I appreciated that kinda disrespect."

You nod, with a hum of acknowledgement. Now that you thought about it, he was acting rather familiar...

"Sorry, I guess I didn't realize how close we were while it was happening. Do you want me to steer clear of him for the night?"

"Well-" Dell said, clearly wanting to say yes. "You're your own man, I don't wanna step on your toes or nothin, it's just that- he uh, he's got some bad intentions with you. I can tell."

You smile sweetly as you give your boyfriend a gentle kiss. "I'd much rather spend the night with you, anyways."

Heavy

Scout barely had the time to get a word out to you as your Heavy scooped you up in a seemingly sudden victory cheer. In one of his hands was a drink, so you assumed that your boyfriend had wanted to congratulate you on something that you had done recently to impress him.

"Tiny man! Come here, I have gift for you for being best teammate!" Heavy announced as he brought you over to a booth and started speaking to you in Russian. Yeah, you could swing your way around Russian well enough to understand certain words. You could make out "no", "bad", and "dangerous" vaguely, but the body language made more sense to you. Heavy didn't trust that Scout too well. He seemed fine with you talking to the RED Engineer, but not the Scout?

"What's wrong?"

Heavy kept his voice low and quiet, for your ears only.

"Scout wanted to make sex with you. Look at his eyes." He muttered with a quick glance to the lithe man. He was more built than your scout, speckled with more freckles and dark blue eyes instead of your Scout's light blue eyes.

"I'd smash his head in if he made a move on me, I promise." You assured your boyfriend sweetly, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"No no, I will bash his little brains in." Heavy assured.

Sniper

Stalks both of you like a shadow. He allowed Scout to buy you a drink, he allowed him to entertain his boyfriend, hell- he even allowed Scout to put his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder! With a downing of beer, a fast and powerful dart knocked Scout's hat off his head and pinned it to the wall. The look Sniper gave nearly made the Scout drop dead from the venom.

"Missed."

Scout knew damn well that he missed his head, not the dart board. Scout nodded you a quick good evening and scampered back to his team as Sniper looked to the outside. He just wanted to talk, in private.

As soon as you followed Sniper out of the bar, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into the alleyway, pressing you up against the cold brick wall as Sniper kissed you deeply.

You were only given a small moment to breathe as Sniper leaned close to your ear. "Don't you ever let someone touch my boyfriend again, got it?"

"God, you're hot when you're jealous."

"I'll drag you back to my camper if you keep misbehaving." Sniper 'threatened', smiling far too excitedly to be angry at the idea. You took your opportunity to grab him by the wrist and drag him to his van.

Spy

He found it funny and cute in a way, how the RED Scout tried to hit on you. A young man with laughable experience tried to charm a man who had the best of the best that gave him attention? Spy had nothing to worry about. Although, the accepting of the invitation to dance drunkenly made his stomach turn sour. You and Scout laughed and stumbled around each other haphazardly, moreso slapstick joking rather than dancing. At least Scout kept his hands to himself.

Scout started to ask you genuine questions over a calming drink, and that is where Spy snapped. He sauntered over to you with a look of importance as he tapped you on the shoulder.

"Ah, I must steal you away. Miss Pauling had an important message for you." Spy whispered into your ear, his eyes glared with a gloating essence at Scout.

"Well, I'll catch you later, okay?" You smile sweetly to Scout, who waved you goodbye as Spy whisked you away to the other side of the bar before he cloaked himself as he pressed you against the wall. His body was flush against yours, with his hot breath on your neck.

"So, younger men catch your eye? I can be him for a night, if you're curious?" Spy hummed, as you practically heard the Cheshire grin of teasing in his whispered tone as you blushed red. At least you could blame it on the booze.

"No Spy, he's just an old friend. Coincidence that we both work at Mann Co." You whisper back as Spy worked his hands over your body, brazenly groping your chest, legs, and ass while he remained unseen.

Medic

Medic watched as the RED Scout performed a silly little knife trick to impress you, and Medic knew exactly what he was doing. Scout was a puffed up bird, trying to gain your interest. Really, even Archemedes had more of a pretty routine than Scout did! In fact, Medic approached you, with Archmedes on his finger to lure you away from the failed suitor.

As you cooed and doted on the dove, Medic shot Scout a scarily smug look as you were completely distracted with the bird that absolutely loved your affections.

"You know, you're the only one Archemedes ever loved for affection from! Well, aside from me of course! I think he's got a little crush on you!"

You giggle, scratching behind the dove's head with little kisses to his soft feathers. "Ah yes, the bird love of my life. He's so caring. I'd be a housewife for him!" You teased to Medic with a little wink. "He's almost as jealous as you, with how he puffs up when I kiss you."

"You have two jealous men vying for your affection, whoever will you choose?" Medic hummed dramatically.

"Well, Archemedes would never take blood samples to see if we are biologically compatible."

"That was only once!"

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kingconia · 7 months

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OMG HIHI so I saw some of your posts and I was like “OMG THIS IS SO GOOD??” So obviously I HAD TO MADE A REQUEST (ofc if it’s open‼️)

OKAY SOO I was wondering YK if you would be comfortable enough to make a Vil schoenheit x (gn or fem) Ace detective! Reader

(LIKEE.. Idk for example like let’s take Goro Akechi from persona 5 as a example, OR EVEN RANPO FROM BSD)

ANYWAY you have an AMAZING DAY, WONDERFUL WEEK AND AN AWESOME MONTH‼️

A/N: That was such a curious request! I had a lot of fun working on it, and I thank you dearly for all kind words. Also, I decided mostly to take Ranpo as an inspiration for the character—his belief that his superpower is the deduction fits the setting nicely.

VIL SCHOENHEIT AND GN!READER, WHO IS PROFESSIONAL DETECTIVE

— From the very childhood, you were a quite unique kid. You knew everything about everyone as you noticed the smallest details that others people would never see. And these observations helped you to make a logical conclusion about the person. You were too smart for your own good;

— Your family liked to teasingly call you Sherlock Holmes wannabe, but you knew it better: it was some kind of superpower. It had to be it;

— Others laughed, hearing about that. Until... You woke up in the world of mages, beastmen, and others creatures. And everything started to make more sense;

— When you declared to the headmaster that your unique magic is about being a perfect detective, he was suspicious at first. And so, you decided to prove him wrong;

— You did. Thanks to your powers, you were able to determine the strangeness in other students' attitude;

— You saw through Riddle in your first meeting with him. It took a three minutes to tell that he had problems with over-controlling mother. And so, mixed with your straightforwardness, you helped him not to overblot;

— The same thing happened with Leona. You cracked his plan in the right time, and prevented everything before it even started;

— Your personal favourite case was Scarabia's one. You caught Jamil so quickly—mostly, because he acted too hot-headedly, living evidences everywhere, but it was his motive that flared up your interest;

— As you stopped students from overblotting easily, diving deeper in their stories, excitement filled you even more;

— And so, Crowley unwillingly admitted that you, indeed, should have some powers to do what you do;

— When you were assigned to help with the VDC, you found out the next possible victim of the overblot in a few seconds—Vil Schoenheit himself! And not only that, but you even managed to figure out the little secret of his vice;

— However, you took some time to catch him red-handed on something, to trigger the conversation. That happened when he wanted to poison his rival;

— Vil was devastated by your involvement. But, to his surprise, you chose to speak with him about it privately;

— He didn't overblot. Instead, he broke down in front of you, in the empty dressing room;

— After that, Vil started to respect you even more than. before. If earlier, he thought highly to you because of your merits, now, he also was aware of his respectful you treating people, choosing to talk with them and help.

— He became your friend, eventually;

— Running around, solving mysteries, and doing gods know what, you forgot about a lot of things—drinking water, eating your meals, taking care of your appearance. And so, Vil always looked after you, offering his help in shy attempts to spend some time with you;

— However, there was one thing that he couldn't quite understand about you...

•

”Urgh, give me a week, and I will finish with Ignihyde as well,” you muttered, frowning, while Vil was combing through your wet hair. ”With all of my work, I can't understand how this stupid mirror can't already sort me in some dorm. At this point, I will be fine even with Savannaclaw.”

The thing was... Mirror continued insisting that you held no magical powers to your name.

And the more Vil spent time around you, he started to agree with that—you were human. Human without any powers.

What you think was your unique magic was just your brain. You were smart, you were ridiculously unbeatable in that, surely, you knew it yourself. Then, why you had this urge to think that it was magic and not you, who made everything better?

”Y/n?”

”Hm?”

”Why do you want to have magical power so badly?”

Vil could easily assume that it was because you stuck there, with them, in the place, where everyone had magic. Anyone on your place could have felt inferior about that. But the thing was, you thought, this magic was with you since you were little.

”I don't,” you protested instantly. ”I just have it—and that's the fact.”

”Even in our world, there a lot of people without magic,” he added. ”My father, for example. And—”

”...You don't believe that I am a mage?” You cut through his words sharply.

He couldn't see your face from where he was standing, but he could tell you sounded upset. Vil had no intentions to hurt you, but... He had no reason to lie to you, either. He liked to be honest with people he loved, and he loved you, truly.

”I think, you are the smartest person I had ever know,” he hummed, carefully choosing his next words. ”But that has nothing to do with magic.”

You were silent for a while, and he stopped stroking your hair.

”...But I had to be special, Vil,” you whispered suddenly. ”If I am not, then... No one would pay attention to me anymore.”

Vil knew very little about your previous life.

Perhaps, you had neglectful parents, and it was your way to make them to look at you. Or, maybe, you had too many siblings to feel loved enough.

There were so many scenarios that could explain your arrogant belief, but Vil wasn't you—he couldn't tell people about their lives merely by glancing at them.

”Oh, dear,” he made a circle around you, stopping right in front of you. He took your face in his hands carefully. ”But you are special. Just not in the way we are.”

”But—”

”In fact, I think, you are even more special than we,” Vil squished your cheeks together, so you could stay silent for a while. ”Because our magic could be taken away, and what you have is something that cannot be stripped away.”

You looked down, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. Vil leaned closer, kissing you on the tip of your nose gently. It reddened instantly—exactly for this, he started calling you radish, instead of using a potato nickname—and he smiled.

”You are the most special person I had ever met,” he whispered, as if it was a secret to be shared carefully. ”And you are even more special to my heart. Please, remember that.”

You nodded weakly.

Vil didn't expect you to answer right away, either on his confession, or on the statement about the lack of magic in you. You spent too much time, persuading yourself that you were a mage. Kind words couldn't erase it so easily.

Yet, he knew that you heard him.

And for now, it was enough.

After all, both of you had enough time to figure everything out.

Together.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit

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shotokimchi · 1 year

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When Their S/O Is a Seggs God 2

Minors DNI

A/N: Here's a part 2 since I had so much fun while writing the first one, I appreciate the reblogs and the comments!

I'm planning to continue this drabble and write for other characters too, so you can suggest different fandoms as well.

Note: They arent in an established relationship in Dabi's one

Characters are aged up! Part1 w/Shoto and Katsuki

Dabi

So you and Dabi are playing this game called cat and mouse for a while since you are a pro hero and whenever the League is causing trouble, your main target is always him

Why you ask?

You see, you have this very important hero-like reason...

You think he's hot.🔥 (fair enough)

So when you and your friends get a call from the police, telling you that the League is gonna strike (act like bitchy teens) again, being the responsible server of society you are, you immediately attend the mission

After telling your hero friends Shoto, Deku, Pinky and Dynamight that you are trailing quietly behind Dabi you turn off your earphone and watch your villain crush slowly make his way into a narrow alley

Then you hear Pinky's voice in your ear "ThickThighs, you need to distract him till we get there." (Yes your hero name?)

IT IS NOW YOUR TIME TO SHINE

In a swift motion, you appear in front of him and a sly smirk makes its way onto his lips

"Well well the stalker hero is here."

"You are lucky Dabi because i like my meat burnt." (🍆)

Before he can process what nonsense you are talking about he finds himself on the ground laying on his back while you are keeping his head locked between your thighs, he quickly grabs your thighs and you feel his hands warming up "I'll turn you into a roasted chi-"

"Want a quick head?"

The cockroach is speechless

....

"W-"

Not waiting for his brain to function, you put your juicy phat ass on his face 🍑🍑

And face toward his portal opener leg spreader zucchini, then quickly get him out of his cheap drugstore pants

Your soft hand finally meets his touch starved lonely villain dick and starts pumping him like REAL FAST

literally can create electricity with how fast you are jerking him off

too bad he cant see whats happening since all he can see is your ass on his face

but you are giving a real show to the street rats so

lucky rodents ig 🐭

He is grunting and moaning uncontrollably into your core

Legit thinks you have an extra sex-related quirk or smthn Thought his dick was on fire and got scared for a moment bc it was getting too hot thanks to the speed of your hand so tried to pry you off of his face but you quickly caged his arms with your thighs (Even Nicki Minaj is jealous of your thighs at this point) Eventually gives in since you are giving him the time of his life but mf wasn't ready for your brand new Dyson V12 Detect Slim Vacuum 👅👅👅

HOW ARE YOU SUCKING THAT STRONG IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

boy ejaculated in 45 seconds and wants the ground to swallow him whole LMAO and to make it even worse you even compared 45 seconds to a butterflies lifespan

to make him feel better ofc

"If you look at it, it's probably like 5 years for a butterfly Dabi don't worry."

yep, he definitely wants to kill you now

Quickly gets up to scurry away, you embarrassed the baddy ok his pride is HURT he won't let you see him in this pathetic state

so he cages you with his flames and disappears once you manage to escape but not before scraping his private number on the concrete so you can see it later with his initials on the bottom

BC WHAT WAS THAT YOU ARE AMAZING

HE WANTS ANOTHER ROUND SO HE CAN TAKE REVENGE

so when you see it you are doing the happy dance you can finally see him again

not before getting interrupted with an awkward cough from your earphone tho

"We heard everything Y/n..."

Izu says

"Y/N THAT WAS MY BROTHER AND YOU KNOW THAT"

POOR SHOTO

and Katsuki is probably gagging in the background

...

"She ate tho."

Thanks, Mina (got them villains whimpering under your ass💅)

Midoriya

So when I tell you that Midoriya worships the ground you walk on it is not an exaggeration 🛐

Baby is that in love with you and wants to spend his whole life with you so he decides to wait till marriage

Virgin Pro hero Izuku is so attractive ok no buts like he's the number one hero in the whole world so strong, undefeatable and scary to the villains

But when it comes to you he just wants everything to be so special and perfect, always smiling and making sure you're feeling loved

Baby thinks you deserve all of his firsts KHDASDKJS- CUTE

So when he gets on one knee and asks you to marry him while you guys were out on a trip to Spain you can't help but jump around in your cute summer dress while hugging him and screaming "YES" at the top of your lungs

AND NOW . . .

THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME

In his head(notebook), everything is planned

-Drink champagne together

-Take a bubble bath together

-Give her a massage

-Warm up a little bit(yes literal work out)

-Make love

he totally wrote it into his notebook. 📝

It's hidden in the drawer and you dont need to know that

BUT

Before he can open the drawer and take a slight peek at his notes, you are suddenly butt naked and sitting on the bed calling for him with your sweet voice

Baby literally SCREAMED when he saw you

Because you are so gorgeous WTF Asks if you want a drink first and you say no, then realizes the notes aren't helping him with shit so gets in front of the bed and quickly starts doing stretches And you are giving him the *tf is he doing* look but meh you are used to his weird antics already lol cant pull a muscle babes so you sigh and drag him onto the bed

literally looks at you like this LOL AND HAS A HAND RESTING ON HIS HIPS TOO BOY WE DIDNT EVEN STARTED- Don't get mad at him he is just that nervous

Smiling at his silliness you slowly drag him on top of you and start kissing his shaky lips and it actually helps him ease up a bit

..till you start pinching and massaging his nipples

Baby literally squeaks and tries to move away only to be stopped by your legs around his waist, caging him and pulling him towards you more "Where are you running off to, hm?" Bro is about to cream his boxers HE KNOWS THAT YOU'RE A VIRGIN SO HOW ARE YOU SO EFFORTLESSLY DOMINANT? Guess all of that smut you've read paid off well

You make him lay on his stomach while whining and whimpering with you on his back stroking his cock from behind

%100 gripping the sheets and biting down on the pillow so he doesnt disturb the people on the floor

but you have other plans so you grab his chin lift his face and shove 2 fingers in his mouth

He just obeys you like that bc he doesn't know what to do aww he is too embarrassed at this point

gets 20 spanks on his plump buttocks bc you just love seeing them jiggle

GO EASY ON HIM ITS HIS FIRST NIGHT

But you show no mercy and suggest trying the position "69"

Surprisingly he is very eager to do it, it sounds so erotic to him he ends up cumming 3 times just from your mouth and when you finally cum on his face you quickly grab your phone, open your camera and tell him to smile

Best selfie ever: Tired looking izuku with your cum on his face smiling shyly at the camera

Baby is bathing in his own sweat at this point

But is y/n done?

NO NOT EVEN CLOSE? So the night continued like that, you acting like letting him take the lead then swapping the roles and embarrassing him non-stop milking him till his balls turn into deflated balloons 🎈

That's how the first sex tape of the Midoriya couple was created and trust me, there are many tapes to be filmed

And believe it or not, whenever he goes drinking with his hero friends, he gets so drunk that he spills every spicy detail about your sex life and everybody in the room listens to him in awe, with jealousy and mouths wide open.

A/N: AAAAHHHH FINALLY DONE HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, reblogs and feedbacks r appreciated!

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gaslightwestern · 1 month

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Hello! I'm Carmen. A 33 year-old queer writer known as gaslight on AO3. You will find original and fan works (Red Dead Redemption, my beloved) here. I write historical fiction, westerns, noirs, and mysteries and reblog related content plus classic film and video game posts. I am tag/ask game friendly, read across all genres, and would love to hear about your WIP!

—— Style: Non-linear, 3rd person past tense, playing with genre conventions, relentless and deeply troubled characters, humor and action to balance out dark themes, and trying to make the reader feel like they are watching a movie.

—— Tropes: Mutual Pining, Power of Friendship, Anti-Heroes, Found Family, Roaring Rampage of Revenge, Black-and-Gray Morality, Two Mysteries One Story, Organized Crime, "Retired" Bad Ass, Battle Couple, Disaster Bisexuals

Works in Progress

Blackwater - John Marston hires Private Detective Arthur Morgan to look into the death of Heidi McCourt, a friend who he suspects was the victim of foul play rather than suicide. His investigation leads them into the escalating war over West Elizabeth’s bootlegging industry between two powerful gangsters Arthur happens to have unpleasant and unfinished history with.

Hell's Half Acre (When Sins Haunt Prequel) - When death comes to Fort Worth and strikes her new circle of friends, Charlotte O’Shea resolves to hunt down the culprit before they kill again. Murder isn’t the only mystery in the air however. Sam and Thomas Quinn, father-and-son ex-cowboys who happen to be her colleagues and partners-in-crime-solving, are determined to uncover what made the socialite run away from New York and why she is no stranger to firearms.

—— Status: Outlining —— Links: Tag | Backstory Drabbles → Education | Rivals | Love

When Sins Haunt - When Warren Howard destroys her life again, Charlotte O'Shea goes after the outlaw and his vicious Cobalt Gang. Jack Cadwell, an old friend, crosses Charlotte's warpath when the journalist flees the wrath of a New York crime boss. To survive they must stay a step ahead of their growing list of enemies as Charlotte blazes a trail of vengeance across the American West.

—— Status: Second Draft (On Hold) —— Links: Intro | Side Characters | Tag | Update

Completed Works

Brothers (Pre-Canon AU) - Arthur struggles with the responsibility of being an older brother, particularly being looked up to, as his own actions cut away at his soul and his self-worth continues to erode. He teaches John different things along the way and strives to protect him from harm. This is easier said than done, as is Arthur's desire to prevent the kid from becoming like him. [ x ]

Among the Smoke and the Stars (Epilogue AU) - Most days the urge to run and roam coursed hot under his skin but maybe Beecher’s Hope would change that. Determined to pay off the loan for his new home, John heads to Gaptooth Breach in search of the sixty-five dollars on Esteban Cortez’s head. The thing is John isn't the only one after that bounty. [ x ]

Image Sources

Sunset Clouds - Dewang Gupta (Unsplash)

Blackwater Banner - rollawayyourbones

When Sins Haunt Banner - Sweetwater (2013)

Untitled Banner - Original Picture by Susan Fox

Red Dead Banner - Rockstar Games

Divider - @evansyhelp

If you have read this far, thank you! Please feel free to ask any questions or tell me about what you are working on. :)

#writeblr #writeblr community #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writeblrcafe #writeblrgarden #writing blog #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #amwriting #wip directory #writing community #Hell's Half Acre

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Homeroom

TW: semi-public fingering and palming. Language. Smut.

SUMMARY: The fact Rafe can't keep his fingers to himself brings you to reciprocate against him…

WORD COUNT: 1300

*Requested*

Homeroom

The second you felt his fingers brush your knee, you were well aware of his intentions. And yet, despite the fact your mind pulled at you to correct him and focus on the lesson at hand, you would contradict your morals by opening your legs wider for him.

"Good girl…" He whispered into your ear as your eyes rolled for his words, your body shifting in the uncomfortable stiffness necessary to keep from being revealed to peers or the mentor now turned towards the class in a continuation of his lesson.

"So wet I don't even have to suck on my fingers…" You offered a silent nod to counter the need to moan in approval while he pushed against your clothed clit, well aware just how desperate you were for his touch. The excitement of the moment only intensified by just how brazen he had been while also testing detection.

"Do you think he knows you aren't paying attention to anything but my fingers? Rubbing against you…making you desperate?" He asked against your ear.

"Mister Cameron? Is there something you want to share with the class?" He shot a mischievous smile, not faltering his motions for even a second, as he apologized, before returning his focus to you.

"Better behave, pet…." He called you this for the fact he saw you as innocent as you were. Perfect grades and an even more pristine reputation that he basked in knowing only he had tainted-even more more with how willing you were to let him. At any kook party, when he slipped into your room when you were supposed to be sleeping, in the library when you should have been studying, and now, in biology with his fingers curled between your thighs with his thumb in slow motions to your clit.

You bowed your head and leaned against your hand to try and conceal your expressions as the rush of pleasure was almost too much. It would have consumed you completely if not for the way he'd edged you and repeated this climb and descent.

"Rafe…" You whimpered as he moved back to your ear.

"I want you to leave yourself on that stool…So fucking hot to know that I made you come right here…"

"Then let me…" You commanded in your counter as he quickened the motions of his thumb and left his fingers in that bend for pressure as you turned towards him but still remained unnoticed by the majority. For those who noticed, they'd blush and turn away or simply judge you silently, but you didn't care, all you wanted was the release closing in on you. And without being edged this time, you would finally be granted it. The sound of a pencil snapping in your fingers had caused your peers to look at you with curiosity as Rafe smiled with pride.

When everyone resumed back to the white board, he took his fingers between his lips.

"My pet's so sweet. Mmm…" He moaned as your eyes lowered in fatigue. You would wait a handful of minutes for recovery before your hand inched up his leg.

"You wanna be bad for me, baby?" He asked as you nodded.

"Gonna let me finish in your hand?" You nodded as you leaned in to him.

"This time…" You teased back as he wrapped an unkind grip around your wrist.

"You're gonna be so fucking sore once I get you alone…"

"How are you gonna do that when I make you come so hard you won't have anything left?" And this is why he adores you. Angelic features always prepared for such devilish words, all of which made him willing to please you by any means. In public. In private. Any hour of the day or night. And you relished in it.

"Jesus christ-"

"And how religion affects our lesson, Mister Cameron?" He was asked as his expression came out louder than he anticipated. His cheeks blushed as your expression widened in pride as you slowed your fingers but not the pressure, teasing the slit of his cock as you could feel it cry for you.

"You keep this shit up and I'll take you on my lap-"

"Oh? And what would your dad think when you have to explain why you got suspended for fucking me in the middle or class?" You spoke carefully to ensure you weren't overheard by anyone.

"Think I'm joking?"

"I'm still just sitting here, making you desperate to cry out for me…my hand against your hard-" With your wrist in one hand and his textbook concealing his cock, he pulled you from the classroom and into the bathroom that suddenly seemed too far away. Careless to lock the door, he had you against the counter, facing the mirror.

"Let me see what's mine…" He spoke while lifting your skirt and rubbing your ass interrupted with that lace, soaked from your previous release.

"You know the deal…If I make 'em wet, they're mine…" You nodded, allowing him to pull them from your hips before they fell to your ankles. He lowered to retrieve them as you bent yourself over the sink for him, until he pulled you back against him.

"Aren't you all mine?" You nodded.

"I said…show me what's mine…" Your eyes remained to his as you looked towards the direction of the door before disregarding it and refocusing on him as the buttons of your blouse came loose.

"I love you in this fucking uniform. But I love fucking you out of it…" He growled into your ear as you were now left in only your bra.

"That's my pet…" You nodded, his hand around your throat as your fingers traced his forearm and came to a grip around his wrist. His secondary hand brought his grip to your breasts as he basked in how your face altered in pleasure before him.

"I could make you come just by doing this, couldn't I?" You nodded as he tessed your nipples, making you moan as he suddenly turned you to face him.

"Maybe next time…Right now, I need to he inside of you-"

You nodded as you were lifted onto the counter and whipped you around him before feeling his cock's expected penetrstion. Crying out for him, he held your mouth in a grip before taking you against his lips.

"You feel so good baby, letting me fuck you in public…needing my cock so badly, and you're only bad for me…" And nodded to each of his phrases as he quickened into you.

"So fucking perfect for me…So goddamn tight and wet-"

"Rafe!"

"Gonna come again? Already?"

"You feel so good!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah…." You breathed deeply as he smirked.

"Then tell me what I wanna hear baby…"

"Nobody fucks me like you, Rafe…you're all I need-" He pulled your hair back and kissed down your throat before rising back to your lips.

"You know what good girls get?" You nodded.

"Then tell me…" He added.

"To come."

"That's right. And you've been a good girl for me, haven't you? Bad in all the good ways?" You nodded.

"So come for me…come on then…" He almost patronized as your fingers ate into his arms as you wrapped him around you.

"With me…come with me…" He nodded, pulling you tightly before your tremors set his own in motion.

"Fuck, pet…"

"Shit…" You gasped as he withdrew from you, his cock wearing your release as be motioned.

"You know what to do…" And so, you moved onto your knees, cleaning him of both of your excess before he turned you back towards the mirror.

"My dirty little girl’s so good for them but always always bad for me, right?"

"For you, Rafe…"

"Good. Now get back to class and be the good little teacher's pet you are…While I think of how to make you come next…"

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Hiiii

Can I please request a rick sanchez × fam! Detective reader oneshot?

A hot, smart and cool woman whose Beth's best friend and has a similar backstory to Rick

I've had this idea for a long time but I couldn't write it down, I also had a terrible week and I really need this

Thank you so much

Hey!! It's a bit long and it's my first official one shot so I hope I did alright! I'll take any kinda criticism though! Hope you like it x

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"Are you coming sometime today y/n or do I need to just trap you in a floating f-fucking bubble, since that seems quicker?"

The older man's voice called to you, as you realized you'd fallen behind him and Beth while walking up to the door of their home. You gritted your teeth for what felt like the hundredth time today. Rick Sanchez.

You all came in and stood in the living room. "Dad, how many times must I remind you not to snap on Y/N for unnecessary reasons? She's been in my life for years now and you haven't gained a shred of respect for that." Beth retorted as she held her hand on her hip.

Rick gave you a side glance before an eye roll and crossed his own arms. "E-excuse me you know, besties and all that. She's just- she thinks she's s- ugh nevermind. The thought isn't even worth finishing," he said and popped open his flask, disappearing into another room.

Beth turned to you, sympathetically holding her hands up. "I'm sorry, aga-"

"It's okay Beth, really. I know he's just old." You give a soft smile to your closest friend.

You two met about 6 years ago, outside of St. Equis Hospital. She had come up to you outside, hair frizzled and makeup stained with tears, asking to borrow a lighter. Ironically enough, you must've looked the same, as you were a bundle of nerves. You were about to have a job interview for a veterinarian position. You both smoked and began to strike up a conversation about the job, which evolved into a close bond.

Now, however, you had fallen into a different career path altogether. Being a vet was rewarding work, but too challenging for you mentally and physically.

Always having a niche for investigating everything, it felt somewhat natural to become a private detective instead.

You found it gratifying to be able to use your intellect to the best of your ability, not to mention that you got to wear a leather jacket everywhere. It helped you play the part.

You and Beth sat down to watch your favorite show and you carried out small talk about it as you continued slipping more into your own inner monologue.

You have always felt sorry for Beth; even more so when she asked you to probe into the abnormal relationship she has with Rick- her father. It was only 2 years ago that he reappeared on the Smith's doorsteps at what he probably called his attempt at asking forgiveness.

Beth obliged happily- finally able to reconnect and receive some answers-or so she hoped. When she propositioned you, you began to take notes. You'd trail behind him in the house, observing his actions and how he interacted with the family. You'd sneak into his garage and record what you could to make your interpretations. When possible, you'd even follow behind him when he left the house. Whether it was in a regular car or his spaceship.

Thankfully you were skillful and never once caught lurking in his shadows, which surprised you. Especially when you concluded that the man was a genius like no one has ever been. You couldn't even try to grasp the complexity of most things he was involved with. He created inter-dimensional travel and a spaceship with an apparent higher IQ level than his entire family.

That second part, you wouldn't dare reveal to Beth. In fact, you didn't tell her about most of the things you actually found out. You just gave her many roundabout psychological explanations.

He'll never stop his destruction, naturally because of the curse of the most powerful brilliance in the world.

Sheer definition of a narcissist. Cares for his family immensely when you find the root of his existence.

Rick Sanchez is the most fascinating paradox you've ever encountered.

So in tune with your own life that it was uncanny. Even down to the wires of having a dead spouse. The only real difference is that you don't invent things. Well, and that you treat people just a bit nicer.

"I don't wanna miss this part but I've got to pee soo bad, I'll be right back!" You claim, as you make your way out of the living room.

You slowly slip your way down to Rick's garage, where you hear the tinkering of metal and what sounds like the sentient voice of the garage that was implemented by Rick himself.

You get to the door that's very gently cracked open and stand back to peer inside.

He's bent over the large wooden desk, one hand writing something and the other holding a device in his hand. He writes for another minute and you watch as he places the pen down and stands up. He stands frozen there for a couple of seconds, and you wonder if old age is finally starting to get the best of him.

"That thought from earlier, maybe it is worth finishing" he speaks aloud, still staring at the wall unmoving. Then, he suddenly turns around to stare directly into your eyes.

"She thinks she's so fucking stealthy" he snarled as his eyes glared harshly into yours with what seemed like a murderous rage.

"Rick, I'm sorry, I just, I-I wa-"

"Yeah? That half-assed apology took its time sweetheart. Surely if you're smart enough to study me for so long then you're smart enough to know that I would find out- immediately."

He walks toward you and you instinctively take one step back but he has other plans. He firmly grabs your shoulders. The fear must be evident in your eyes as you're shaking lightly.

"You can't tell Beth the truth, can you? That her father is a piece of shit and lacks the decency to j-j-just leave her and her peaceful little run down f-fucking family alone." So of course he also knows why you're doing it.

"No, Rick, s-she just loves you so much and I want to reassure her that-that you're becoming a better person-"

"Better person. You're kidding everyone including yourself" he retorted.

You sat down in the blue metal chair next to his workbench and tried to find the right words as he towered over you.

"I- Rick, I don't think you're incapable of it. 'Better person' is a broad term but you can always be a better father for her. And I know you're trying. You never credit yourself for anything family wise. You'll just refute what I'm saying now. But everything like that- it hurts her, you know?"

"A-and because you're her friend o-or because you've been following me around for months, y-you think you're qualified to give any kind of s-speech on fatherhood and what I should be?"

"No, I don't. I just want to help you. And her."

"Don't hold your breath. I don't need any more fans." A smirk then turned up at his lips as he stood in front of you. He leaned down and placed one hand carefully on your thigh while bringing his mouth to your ear.

"But at least I could fuck my stalker. I always wanted that to be a possibility. Consider yourself lucky because it's why I didn't incinerate you the minute I found out what you were doing."

Flustered, you were at a loss for words and were met with many mixed emotions. Mostly excitement and arousal.

"Meet me here tonight at 9, and we can talk things out some more," he dragged out and winked, before closing the door behind him and leaving your heart pumping at a rapid pace.

#rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x oc #rick and morty #rick and morty season 6

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jrdnmichelle · 3 months

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so also and primarily i write lesbian paranormal romance. i am a traditionally published author of three straight ones, but i recently picked up writing about my own beloved community and it is so fun. my goal is writing novels that are free of homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. i don't see why those things have to be a factor in a paranormal romance. there is no internalized lesbophobia, biphobia, no dysphoria either. i know this sounds ridiculous but it comes off as realistic and like... breath of fresh air, because in literature we are CONSTANTLY being reminded of our oppression. i want my books to be an escape.

my first story featured a butch/femme relationship, a wild adventure across a world of my very own. it is a second-chance romance and its very hot and cute; the femme is a water goddess, the only one left. the butch is kind, handsome, calm, willing to take control and lead as needed. she is soft and very sweet and patient with her femme (who is bipolar). i love their dynamic and i love that my butch is not a stereotype--she's gentle, she carries joy with her. i kind of made her perfect because we need butch representation that shows how truly soft and kind and protective they can be. the book im working on is about a masc nonbinary lesbian of color and a private detective. ellis (the nb person) hires the detective to attend a party on her private island, posing as her fiance. it is so sexy, the chemistry is unbelievable. i'm really enjoying working on it.

honestly representation is great and all, and i totally have it in my mind, but mostly i write a lot of diversity in my stories because, duh, we are just people. we go on adventures and love. everyone is an option to be a character, so the most powerful person in the world is a disabled black lesbian amputee, and the most beloved characters are a latino gay man and a very small, very morally grey and loved nonbinary person. i could go on and on but i won't.

anyway that's what i'm about in my writing. i'd like to post things here and stay engaged in that way.

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 3 months

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👸- I'm breaking my rule of not talking about them for a hot second. I know this is lengthy, but I have a lot to say about how they are trying to drum up media by using fans.

It just occured to me we, the fans whoever is left, were used again. They saw pur comments about not giving them attention and adjusted thier strategy.

We all saw the photos discusses for maybe 180 minutes and then moved on. We all know they gave us what we all said last tine was missing/odd down to her out of place (we assume cause no one could actually see the dress) outfit and ridiculous heels to a "loving" hand hold flashing the ring.

But we all went theres a picture of before a possible kiss and after a possible kiss. But somehow they missed the money shot which many of us saw as in they didnt or whatever. Then we moved on to other topics and Then 24 hours later we get a video with 2 kisses and the video of said walking out.

THE PICTURE AND VIDEO OF THE KISS WAS HELD DELIBERTLY.

They did this deliberately to make sure fans talk about them for longer. Otherwise the picture of the kiss would have been released with all the others.

They did this because fans said that they arent going to give them and the poop show attention so it can go away faster. So what do thier teams do? Split up the relases. Usually outlets would have both whoever the pics were sold too usually gers the video but regardless the video is usually released at the same time.

And robert patterson who isnt media shy with his significant other went out the back to try and leave privately while the couple that says they are private didn't find a private way to leave.

chris and ebola waited infront of the glass in a weird position then give us those two very loving kisses. (I hope you all can detect my tone here)

We all saw her smirk and Chris' other language fans know so well. And if his body language starts changing again we will know it's because we all discussed it and the lurkers saw. If his body language doesnt change, that's a point in the win collum of it bejng true. Go ship. So congratulations, we all believe it is now true love!

The truth is no amount of papwalks can convince us anything other than someone seriously is holding something over Chris because I dont see any other reason why he's being forced to change to sell it. Its one thing to show up places, but having them try and act more like a couple from him is also another sign that its a sham. We have what 2 years' worth of videos to watch how they interact to compare to, so stop trying to give notes it makes everyone looks worse.

Real couples don't change what they wear and how they hold hands and act based on what fans say. Why because its idotic to do so no one wants to pretend to be aomeone they're nkt and destroys relationships as you can be who you are. And while im assuming that was gunna be the break uo angle- blame it on the fans you can't this time. Why?

This time you can blame his fans because its not just his fans the gen public online isn't buying thany of this bull 💩. That is based on Instagram comments and website comments all which have been limited/turned off the ability to comment.

After Britney Spears being forced to say she's fine for media ( a totally diffrent aituation minus that she was forced to lie that she is ok) and after Will smith and Jada revealed theyve seen seperated for 6 years but pretend theyre together for media reasons, people don't believe a lot of what's 'saud' ??and they especially dont believe/m and questjjn Hollywood couples like they used to

I have been so proud of the fandom or rather what is left to getting rid of the lablels and limiting our discussions.

Regardless if its her pr team CAA's team who is not only Chris' (as they are invested and actually have a distribution type role (i forget the exact name) in her new movie i teams really just proved how fake everything is and that they are lurking otherwise why would everything we all said across milti platforms tumblr, instagram and lipstick queen was suddenly included in this walk.

Do you want us to be convinced it's really a real relationship and they are just in the media to drum up press for thier releases?

(She had a movie that opened 2 days ago over seas)

Do you want to prove they are a real couple?

Then don't release ANYTHING for the next 2 months. No pap walks no reels no photos no stories, no magazine or website blurbs or sources, and no photos carousel of even Dodger. Her movies is released in 2 more places one in the end of January. The other was supposed to be in February but when I just checked the date was removed. Othwewise I expect to see another dog and pony show on or around January 27th.

If we get nothing for two months including Valentine’s day and this included blurbs in mags/online or "sources". Putting nothing out there it will go a long way to convince people that they are a private couple and they are together.

If not and we get one as planned on or around the 27th....

The truth is that her career is a non starter in the usa/north america. Not everyone makes it here- we all have seen way too much of her and since that didnt get any media coverage of that scandle nothing will really get her talken about minus 1 thing:

a REAL break up article

His career is close to being the same. We all see how Chris looks and the diffrent man he is now. Some are still holding out hope that well once again see the man who tweeted if you hang out with racists you are a racist even a charity wants nothing to do with him and he did do a lot for them, we all see that and that. That's why chris' career will dissapear or be on the c or d list as the man who used to be thst superhwro guy. My Point is:

IF YOU CONTINUE TO USE FANS LIKE THIS he won't have a career to go back to and all you press agents will be dropped because he wont have mkney to spend on people.. people who helped his career go down in flames. The only way he'll really be talked about for more thsn 300 minutes is if there is a break up article with truths

Otherwise we'll see you both again at the end of January and Chris will be told to adjust/change what he did wrong.... at least hollywoof knows he can take direction... we'll see the photos first sent to obscure blogs/accounts, then an outlet and then apprently video follows the photos now because you are all THAT desperate

P.S. it's a great choice to have him get makeup done makeup job on He looks a lot healthier (no one is buying that he actually changed that much in such a small amount of time is he wearing the new Prada or Dior foundation?)

No need for me to add anything else... 👸 said her peace, and damn is it everything and beautiful!

#👸 asks #An🫶n asks #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans #chris evans fandom #alba baptista #chris and alba pr #still not buying this bullshit!#📣📣📣📣📣

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Giana was an only child that played in the quite streets of Willowcreek. Though her parents, Thomas and Alana Mullins, gave her the best of everything, there was always something missing. Her request for more siblings was met with rejection, and involuntary solidarity made her aware of just how alone she was. Both parents were workaholics. Her mother, a Britechester graduate with a distinguished degree (with honors) in Fine Arts, had at the time landed a job as an art curator. Her father was a chef at a five star restaurant and cooked more meals for strangers than he did for his own family. Looking back now, she could understand why having another child wouldn't have been the best decision.

Her relationship with her mom became strained as she aged. Alana strove for perfection in her work life and expected the same of her home life. As a result, Gigi attended a private high school that probably cost more than her mother's luxury car. With her mother's firm insistence, she attended a plethora of extra curricular activities. Soccer, softball, art club, music...there were too many to count, and if it weren't for the wall of framed awards her mother displayed in her library, she wouldn't even remember any of it. Because if she were being honest, she didn't care. The trophies, the acknowledgments, were just another way to earn her parent's attention.

Her despondency worsened in college. Her mother insisted that she follow in her footsteps. Gigi really didn't want to take the same path her mother took, but part of her still yearned for attention and approval. And so, she also pursued a degree in Fine Arts. She used painting to express her anger, and for a while her pieces, though brilliant, were filled with caged frustration and loneliness. Then she ran into Dillan -quite literally- outside of the Foxbury Common Cafeteria. (Nobody had mocha lattes like Foxbury.)

Distracted by the phone in her hand, she had just enough time to register the long string of expletives (Did she detect a Mt. Komo accent?) before a dripping hot slice of pizza, followed by -was that a fizzy blurpleberry soda?- splattered on her brand new white Simverse sneakers. Well dang.

Slowly, she pulled her eyes up from the bubbling mess on the ground. She totally expected to be berated for ruining some poor guy's lunch. Her gaze took note of his ruined Simdidas shoes (definitely limited edition), fashionably distressed jeans, (covered in pizza sauce), to the shirt that read “Never trust atoms. They make up everything”. The guy stared at the ground for what seemed like forever, so she couldn't read his expression behind the expensive designer glasses he wore. Still, she could've sworn she picked up on a bit of anger? Hostility?

His eyes flitted to hers, but only for a moment before dropping once again to the mess between them. She braced herself for another slew of profanities, the kind worthy of a parental advisory label, but all he asked was, “How do you fix a broken pizza?”

She stood there baffled, unsure of how to respond. The absurdity of the question in a situation like this...

His dark eyes rose to meet hers before asking once again. “How do you fix a broken pizza?”

Still she stood there, mouth gaping, probably looking like a fish out of the Brindleton Bay. “Tomato paste.” He said with finality.

“What?” She asked.

“That's how you fix a...pizza. You know...that’s broken. Tomato paste. Get it?” A single brow rose as he studied her reaction.

Gigi let his words run through her head for a second as she struggled to piece together the scene unfolding. Before she could stop it, laughter, genuine and pure, poured from her traitorous lips. She couldn’t believe she was actually laughing -like a chortling donkey, mind you- at such a corny joke. Honestly, it was the stupidest thing she ever heard. And yet, it was at that very moment, she knew she found a kindred soul, and she wouldn't have to be alone for as long as he was around. Needless to say Gigi and Dash were fast friends after that day.

#sims 4 #TS4 #Gigi x Dash

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theraddestdog · 6 months

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"Crime: An Aoyagi." Detective Akito x Cyber Killer Toya au.

Chapter 5: "Unwrapping evidence."

Akito laid his slumped over head on the table. It was becoming awkward. Though, awkwardness was cut short when a waiter came over and delivered their food that they ordered earlier. Akito felt a sense of Deja Vu when hearing glass being set down on the table for the second time today. He raised his head up to make eye contact with the man across from him. “Are you happy with your second coffee for the day.?” “Very.” Akito then tilted in to take a bite out of the cheesecake with a spoon, his olive green eyes lighting up at the sweet taste. Topo, on the other hand, took a sip of his black coffee in synchronization. Unlike the office, the silence they had this time felt slightly painful. “The father. Is he deceased?” The statement from the man across from him caused Akito to look up. “Excuse me?” The detective spoke confused, swallowing his food with intensity. “Mr. Aoyagi. The father, is he alive?” This caught the interest of the detective, leaning in forward. “Well, There’s no record of a death from him, but there’s no trace of where he is either.” Akito voiced, sounding colder, “Why do you ask?” the detective continued. “He has something to do with the case, no?” The gray eyed man mutters, his eyes becoming dull. That statement made Akito sit up, “What?..” “The father, he had a private business, did you not know?” The detective jerked up looking fairly surprised as he broke into a sweat. The ginger no longer had an appetite as he leaned in to begin whispering to the man across. “What private business? How do you know this?” Topo went silent again, keeping a dead look on his face, staring. Akito wanted to know more; he had to as a detective, but due to how Topo’s body language reached out, it felt too pressureful to ask more questions. The detective sighed, taking another bite of his food, “Forget it.” he mutters. Then reaching over to grab a separate spoon, then digging into his cheesecake. Topo watched him do so, only to be surprised by the spoon with the cheesecake infront of his face. “Huh?” His eyes widened while he looked at Akito who had more of a serious face. “Eat it.” The detective shoved the spoon near his mouth and even pouted his lips slightly. “I.. I don’t want it.” The split haired man muttered, “You need to eat!” the ginger snapped back and shoved the spoon onto his lips, in which Topo was forced to bite down on the spoon to chew. Akito looked proud of his job of making the man across from him start eating, even his cheeks feeling a little hot from it. Though he brushed it off quickly once he heard a voice speak up once again. “If you check, on his occupation it’s listed as “unidentified”. Doubt fills once you know he’s a rich man, considering his lifestyle.” That realization struck Akito in the chest once he realized that he did see his occupation being labeled as “none” in an article. “You’re right.” The detective glanced up, being surprised that even he would not notice that specific information, yet Topo did. He felt disorientated by learning this, and even more confused when realizing how smart the man across was once revealing such information. “How do you know about this private business?” “There aren't any records of him working a physical job since he was about twenty..” He responded back rather quickly. ‘How did he know so much? Does he do his own research.. What else does this fucking guy know.?’ The detective leans more onto the table, finishing his last slice of cheesecake in the other’s mouth; looking defeated as he sighed. “You’re right.” The ginger mumbles. “Are you done with your coffee? Let me pay for us then.” The detective offers. Within a quick minute, he calls over the waiter and pays for them both. They sit there opposite of each other, staring without anything to say. “Should we call it a day?” The detective proposes

[End of chapter 5.]

#akitoya #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #queer #fanfiction #akty #vivid bad squad #gay men #pjsk #project sekai #project sekai colorful stage

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anonymoussimps · 2 years

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Hello this is my first post :D

•Heizou × female reader

Warning:very short and cringe + inexperienced writing

(I just can't freaking find much heizou oneshots so I'mma just write one myself lol this is my first try sry if it's cringy 😶✋🏻)

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What A Cute Liar You Are

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You once again find your eyes trailing to the male beside you -- Shikanoin Heizou. Who would've thought you've fallen for the flirtatious detective. You swore every single time he flirted with you, you felt like your heart was doing flips non-stop.

"Are you alright y/n? Is there something on my face?" , the said male asks you. He had noticed your quite intense stare for some time now, my you're quite bad at hiding your feelings aren't you? "Oh um I- nothing everything is fine. I was just uhhh think about something ye.. thinking about something..." you chuckled nervously hoping he was gonna buy your oh-so-bad excuse.

Heizou looked at you for a few seconds then suddenly leaned into you without warning, leaving only a finger space between the two of you "Hmmm are you really really sure? You're face is rather... red y/n" he pointed out with a small smirk on his face. You immediately pushed his face away "O-of course I'm sure it's just that the weather uhm-mm is quite hot today" you stuttered feeling your cheeks redden the second he pointed out. "Alright alright I won't tease you any further " and he left it at that. You were honestly quite relieved that he didn't question it further who knows if he would find out about your little crush on him... or so you thought

Who are you kidding? Shikanoin Heizou is the best detective in the entire inazuma. How could he not know about your too obvious crush on him. He was just waiting for a right time to finally squeeze the confession out of you...

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How exactly did you get into this position..? All you remembered was that Heizou kindly invited you to his private quarter and the next thing you know is this.You are now being caved by him inside his private office, being questioned like you're some sort of criminal. "Tell me y/n you like me don't you sweetheart?"he looked at you with mischief in his eyes. You stood there shocked, you thought you had hidden the fact that you like him perfectly. "N-no I don't know what you're talking about. What gives you that idea anyways?" you attempted to deny with a very flushed cheek.

"Oh? So you're gonna deny it? I see how it is.. How about I list out every single piece of you can say evidence I have noticed to you? Not a bad idea won't you say?" he said with a sly smile. "What are you-" "Dear dear y/n I've noticed that.... you have been staring at me every now and then during our little dates . Well aside from that you get extremely flustered when I get close to you.. like this" Heizou closes the distance between the both of you, you can hear your heart pounding louder in your ears. "Ah would you look at that I haven't even done anything yet and you're already so riled up darling. Did you really think you could fool me with that pretty little head of yours? Are you still gonna deny it my cute little liar?"

At this point there's no way back is there? You kept silent for awhile, before looking up to meet his eyes "You want your confirmation do you Mr detective? Fine then... I, y/n am madly in love with you-" before you could continue further he smashed his lips onto yours. You were surprised by the sudden action but nonetheless returned the kiss. After a few minutes both of you pulled away "There's really no room for lying when it's you huh?" you giggled "Well why of course my darling so you better get used to it because you are never leaving me~"

#heizou x reader #genshin impact #genshin heizou #genshin x reader #shikanoin heizou #heizou x you #heizou x y/n

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imagines-by-cleo · 2 years

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Cat got your tongue?

Revolver Ocelot X Fem!Reader NSFW

CW: SMUT, alcohol, teasing, hair pulling, blowjobs, edging, begging, overstimulation, dumbification, unprotected sex, tooth rotting fluff

Back at it again with more mgs fics! This one actually turned out better than I expected and I think it might be one of my favorite reader inserts I've written so far. I'm not expecting this to get a lot of attention but if you do happen to like it I am willing to write more and I'm always taking requests!

"So, why did you choose Ocelot for your codename? Cause I don't think they're native to Russia." You asked, speech slurring slightly as you swirled the half drunk glass of vodka that he insisted was the best.

The night was getting away from you as you entered one meaningless conversation after another, the alcohol and small talk served as mere distractions from the reason you were meeting in the first place.

"No you're right, they're native to Texas, I believe." Answered the man being questioned, before finishing his own glass.

"Ah! So that must have something to do with the whole cowboy aesthetic." You exclaimed, extremely proud of your detective work.

"Are you trying to figure me out?" He teased while leaning back against the couch you both were sitting on without losing the amused look in his eye.

"I could ask you the same question." You replied, doing your best to best to stay collected as the alcohol took effect. "I know why you brought me here."

"You know a lot of things. Things that can be very useful to the Diamond Dogs." He noted before taking the bottle from the nearby coffee table and refilling your drink.

Your surroundings couldn't have made it more obvious, dim lights, comfortable furniture, booze that was most definitely laced with truth serum. This was a sugar coated interrogation.

"Is that your plan? To talk me into working with your gang of mercenaries?" You laughed though that did nothing to deter his attempt to coerce you.

"We prefer the term 'private military organization', and we're hoping that with your connections you can help build us into more than a just bunch of thugs with a little firepower." He continued, sliding closer to emphasize his last point. "Put the diamond in diamond dogs, if you will."

The playful tone of his voice made your heart drop, here you were discussing politics and secrets that could very well lead to a third world war, but it was all just a game to him. Though the idea of running off to join a rogue military group wasn't appealing at first, his attitude was showing you the more romantic element of it and if it's all a game you might as well play along. Besides, you didn't get this dolled up for just a job interview.

"I hope you don't think you can just win me over with a few drinks." You cooed, taking another sip from your glass.

"Don't you worry, we'll be sure to make this decision worthwhile." He answered while taking the drink right from your hand and setting it aside.

Determined to maintain the upper hand, you kept your eyes locked with his, even as the unmistakable feeling of a gloved hand traveled up your leg.

"What about my reputation?" You asked, batting your half lidded eyes. "No one will trust me with intel if word gets out that I'm working with mercs."

Backing away as he moved closer you gently fell on your back with his body caging yours as he whispered. "It'll be our little secret."

With his face mere inches away from yours the standoff began, his breath hot and sweet mixing with yours, your mouth parted gently and begging for attention. You thought had won the second his lips met yours but were cruelly tricked when he quickly pulled away, his smirk spreading wider when you longingly raised your head to chase the contact. Deciding to up the ante you grabbed the bright red scarf around his neck, other hand tangling in locks of silver and gold as you passionately forced your mouths together, once he groaned into the kiss you took that as your queue to push him away.

His face when you parted was nothing short of a treasure, his cheeks red as the lipstick that had transferred from your face to his, hair tossed and eyes unfocused while he tried to make sense of the situation. You might have been the first person in a decade to see him so perplexed and you were loving every bit of it until he shot you a daring look before dipping down to taste your neck.

The tangy taste of leather touching your parted lips prompted you to bite down, helping Ocelot pull off his glove. Now freed, his hand lifted your dress and traveled up your bare leg, stopping to stroke at the sensitive skin at the top of your thigh. With the help of previously consumed alcohol you felt weightless, perfectly pliable in his grasp, aching for the next caress. Fingertips ghosted over the fabric of your panties while his teeth grazed your jugular.

"Fuck..." The glove fell from your mouth as you sighed.

His lips curved into a smile as his teeth sunk into your neck, slow and deliberate touches burned every nerve and talented mouth stole the breath right out of your lungs. A single finger teased your clit as it hooked under your panties before sliding them down, excited to receive the attention you lifted your dress and raised your leg to assist their removal, only to be left spread out and wanting.

Rolling your hips forward into the expected touch you found nothing, above you Ocelot sat back against the couch twirling your lingerie around his trigger finger. Biting back the urge to protest, your frustration couldn't have been more obvious.

While tilting his head, he had the nerve to ask. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Pouting like a petulant child you sat up and dropped to the ground by his feet. With a forceful push you parted his knees and slid between, making quick work of unbuttoning his pants, ignoring the belted holster around his hips.

"If it's my tongue you're after..." You replied, words punctuated with the swish of a zipper.

His cock barely needed your assistance in being pulled out, springing erect on it's own at the earliest opportunity. Leaning back with his arms spread he tried to play it cool, but the way his leg jerked as you traced a single digit along his throbbing shaft told a different story. Wrapping your lips gently around the tip you felt his muscles tense as he braced for the rest of your mouth, it shouldn't have come as a surprise at this point when you left him with nothing but a teasing peck.

Hearing him snort you looked up eager to witness his reaction, with a roll of his eyes he turned his head to the side, doing his best to look unamused. Using only the tip of your tongue you licked up and down his stiff length, grazing every vein along the way, occasionally stopping to gently suck the head for a quick moment before continuing to torment him. After letting your mouth water over the top, cool beads of saliva ran down his shaft, making him shut his baby blue eyes tight at sensation.

Ocelot was about to break, you could feel it, though he was putting up quite the fight. You weren't sure how long you had been giving him tiny kitten licks and rubbing little circles over his balls with your thumb, but his ragged breathing signaled his impending surrender. The heat growing between your own legs was getting harder to ignore, not to mention your knees were getting sore from kneeling on the hard floor. While planting firm slow kisses along his cock you ran your hands up and down his clothed thighs, trying to coax some kind of response from him.

"пожалуйста...пожалуйста..." He panted over and over.

The words made you stop, you never expected him to outright beg, much less in his native language. Warmth and the rush of newfound intimacy filled your heart where you expected a sense of triumph. The mask was off, the game was over, all that was left were two bodies that couldn't last another second without the other.

Rising as fast as your tired legs would allow, you straddled his lap, lifting your skirt as you positioned your body. The way his already slick cock dragged across your dripping slit made you hiss, his hands urging you to drop as they grasped your hips, nails digging into your skin as his grip tightened. With your forehead pressed to his, looking into his eyes, pupils dilated with lust, you shared a sigh as you finally sank down. it was all too easy to start moving given how wet you had become, rhythm was hard to find as you rose and fell, relying on his hands lifting and pulling your hips in time.

Throwing his head back against the couch, the slow pace making him revel in every inch of his length disappearing deep inside of you. Yanking off his red scarf to expose his neck you tossed it aside and tore his shirt open, running your fingers over any bit of skin you weren't sucking or biting at. One of his hands slid up your back, unzipping your dress and letting your breasts bounce free, while the other hand stayed methodically guiding your movements.

Even with just one hand, his grip wouldn't allow you to go any faster. The burn was unlike anything you had felt before, like being overstimulated yet still deprived. Anticipating an increase in speed your pussy drooled endlessly as your sensitivity grew, ruining the front of his pants as wetness flowed down your thighs.

"Ugh, you make me so wet."

He brushed the hair away from your face before pulling you in for a messy kiss, your bare chest rubbing against his clothed as your bodies drew closer. Forcing your tongue past his lips with little resistance you tasted more of the vodka you had previously shared as his fingers twisted your hair tighter.

Pulling away briefly, Ocelot moaned your name. Your real name, that you never told him. Disregarding the urge to wonder how he came to know it you were overcome with the desire to hear it again. Finding a way to resist his restrictive grasp by pulsing your tight hole as he moved you up and down at the torturous place, the act taunting and provoking him to take more of you.

"Say my name again." You breathed out

An arm snaked around your back, the other lifted your knee as he twisted your position, making you lie on the couch. He whispered your name once, then again between placing a kiss on your cheek, your neck, your chin, behind your ear. To every call you responded with a new sweet sound spilling over your parted lips.

Every thrust was reaching a new depth now, any other man this pussy drunk would be having their way with you like an animal, but not him. The same exquisitely agonizing speed continued, his cock dragging across your sweet spot while your whole body begged for just the slightest rise in pace. Any confidence you displayed earlier was long gone, whimpering in a pitiful fashion as your body writhed. He wasn't even overpowering you in anyway yet you still felt so helpless beneath him.

"You want it bad, don't ya?" His voice dripped with the faux southern accent that you couldn't get enough of.

"So bad..." You whined, hips rising into his thrusts, telling him more than your words ever could.

That answer seemed to be good enough for Ocelot, an accomplished grin spreading on his face as he gave you the speed you had been craving. His momentum rough, wild, passionate. Cinching your legs around his waist, the unremoved gunbelt dug into your flesh, you found it easy to ignore now that your needs were finally being indulged.

Driving into you with such a deliberate force sparked embers in your lower stomach that gradually spread through your whole body, the flames fanned by the gloved hand slipping between your legs. Your climax approached slowly, every time you thought you reached the peak the feeling increased, tremors spreading through your limbs while your moans turned to whimpers.

"That's it, that's it." He softly cooed, guiding you through the orgasm.

Determined to feel your core continue to flutter around him while he spilled out he rubbed in slow gentle circles around your clit, prolonging the waves of pleasure that continued to rush over you. You heard him mumble a few more words that you didn't have the clarity to translate while the warmth of him finally bursting in you spread through your insides.

Hands wantonly explored each others bodies, desperate to not part from the intimacy you two had created for as long as possible. It was a rarity in your lifestyles, being held this tenderly. At this point when 'negotiations' were over you'd be pulling your clothes back on, sparking a cigarette and getting ready to leave. Not here, you were already planning your next return and had no doubt Ocelot was doing the same.

Carfully lifting off of you and lying back on the other end of the couch he spread his arms inviting you to happily crawl between. Resting your head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall while his panting slowed to soft deep breaths you heard his heart beating, prompting you to take his hand and place it on your chest so he could feel the same while you sat quietly and enjoyed each others existence.

"Gonna be a good girl and come work for diamond dogs?." He asked, voice rough and tired.

So quickly after experiencing that kind of mindless pleasure he gained the capacity to focus on business. Whether it was out of avarice or loyalty to his organization you couldn't tell, at least not in this state. Nonetheless you had nothing but admiration for that kind of dedication.

"When do I start?" You teased, nuzzling into his chest, feeling the deep soft laugh that followed.

After a long while the clock on the other side of the room caught your eye, drawing attention to not only your state of undress but how long you had been that way.

"I should probably leave soon." You stated, though you made no effort get up.

There was no rush for you to go, you had no where in particular to be and it wasn't as if you weren't currently laying on your new employer. However if you were going to work with these people you weren't about to tolerate jeers and rumors about you and the length of your little meetings with Ocelot that were definitely true but nobody else's business.

Sitting up and pulling the thin straps of your dress back over your shoulders, you were surprised to receive some assistance in zipping up the back. His fingers trailed up your back and around to the mark he had previously left on your neck, letting out a sentimental sigh while tracing over it.

"Here." He called, picking up the long since discarded scarf off the floor then tying it around your neck. "It's cold out tonight."

Taken aback by the gesture you couldn't think of anything to say, a simple thanks wouldn't be enough after receiving the accessory he was never seen without.

"What's the matter?" He asked, noticing your confusion. "Cat got your tongue?"

You laughed before kissing him one more time, as that was the only way you could think to appropriately express gratitude. Wishing you could stay in his arms a little longer you reluctantly parted, smoothing out your dress, wiping away the smeared makeup, working out the tangles in your hair and trying to look as decent as possible.

The glaring issue of not having anything underneath made itself known when you stood up and felt a cool wetness dripping from between your legs. Squeezing your sticky thighs together you looked around the floor, on the couch, anywhere you might have left your panties.

"Have you seen my..." You asked, gesturing vaguely around thr room.

"I have no idea where they could have run off to." He told you.

He was a good liar, but he wasn't fooling you. It was only fair he kept something of yours anyway. Deciding to drop the issue with a prayer that your thighs would dry off on their own you walked toward the door, soon to be escorted by Ocelot once he sorted his own clothes out. He opened the door for you, noticing the guards coming down the hall his attitude changed drastically.

"When you find the information about the troop movements in Kabul be sure to..." He trailed off as the guards passed none the wiser, grabbing you by the scarf and pressing his lips to yours a final time.

"Anyway." The blush on your face dismantled your femme fatal attitude as you stumbled through the goodbye. "I'll be in touch."

Giving you one last smile and a nod Ocelot leaned on the doorframe while he watched you disappear down the hall. Knowing eyes stared at you while you made your way outside, more accurately at the bright red scarf you wore. Holding your head high you meet their gazes with dignity, unashamed at the implications of being marked as you were. Stepping out into the night you nuzzled the fabric around your neck, inhaling the scent of musk and gunpowder that it carried, hoping that it would never fade as long as you kept it.

#metal gear solid #revolver ocelot #mgsv #mgs ocelot #ocelot x reader #mgs imagines #mgs x reader #mgsvtpp #mgs fanfiction #mgs smut #mgs fanfic #mgs tpp

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marinerainbow · 9 days

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I think I'm getting a little bit back into Dragon Ball. Though I'm still on my WFRR/Tooniverse kick... I'm certain you guys know what happens when interests collide XD

WFRR DRAGON BALL AU

I know this is silly, but what does it matter if it's fun? ^^ also, I'm gonna give everyone Dragon Ball-esque names. I'm not sure how well I'll do though, so if anybody has any suggestions, I'd be happy to hear!

Gume (Eddie Valient): A retired world martial arts tournament champion. After the death of his brother, Slooth, he lost his passion and resorted to alcohol to drown his sorrows, and refuses to partake in the tournament anymore, but has taken on a private investigator job. Even so, he is still a very skilled fighter, and pretty powerful for a human. A bit rusty around the edges, but he's still a formidable opponent.

Eddie's name is the first half of gumshoe. A gumshoe being another name for a private detective. Teddy's name is a misspelling of sleuth, another name for a private investigator.

Shoa (Delores): Shoa had also competed in the tournaments herself- in fact, that was how she met the brothers. However, nowadays, she's focused on trying to support Gume, and can be found in the city's bar as simultaneously the bartender and the security guard. She'll still help out Gume with some of his jobs, and can very easily hold her own in a fight. It's no wonder Gume and Shoa make an unbreakable pair.

Delores' name is a play on the second half of Gumshoe. Her and Eddia complete each other in more than one way ^^

Usagi (Roger Rabbit): A spry and cheerful acrobat who first introduced Gume to chi. He was looking to train under Gume, and his persistence managed to break through the gruff man. Usagi was actually quite surprised that Gume hadn't already harnessed his chi, but was more than happy to teach him everything his wife taught him. As such, the two slowly but surely developed a close bond and alliance.

Usagi is the Japanese word for Rabbit (according to Google Translate. I apologize for any mistranslation)

Uta the Sairen (Jessica Rabbit): Uta didn't originate from Earth. She came from a far-off planet after her home was destroyed. Her ship had landed on Usagi's property, and the two have been inseparable ever since. They fell in love sometime while she was teaching Usagi how to harness his chi, and she's taken it upon herself to protect him. Uta wasn't too sure about Gume, especially when he saw her and made some wild accusations about her purpose on Earth and why she chose to marry a human. But after seeing how protective she is of Usagi and her new home, and also having the chance to fight alongside her, Gume has had a change of heart, and would trust her with his life.

Jessica's name is the Japanese word for song, and her species name is Japanese for siren. I'm thinking maybe her planet would have been home to Betty Boop, Holli Would, Red Hot Riding Hood, and other attractive toons. I'm not quite sure why their planet could have been destroyed, but I'm certain that will become a plot point in this AU.

Beebee the Monoian (Baby Herman): Another alien that came to Earth, though only because he was searching for glory. Despite his jolly sounding name and youthful appearance, Beebee is a rather temperamental and nasty old man that uses his looks to sway humans and become a famous actor among them. He even convinced Usagi for a time that he was a friend- though Uta saw through his tricks and doesn't buy his act one bit. Even so, he had grown a soft spot for Earth and Usagi, and will help out when needed.

Herman's name is just a fun misspronounciation of baby. And his species' name is the second half of Wakamono, which is Japanese for youth.

Axit, Android 07 (Benny the Cab): A robotic creation of the infamous doctor. Axit was an experiment gone wrong; meant to be a war weapon, it seemed that somehow emotions had been programmed into him. Or at least the ability to process them. It wasn't too long before Axit rebelled against his creator, and set on his own journey. He met Usagi, and the two have become great friends. Despite being a machine, Axit has grown rather friendly and boisterous, and serves the city's public transport system. Though, being a weapon of war, you don't want to get on this androids bad side.

Benny's name is a jumbled spelling of Taxi. And his android number is for 1907, when meters were first implemented in taxis.

Doctor Domo (Judge Doom): A mysterious and cruel scientist who seems to make it his life's work to take over the city. Not much is known about him, not even his colleagues- now employees after he took ownership of the company Clover Tech- know much about him... There are rumors, however, that Dume is not as human as he claims to be...

Doom's name is just a fun jumbled spelling of his own name.

Pin-Kuu, Android 47 (Smartass Weasel): One of Domo's most successful creations just so happens to not be entirely machine. He, along with his whole team, were taken as humans and experimented on. None of them remember their human lives, but have become very powerful due to their mechanical enhancements. Since he is the most 'obedient' as well as ruthless and intelligent, Android, Domo has placed him in charge of the others. Though Pin-Kuu, along with his squad, aren't too happy about following the doctors orders... And now, with all the power at their fingertips, they'll be able to take matters into their own hands soon enough.

Smartass' name is a slight misspelling of the Japanese word for pink. And his Android number is for 1947, when the events of Who Framed Roger Rabbit take place. Also, notably, the same death year for Al Capone. (Also, for those who don't know, yes, they should be called cyborgs, but for some reason, in Dragon Ball, Android 18 and 17 were always called androids. As such, the weasels will carry this tradition in this AU)

Dori, Android 20 (Greasy Weasel): Dubbed as the second in command by Pin-Kuu, Dori is a rather selfish and wicked minded android. He was surprised when, after many failed experiments, Pin-Kuu not only survived but also rose the ranks in Domo's little army, and it wasn't too long before the two became 'allies' (or rather friends, as they would call each other after being given the freedom to live as humans again). Dori also makes it clear to anybody- especially pretty women like Uta- that just because he's part machine doesn't mean that he's lost his touch.

Greasy's name is the shortened japanese word for green, midori, and his Android number is for 1920, when the alcohol prohibition ended.

Ao, Android 14 (Wheezy Weasel): The second eldest living android, Ao doesn't look all that threatening, especially since he's not so obvious with his unnatural powers as the rest of his team are. But make no mistake, Ao is just as ready to break free of the lab as much as anyone. Though he also seems to be the only one really concerned about the bombs Domo planted in their chests as a precaution. If it weren't for Ao's sage advice of laying low for now, the others probably would have gotten themselves blown up. He's proven to be an irreplaceable member of team Android in many ways.

Wheezy's android name is Japanese for blue, and his Android number is a reference to cigarettes costing between 14 to 20 cents in the 1930's.

Kiiro, Android 11 (Psycho Weasel): One of the oldest androids, next to Axit, Kiiro has seen it all. Even as a human, he was wild and unstable, pushing Domo's limits with his expertise and patience, and even prompting the doctor to build a special suit for Kiiro; one that, with a push of a button, will restrain him if needed. The agonizing experiments as well as his imprisonment have driven Kiiro to madness, and he looks forward to the day he can rip the doctor in half for everything.

Psycho's name is Japanese for yellow, and his Android number is in reference to the first public asylum being opened in 1811.

Akka, Android 48 (Stupid Weasel): Even with all of his power, Akka is... Not the sharpest tool in the shed. But somehow, he still retained his big heart despite all the experiments. He will follow his brother and friends to the ends of the Earth, and had unfortunately only humbly followed what they did (though it didn't really help that it was drilled into his brain by Domo that he was only a tool for destruction). When they had a chance to live freely again, however, it was Akka who came to a good, normal life easiest, and the first to befriend Usagi and Gume despite their part in his and his team's defeat.

Stupid's name is a slight misspelling of the Japanese word for red, and his Android number is meant to be the one right after Smartass' as they are brothers.

Bonus! My OC's

Hanni (Poppy): As Usagi's cousin, Gume expected the woman to be as goofy and energetic as he was. He never would have expected a down to earth farmer to be related to Usagi and Uta. Hanni chose to live outside the city after some incident she doesn't like to talk about, and is much happier working on her rhubarb farm. At first, she was hesitant to learn how to fight and how to use her chi. However, when the Earth and her loved ones barely survived a massive threat, Hanni sought out Uta and Shoa to train under them, not wanting to just stand on the sidelines the next time help was needed. Even if she isn't the strongest human, her patience and kind heart shine through, especially when it came to a certain group of androids.

Poppy's name is meant to be a misspelling of the Japanese word for honey (I would have used flower or poppy, but I preferred how honey sounded).

Mura, Android 62 (Shiny Weasel): One of the last androids that Domo created. He put all of his perfected experience into Mura, making her a formidable foe in battle... Though he never found a way to reprogram her attitude and fierce independence, and that was part of his downfall. Being in the same boat as the others, Mura became close with all of them, especially Dori. When Hanni saved them and gave them a chance to live life as humans again, it was actually Mura that softened up to her first.

Shiny's name is the first half of the Japanese word for purple, murasaki. And her android number is a reference to when moonshine was illegalized in 1862.

Urufī (Moony Wolf): Originally, he was a brute of a martial artist. Snarling and pushing others around and seemingly holding onto some kind of anger in his heart. It wasn't until Gume humbled him in battle, and Hanni stood up to him on her cousins behalf, did Urufī really look inside himself and change his ways. After he became calm and caring, he and Hanni actually fell in love and lived together on her farm for some time. However, the two had decided it was best to remain friends for some unknown reason, and Urufī moved back into the city. Now working as a butcher, he and Hanni still cross paths at the market, and get along quite well. And he will always come to fight when his new friends are in danger.

Moony's name is the Japanese pronunciation/word for wolfy (I hope I spelled it right. Please correct me if I didn't.)

Fokushī (Henry Foxworth): A sly and conniving con artist, Fokushī plays with peoples hearts and trust like his life depends on it. It does become very helpful slipping away from enemies, but he's not a very strong man to begin with. And he knows it. When he met Hanni and used her kindness to get what he wanted from her before leaving, he had no idea that he would become the target of her new friends- nor would exoect a meek little thing like her to become so strong.

Henry's name is the Japanese pronunciation/word for foxy

Banī (Ben Cottontail): A city boy who is actually weaker than Fokushī, Banī seems to only focus on his life rather than the whole world around him, especially after he and Hanni split up and she left the city. Being one of the many humans killed and brought back to life, however, really scared him. He has no idea how it happened or what to do with this information, but he's become much more defensive. Even if anyone on this list could fold him like a lawn chair.

Ben's name is the Japanese pronunciation/word for bunny

Rati (Terry Ratt T.): One of the few empathetic scientists thar had worked at Clover Tech. He knew that everything Domo was doing was wrong, but was powerless to stop him. When the androids were still enemies, it was actually Rati who told everyone about the bomb and gave them the device to activate it, believing this to be more of a mercy kill for the androids- though was pleasently surprised to see Hanni wanted to give them a second chance. It took a long time for them to trust him, though once Rati proved he wanted nothing to do with Domo's experiments, he's now a trusted 'repairman' for the androids, including Axit. And has even become a close friend to Mura and Ao in particular.

Terry's name is the Japanese pronunciation/word for ratty.

This AU definitely needs some polishing if I'm gonna do more with this, but I hope you guys have fun reading this! ^^

May Akir Toriyama rest in peace. He left behind an unforgettable legacy.

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Hi! Can I request a fanfic where Kyoko and Aoi (who are clothed) accidently see Makoto completely naked and their reactions to it? and could you make it a bit funny too lol? If you're not comfortable doing that I understand :)

aoi and kyoko walk in on makoto unclothed

fandom: danganronpa

characters: aoi asahina, makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri

info: this is not a smut fic! more like crack but still in character! i rate it pg

a/n: hey i actually chuckled out loud reading this so thanks for that

mwah

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is it wrong i want to make a nsfw part 2 to this

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It was on this day that aoi, kyoko, and makoto knew they fucked up.

It was yasuhiro's idea to go to the hot spring with makoto, but on the day of, he canceled. naegi, having based his schedule for the day completely around hanging out with hiro, visited the hot spring anyway since he had nothing else to do. but what he didn't know was that the ultimate detective and the ultimate swimmer were planning on spending their day there as well...

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makoto smiled as he sank further into the warm water, submerged up to his chin. it was nice to be alone for once, no stress, just him and himself. said hot spring was private, built just for the future foundation, but its members didn't use it often. they were known for being workaholics, anyway. naegi could smell the humidity in the air, and taste it on his tongue. with a sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against a ledge, truly at peace.

well, not for long.

the laughter of two young ladies carried through the hallway, but the hum of the jets in the artificial hot spring blocked the sound from makoto. kyoko and aoi were on their way to the spring, kyoko carrying towels, and aoi carrying two supersoakers, hoping the stoic detective would join her in a water fight.

if they knew they weren't alone, the girls probably would have changed in the changing rooms. but they couldn't imagine anyone else being there, so they strolled right into the room with the spring.

aoi immediately stopped in her tracks, being the first one to notice an indecent makoto, eyes still closed as if he didn't hear them approaching. then, a shriek.

"ahhhhh!" the two waterguns clashed against the cold tile flooring, as aoi decided covering her eyes was more important than the hunks of plastic.

kyoko's and makoto's eyes snapped open at the same time, and they met each other's gaze. the detective's hand extinctively flew to her mouth, a crimson blush spreading through her cheeks, while makoto shrieked.

aoi, peeking through her fingers, watched as makoto frantically tried to cover himself with his hands, while kyoko didn't even try to hide her blatant staring. she had completely frozen on the spot.

"wh- what are you guys doing here?" makoto chuckled, pulling his knees to his chest.

"oh my god, naegi, you totally scream like a girl," aoi pointed out, accepting that she would forever have to live with her hands covering her eyes now.

and it was true. the sound that emanated from makoto when he was discovered could only be described as the scream of a little girl. a girl in second grade, perhaps.

kyoko cleared her throat, averting her gaze to her feet. "uh, naegi... hina and i planned to hangout here on this day last week..."

aoi stopped trying to hide the fact that she was peaking anymore, and just lowered her hands. her face lit up, and kyoko watched her pick up one of the waterguns. hina turned to her and winked, handing kyoko the other one.

the detective smirked, as if aoi shared her plan through telepathy.

"luckily i filled them up already! one must always be prepared!" with an evil grin, the couple approached naegi, whose face warped with terror, and pulled the triggers.

water spewed out of the supersoakers at high speeds, torpedoing straight through the air at makoto's still-dry face. his life flashed before his eyes as the brutal, painful spray made impact with his soft skin.

unfortunately, makoto's first instinct was to run away. but that meant he had to get out of the water and... expose himself.

now the three were in an impossibly awkward situation. makoto, butt ass naked, and aoi and kyoko, fully clothed, staring each other in the eyes. naegi's cheeks and ears were rapidly pooling with blood, and kyoko's only idea was to take a towel and...

chuck it in his face.

the girls burst out in laughter as naegi feverishly wrapped the towel around his waist.

the ultimate swimmer clutched her stomach, dramatically collapsing on the tile.

"yeah it's really funny when it's at my expense, isn't it," makoto barked, but he wasn't mad. it was funny, he thought. maybe. not really. but perhaps it would be funny to him eventually.

"do you still want to swim, kiri?" aoi wiped a tear from her eye, blinking up at her friend.

kyoko, who barely said a word other than explaining to makoto what the two were doing there, faked a sigh.

"i think i've done enough today..."

"not so fast!" aoi giggled, tossing makoto a supersoaker and grabbing her own. she met naegi's eyes, "this is your chance for revenge!"

the two aimed at the defenseless kyoko, whose mouth fell open in terror, aimed, and shot.

kyoko was now soaked, clothes, hair, and all, but she couldn't help blushing again at the sight in front of her.

"uh, naegi, your towel..."

makoto looked down, and to his demise, in his haste to catch the supersoaker, he released his grip on the towel that was covering his fun areas.

"fuck!" he screamed, and the sound of of feet hitting wet tile echoed throughout the room as he sped off into the showers. now it was kyoko's turn to kneel to the floor, doubling over in laughter.

that's the origin story of the first time makoto said fuck!

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this is what happens when i *try* to be funny. i hope you were entertained! i am not confident i can be funny on command aha.

-mod kyoko

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The X-Philes: Prologue

Phil is a psychic. Dan is a detective. When Phil is visited by the ghost of his brother, he knows something isn't right. Can he and Dan solve the case, or will they become the next victims?

Rating: M

For Moe, who always believed I was a writer at heart. May 1941-May 2022

Phil.

Phil stirred, slowly blinking his eyes open, adjusting to the light streaming in from his second story bedroom window. He clenched his fists and pointed his feet, stretching out his limbs and arching his back. He pulled the blanket and bed sheet off him and sat up, twisting his body to the side so his feet rested lightly on the floor.

He glanced at the clock: 9:36 am.

Phil stretched instinctively again, yawning and scratching at the top of his head absentmindedly. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and checked the time, then pocketed it before standing up and walking towards his door. He exited his bedroom and climbed down the stairs. At the bottom, he pushed open the curtains that separated his private living area upstairs from his business area downstairs.

Phil didn’t start accepting clients until 5pm on weekdays. He felt that the later hours of the day lended to the mystic feeling of his work: being a psychic. He also ran a bakery from his apartment where he met with clients.

On the weekends Phil operated all day, often baking up a storm for his clients. Weekends were his time to have fun with what he baked, trying out new recipes instead of during the week, where he served daily special selections of tried and true recipes. Customers often picked the day of the week for their seance depending on what the daily special was; his baked goods were included in the price package.

It was Monday, and that meant chocolate chip and blueberry muffins.

Phil put a pot of water in the coffee machine and picked out a morning coffee blend.

While it brewed, Phil moved around his small kitchen gathering the ingredients for his home-made muffins. He didn’t have a professional set-up by any means. For example, his oven could only fit one baking sheet of muffins at a time, and he was still using the hand mixer he’d bought when he first started his business venture instead of one of those all-inclusive stand mixers like you saw on display in the home goods stores. He dreamed that someday he might be able to move into an apartment located above a business space he could turn into a real bakery. For now, however, he hosted clients in his living room and baked in his kitchen.

Phil had just finished mixing together the dry ingredients for his first batch of chocolate chip muffins when he heard the coffee maker start to spit out some of that “dirty bean water”, as he liked to call it, into his mug.

Despite having such a small kitchen Phil had an array of mugs, many of them gifts from loved ones. That morning he was using one of his oldest. It was a heat-induced color changing mug that showed a sky full of stars, and when hot water was added, as were the lines that connected them to form the constellations that he and his brother, the one who gave him the mug, used to watch every night from their bedroom windows.

Holding the warm mug in his hands brought back memories of him and Martyn back at the farmhouse they’d grown up in, holding mugs of hot chocolate their mom had made them on cold winter’s mornings which they would stir with candy canes.

Phil.

There was that voice again. He realized now he had heard it earlier this morning, just before he woke up. In fact, thinking back, it was the voice that had woken him.

Phil set down the coffee mug and closed his eyes, reaching his mind out around him, searching for whoever had called his name, but there was no one. He waited a few more seconds to be sure, but eventually opened his eyes and went back to adding the wet ingredients to his muffins. If someone really needed him, they’d get ahold of him eventually.

When the first batch of muffins were in the oven he placed the mixing bowl of batter on the empty shelf in his fridge and went to sit down on his couch, pulling up a book from the coffee table in front of him.

Phil enjoyed spending these spare moments between putting things in the oven and pulling them out reading and watching tv, making a little progress each day on whatever book or show he was consuming, most often crime fiction.

The oven timer dinged, signaling that the muffins should be thoroughly cooked.

He repeated this routine for a few more hours while he cooked his muffins, much like he repeated this routine every day. It was a nice way to live. Simple.

When all the muffins were done and cooled he arranged them on his serving tray, placing the lid over the top, and then cleaned up the mess he’d made in his kitchen.

By the time he sat down once again the large hand on the clock above his fireplace had pushed past the six and was on it’s upward rotation as the shorter, hour hand hung between the one and the two.

He had about three hours to keep reading before he needed to get ready for his first client of the day.

Phil managed to go those three hours without getting another psychic message, nor did he get one as he was getting dressed and setting up his living room in preparation for company, both living and deceased.

Phil sat patiently on his couch waiting for his first appointment to show up. It wasn’t long before he heard the ring of his doorbell and was standing up to answer it.

Before him stood a short and stout woman, chubby and beautiful with blonde hair. Phil held out a hand and introduced himself as she did the same, then invited her inside.

Phil’s living room, much like his kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and, well, really any room in the house, wasn’t spacious by any stretch of the imagination. Part of the reason he was hoping for a bigger space one day was so that he and his customers wouldn’t have to cautiously edge around the large circular table Phil had shoved up in front of the fireplace as close to the wall as such a table would allow. Phil was skinny enough that when there was a need for more seats at the table he could pull it out just a little and sit himself in front of the fireplace, but it was uncomfortable, and he much preferred to sit on the side that faced his dark and dingey kitchen.

“Might I make you some coffee or tea, or perhaps pour you a glass of water or milk or juice?” Phil asked.

“Coffee sounds nice, what do you have?” she asked shyly. Phil understood people being shy on their first visit here, but eventually they all came around, and he ended up having many regulars.

“I’ll bring out what I have so you can see, and I’ll brew us both a pot,” Phil smiled. “Make yourself comfortable while I’m away; get yourself familiar with the room and its energy. It’ll be easier to work that way.”

Oftentimes he found himself wondering how many people really meant it when they said they could feel the room’s energy, but even more often he wondered if anyone else was like him. He was sure that some people on some level felt the kind of energy he did, but as far as he could tell no one had ever even come close to his level of sensitivity. As he gathered up his coffee options and brought them back over to the table he could sense that this indeed was a woman who felt things a normal amount- aka little to none. To her, the room was just a room and the energy inside it came only from her preconceived notions and the vibe of the decor instead of the room and the house itself connecting to the universe through time and space.

The woman, Martha, picked out a particular blend and Phil returned to his kitchen to start the coffee machine, filling the pot with water from the sink and returning it to its home in the bottom of the machine.

With Phil’s second cup of coffee for the day brewing he made his way back into his crowded and cluttered living room.

Martha had settled herself into one of the chairs at Phil’s round seance table.

“Would you like a blueberry or chocolate chip muffin?” he offered.

She smiled, a little more comfortable and confident. “Chocolate chip would be nice, thank you.”

Phil smiled back encouragingly and turned around.

Phil.

Phil froze, hair standing on end.

“Everything okay?” asked Martha, concerned.

Phil turned back around to face her with a warm and reassuring smile.

“Just someone from the other side trying to get in touch with me. Hopefully they don’t crash this seance,” he joked, repeating his own thoughts from earlier in the day.

Martha chuckled nervously. She wasn’t sure if she believed, Phil could tell. Well, hopefully she got something out of her time here.

The coffee finished brewing and Phil poured it into two mugs, then took down two dishes from the cabinet and loaded them up with a muffin each, picking up the plates to bring them over to the table.

Phil.

His hands wobbled, threatening to spill the muffins from the plate. Phil took a deep breath and steadied them. He wasn’t used to this level of persistence. He made his way over to Martha and placed a plate in front of her and a plate at his seat at the round table. Then he went back for the coffee.

Sitting at the table, they took a sip of their coffee together before Phil started.

“Do you have a preference of means of contact? Spirit board, spirit box, knocking or a flashlight or things like that for a yes/no conversation?”

“Oh, um… what does a spirit box do?”

Phil took another sip from his mug before getting up to stand in front of the shelf, taking down the spirit box.

“It’s like a little radio that spirits can talk through. It can be loud and rather obnoxious. It takes a fair amount of concentration to work through the static to pick up the message. Well, not that much, but- erm, would you like me to just turn it on quickly for you to see?”

Martha agreed and on the spirit box went, Phil adjusting the knobs on the front of the device until it hit a low steady roar of static. After a moment, he shut it off.

“I see what you mean,” Martha commented. “Maybe start off with something else?”

“Got it,” Phil smiled, and placed the spirit box back on the shelf.

“Here, let’s try this.”

Phil pulled a small, thin flashlight from the shelf and handed it over to Martha.

“I’ll let you get a feel for how this flashlight functions before we use it. I’ll get the lights.”

While Phil was flicking the switch to the lights in his living room Martha was testing out the flashlight, turning it on and off, pushing up the lever slowly to see how much force it took for the light to turn on and off. Letting the customer handle the objects Phil used reassured them that he wasn’t a fraud. He never blamed anyone who thought he was, though. Without whatever mystic connection Phil had to the other side, he wasn’t sure what he’d believe himself.

Darkness sitting heavy upon their shoulders, Phil returned to the table and grabbed his stash of candles, his lighter, and his summoning circle table spread.

“We’re going to open a typical seance session, candles, talking, closing eyes and holding hands-” Phil trailed off, assuming she understood his point.

Phil placed the summoning circle table cloth on top of the table and then placed six candles around the edges at the points, speaking as he lit them.

“Is there anyone here who would like to talk to us? We are inviting you into our circle to speak with us.”

Phil took Martha’s hands into his own.

The candles flickered.

The flashlight remained off.

“Is there anyone here who would like to speak with us?”

The candles flickered.

The flashlight remained off.

“If there’s anyone here can you turn on this flashlight?”

The candles flickered.

The flashlight remained off.

“We’ll give them a minute,” Phil said. “Don’t be afraid to ask questions yourself. When the time comes I’ll let you know and you can ask if the spirit of the person you’re reaching out to is near. Just keep focusing your energy on them, and I’ll focus mine on channeling.”

They rested in silence a few moments before Phil spoke up again.

“If there’s anyone here can you turn on the flashlight?”

The candles flickered.

The hair on the back of Phil’s neck stood on end.

The flashlight flickered.

Martha let out a little gasp of air.

“Can you turn the flashlight on?” Phil repeated.

The flickering lessened as the light emanating from the flashlight grew steadily brighter. It wasn’t as stable as flicking the switch and leaving it on would be, but it hesitated, as if the lever was so hard to push, and it was taking everything the spirit had just to shine the light.

As quickly as it appeared it disappeared.

“Is there a spirit here named…?”

Phil trailed off and looked at Martha.

“Mary?”

The slightest flickering of the flashlight.

“Mary if you’re here can you turn on the flashlight?”

The flashlight turned on.

“Mary, if you’re willing to talk to us through the spirit board, can you turn the flashlight off please?”

The feeling of the presence of Mary was growing stronger, strong enough Phil felt like she might be able to use the ouija board.

The flashlight turned off and Phil released Martha’s hands, leaning back in his chair to grab the ouija board off the shelf.

The candles flickered.

Phil and Martha placed their fingers on the spirit board’s planchette and he felt the familiar tingling in his body and feeling in his bones that he got when there was a ghost near.

Phil dragged the planchet to “Hello” and then rested it back on the space under the letters.

Martha looked at Phil expectantly but Phil nodded at her.

“Mary? Are you doing okay?”

The two waited. Then so slowly, as if they weren’t sure it was even happening at all until the planchet settled on “Yes”, Mary moved the piece on the board.

Phil pulled the piece back gently.

“Mary? Is mom there too? Have you spoken with her? Is she good?”

“One question at a time,” Phil reminded her softly.

Martha nodded and asked again if Mary was with their mother.

Once again the planchet dragged itself painfully slow towards the word “Yes”.

Once again Phil dragged it back.

“Is she good?”

With baited breath they waited for the planchet to move, however, instead of moving up towards the yes, it started to spell out a word.

“Mom is sad?”

Mary answered yes once again.

“Why is mom sad?”

“Mom is sad that you’re up there with her?”

Another yes.

A tear spilled down Martha’s cheek, the light of the candles catching it.

“The kids are sad you’re up there too. They miss you and they love you.”

“Yeah,” Martha chuckled sadly.

There was a moment of silence.

“Is that all?” Phil asked.

Martha nodded sadly, knowing there was not much else she could do. Nothing she could try would bring her sister back to her, and there was nothing saving her kids from growing up without their mom. It had been nice to talk to her, just once more though.

“Mary, we’re going to go now. Is that okay?”

“Tell mom I love her.”

YES.

Phil slowly brought the planchet down to “Goodbye” and then off the board towards him, flipping the board face-down.

“We are now banishing spirits from our space. Go back to the other side.”

The tingling in Phil’s fingers lessened, and as he snuffed out the candles, it stopped completely.

He stood up and turned the lights back on.

Another one done.

*-*-*-*-*

Phil’s last clients of the night left with a wave.

He shut the front door and watched through the window as they walked to their cars, waiting for them to get in and leave safely before turning off his outdoor light and locking the door.

Phil cleaned up his living room and kitchen before making his way upstairs to his living area. It was there he got ready for bed.

It’d been so long since anything had happened that Phil had nearly forgotten about the voice in his head- that was, he had forgotten until placing his head down on his pillow and closing his eyes, when he heard the voice again.

Phil.

Phil blinked his eyes open. He knew that voice, how had he not recognised it sooner?

Phil sat up and stared at the edge of his bed.

“Martyn?”

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