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mafiadad5 · 9 months

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Can I, Be the one for you?

Part 2 (the prequel)

Genre- smut/ kinda plot?

Warnings/ au- Boss to lovers, business trip, unprotected sex, slight choking and degrading, “rope” play, fingering.

Ten x femreader

Word Count- 5k

Summary- Your boss seems to have a problem with you, and loves to tease you and make you work harder than the rest, that’s when you both get invited on a business trip that could change everything, literally. Are you gonna go on this business trip with him or not?

Please continue on…🎀

I sat at my computer, typing a lengthy email to our biggest client.

"Y/n", Xiaojun popped up at my desk, one of my best work friends. "What's up?" I said, my attention on the computer, as I typed quickly, trying to get this email out as fast as I could. "Mr. Kun would like to speak to you in Tens office!" Xiaojun said, as I stopped talking, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"What do you mean Mr. Kun wants to see me, why, am I in trouble?" I got up from my desk, following behind Xiaojun "I don't know, but I'm scared for you" he said while returning to his desk, "Good luck" he said winking at me playfully before smiling.

I walked nervously to Tens office, knocking before someone let me in. As soon as I walked in I saw Mr. Kun sitting at Tens desk and Ten sitting in one of his client chairs, legs crossed as he wore a black suit, his jet black hair slicked back, his elbow on the arm rest and his hand resting on his temple.

"Hello Y/n, you mind taking a seat for me?"

Mr. Kun said, pointing to the client seat next to Tens. Mr. Kun is the biggest man in this company, boss of all the bosses, including my boss Ten, his son; we're all terrified of him. I sat down, looking at him nervously. "So...", he said looking at us. "We have a big client coming in the country tomorrow, and I need one of my area bosses to meet up with them, which I have selected you son, this is going to be big for you." He said as he looked at Ten, his hand not leaving his temple.

"So why is she here then?"

Ten said in a annoyed tone. I scoffed as he looked at me, then rolled his eyes. "Well, I need someone experienced to go with you and help out with the clients, and who else is better fit than you, y/n?" He said as he looked at me. "It's all up to you y/n, but the hotel and food will be free, and you can do anything you want free of charge for your free days, you'll have to stay 2 weeks and will have 2 free days out of the week, plus weekends, also there will be extra pay involved." I sat there looking shocked, Ten hitting the desk in front of me

"Are you fucking kidding me, no she can't come"

he said, clearly irritated. "Ten Lee, watch your mouth, I was talking to her, not you" Mr. Kun said, giving him a stern look before turning to me. "Would you like to go dear?" I looked at Ten, then back at Mr. Kun. "I don't know how my fiancé would feel about that, me going with another guy for 2 weeks?" I said looking at him,

"Gotta call daddy fiancé for approval I see."

Ten said, as he clicked his tongue. "TEN LEE, OUT NOW!" Mr. Kun shouted, as Ten sighed, rolling his eyes, getting up and leaving the room. "So... What will it be?" He said looking at me, clearly embarrassed about his son. "I'll have to talk to my fiancé, I'll email you later tonight sir." I said smiling, getting up from my chair, shaking his hand before leaving the room.

I went outside, there was Ten, leaning on the wall, smoking a cigarette, looking at me pass him. "About to call Daddy Fiancé to ask him for permission to work?" I stopped, "I'm actually about to go home." I said as I continued walking. "No you're not, you have a lot of work to do?"

"That will get done tomorrow."

I said, getting a little irritated, I always work my ass off and he always disregards it. "No it's getting done tonight, you'll be staying here until it's done, do you understand?" he said, as he threw the cig on the ground, putting it out. I turned around, him already looking at me, "Are you kidding me?" he smiled, "No I'm not kidding you, you're staying here with me.” He said as he walked into the building, still smiling.

I went to my car, calling my fiancé.

"Hendery, I was wondering if it was ok if I went on a 2 week business trip, I know you don't like being alone, but it pays really well, and could lead to a promotion as well."

"Yea babe that's ok, anything for money, who is it with?"

"Oh... it's with Ten, but we'll only be together for the clients, nothing else"

he got quiet for a second, "No, you can't go"

"But babe, it's only for work" I sighed

"I said no, we'll talk about this when you get home"

"Ok, but I'm working overtime, so I'll be home around 12am, ok"

"Ok babe I'll see you later, and if I find out you're doing anything with Ten, I'm gonna kill you."

"Ok Hendery, bye."

I made my way back inside the office, sitting at my desk, finishing my emails, and most of the work I had to do.

Everyone had already left the office by now, the time being 9pm. I was writing, focused on the paperwork as I heard someone approach me. I turned and saw Ten, his white dress shirt messily out of his black pants, hair messier than the slick back he once had, and a smirk on his face.

"What?"

I asked glancing at him, looking back at my paper. "I've thought about it, you can go, I apologize for keeping you here longer than you were supposed to be, it was immature and petty, go home." he said looking at me. "Are you serious?" I said, setting down my pen, getting up from my chair. "Yea, I'll walk you out." he said as I got up putting on my jacket, him staring me down, biting his lip.

I touched his chest, pushing him out of the way as he stood in the middle of the walkway, following closely behind me as I made my way to my car. "I'll see you later Ten." I said as I sat in my car, ready to leave "I hope you do." He said smiling in front of my window as I pulled off. What the fuck was that about.

I pulled into my driveway, just ready to rest. I entered my house, once I got in I instantly heard Henderys moans from upstairs "is he seriously..." I whispered while giggling, setting down my keys on the table. I was walking upstairs, a big smile on my face, that’s when I heard a women's voice, a women's moans.

My face instantly dropped as I slowly walked upstairs, getting to our room, hesitating to open the door, scared of what I would find. I took a deep breath before opening the door, my heart dropped as I saw a women on top of Hendery, as he held onto her hips. I stood there quiet, froze as they both got up, her wrapping herself in our sheets. I bit my lip and smiled.

"Baby it's not what it looks like"

he said, coming closer to me. "DONT- Don't touch me." I said, getting out my phone, emailing Mr. Kun, telling him I would go on the business trip, getting a response almost immediately like he was waiting for me to say yes. "What are you doing?" he asked, acting like nothing at all happened. "Texting Ten" I said in a snarky tone. "Are you kidding me, I knew you were..." I stopped him, looking at my phone, booking a hotel room for the night. "Pack up all my stuff and put it in my car." I said looking at him. "Please babe, give me one more chance."

"Or do I need to call Ten to do it?"

He was always insecure about Ten, I never gave him a reason to be, at least I think I didn’t.

He started packing my clothes, begging me to give him another chance, that he would change, his mistress sitting on the bed looking at me. I took off my ring and threw it, looking at her. "Go fetch it, I know you want it." She shook her head. I pointed to the nightstand where his ring and a photo of us sat. "What kind of whore are you to sleep with him, and you knew he was getting married?" She stayed quiet, avoiding eye contact with me.

He carried the last few bags to my car, begging me to stay. I gave him a good slap before ripping the sheets off of her and gathering all of the covers. "This is mine too" I said as I left out the front door, stuffing them into the trash can as he followed me. "Please one more chance, this will never happen again I swear." He cried and pleaded in front of my car window "Wah Wah" I said before rolling up the window and driving away, going to my hotel room and calling it a night. In all honesty, I never loved him, but my family wanted me to stay with him, so I did, which was a mistake.

It was early in the morning, I checked out of my hotel, making my way to work, parking my car in the personal car garage as instructed by Mr. Kun. Shortly after, Ten met me there, parking his car beside mine, him wearing an all black suit, his healthy black hair in a slight middle part. He made my outfit look like nothing, plain.

"Well good morning", he said sounding like the same old Ten, not the guy who talked to me last night. "Goodmorning" I said as the car that was driving us to the airport pulled up. "Daddy Fiancé let you out the house wearing that?" He said as he studied my outfit, a mini black dress, paired with a black blazer. I just ignored him and looked forward as the car pulled in front of us.

Ten looked confused, but opened the door for me, signaling for me to get in, he knows I typically have a reaction, but thought it was just early and I was tired. I numbly thanked him, getting into the car half asleep. The ride to the airport was going to be lengthy, so I just made myself comfortable, falling asleep on the way there and on the whole entire flight.

We got to the hotel, a beautiful luxury, the inside being equipped with a beautiful restaurant and bar, a game room, and a pool on the first floor. I've never seen a hotel so beautiful. Right away, Ten went up to the reception desk, getting our room keys, our chauffeur grabbing our bags and bringing them to our rooms on the top floor, the rooms being beside each other. Ten thanked him and gave him a pretty big cash tip, looking at me before going into his room. I did the same.

My bag already in the corner in the room, I decided to look around the huge hotel room. The bathroom and the room connecting, the bathtub looking like a jacuzzi in itself, the kitchen having complementary red wine, with beautiful crystal wine glasses on the marbled counters. The room lit up, the beautiful city's view peeking out from the curtains as I walked over to the balcony door, making my way outside to take in the view and the fresh air, wrapped in my silky black robe; the smell of familiar cigarettes filling my nose almost immediately.

I looked to the side of me, Ten leaning on the rail of our shared balcony, looking forward to the city with not a care in the world. I took a deep breath, looking back forward, letting everything sink in. Ten knew I was there, but he didn't care, so I didn't care as well. I heard him come closer to me, saying nothing just sticking out his cigarette box, signaling me to get one. I didn't hesitate grabbing one, turning to him so he could light it, the warm fire lighting up our faces. He looked at me, his features just as beautiful as ever, lighting the cig as I avoided eye contact, turning around after he finished.

We sat there, both leaning on the rail, admiring the night sky, the lit up city, the lit up cigs, the noise of cars driving; saying nothing at all and a million words at the same time. Jazz music leaking outside, coming from his room. He put his cig out, setting it down in the gold ashtray that sat beside us, going inside, giving me one more look before shutting his door.

The first day with the client went well, we made all of our plans to meet up with the client again and start the project. Me and Ten went separate ways for a while, I just stayed chilling in my hotel room, getting lunch and taking a nap. It was later in evening, about 10pm. I was sitting in my room watching tv, when I got a text on my phone from Ten

“Let's get a drink, meet me at the bar in 15 mins.”

I stared at my phone for a second, confused as to what was going on, what was going through his head. I got up and went to the bathroom, freshening myself up before heading down to the bar, Ten sitting in his all black suit, hair in a middle part, his hair fluffy and healthy, with two shots in front of him,looking quite bored.

I entered the bar area and he spotted me immediately, sitting up fixing his posture, straightening out his suit blazer. I sat down, crossing my legs because my skirt was pulled up a little. "The Client emailed me." He said smiling slightly, passing me one of the shots. "Mhm what did they say?" he smirked

"He asked if you were single"

I looked forward, avoiding eye contact. "And what did you say?" he stayed quiet, taking a shot in response. "A lot of people like you y/n, maybe because you wear little mini skirts as professional wear." He said looking at my thighs, then looking back up at me. I took a shot, looking at him, then at the bartender signaling for more shots, staying completely silent.

"I can't believe daddy fiancé would let you even wear that in front of me, did you get it from one of the suitcases in your car by secret or...?" I looked at him with a concerned look on my face. "I don't know what you're talking about." I said as I took another shot, looking forward. "The suitcases in your car? Doesn't ring a bell?" I took another shot, getting a little frustrated. "Nope." I said looking at him. "You know it's ok Y/n, right? You can talk to me, tell me what's going on." He said as he grabbed my hand, lightly rubbing my ring finger, where my ring used to be.

"It's really none of your business."

I said aggressively, looking forward, avoiding eye contact. "Did he do something, I told you not to trust him y/n." He said, almost in a whisper, leaning down to my ear. "You told me that out of spite, out of jealousy, because you wanted me Ten, why would I have listened to you?" I said turning and looking at him, his dark eyes shooting daggers into mine.

"Because I knew he couldn't be trusted, after-all he was my old best friend, I knew what type of person he was sweetie, you should've just listened to me. I knew he was gonna run back to that whore in the end, I knew it darling."

He rubbed his hand along my shoulder, looking at it then back into my eyes again. "I can treat you so much better Y/n." He said, his hand sliding down my arm, making his way to my thighs. "Can you?" I said, my voice soft, my face getting closer to his. "Mhm" he said in a soft, almost muffled whisper.

He backed up from me, making me crave his aura close to mine again, getting out his wallet, handing the bartender a $50 bill, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my chair, leading me to the elevator.

He grew hungrier and hungrier by the second, backing me into the elevator wall as soon as we made it in there, kissing me before the elevator door closed. He gripped onto my hips, pulling my body close to his, kissing me like there was no tomorrow. He bit my bottom lip ever so slightly, his tongue entering my mouth, slowly exploring as he gripped my waist, digging his nails sharply into it, giving me butterflies. I sunk under him as the elevator took for what it seemed to be hours to get to the top floor.

The doors flung opened as a loud ding echoed through the elevator, but that didn't seem to matter to him, we stayed on the elevator, we didn't want to stop, we couldn't stop. I've craved his touch. I've craved it ever since I saw him in that office for the first time in forever, ever since we've been in Highschool together. I wanted him so bad.

"Uhm, excuse me."

Someone cleared their throat in front of the elevator. Ten turned around, lips swollen as we both noticed the person trying to get on the elevator. "Sorry" he said, turning to me, grabbing my waist, looking me deep in my eyes and licking his lips before turning around and walking out the elevator, me following closely behind him.

He unlocked his room door, going inside, stopping me. "What are you doing Y/n." He turned around, staring at me. "Coming into your room." I said looking up at him half way in the door. "Why is that?" He said, pushing me out with his body, exiting the room closing the door behind him. I stayed quiet looking at him, a bit confused. "Hmm?" He hummed, basically demanding an answer. I sighed turning away about to head to my room "Nevermind." I said in a disappointed tone, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him again.

"No, tell me what you want from me, tell me why you want to come into my room."

He said looking me into my eyes, sending electric signals throughout my body. "I just wanted to get more wine." He looked at me, turning away, opening his door again. "You've already had enough to drink." He said before going in his room completely, leaving me in the silent hallway alone.

I was all freshened up, only in underwear and a black silky robe. I decided I wanted some fresh air before I slept so I decided to go out onto the balcony, sitting my arms on the rail, leaning over, taking in the fresh air and the beautiful view of the night city and sky.

I heard the balcony door slide open, not looking behind me because I already knew who it was. I looked down, feeling his hands glide over my back as he stood beside me, I tried to avoid eye contact, but I could feel his tense stare on me as he dragged his fingers along my arm. "What are you doing Ten?" He dragged his finger up my arm, moving to my shoulder and slowly down my back. "Can I not be on our shared balcony Y/n?" He said, his tone dark and seductive. "Tell me, why did you want to come on this balcony? What did you want on this balcony." I said, my voice shaky as his fingers dragged further and further down my back. He grabbed my waist, backing me into the wall, our faces almost touching as he looked me into the eyes.

"Do you really want to know what I want on this balcony"

His hands were in my rob, holding my bare hips, his soft delicate fingers feeling my skin, making me weak as I nodded. "I just wanted to give you the wine you asked about earlier." I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to me, my leg in between his. I could feel his black pants on my bare legs as I could also feel his boner.

"Just tell me the words y/n, tell me the words that you want my wine, and I'll give it to you, I'll give it all to you, just tell me you want it, tell me baby."

His voice was in a desperate whisper, his hands gripping tighter on my hips.

"I want it."

He instantly pulled me into a kiss, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer till I couldn't come any closer to him anymore. He hungrily kissed me, tearing my lips apart. "You don't know how long I've wanted this." He said as he broke this kiss, gasping for air, looking me into the eyes before diving back into the kiss. He wrapped my legs around his torso, carrying me into his room, closing the door behind him, not breaking the kiss as he carried me to the kitchen, setting me down on the counter.

He opened my legs as he kissed down my jawline, making his way to my neck, sucking softly while opening the drawer. I played with his hair pulling him deeper as the sucking became more intense. He grabbed a condom out of the box in the drawer, pulling down his pants and boxers, looking me into the eyes as he ripped the condom open with his teeth, smiling while helping me off the counter, bending me over on it. He moved my underwear out of the way, sliding two fingers between my folds.

"Fuck you're so wet."

He positioned himself behind me, placing his tip at my entrance, rubbing it up and down, making me take deep breaths. "Are you sure you want to do this darling?" He said, moving my robe up, gliding his finger down my bare back, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes, please I want this."

That was all he needed to hear before instantly entering me, grabbing my hips and sinking himself into me. I let out a gasp, closing my eyes from the pleasure. He made his way in and out of me, his fingernails sinking into my skin, giving me a sensation like I've never felt before. "You okay baby? Let me know if you want me to slow down." He said, his voice dark and soft, fucking my brain even more, making me moan out.

"No...Please give it to me."

He chuckled "Aw look at you, my pretty little whore, I didn't know you were like this y/n." he went harder, making my body jolt with every thrust, leaning down kissing my back, making his way up to my ear, moaning softly. "Tell me how you want it baby, say the word and I'll do it for you."

"Go faster" I managed to moan out

"ok baby I'll go faster."

My body melted under his touch, under his sweet words, my eyes rolling back into my head as he went faster and harder, my moans spurring out loudly, my bark arched under him. He went at an unimaginable pace, his moans and whimpers getting louder, sweet sounds of love and lust filling the room, echoing through the walls. "Oh shit I'm about to come" I said, moaning loudly, feeling his hands on my body, his soft lips on my neck, him inside me, driving me over the edge.

"Go ahead baby, do it. Do it for me" his thrust got sloppier as he went even faster, hitting my g-spot making my body tense up violently. I gasped as I reached my climax, my legs weak under him, deep breathing filling the room. My stomach felt tight as my body shivered. He turned me around, kissing me deeply, picking me up, wrapping my legs around him, carrying me to his bedroom.

"I'm not done with you yet."

He said as he laid me down, the cold sheets chilling my hot back. He placed a messy kiss on my hot lips again before placing his tip at my entrance. "Wait" I said, him stopping immediately looking at me in a worried expression.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Take it Off" I Said, looking at the condom tightly wrapped around his dick. "Darling..." he paused,

"Are you sure Y/n?" He said looking at me, rolling the condom off his dick. "Yes, I want to feel you, all of you, every inch of you. Don't go easy on me." I looked at him, sitting up in front of him as he looked down at me, shooting daggers into my eyes, looking down trying to avoid eye contact.

"Look at me."

He said, lifting my chin up. "Take off your robe." I obliged instantly, almost ripping it off of me. "Give it to me." He said in a husky voice, the twinkle that was once in his eyes disappearing into something far more lustful. I handed him my robe, the cool air in his room chilling me as it slid off my shoulders. He looked up as he grabbed the robe, removing the long piece of soft silky fabric from the belt loops, throwing the robe to the side.

"Give me your hands."

I slowly lifted up my hands as he grabbed them, placing my inner wrist together, tying them together with the belt of the robe, securing it tightly, but still making sure I was ok. He pushed me back onto the bed, my bare back making contact with the cold white sheets on his king sized bed. He lifted my right leg onto his shoulder, my left leg going around his waist.

“Tell me you don’t want this anymore.”

He said, dragging his finger down my thigh. I wanted it, I wanted everything, every single drop. “please.” I whispered out. His finger slowly dragged down my inner thigh, making his way lower and lower until he made his way to my clit, his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive bud. “I can’t hear you darling.” “Please.” I said speaking louder, my breathing getting heavier as he rubbed faster, now slipping in a finger from my dripping core.

“Please what?”

He said, making direct eye contact with me, wet sounds filling the room as he fingered me harder, adding in another finger, his thumb still massaging my clit. I moaned out loud, throwing back my head, “Please, I want to do this Ten.” Hearing me moan out his name awoke something in him. He took his fingers out of me, instantly ramming himself inside of me, making me throw my head back from the pleasure and the pain of him hitting my cervix. He grabbed my waist, pulling my body towards him every-time he thrusted in, going at an unimaginable speed.

“Fuck”

He grunted, placing his right hand around my neck, his thumb dragging up my chin, entering my mouth, pulling down my bottom lip. I melted into his touch, moaning loudly as he pounded into me. He grabbed my leg that was around his waist, placing messy kisses on it before lifting it onto his shoulder like the other leg. “You like that, hmm?” He said, his black hair messily in his face, his voice sounding breathless as wet sounds, bed creaks, and the sounds of our skins thrashing together resonated in the room. I nodded, moaning loudly, head thrown back as he hit my sweet spot harder and harder, my body jolting back with every passionate thrust.

“Words princess.”

He said in almost a growl, his thrust becoming sloppier as he went rougher, little whimpers exiting out his mouth as he threw back his head. “Yes” I managed to get out, panting and moaning loudly as he hit my g-spot. I reached out my fingers and rubbed my clit with my finger, my hands still being tied together making it difficult, but Ten instantly stopped me, throwing my hands above my head. “That’s my job.” He said as he spat on my pussy, rubbing my clit with his thumb, while still thrusting in and out of me quickly. Waves of pleasure and sensation vibrated all over my body as I felt him everywhere on me.

“Do you know how beautiful you look under me.”

He said, looking me into my eyes. My body tensed up as I tightened my walls against him, reaching my high at once. “Im coming.” I screamed as my body jolted, my legs starting to shake uncontrollably, moans spurring out of my mouth. He moaned desperately as he started going faster, his last few thrust getting sloppier as he let out a choked moan, throwing his head back as he exited out of me, finishing on my stomach, his warm liquid oozing down my skin. Heavy breathes filled the room as he looked at me, his dark eyes twinkling again as he leaned down, giving me a deep passionate kiss.

“I’m gonna go run us a bath ok.”

He said as he untied my hand, looking at me then kissing my forehead before leaving me in the room alone.

We sat in the bathtub, the warm bath water helping me with my sore lower half. I sat in his lap as his hands massaged my shoulders.

“So what now Y/n?”

I moved his hands from my shoulders to my waist, wrapping them around me.

“I don’t know, what now Ten?”

I said, laying on his shoulder as I closed my eyes.

“I don’t know, but I know I loved being with you tonight.” He said, kissing my shoulder.

“Me too Ten.”

part 2 (prequel)

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matan4il · 15 days

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911 ep 705 first watch reactions

Of course 911 would "punish" the "You are the boss of you!" guy with an alien hand that attacks him, and does what it wants. Pooor Buck and Eddie paying the price for that...

Okay, love the storyline with Hen and Karen possibly eventually adopting an older girl. Too many shows just find easy, unrealistic ways to give their same sex couples kids, and I am really glad that 911 shows the reality of it, and that it is a more complex struggle for many, that it's an act of continuously choosing to be parents. That's actually an amazing, difficult thing, and it should be faithfully depicted and respected, for all of its heartache, and the little moments of triumph.

Buck and Tommy on a date, and Eddie comes along with Marisol? Love how Buck's bisexual awakening and coming out continues to involve Eddie so much. Tell me they're end game, even if they're not gonna get together right now, without telling me they're...

I did not need to learn Marisol is moving in with Eddie like this, with any build up, or even any sort of insight into the relationship, and nope, that does not bode well for them. IDK how 911 managed to do it, but they have somehow managed to give Eddie a love interest the show is even less invested in than Ana.

And the funniest bit, is that Marisol and Eddie's big development is only there to further Buck's journey anyway.

"You can never have too much closet space" LMAO the way 911 both made me laugh, and feel sorry for poor, baby bi Buck. XD

Hmmm. Were parts of this scene cut out? We don't get to see Eddie on his own date with Marisol, but constantly looking over at Tommy and Buck? Boo. I'm glad we at least got the BTS photos, then. But seriously, why!? That was gonna be so delicious.

Oh, Tommy's breaking up with Buck. I mean, good for him, and he ain't wrong after Buck's "after this, we're gonna go out looking for chicks" reaction, but man do I feel sorry for Buck. Him and Tommy might not be my end game (Buddie forever will be), but I do think this relationship could be good for our baby bi. Tommy being in the same profession, knowing what it's like to have this gap between who you are and the image of guys in your line of work, plus he's got more experience than Buck, is sure of himself, can help our boy figure himself out, and also Buck obviously does like his vibe. He deserves to be with someone he actually likes, not just the first woman willing to be with him that the plot pushed in his way.

Oh, baby Buck. :( You didn't even tell Maddie about Tommy. You really aren't ready it. But also (and as a Buddie shipper, more importantly), Tommy broke things off with Buck, but what is eating him up, is that he lied to Eddie. XD Yeah, this gonna end with wedding bells, sooner or later. On screen, off screen after the show ends with canon Buddie, or only in my head if 911 never dares make Buddie canon, I don't care. That kind of emotional devotion is not something that my hopelessly romantic heart can ignore.

OMG, this is how Buck comes out to Maddie? XD Via random pronoun mention, and as a by product of trying to figure out how to tell Eddie the truth? This is hilarious. lol It really makes it clear that, after all, the issue for Buck really isn't people knowing he is also dating guys (or checking their asses), even when it's the other closest person in the world for him, it's Eddie. Specifically. Buck's ready, even if he doesn't have the exact clear words yet, he's just not ready to tell Eddie. Can't imagine why. XDDD

What was that awkward post-sex scene with Eddie and Marisol? And the issues with her moving in are popping up a second after she has. But yeah, we have no idea who this woman is as a person, she's been a cardboard cut out so far, and then one of the first things we do learn about her, is that she would call her stuff better than Eddie's? Once again, this is not the stuff great romance is made of. Or... even just the stuff any kind of romance is made of.

Wait, Marisol was a nun, and Eddie didn't even know!? This whole ep is telegraphing in the news of how weird and awkward and underdeveloped this r/s is, not just for us as viewers who know nothing about Marisol, but apparently for Eddie as well.

And of course his Catholic guilt is gonna kick in now. I'd care, except 911 has given me absolutely no reason to. Seriously, I care more about Buck and Tommy after just 2 eps, than Eddie and Marisol, even though this is technically her 2nd season on the show.

Of course Buck went to find Eddie, and spotted him at the gym. Forever 201 vibes, with Eddie being the focus of Buck's attention. ^u^

I couldn't care less about Eddie's Catholic guilt crisis, and how it's actually a projection of what his real issues are with Marisol, but it's nice to see that as always, Buck's the one who can tell when something's off, and offer Eddie exactly what he needs (even when that's to talk to someone else, but Buck figures out immediately who the right person to address is), and then they just very naturally switch, because Eddie can also tell when something's off with Buck, and he wants to tell him something. Soulmates. THAT is the stuff that great romance IS made of.

:/ The imagery of Catholic nuns has not been around for over 2,000 years, please stop being ignorant about your own religion, and the very different way it looked in its early days.

Bobby is forgiven, he does give good advice, and his "her ex, the Lord" bit, which prompted that reaction from Eddie, is hilarious. XD

So... when Eddie is having issues with Marisol, he already knows he has to figure out how he feels about her, but instead of doing so, he goes to his safe place... Buck's loft.

Man, Eddie being into Tommy's choice of avoidning relationships with women, and hanging out with boys, after in the past, Eddie had dealt with his Shannon issues by running away from her, and re-enlisting in the army, where he gets to hang out with boys, when we all (Buck included) know why Tommy's "hanging out with boys"... I do like that if they want to (and hopefully they do), this further lays the groundwork for Eddie's own queer realization.

Buck and Eddie helping each other with their respective romantic problems, without realizing they are each other's respective romantic solution is gonna make me chew on my own fists. Again. But I'm not even a little bit surprised that Eddie was totally fine and accepting of Buck being bi, or that the first thing he thought of is how this reflects on them. Because their friendship IS way deeper and closer than normal for platonic friends, and Eddie's little reassurance is also an admission of that.

Man, for a second I was worried they also cut out Eddie in the loft, once more putting his thumb on Buck's pulse point possessively, in a perfect parallel to 303. I would have sued for emotional damages. But yeah, it says so much that the peak of emotional meaningfulness for Buck when coming out is in relation to Eddie, and that the scene itself peaks with Eddie, instead of finishing rushing out to take care of his own romantic business, hurries back to Buck first, to hug him, place his hand on Buck and give him orders. "Sure, you're gonna be dating this guy, but I'm still your real husband."

Well, at least Eddie amitted to himself and Marisol that he doesn't actually know her. But... I have never seen two people being both being so happy about not moving in together, and I'm supposed to think this r/s has a chance? Okay. Suuuure.

The scene with Buck going to Tommy to set things straight ready for something was lovely, it was nice seeing him excited, and get to choose, and hear he's wanted. But since the note Tommy and Buck's storyline in this ep should have ended on, is Buck showing Tommy he's ready enough to let others know he's dating a guy by inviting Tommy to come with Buck to Madney's wedding, then why is the very next scene playing the romantic switch again, making us think Buck's car just arrived at the wedding with him and Tommy, only for Buck and Eddie to walk in together? I see what you did there, 911.

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Sing For Me~ (Tengen Uzui x fem! Reader) ***MINORS DNI***

Back at it again with the sins- i mean holy content lmao hope you guys enjoy! As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: female oral pleasure, fingering, edging, downright nastiness overall >:)

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Tengen was never really the type for simplicity, always wanting the flashiest and gaudiest of things. Didn't matter if it was clothes, jewels, people, or mannerisms. If it was flashy, he wanted it. Then there's (Y/N), no inheritance to her name, nothing fancy or exciting about her. Just a young slayer of about 21 years old trying to make it in life. This is who Tengen has to train, the one he has to turn into the hashira that will soon replace him.

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"Master Uzui, I'm not sure why I have to wear such a thing. Don't you think that this will weigh me down by about a metric ass ton?" You asked, looking at the belt he handed you that was bedazzled with various stones. Emeralds, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, etc. The hashira could only laugh though, finding your concern endearing in a way. He's had apprentices like this, but he's never had someone with a background like yours. Or at least, someone with a background he knows nothing about. He wasn't about to pry though, all he was concerned about was you going out in style as you prepared for a real battle on the next mission.

"Nonsense, the only way I'll let you go out there to slay the most vile of demons is if you go out in the flashiest way possible! The God of festivals deems it so! Now, why don't we get started on some more technique training? You seem to be having a hard time with that as of lately. Unless you feel as though there's a more pressing issue to attend to as far as swordsmanship goes." You thought about it for a moment, what could you possibly do that'll get you out of technique training you’ve been doing for the fifth day in a row? An idea popped to mind, but you knew it would be dangerous to pursue.

"I want to hone my breathing skills better sir. It's vital for battle, if I don't I know I'll surely die out there." You finalized, breathing shakily as you saw the concerned yet disappointed look on your master's face. Tengen knew exactly why he didn't want you working on your breathing just yet. Mostly because his boss ordered it. But also because the last time it happened, well, it didn't blow over so well. "Look, I know it's not ideal but how else am I supposed to be a hashira if I don't? If I don't do it now, I'll never do it at all. So please, if you'll be so inclined to teach me the breathing techniques, I'd be more than happy to do whatever handy work you have for me afterwards." Tengen thought about it for a minute, he knew he needed a couple of things done as far as paperwork went. He also needed some help with a few miscellaneous things that he figured could wait for later. But now that the offer was presented to him, how could he resist?

"You know what, if you're so eager to learn I'll teach you. But you have to be ready to be severely out of breath, because we're about to battle for real this time. Are you ready?" His voice wasn't as cheerful or nonchalant as usual. Rather it was one of seriousness, kinda like Rengoku but not quite as encouraging. You shook your nervous expression and raised your gaze to meet his eyes. Which by now were burning with determination on both sides.

"Are you challenging me, master Uzui? You really think I'm not up for the challenge you present for me?" You inquired, sneering at him. He could only smile and ruffle your hair though, as any mentor would do for their apprentice.

"No (Y/N), I'm merely testing your bearings. And so far, you're doing wonderfully. Tomioka has trained you well in that regard. Now, what form would you like to work on first? I know your previous trainer went over the first six forms with you. Would you like to review them?" Tengen asked, leaning against a nearby wall in the training area.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to review the first three at least. It's been about a year since the last incident with the breathing techniques, so I shouldn't have such a hard time with it." You commented, unsheathing your sword and watching it glimmer in the light. It fits you perfectly, at least for what type of breathing you do. Tengen seemed pleased with this, you supposed he wanted you to fight him on this. Maybe this was a test of will? You had no idea but you knew you were getting to work on something you've been meaning to do for a whole.

"Excellent, let's start with the first form. We want this to be as fierce as possible. Sometimes battle will never be flashy, oftentimes it'll be boring to the point where you want the demon to take you instead. But nevertheless, you gotta make the most of it. Here, let me fix your stance.-" He paused to fix the way you stood. "You need to stand like you're in a punching position. Your left foot forward and your right foot right behind it. You should find yourself in a position where you're prepared to lunge at your boring target. Because that's what demons are, they're boring as hell." Tengen's comments made you laugh on the inside. He knew how to brighten you up even in the most stressful of situations. Although, your mind was elsewhere, it was on something far more dear to you than his snarky comments. But those were thoughts for later. "Now, raise your arms at an angle, take a deep and steady breath then swing as hard as you can shouting your first form name." Sounded easy enough to you.

"Sound breathing, first form: Roar!" Swinging with all of your might, you released your breath as you saw rays of black shadows release from your blade, making almost a dragon like shape. It hit your target perfectly. Tengen, needless to say, was pleased with these results. "Sound breathing, fourth form: Constant resounding flashes!" Without thinking, you moved to the fourth form effortlessly. Obviously remembering to breathe this time as you swung your blade, then releasing the breath as your hit landed. You took a second to gather yourself after that, only to hear Tengen's clapping in the back.

"Wow, impressive. Good job, I knew you could do it in such a flashy way after all." Tengen commended you for your efforts. Although it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, truth be told, you were actually expecting something a little more condescending than that. He’s always been like that, at least towards you in the two years that you’ve known him. Since you were 19, you’ve been training under many different hashira for many different reasons. However, Tengen proved to be a feat in of himself. His flashy ways, his flamboyant yet arrogant personality, not to mention the gaudiness of the way he dresses… it was all just conjecture to you. You never quite understood why someone would want to live such a lifestyle. “Well, that’s enough for today. You should probably just stick with those two for now. Breathing techniques are hard to master, they require time and patience. And I’d hate to break it to you, but (Y/N), you barely have any patience at all.” Tengen deadpanned at the last phrase, leaving you with an expression that feigned offense. He was pretty fond of it honestly, finding it quite endearing that his apprentice could joke around with him like an old friend. “Alright, let’s end it here. You should get some rest before the mission tomorrow evening. It’ll be short lived, just so you can get a feel for being a hashira… and since you’ll be with me, I’ll make sure it’s the flashiest experience of your life!” He exclaimed, trying to get you to crack at least a small smile. You sighed though, knowing that tomorrow night might be your last sunset. Although, you had to admit that there were other things on your mind that you figured weren’t worth attending to at the present moment. He noticed this, knowing you could get too into your own head. Tengen leveled himself to your height, “Hey, what’s going on? You’re usually not like this. Crack a joke or something, liven up. No point in worrying too much before a mission, save that energy for tomorrow.” Tengen lifted your chin to make you look at him, a blush rose to your cheeks as you had no idea what to say. No thoughts, head empty, only Tengen. Your mind was merely blank as you stared into his magenta eyes. It was no wonder he had three wives, well, at least from what you heard he does. It wasn't your place to question someone's personal life, especially someone who has taken you under their wing to make you into a hashira.

"You know that's why I lead a simple life right? Because of my impatience i mean. After all, I doubt I could keep up with your flashiness given my luck." You commented, sighing at the way he was looking at you. It was almost like he wanted to convey something to you but he didn't want to say it out loud. He chuckled, kissing your forehead. "Consider that a token of luck. Bestowed upon you by the God of festivals!" Okay, that made you smile. Which was exactly what he was looking for, a smile upon your face. "Now come on, I know you're hungry and tired given all of the effort you put in today. So let's go ahead and do something about that alright?"

"Sounds good to me." You spoke, walking with him back to wherever you guys were going.

*fast forward after the mission bc I'm FUCKING lazy*

You took a shaky breath, that demon was uh, something else. Who knew mountain demons were something else entirely. You didn't know if you were up against an upper or lower moon, or if it was just some random demon with insane powers. You looked around, looking for Tengen frantically. He said he'd be right by your side through it all but you couldn't seem to find him anywhere. "Master Uzui?! Where are you?! Give me a sign you're okay!" You shouted as the sun set. A gust of wind followed shortly afterwards, you whipped around to see a flash of white hair. "Master…?" You approached the figure, only to feel a hand on your shoulder from behind. Whipping around bearing your sword ready to defend yourself, only to find a familiar stature in front of you.

"That was by far the flashiest I've seen you perform! Well done (Y/N), you're one step closer to becoming a hashira! And to think that ended up being a more powerful demon than we anticipated, you truly shine on the battlefield." You looked up to see Tengen, his face left without a scratch but his arms were cut up and bleeding from battle. Your eyes began to sting, but you couldn't let yourself cry in front of him. However your efforts were in vain, and you broke. Tengen was taken aback, having never seen you so emotionally vulnerable. "Whoa, okay, hey hey now. Calm down, you're alive and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go get to somewhere safe okay?" He suggested, lowering himself to your level and caressing your arms like he would a child. The only difference is that you're his apprentice, he's responsible not only for your welfare but also your life. He tilted your chin up to have you look at him. "Hey, let it out, talk to me about it. You gotta get it out, so do what you gotta do and say what you need to say. Alright?" Tengen spoke softly, wiping away some of your tears as you tried to compose yourself to speak.

"I- I never thought I could do it Master Uzui... but gods why does it have to come to this?! Why do we have to kill living beings that were once human?! I- I…" You fell to your feet, feeling as though you had let Tengen down along with the other hashiras who worked tirelessly to prepare you for this moment. Looking at your disheveled form he helped you stand once more, and to sheath your blade with your shaking hands. "A-ah! Gods please be careful Master Uzui…" Feeling a sharp pain in your arm, you winced when Tengen lifted your arm to find blood oozing from it.

"Looks like you got a nasty cut yourself. Come on, let's get somewhere safer than here." He wrapped your arm around his waist to help you balance, making sure to not let you fall. "You know, this is the reason why I didn't want you working on your breathing in the first place right? I don't need you falling ill this easily." He commented, hearing your heartbeat still racing. You tried gathering yourself as best as you could, breathing heavily as if you were still in battle. You began to cough as you tried catching your breath further. You stopped moving, coughing harder than you were before and doubling over in pain. "Okay this clearly isn't good, fight it (Y/N), I’ll be sure to find a place to rest in no time. All you have to do is stay awake.” Tengen commanded, trying to offer some encouragement as he picked you up and ran as fast as he could. You took this time to breathe deeply, trying to ease your mind from the thought of almost losing your life or even Tengen losing his. The fact that you’re both wounded is bad enough. But the question really is were you even breathing all throughout that battle?

“M-master Usui, will I die tonight? I’m having a really hard time breathing…” You asked weakly, hearing a door slide open and feeling the warmth envelop you in its embrace. He looked at you with what seemed to be care, the kind of look he’d give his wives or maybe to Tanjiro. After shutting the door with his foot he placed you down on the bed, courtesy of the demon slayer corps. Sitting up you looked at your arm in the light, it wasn’t too bad but you knew what a deep cut could do. At least now you could breathe better, which was good news to Tengen as he could see your condition improve almost instantly.

“Nonsense, you’re not going to die. All you needed was to breathe, perhaps sitting down is what you needed after all. Panicking like that isn’t good for you, but I can understand why simply because this was your first battle as a hashira in training. That demon was pretty strong too, put up one hell of a flashy fight also.” He stated, rekindling the fire that was previously started by whoever was here before. “But, nevertheless we should take this time to rest. Or recap on a few things from the mission, if you want to.” Tengen sighed as he sat next to you, wrapping your arm with medical supplies someone had left behind. You thought about it for a second, then looked down at the belt he gave you the day prior.

“Well, firstly, the belt is surprisingly lightweight. I didn’t think it’d be this nice on me if I’m being completely honest.” You giggled as you spoke, something you’ve never quite done before. Taking some antiseptic and a sterile pad you wiped any infection away from the cuts on his arms. Feeling the muscles as you held them in your hand. “Secondly, there’s just not a lot to talk about on my end. I’m sure you’ve heard my story from Giyuu or perhaps Rengoku. Also youre really good at patching up wounds, what are you some kind of secret medic?” You chuckled as you spoke while Tengen simply laughed. He loved seeing you like this, as if it weren't evident enough.

“I actually haven’t heard anything, believe it or not. Not even Tanjiro felt comfortable telling me. He said it was too touchy of a subject and I’d have to ask you. But I won’t push it if you don’t want to tell me. Wouldn’t be very flashy of me now would it?” You laughed at that last bit, your smile warming his heart. "Also, people I hold dear to me tend to get injured pretty often. Be it from clumsiness or even combat, Makio being the more frequently injured one of course. Everything I learned is from Shinobu. Though, I doubt I can be as flashy as her when it comes to medical care." Tengen answered your question as best as he could, concentrating on securely wrapping the wound on your arm after disinfecting it.

You sighed, him mentioning your past was a rather touchy subject, even though you were the one to bring it up in the first place. “Well, as far as my past, that's a story for another time. For now, I have other things on my mind. Like training, working on my breathing once we get back to quarters, my feelings for you-” Tengen looked at you with a dumbfounded face. Did he hear that right? Feelings for him? From you no less?

“Wait, wait, stop. What was that last part there?” You realized what you said, blushing harder than you usually do in the night when you think about him. You couldn't say that it’s nothing dirty or anything, but you’ve always just wondered what his hugs felt like, what it would feel like to be in his arms. You’re so small compared to him, the man is over six feet tall. To say you’re a little down bad is an understatement. By down bad, it means that you’re full on SIMPING for this man. And since it’s out, you can’t deny it now. He can already see right through you anyways. “(Y/N), are you suggesting that you have an infatuation towards me? How flashy of you, you’re usually not one to be very forward.” He leaned in closer to you, and being the sound hashira that he is, he could probably hear your heartbeat quickening with every passing beat.

“W-well I mean, I can't deny that I do… but surely your loyalty lies somewhere else whether it’s with a person or with work.” You asked, trying to avert your gaze elsewhere but your eyes just kept wandering back to his. At this point you're disinfecting his arms and wrapping them with the same gentle care that he gave to you. Though, they didn't seem to bother him much even before they were cleaned and wrapped.

“I actually have three wives, (Y/N). Yes the rumors are true, but to the other hashira it’s common knowledge. You’ve actually met them one time when we were training. They brought us food, remember?” He was right, they came by the headquarters to drop off some food for the both of you. But in actuality, they wanted to see who their husband was working with, though the food was indeed an added bonus. “Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru seem to really like you though. Matter of fact, they told me not to come home if you weren’t coming to visit after this mission. Which obviously they were joking of course. But with that said, I suppose your affection isn’t in vain. And if I’m being completely honest…” He leaned in towards you, he was so close to your ear you could practically hear him breathing. “I’m not off the hook when it comes to my feelings about you.” He whispered like a baby's breath, his voice was far more soft than when he would whisper to you in a regular conversation. Your breath hitched in your throat, but rather than fear, you felt a strange sense of relief. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, so it was time for that agonizing twenty questions game you know he hates playing.

“So, what I’m hearing is that these feelings are reciprocated in a way? Or in every way I should say?” You asked, only to find him captivated by your gaze. “Master Uzui?” You reached your hand up to his face, trying to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. Only for him to grab a hold of it and intertwine his fingers with yours, leaving butterflies in the abyss of your stomach.

“Firstly, call me Tengen, you have my full permission to. Secondly, yes, they’re matched in every regard (Y/N). Now, do you want to keep this interaction short? Or, do you want to move onto something more, how should I put this?” Tengen thought about it for a second, struggling to know what to say next.

“Well, Rengoku told me that when words fail, action might not. So instead of saying it, why don’t you uh… show me what you mean?” by now you're already leaning in, he just happened to close the gap. You had no idea what you were thinking but you were damn sure of it as you felt his lips hit yours. They were surprisingly softer than you were expecting, but you didn't mind. He pulled you into his arms, breaking the kiss to catch some air.

"If I show you, are you going to be okay? I won't force you to do anything you don't want to." He spoke, staring at you with what seemed to be a spark in his eyes. Your smile said it all, you were ready to take this further. "That says it all then…" like lightning his lips crashed onto yours again. This time being a little more heated than the last time. You moaned softly as he kissed you, feeling urges that were completely foreign to you. Apparently those moans of yours was only more motivation for him to kiss you deeper and pull you closer, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He broke the kiss to look at you, which by now you're flushed a light pink. "Are you okay? You seem a little flustered there." He asked, needing to know if you're okay.

"Y-yeah I'm okay, although I must admit this is my first time doing such a thing so… please, forgive me if I'm a bit uh, rusty I suppose." You stammered, almost ashamed that you're still a virgin at your age. Tengen placed your hair behind your ears to get a better look at you, and he couldn't be any happier with you.

"Well, for one, that's completely fine. I have absolutely no problem with that. I'm honored to be your first. We'll take as much time as you need, does that sound ideal my angel?" Tengen asked, sincerity lacing his voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "And remember, it's your call, always. I want you, no, I need you to put yourself first. Your safety matters to me immensely, and you can always back out at any given point." He's trying so hard to reassure you, hearing your heartbeat quicken made him worry given your state a few moments ago.

"That's honestly the most thoughtful thing someone's told me in a long time. So of course it sounds good. I'm yours for the taking Tengen…" you breathed. The desperate tone of your voice was surely enough to let him knownthat you wanted him. No, you needed him. His gaze upon you darkened as he unbuttoned your uniform blouse, only to find out that there wasn't anything underneath it. You kicked off your shoes and threw them across the bed as you undid his shirt also. "Gods I want you so fucking badly…"

"You've already got a God in front of you beautiful…" Tengen, by this point, is just as heated as you are. The pressure in your core builds up with every garment being stripped from your body until you're both down to absolutely nothing. He traced the abs and muscles on your body, they were subtle yet noticeable by any hashira out there. "Gods you're more beautiful than I imagined… come here and kiss me already." He wraps you in his arms as he dove in for another passionate kiss. Moving from your lips down to your neck which caused you to sing out in pleasure. He flipped you over onto your back, making sure your head didn't hit anything of course. He chuckled as he kept moving down towards your fruitful bounty. Licking it once and looking for your reaction. Which was nothing more than a whimper and you gently pushing his face down towards it. So he continued in slow sensual circles around your bud, causing you to fight the moans you were trying so desperately to hold back. "Are you enjoying this, my beloved?" Tengen asked from down there.

"Y-yes, yes it feels so fucking good I need more please…" you begged and pleaded for more. Which in turn made Tengen slowly and steadily slide a finger inside of you. Wincing a bit, yet quickly adjusting, you felt his finger slowly pump in and out of you making you shake with ecstasy. "O-oh gods yes just like that don't stop!" You couldn't hold in your whines and groans of pleasure anymore, it was just that good. Although, Tengen had other plans in mind.

"Hmm, you're not singing for me the way I want you to my love. How about I quicken the pace?" He started moving in and out faster, the sloppy noises coming from down there sending you into a state of euphoria. You rolled your eyes out of pleasure as you moaned loudly.

"Tengen! Oh gods don't stop!" You begged and pleaded the way he wanted you to. Which got you another finger slipped inside of you as a reward. "O-oh fuck!" You sang your song as he pumped his two fingers in and out of you. It only made you wonder what his actual length would feel like. "Oh my God Tengen I'm gonna bust…" at this news, Tengen slipped his fingers out of you. A shocked expression laced your face. "What?! Unfairrrrr!" You whined as he started looming over top of you. He chuckled somewhat darkly as he licked his two fingers clean, delighting in your taste. "Oh come onnn I was about to cum man!" You laughed it off, thinking nothing else would come out of this. Tengen raised his eyebrow in a playfully questioning manner, a slight laugh emitting from his lips as he bent down and kissed you. Allowing you to get a taste of yourself in the process.

"Oh baby, we're just getting started…" He cooed, rubbing your shaking legs with tender care letting you know that he's here with you. In this present moment you have never felt more ready for anything in your life. The only issue is that you're nervous as fuck. "Hey, I know this can be scary. Especially since this is your first time, with a hashira no less. But I wanted to let you know that no matter what, I'm here for you, always." He slid his tip in while keeping you distracted with his kind words. "And like I said earlier, if you feel remotely unsafe or uncomfortable at any given point, all you need to do is say the word and we can stop. There's absolutely zero judgment from me, all I want you to do is relax and enjoy my angel." He slid in his length a little more as his arms snaked around your small frame. You smiled at him, kissing his cheek in a grateful manner. Your arms wrapped under his underarms and holding onto his scarred shoulders. His bodyweight wasn't very overpowering, it was like that of a weighted blanket. You could actually feel his muscles working as he slid deeper into you. By which you coped with by taking deep breaths and doing exactly as he said; which was to relax and just enjoy the feeling… maybe this wasn't so bad for you. You heard other horror stories from Shinobu and Mitsuri about people in their lives who lost their virginities in uh… not so nice ways. So the fact that you're doing this for the first time with someone who cares about you deeply, it really changed your perspective on how you felt about sex. When he finally slid it all the way in you let out a small moan, letting him know that you were indeed enjoying the moment. "Does that feel good, my love?" He asked, brushing the hair out of your face so he could see you better. You only hummed in approval, earning a smile from him in return. "Angel, I want to hear you say it, does this feel good?" He bent down near your ear again, "or do you need more my beloved?" You looked at him in the most sincere way you could muster up.

"Yes Tengen, it feels so good. Though, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to give me more. But I'll leave that up to you… master." You decided to get bold with it, mostly because you were starting to get a bit bored. He smirked sinfully, even more sinful thoughts racing in his head. What he could do to you right now… but he knew he couldn't, he would break you if he did. "Oh, whats the matter? Is the God of flashiness that looms above me getting shy?" You teased, testing his limits like you usually did when you both were training together. His eyes darkened a bit, what was once bright magenta eyes had decreased to a deep berry shade. It was captivating in a way, strangely enough.

"Alright then angel, I'll show you what such a shy God like myself can do. Just relax and enjoy this." He wasted no time as he started moving in and out of you, starting at a moderate pace to begin with. The feelings it gave you… you felt so fucking dirty. But the best part is that you didn't care, and he didn't seem to either. It threw every concept of nobility and honor out of the window, and with the pain definitely came pleasure. Tengens groans and moans of pleasure harmonized with yours perfectly and frankly so did his dick with your pussy. He was undeniably large, what'd you expect though? For a big dude you'd expect a big dick, and that's exactly what you got and for your first time no less. "Goddamn angel, how can you be so fucking tight- oh my fucking God it's so good…" He tried holding back as best as he could for your sake, but you both knew that you're getting bored and frankly so is he.

"Master… faster, please I need it faster I need you so fucking bad please master I'll do anything for you if you just pleasure me with your dick please please please…" you begged as best as you could and his smirk only got smugger. He flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach.

"Close your legs a little for me darling…" you did what you were told, feeling his length go back into you but hitting more than what you thought it could. "Oh fuck baby, this is gonna be so fucking good." He started pounding into you faster, making you grip the bed sheets until your knuckles turned a ghostly white.

"Oh fuck yes baby! Master it's so good, I need more but more importantly I need you… give it to me harder." you whined, wanting more even though you knew that it could potentially break you. He grunted whilst moving to hold your hips up as he rammed into your small body. It was almost like you guys fit together like puzzle pieces. Two puzzle pieces that fit together so perfectly. "F-fuck!" you breathed, trying to get a hold of your looming mind but failing miserably just to bask in the high you're feeling right now. Tengen looked down at you with a devilish smirk, only to flip you over on your hands and knees while he's still in you.

"You like it when your master fucks you like this huh?" he taunted in your ear with a low, sensual tone. Smacking your ass as if it were his own personal punching bag, you let out a loud moan. "That's right angel, sing for me will you? I want to hear you sing my name for me all night, got that?" By this point he's already hitting your g-spot, making you say nothing but incoherent moans and more importantly his name.

"T-Tengen, oh god Tengen I need you more please, just give me everything you have please please please!" You were desperate for a release at this point, your throbbing cunt not being able to take anymore for much longer. He went even faster now, the sound of skin slapping on skin harshly and your moans combined heeded warning to any demon to not come near. "Tengen for the love of the gods just FUCK ME!" you couldn't hold back your primal instincts anymore. It took him aback for a second but lust ultimately won in his thoughts, in his actions, and with you.

"Alright, if that's what you want-" he grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked your head back to look at him. "Then so be it." From there he started plunging into you mercilessly, making you feel every inch of him and you loved every bit of it. He took advantage of your open mouth and slipped two fingers in, allowing you to coat them in your spit. He flipped you over onto your back again, pulling himself out he slipped his two fingers into your soaked sex, pleasuring you with his fingers again while rubbing slow, agonizing circles on your abused clit. "Is this what you wanted? Huh (Y/N)?" He asked, not a drop of mercy in his voice.

"Y-yes master this is exactly what I wanted..." You whined, trying to cover your face only to have your arms pinned above your head by his free hand. The thought of being restrained made you go crazy, but now that it's happening, it made you go absolutely feral.

"Good, now here's the catch gorgeous, you're only going to cum when I tell you to. Until then, why don't you sing for me a little more?" His voice was husky and slurred, drunk from pleasure and you definitely weren't off the hook also. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spongy area and making you scream in pleasure. He kept tapping that same spot with his two fingers, and to silence your screams he dove in for a deep, loving kiss. Mostly to remind you that you're safe with him in case you had forgotten.

"Tengen... I want to cum, make me cum please please please..." You begged for him to let you release, which he just smiled at you, looking in your eyes making you anticipate your wish granted. "Tengen please I'll do anything for you if it means I get to cum please-" you were cut off by the feeling of his dick entering in you again, arching your back and making you moan while gripping the sheets.

"Since you've been such a good girl for me, and I can hear your heart pounding against your chest, I don't see why not. But you'll do it on my count, got that?" He whispered in your ear, this is driving you mad. You nodded nevertheless though, wanting nothing but his dick plunging into you as you came. "Ready? One... two... cum!"

"Oh FUCK YES AH!" and just like that, the knot in your chest and stomach released itself, allowing you to bask in your ecstatic high as he pulled out and finished himself off. Spilling his seed on your thighs and lower abdomen. He took a good look at you, marveling in what he's done to make you look and feel that good. You tried catching your breath as best as you could. Only for it to be taken away by another one of Tengen's passionate kisses, to which you returned happily. After he pulled away to find towels for the both of you to clean up with, he pulled you into his lap.

"Was that good, or was I too rough there?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked at your dazed expression. You looked up and smiled though, giving him all of the reassurance he needed.

"Yes, it was amazing. Thank you Tengen, there's no one else I would've rather had my first time with." You reached up a hand to hold his face, stroking it lovingly with your thumb. He leaned into your touch, wanting nothing else but to know that you're okay. He was surprised that you could handle his heavy handedness though, and for your first time no less.

But you wouldn't have it any other way, you were safe and that's all that matters. Safe as you fell asleep in his arms, knowing that maybe there was a possibility of something flourishing between the two of you.

......

AAAAAAA THIS TOOK ME ALL DAY

SOMEONE COME GET THIS MAN BECAUSE HE'S N A S T Y -

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you want to see next!

And remember: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #tengen uzui x reader #uzui tengen #tengen fluff #tengen smut

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mywingsareonwheels · 8 months

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In which I get very feral about Angua von Uberwald, as I sometimes do

(Below is a quote from The Fifth Elephant, it contains some spoilers...)

""Carrot! I've got to know something."

"Yes?"

"That might happen to me. Have you ever thought about that? He was my brother, after all. Being two things at the same time, and never quite being one... we're not the most stable of creatures."

"Gold and muck come out of the same shaft," said Carrot.

"That's just a dwarf saying!"

"It"s true, though. You're not him."

"Well, if it happened... if it did... would you do what Vimes did? Carrot? Would it be you who picked up a weapon and came after me? I know you won't lie. I've got to know. Would it be you?"

A little snow slid down from the trees. The wolves watched. Carrot looked up for a moment at the grey sky and then nodded.

"Yes."

She sighed. "Promise?" she said." * * * * * * * * * * *

PRATCHETT HOW ABSOLUTELY DARE YOU.

How am I supposed to be normal about Angua, the most all-round competent pretty much of all the Watch (and definitely the most alarming fighter), cynical and self-aware and judgemental and brilliant and passionately loyal and very compassionate at times, saying that to her boyfriend. An intensely idealistic and kind and simple and terrifyingly (no, truly terrifyingly) good man. It's implied that their relationship has an inevitable slight d/s-y element, because anything halfway between a human and a wolf is rather a dog, and she is absolutely aware that when he calls, she will come running. Even while she is continually the only person (other than Vimes) who gets seriously snarky about him and isn't easily influenced by his extreme levels of charisma.

And her sheer damn relief in this scene. They've just buried her other love interest, who died trying to save Carrot from Angua's horrifying brother Wolfgang. And Carrot's the only person she trusts this much. This is just the absolute classic monster x human relationship, there is so much going on with them over the course of the several books in which they both appear (though this is the one in which they are both the most in focus) and I am still waiting for any adaptation to do it full justice.

I do not usually get this intense about any m/f relationship, but FUCK.

I also note: we learn in The Fifth Elephant that Angua has another brother who is unable to change shape to looking like a human, and who got out of the family (and away from Wolfgang) too, to work as a sheepdog in Borogravia, where he wins prizes at agricultural shows. Carrot is clearly deeply proud of potentially having a prize-winning sheepdog brother-in-law. Angua finds this extremely irritating. :D

But Vimes and Angua are based in Borogravia in Monstrous Regiment, only a few books later, so I am working on the assumption that Angua visited Andreyi while she was there. :) :) :) I hope they had a good time together. I also wonder whether his human shepherd boss has any idea of his species. :D (I bet Granny Aching would have worked it out, but Granny Aching doesn't live in Borogravia. ;-) )

#gnu terry pratchett #the fifth elephant #angua x carrot #angua von uberwald #carrot ironfoundersson #carrot x angua #andreyi von uberwald #wolfgang von uberwald #sam vimes #tw d/s mention #d/s mention

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1863-project · 8 months

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For the anon Pokémon asks: which battle subway conductor is the cutest?

Okay, this may get long, so bear with me.

First, a little disclaimer: Ingo and Emmet both make me feel incredibly seen. I was born in 1989 and wasn't diagnosed with autism until 2009, and I never got to see characters like me. I'd see some who were similar to me, or some with things in common with me, but Ingo and Emmet feel like looking in a mirror to me, to the point that I don't go in the Submas tag because I've seen too many people perpetuating the ableism that got me bullied as an undiagnosed autistic kid. Every time an autistic or autistic-coded character is portrayed as "weird" or "off-putting" or "too intense" or "scary," it's repeating things that my bullies used to excuse their behavior towards me and essentially treat me and my autism as entertainment. Most people aren't doing this, of course, but since I'm in the process of working through a lot of that trauma, I choose not to take the chance of exposing myself to it because I'd rather heal instead of open old wounds again and again.

Anyway, with that said, I adore them both, but only one of them makes me act like a giddy teenager.

I have the most ridiculous fictional character crush on Emmet. It's unreal. Part of that is likely the fact that if he was real we'd actually be extremely compatible, but unfortunately for me, he is not, and so I can't take him on locomotive photo charter dates and kiss him on the City Hall looparound on the 6 Train. That aside, here's what I genuinely like about the goober.

He's deeply passionate about what he loves.

It's that passion that often gets people like him and me labeled as "too intense," but when he likes something, he really likes something. Battling is like air to him. When you befriend him in Masters EX, you find he'll actually talk your ear off about battling if you give him the opportunity. He vibrates with excitement when he sees strong trainers.

[Image description: Emmet and Ingo, two adult identical twin men with knife-shaped sideburns wearing exaggerated versions of railroad conductor uniforms, stare off to the left at people who are off-screen. Emmet, in a white uniform, is holding his hands at his sides but his hands are in an excited, almost 'grabby' position; Ingo, in a black uniform, also has his hands at his sides but his hands are balled into fists. Ingo's Excadrill, a Pokemon that looks like a mole combined with a tunneling machine, stands in front of him. End description.]

In this screenshot from Masters EX, Emmet and Ingo have just run into Steven Stone and Roark. Emmet is barely holding back, and you can tell by looking at his hands. He wants to battle now. It's delightful that he's in a franchise of video games where that passion is normalized and encouraged. (As long as he never visits Paldea, anyway. Nemona is proof of how well that would go.)

Battling makes Emmet genuinely so happy and excited and I love when people get that way about their hobbies. It's so nice to see passionate people. Emmet even says he's excited about it when you battle him in Black and White and beat him at the highest level possible:

"I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss, but I lost against you again. But I feel good. Because it was very fun! You want to win, and I don't want to lose. That's real. When we clash in battles, I feel very excited!"

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He lives for this, so much that even losing a really intense, serious battle feels good. And it's a delight. But, of course...

[Image description: Emmet, described above, claps his hands together excitedly and says "Winning a serious, hard-fought battle is the best feeling in the world!" with a huge smile on his face. End description.]

...he, in his own words, likes winning "more than anything else."

He's verrrry direct in his communication...but also verrrry supportive.

Autistic folks are often told we're too blunt, and to neurotypicals, who are used to saying things more indirectly, we can come off as a bit...too direct to them, to say the least. Arguably the best example of Emmet doing this is in the PokeSpe manga, where he just says things without a filter.

[Image description: a manga panel in which Emmet bluntly tells trainer White, "Yes, we're studying you as an example of a trainer who gets overwhelmed and loses every single match." The next panel leads off with Ingo saying "That's not nice, Emmet..." End description.]

But that bluntness isn't intended maliciously, he just has no filter and says what's on his mind. In reality, he's delightfully supportive and friendly, and that honesty leads to the most wonderful exchanges with him:

[Image description: two screenshots of Emmet from Pokemon Masters EX, smiling softly. His dialogue reads, "Hi, Steph! Your smile is always the best. Perfect! Whenever I see you, I can't help but smile, too! I'll have to make sure my smile is just as good as yours!" End description.]

As a side note, this dialogue has been destroying me for over two years now, and every time I boot up the game and he says this I feel my face get warm. He's actually helped me stop being self-conscious about my smile.

He has a habit of listening in on things, even if he has no intention of gossiping or anything. He just likes knowing stuff.

It's a habit he seems to share with his brother, but Ingo is significantly less obvious and more apologetic about it. Emmet's just really funny about it.

[Image description: two manga panels and one screenshot from Masters EX. The first manga panel shows Emmet marching over to White and Bianca as they have a discussion, saying, "I'm overhearing an interesting discussion over here. It seems profound, so I'm going to stand nearby and listen in. Oh, don't let me distract you. Go on. Keep talking." The second panel shows Emmet cupping his ear with his hand and still attempting to listen in on the discussion from one subway car away, with Ingo standing behind him. The screenshot from Masters EX shows Ingo hiding his eyes with his hat and saying, "I apologize for eavesdropping, but we happened to overhear your conversation at the Pokemon Center" as Emmet stands beside him, hands on his hips and smiling with no shame. End description.]

He doesn't use the information maliciously, and a lot of the time he doesn't even use it at all. He just enjoys hearing these things and knowing all sorts of weird drama is going on elsewhere. It's like when you find out about drama in a fandom you're not in and you read the posts and eat popcorn. It's great.

He likes his work uniform because it helps his posture.

As a fellow "leans forward too much" autistic, this one really resonates with me and I love it.

[Image description: A screenshot of Emmet in Pokemon Masters EX. He's standing straight up and holding the brim of his hat with his hand. His dialogue reads, "Wearing it gets me motivated, of course! It also helps me stand up straight and tall!" End description.]

He stops scripting when he gets to know people better because he's able to trust them.

Notice how his dialogue in BW and BW2 is on the Battle Subway - "I'm Emmet. This is my job. I like doubles. This is why I like doubles. Here are the safety checks." He's scripting around people he's not familiar with, and it's the sort of thing that gets autistic people labeled as "robotic" by people who don't know it's a way to help us maintain some semblance of control over an unfamiliar situation. The preprepared dialogue is a coping method in an ableist world. But when you get to know him in Masters, the scripted dialogue shows up a lot less. He's able to talk genuinely and excitedly to you, because he knows you're safe to be around and you're not going to judge him for who he is. That hits me hard.

He has the most adorable goddamned laugh in the world and it kills me on the daily.

This is a lot more in line with my personal tastes, as everyone who knows me well knows, but that damn laugh makes me all fluttery inside and weak in the knees. And he does it a LOT.

This update to Masters EX, where the characters laugh if you tap on them on the upgrade screen, destroyed me, and multiple people were apparently waiting for me to find it and die because I'm really predictable. I may or may not regularly pull the screen up just to poke at him and hear this. It's...not fair.

This one is...also unfair. I won't elaborate in public on what I think when I hear it because it's embarrassing.

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So, uh...yeah. I really, really like Emmet a lot. I'm really normal about Emmet. I promise.

#replies #Pokemon #Submas #this man literally makes me so giddy and ridiculous #it's so silly but I'm having a good time and he's helping me work through a lot of stuff on the side #I spent hours on this #I always spend hours on posts where I talk about Emmet

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nihilnovisubsole · 28 days

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phew! finally a weekend where i can set aside enough time to type up The Promised Endwalker Stream-of-Consciousness Post. i finished the base story... a month ago? but work has been busy, and i think tumblr benefits from me being quiet sometimes. anyway, what a ride. when you've been building up to the end of your arc for a decade, you want to hit it like an earthquake, and that's exactly what they did.

i think people love endwalker because it fires on all cylinders. it returns - in both story and vision - to the eorzea we love, and the dev team gets to show off everything they've learned. the dungeons and boss fights are dynamic and imaginative and colorful and bring the game's epic sense of scope to bear. the story callbacks are juicy. the music is orchestral again. we're back home, and we're saving the galaxy. what's better than this?

i love that we go to garlemald. i don't - i mean, you know, i don't like garlemald. i shouldn't have to qualify that. but it's hugely narratively satisfying to see the face of the enemy we've been fighting since the first few hours of ARR. you don't think about them when you're beating them up in castrum centri or ala mhigo. they're star wars bad guys. then you meet them on their own turf. you observe firsthand how they starve and cannibalize their own people to feed their obsession with state power and military strength. the wintry environment makes it seem all the more barren and desperate. my favorite part by far. i wish we'd spent more time there.

actually, on that note:

there is an argument that endwalker should've been two expacs. i've heard similar about stormblood - ala mhigo should've been the whole thing, and doma should've been either patch content or an expac of its own. the prevailing theory is that, after ARR, the devs are afraid of letting arcs run long. i can't speak to that, but i wouldn't have minded, that's for sure!

i won't pretend not to be biased. i've noted in many xiv posts that it hurries through its political plots to get to the magic stuff. i felt more conscious of it in heavensward and especially in stormblood. i made peace with it in endwalker. with dessert this good, who am i to complain? i can do small character drama on my own time. for now, the game wants royce to be a big damn shonen hero, and that can be fun, too.

speaking of characters, urianger and estinien have grown on me. this is the arc where, for me at least, the scions have congealed. they're all good, but with any large cast and custom player character, you tend to form the meatiest bonds with a few specific ones. i think royce appreciates urianger's cooler, more mature head. they're both so formal. he realizes she's someone he can confide in. i think she sees estinien as a gifted, but hotheaded whelp, which i find very funny. patience, child. stop sulking. do your breathing drills.

i love thancred's MGS sequence and in from the cold too. they're stressful, but i love that the team tried, you know what i mean? the fact that you can fight enemies in a pinch makes those duties way more bearable than some other games that experiment with stealth.

in from the cold as a whole, honestly. If You Know, You Know

all right, i can't avoid referencing spoilers anymore, sorry. there's a sense of classical tragedy to the whole elpis sequence. it's like watching macbeth or hamlet. you know how it's going to end, and you know you're powerless to stop it, but if they'd just made that different choice! but we had to leave eden. the warrior of light had to end up where they are to finish what elpis started. i don't do fate/destiny plots, but this? i'll take it.

i also knew what would happen going into ultima thule and still came away from it moved. it's strong writing. that's all there is to it. sure, the visuals are haunting, but the dialogue has to sell a gauntlet of difficult character moments, and it pulls it off. on the design side, there's some interesting intentional friction that forces you to linger in the zone and sit with its sense of despair. that part where you have to search the empty park for signs of life? oof

with the majority of the MSQ under my belt, i started sniffing around for what else there is to do ingame. i tried ninja. did terribly. i tried sage. did terribly too, but at least that gave me access to the healer role quests, which, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). the nier raids are gorgeous. i even did the controversial werlyt quests, and terncliff is so cute. i kind of wish we could have another story there!

what's next? i dunno! right now i'm burning through the hildibrand quests before i continue on with endwalker's patch story. the field operation stuff seems interesting to do after the MSQ, in a "hey, you saved the world, but we have more missions for you" way. i've also contracted Triple Triad Collector Disease, so that'll keep me busy for a long time.

all right. one last thing. Real Gamer Moments: i was in a mount-farming party recently, and i said that i sort of collected mounts, but only used the ishgardian chocobo. it's a roleplay thing - it's the chocobo royce took when she ran away from ishgard. one of the party members said "haurchefant would be proud of you." AUGH

#ffxiv #long post

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crownmemes · 8 months

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Spy Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences from various sources for spies and/or secretive muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I know you went to the police about me. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"Promise me you won't talk to anybody about this?"

"I know more than you might expect."

"I won't be made a scapegoat!"

"Remember - I'm watching you."

"Evidence lasts. It does not forget, it cannot lie, and it will always be found by those with the will to find it."

"I want you to stay here and lie low."

"What I am about to tell you cannot leave this room."

"How many times have I lied and covered for you?"

"I don't expect you to trust me, but at least accept that we want the same thing."

"When I shoot, I shoot to kill."

"You disobeyed a direct order. What's going on?"

"Once they hear what you did, they'll say you're a hero."

"No detail is too small."

"You know better than most that we are not put in this world to avoid danger. Not when an innocent person's life is at stake."

"You'll never crack it. We couldn't then and you won't now."

"Don't happen to know what did this, do you? I have't seen a wound like that in a long time."

"I've risked a lot telling you as much as I have!"

"Stay out of it. It's nothing to do with you."

"We're birds of a feather, you and I. Both patriots. Givers, not takers."

"You think I am mad. Maybe I am, but my enemies are very sane."

"If you refuse to tell me what you know, it shall be a very serious matter indeed."

"If you were going to do anything, you would have done it already - but you haven't, have you?"

"Is that booze in your pocket or a bloody great gun?"

"I'm not agreeing to anything unless you tell me what's going on."

"Why couldn't you trust me?"

"You may think you know all my secrets, but I also know all yours."

"There must be a meeting tonight. A meeting or nothing. I insist on Moscow rules."

"This is a public place. There won't be any tricks."

"How much do you know?"

"You keep quiet and I'll keep quiet. We don't have to cause each other any trouble, do we?"

"If we just sit tight and say nothing, this will all blow over."

"I'm not the one going round and poking my nose into places where it's liable to get cut off."

"My boss would fire me if he could see me now. He's not into human frailty."

"I hear you've been interfering with my work."

"Most people expect to be shot in the chest. A neat, round bullet that drills a tasteful hole. It's the television that does it, I suppose."

"I've had a look in your suitcase. You'll have to forgive me for that."

"What did you think you were doing? You could have got us killed!"

"Did you know him personally, or shouldn't I enquire?"

"If you continue to look into my affairs, and are extremely clever, you will find certain minor discrepancies."

"Copies of these photographs will receive generous distribution within 48 hours from now unless something is done to prevent it."

"Your instructions were clear."

"The danger is not over. It's just begun."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted;#spy;

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waywardsculs · 3 months

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This place is a ℂ𝕀ℝℂ𝕌𝕊,

you just see the surface They cover shit under the rug

You can't see they're 𝔽𝔸𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾,

they'll never be naked

Just fill your drink with tonic gin,

this is the American dream

Hey yo what's up you filthy fucking sinners welcome to my little multimuse blog for Vivziepop's HAZBIN HOTEL and HELLUVA BOSS , featuring characters like VELVETTE , LILITH and FIZZAROLLI .

That said, I go by Ritsu, She/Her or They/Them, 30, Australian and just generally tryna chill. You can find my rules below.

AFFILIATED WITH: @bittcnneck , @hellshoard , @cxncrie , @ochtendster / @dageraadster , @sinfuldxgenerates ♥

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IMPORTANT NOTE : if you ship adam with charlie, for both of us, it would be best you do not follow me if you don't intend to tag it. i'm sorry, but it makes me so vehemently uncomfortable that i just would prefer to keep my distance.

Keep the setting of the show in mind when looking to interact. Not all muses will be friendly or even remotely nice. Don't take it personally.

I'll be as canon divergent as I feel like. Let's face it, the second we take up writing a character we're making shit that ain't ever gonna be canon. Let's just have fun.

Muse ≠ Mun. Shouldn't have to say this, but I will anyway. Some muses might be assholes, but I try not to be. You're free to come talk to me any time, I'm usually just tired lmao.

I will not be following any pre-conceived relationships with OCs unless specifically discussed prior to interaction. For example, one of my OCs (Ambriel) has her main story tied to Velvette, being that she works for her, however this only applies to my Velvette. I will not push this on any others who write Velvette, and I expect the same in return.

I am very into shipping. Our muses should kiss. Bang. Fuck around. You know what it is. I'm a ship hoe and I don't care.

NSFW content may be present. I'll make sure it's tagged as #nsfw cw or #suggestive cw for easy blocking if you guys need it, but don't be surprised if it shows up from time to time. You shouldn't be, not with the nature of the show.

Mutuals only. Meaning you need to be following this blog and be followed in return from my main blog for us to count as mutuals. If you are using a hub blog, please have your blog(s) linked somewhere so I know who you are. Otherwise I block personals on sight.

Due to personal reasons, I will only ever touch on angst threads / content in general with people I feel I can trust immensely. Please do not push me for this. I may also post occasional ideas, but I will be very picky about who I explore these with.

Every ship is in its own verse and completely separate from one another. There will never be any form of infidelity occurring on this blog in any way. To expand on this, I also will not partake in any polyships or any situations where my muse has more than one romantic or sexual partner.

I never try to hide the fact that I do struggle with my mental health a lot, and I cannot stress enough that I need any and all of my partners to be understanding with it. I have been formally diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, General Anxiety Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder and Autism Spectrum Disorder. All of this is by no means an excuse in any way for anything, I simply hope this may help explain some of my behaviour at times.

I have a life away from Tumblr. I won't always be around to write replies or chat. That's how life is. I work, I have responsibilities, and those take priority.

I don't do passwords/pass phrases. If I follow you, it's safe to assume I've read your rules. I always do before following anyone.

I'm not here for drama. I know you see this everywhere, but I'll be real - I barely have the spoons to live lately. I just wanna vibe and enjoy a hobby, not take part in any bullshit. Leave me out of things unless it's absolutely imperative I know about something.

No art on this blog is mine unless I openly state otherwise. The usual. Let's leave it at that babes.

Ships I Will Not Write / Do Not Like

I will not be elaborating on why I dislike them or won't write them. These are simply things I've found I really don't like and, if possible, would prefer tagged so I can simply block them.

AdamsApple (Adam/Lucifer), Velmilla (Velvette/Carmilla), Charlastor/Radiobelle (Alastor/Charlie), Valentino/Angel Dust, Adam/Charlie, Valentino/Charlie

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mafiadad5 · 3 months

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Can I, be the one for you?

Genre- smut/ kinda plot?

Warnings/ au- Boss to lovers, business trip, unprotected sex, slight choking and degrading, “rope” play, fingering.

Boss!Ten x fem!reader

Word Count- 5k

note- repost of my older post in 2nd person pov xoxo

Please continue on…🎀

You sat at your computer, typing a lengthy email to your biggest client.

"Y/n", Xiaojun popped up at your desk, one of your best work friends. "What's up?" You said, your attention on the computer, as you typed quickly, trying to get this email out as fast as you could. "Mr. Kun would like to speak to you in Tens office!" Xiaojun said, as you stopped talking, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"What do you mean Mr. Kun want to see me, why, am I in trouble?" you got up from your desk, following behind Xiaojun "I don't know, but I'm scared for you" he said while returning to his desk, "Good luck" he said winking at you playfully before smiling.

You walked nervously to Tens office, knocking before someone let you in. As soon as you walked in you saw Mr. Kun sitting at Tens desk and Ten sitting in one of his client chairs, legs crossed as he wore a black suit, his jet black hair slicked back, his elbow on the arm rest and his hand resting on his temple.

"Hello Y/n, you mind taking a seat for me?"

Mr. Kun said, pointing to the client seat next to Tens. Mr. Kun is the biggest man in this company, boss of all the bosses, including your boss Ten, his son; we're all terrified of him. You sat down, looking at him nervously. "So…", he said looking at you both. "We have a big client coming in the country tomorrow, and I need one of my area bosses to meet up with them, which I have selected you son, this is going to be big for you." He said as he looked at Ten, his hand not leaving his temple.

"So why is she here then?"

Ten said in a annoyed tone. you scoffed as he looked at you, then rolled his eyes. "Well, I need someone experienced to go with you and help out with the clients, and who else is better fit than you, y/n?" He said as he looked at you. "It’s all up to you y/n, but the hotel and food will be free, and you can do anything you want free of charge for your free days, you'll have to stay 2 weeks and will have 2 free days out of the week, plus weekends, also there will be extra pay involved." You sat there looking shocked, Ten hitting the desk in front of you

"Are you fucking kidding me, no she can't come."

He said, clearly irritated. "Ten Lee, watch your mouth, I was talking to her, not you" Mr. Kun said, giving him a stern look before turning to you. "Would you like to go dear?" You looked at Ten, then back at Mr. Kun. "I don't know how my fiancé would feel about me going with another guy for 2 weeks?" you said looking at him,

"Gotta call daddy fiancé for approval I see."

Ten said, as he clicked his tongue. "TEN LEE, OUT NOW!" Mr. Kun shouted, as Ten sighed, rolling his eyes, getting up and leaving the room. "So… What will it be?" He said looking at you, clearly embarrassed about his son. "I’ll have to talk to my fiancé, I’ll email you later tonight sir." you said smiling, getting up from your chair, shaking his hand before leaving the room.

You went outside, there was Ten, leaning on the wall, smoking a cigarette, looking at you pass him. "About to call Daddy Fiancé to ask him for permission to work?" you stopped, "I’m actually about to go home." You said as you continued walking. "No you're not, you have a lot of work to do?"

"That will get done tomorrow."

You said, getting a little irritated, you always work your ass off and he always disregards it. "No it's getting done tonight, you'll be staying here until it's done, do you understand?" he said, as he threw the cig on the ground, putting it out. You turned around, him already looking at you, "Are you kidding me?" he smiled, "No I’m not kidding you, you're staying here with me.” He said as he walked into the building, still smiling.

You went to your car, calling your fiancé.

"Hendery, I was wondering if it was ok if I went on a 2 week business trip, I know you don't like being alone, but it pays really well, and could lead to a promotion as well."

"Yea babe that's ok, anything for money, who is it with?"

"Oh… it's with Ten, but we'll only be together for the clients, nothing else"

He got quiet for a second, "No, you can't go"

"But babe, it's only for work" you sighed

"I said no, we'll talk about this when you get home."

"Ok, but I’m working overtime, so I’ll be home around 12am, ok"

"Ok babe, I'll see you later, and if I find out you're doing anything with Ten, I’m gonna kill you."

"Ok Hendery, bye."

You made your way back inside the office, sitting at your desk, finishing your emails, and most of the work you had to do.

Everyone had already left the office by now, the time being 9pm. You were writing, focused on the paperwork as you heard someone approach you. You turned and saw Ten, his white dress shirt messily out of his black pants, hair messier than the slick back he once had, and a smirk on his face.

"What?"

You asked, glancing at him, looking back at your paper. "I've thought about it, you can go, I apologize for keeping you here longer than you were supposed to be, it was immature and petty, go home." he said looking at you. "Are you serious?" you said, setting down your pen, getting up from your chair. "Yea, I’ll walk you out." he said as you got up putting on your jacket, him staring you down, biting his lip.

You touched his chest, pushing him out of the way as he stood in the middle of the walkway, following closely behind you as you made your way to your car. "I'll see you later Ten." you said as you sat in your car, ready to leave "I hope you do." He said smiling in front of your window as you pulled off. What the fuck was that about.

You pulled into your driveway, just ready to rest. you entered your house, once you got in you instantly heard Henderys moans from upstairs "is he seriously…" you whispered while giggling, setting down your keys on the table. you were walking upstairs, a big smile on your face, that’s when you heard a woman’s voice, a woman’s moans.

Your face instantly dropped as you slowly walked upstairs, getting to your room, hesitating to open the door, scared of what you would find. you took a deep breath before opening the door, your heart dropped as you saw a women on top of Hendery as he held onto her hips. you stood there quiet, froze as they both got up, her wrapping herself in your sheets. you bit your lip and smiled.

"Baby, it's not what it looks like"

he said, coming closer to you. "DONT- Don't touch me." you said, getting out your phone, emailing Mr. Kun, telling him you would go on the business trip, getting a response almost immediately like he was waiting for you to say yes. "What are you doing?" he asked, acting like nothing at all happened. "Texting Ten" you said in a snarky tone. "Are you kidding me, I knew you were…" you stopped him, looking at your phone, booking a hotel room for the night. "Pack up all my stuff and put it in my car." you said looking at him. "Please babe, give me one more chance."

"Or do I need to call Ten to do it?"

He was always insecure about Ten, you never gave him a reason to be, at least you think you didn’t.

He started packing your clothes, begging you to give him another chance, that he would change, his mistress sitting on the bed looking at you. you took off your ring and threw it, looking at her. "Go fetch it, you know you want it." She shook her head. you pointed to the nightstand where his ring and a photo of you sat. "What kind of whore are you to sleep with him, and you knew he was getting married?" She stayed quiet, avoiding eye contact with you.

He carried the last few bags to your car, begging you to stay. you gave him a good slap before ripping the sheets off of her and gathering all of the covers. "This is mine too" you said as you left out the front door, stuffing them into the trash can as he followed you. "Please one more chance, this will never happen again I swear." He cried and pleaded in front of your car window "Wah Wah" you said before rolling up the window and driving away, going to your hotel room and calling it a night. In all honesty, you never loved him, but your family wanted you to stay with him, so you did, which was a mistake.

It was early in the morning, you checked out of your hotel, making your way to work, parking your car in the personal car garage as instructed by Mr. Kun. Shortly after, Ten got there, parking his car beside yours, him wearing an all black suit, his healthy black hair in a slight middle part. He made your outfit look like nothing, plain.

"Well good morning", he said sounding like the same old Ten, not the guy who talked to you last night. "Goodmorning" you said as the car that was driving you to the airport pulled up. "Daddy Fiancé let you out the house wearing that?" He said as he studied your outfit, a mini black dress, paired with a black blazer. you just ignored him and looked forward as the car pulled in front of y’all.

Ten looked confused, but opened the door for you, signaling for you to get in, he knows you typically have a reaction, but thought it was just early and you were tired. you numbly thanked him, getting into the car half asleep. The ride to the airport was going to be lengthy, so you just made yourself comfortable, falling asleep on the way there and on the whole entire flight.

You got to the hotel, a beautiful luxury, the inside being equipped with a beautiful restaurant and bar, a game room, and a pool on the first floor. you've never seen a hotel so beautiful. Right away, Ten went up to the reception desk, getting your room keys, the chauffeur grabbing your bags and bringing them to your rooms on the top floor, the rooms being beside each other. Ten thanked him and gave him a pretty big cash tip, looking at you before going into his room. you did the same.

Your bag was already in the corner in the room, you decided to look around the huge hotel room. The bathroom and the room connecting, the bathtub looking like a jacuzzi in itself, the kitchen having complementary red wine, with beautiful crystal wine glasses on the marbled counters. The room lit up, the beautiful city's view peeking out from the curtains as you walked over to the balcony door, making your way outside to take in the view and the fresh air, wrapped in your silky black robe; the smell of familiar cigarettes filling your nose almost immediately.

you looked to the side of you, Ten leaning on the rail of your shared balcony, looking forward to the city with not a care in the world. you took a deep breath, looking back forward, letting everything sink in. Ten knew you were there, but he didn't care, so you didn't care as well. you heard him come closer to you, saying nothing just sticking out his cigarette box, signaling for you to get one. you didn't hesitate grabbing one, turning to him so he could light it, the warm fire lighting up your faces. He looked at you, his features just as beautiful as ever, lighting the cig as you avoided eye contact, turning around after he finished.

You both sat there, leaning on the rail, admiring the night sky, the lit up city, the lit up cigs, the noise of cars driving; saying nothing at all and a million words at the same time, jazz music leaking outside, coming from his room. He put his cig out, setting it down in the gold ashtray that sat beside you, going inside, giving you one more look before shutting his door.

The first day with the client went well, you made all of your plans to meet up with the client again and start the project. You and Ten went separate ways for a while, you just stayed chilling in your hotel room, getting lunch and taking a nap. It was later in evening, about 10pm, you were sitting in your room watching tv, when you got a text on your phone from Ten

“Let's get a drink, meet you at the bar in 15 mins.”

you stared at your phone for a second, confused as to what was going on, what was going through his head. you got up and went to the bathroom, freshening yourself up before heading down to the bar, Ten sitting in his all black suit, hair in a middle part, his hair fluffy and healthy, with two shots in front of him, looking quite bored.

you entered the bar area and he spotted you immediately, sitting up fixing his posture, straightening out his suit blazer. you sat down, crossing your legs because your skirt was pulled up a little. "The Client emailed me." He said smiling slightly, passing you one of the shots. "Mm, what did they say?" he smirked

"He asked if you were single"

you looked forward, avoiding eye contact. "And what did you say?" he stayed quiet, taking a shot in response. "A lot of people like you y/n, maybe because you wear little mini skirts as professional wear." He said looking at your thighs, then looking back up at you. you took a shot, looking at him, then at the bartender signaling for more shots, staying completely silent.

"I can't believe daddy fiancé would let you even wear that in front of me, did you get it from one of the suitcases in your car by secret or…?" you looked at him with a concerned look on your face. "I don't know what you're talking about." you said as you took another shot, looking forward. "The suitcases in your car? Doesn't ring a bell?" you took another shot, getting a little frustrated. "Nope." you said looking at him. "You know it's ok Y/n, right? You can talk to me, tell me what's going on." He said as he grabbed your hand, lightly rubbing your ring finger, where your ring used to be.

"It’s really none of your business."

you said aggressively, looking forward, avoiding eye contact. "Did he do something? I told you not to trust him y/n." He said, almost in a whisper, leaning down to your ear. "You told me that out of spite, out of jealousy, because you wanted me Ten, why would I have listened to you?" you said turning and looking at him, his dark eyes shooting daggers into yours.

"Because I knew he couldn't be trusted, after-all he was my old best friend. I knew what type of person he was sweetie, you should've just listened to me. I knew he was gonna run back to that whore in the end, I knew it darling."

He rubbed his hand along your shoulder, looking at it then back into your eyes again. "I can treat you so much better Y/n." He said, his hand sliding down your arm, making his way to your thighs. "Can you?" you said, your voice soft, face getting closer to his. "Mhm" he said in a soft, almost muffled whisper.

He backed up from you, making you crave his aura close to yours again, getting out his wallet, handing the bartender a $50 bill, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your chair, leading you to the elevator.

He grew hungrier and hungrier by the second, backing you into the elevator wall as soon as you made it in there, kissing you before the elevator door closed. He gripped onto your hips, pulling your body close to his, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. He bit your bottom lip ever so slightly, his tongue entering your mouth, slowly exploring as he gripped your waist, digging his nails sharply into it, giving you butterflies. you sunk under him as the elevator took for what it seemed to be hours to get to the top floor.

The doors flung opened as a loud ding echoed through the elevator, but that didn't seem to matter to him, you stayed on the elevator, you didn't want to stop, you couldn't stop. you've craved his touch. you've craved it ever since you saw him in that office for the first time in forever, ever since you’ve been in Highschool. you wanted him so bad.

"Uhm, excuse me."

Someone cleared their throat in front of the elevator. Ten turned around, lips swollen as you both noticed the person trying to get on the elevator. "Sorry" he said, turning to you, grabbing your waist, looking you deep in your eyes and licking his lips before turning around and walking out the elevator, you following closely behind him.

He unlocked his room door, going inside, stopping you. "What are you doing Y/n." He turned around, staring at you. "Coming into your room." you said looking up at him half way in the door. "Why is that?" He said, pushing you out with his body, exiting the room, closing the door behind him. you stayed quiet looking at him, a bit confused. "Hmm?" He hummed, basically demanding an answer. you sighed turning away about to head to your room "Nevermind." you said in a disappointed tone, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him again.

"No, tell you what you want from me. tell you why you want to come into my room."

He said looking into your eyes, sending electric signals throughout your body. "I just wanted to get more wine." He looked at you, turning away, opening his door again. "You've already had enough to drink." He said before going in his room completely, leaving you in the silent hallway alone.

you was all freshened up, only in underwear and a black silky robe. you decided you wanted some fresh air before you slept so you decided to go out onto the balcony, sitting your arms on the rail, leaning over, taking in the fresh air and the beautiful view of the night city and sky.

you heard the balcony door slide open, not looking behind you because you already knew who it was. you looked down, feeling his hands glide over your back as he stood beside you. You tried to avoid eye contact, but could feel his tense stare on you as he dragged his fingers along your arm. "What are you doing Ten?" He dragged his finger up your arm, moving to your shoulder and slowly down your back. "Can I not be on our shared balcony Y/n?" He said, his tone dark and seductive. "Tell me, why did you want to come on this balcony? What did you want on this balcony." you said, your voice shaky as his fingers dragged further and further down your back. He grabbed your waist, backing you into the wall, your faces almost touching as he looked you into the eyes.

"Do you really want to know what I want on this balcony"

His hands were in your robe, holding your bare hips, his soft delicate fingers feeling your skin, making you weak as you nodded. "I just wanted to give you the wine you asked about earlier." you grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to you, your leg in between his. you could feel his black pants on your bare legs as you could also feel his boner.

"Just tell me the words y/n, tell me the words that you want my wine, and l’ll give it to you, I'll give it all to you, just tell me you want it, tell me baby."

His voice was in a desperate whisper, his hands gripping tighter on your hips.

"I want it."

He instantly pulled you into a kiss, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer till you couldn't come any closer to him anymore. He hungrily kissed you, tearing your lips apart. "You don't know how long I've wanted this." He said as he broke this kiss, gasping for air, looking you into your eyes before diving back into the kiss. He wrapped your legs around his torso, carrying you into his room, closing the door behind him, not breaking the kiss as he carried you to the kitchen, setting you down on the counter.

He opened your legs as he kissed down your jawline, making his way to your neck, sucking softly while opening the drawer. you played with his hair pulling him deeper as the sucking became more intense. He grabbed a condom out of the box in the drawer, pulling down his pants and boxers, looking you into the eyes as he ripped the condom open with his teeth, smiling while helping you off the counter, bending you over on it. He moved your underwear out of the way, sliding two fingers between your folds.

"Fuck you're so wet."

He positioned himself behind you, placing his tip at your entrance, rubbing it up and down, making you take deep breaths. "Are you sure you want to do this darling?" He said, moving your robe up, gliding his finger down your bare back, sending shivers down your spine.

"Yes, please I want this."

That was all he needed to hear before instantly entering you, grabbing your hips and sinking himself into you. you let out a gasp, closing your eyes from the pleasure. He made his way in and out of you, his fingernails sinking into your skin, giving you a sensation like you've never felt before. "You okay baby? Let me know if you want me to slow down." He said, his voice dark and soft, fucking your brain even more, making you moan out.

"No…Please give it to me."

He chuckled "Aw look at you, your pretty little whore, you didn't know you were like this y/n." he went harder, making your body jolt with every thrust, leaning down, kissing your back, making his way up to your ear, moaning softly. "Tell me how you want it baby, say the word and I’ll do it for you."

"Go faster" you managed to moan out

"ok baby I'll go faster."

Your body melted under his touch, under his sweet words, your eyes rolling back into your head as he went faster and harder, your moans spurring out loudly, your back arched under him. He went at an unimaginable pace, his moans and whimpers getting louder, sweet sounds of love and lust filling the room, echoing through the walls. "Oh shit I'm about to cum" you said, moaning loudly, feeling his hands on your body, his soft lips on your neck, him inside you, driving you over the edge.

"Go ahead baby, do it. Do it for me" his thrust got sloppier as he went even faster, hitting your g-spot making your body tense up violently. you gasped as you reached your climax, your legs weak under him, deep breathing filling the room. Your stomach felt tight as your body shivered. He turned you around, kissing you deeply, picking you up, wrapping your legs around him, carrying you to his bedroom.

"I'm not done with you yet."

He said as he laid you down, the cold sheets chilling your hot back. He placed a messy kiss on your hot lips again before placing his tip at your entrance. "Wait" you said, him stopping immediately looking at you in a worried expression.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Take it Off" you Said, looking at the condom tightly wrapped around his dick. "Darling…" he paused,

"Are you sure Y/n?" He said looking at you, rolling the condom off his dick. "Yes, I want to feel you, all of you, every inch of you. Don't go easy on me." you looked at him, sitting up in front of him as he looked down at you, shooting daggers into your eyes, looking down trying to avoid eye contact.

"Look at me."

He said, lifting your chin up. "Take off your robe." you obliged instantly, almost ripping it off of you. "Give it to me." He said in a husky voice, the twinkle that was once in his eyes disappearing into something far more lustful. you handed him your robe, the cool air in his room chilling you as it slid off your shoulders. He looked up as he grabbed the robe, removing the long piece of soft silky fabric from the belt loops, throwing the robe to the side.

"Give me your hands."

you slowly lifted up your hands as he grabbed them, placing your inner wrist together, tying them together with the belt of the robe, securing it tightly, but still making sure you were ok. He pushed you back onto the bed, your bare back making contact with the cold white sheets on his king sized bed. He lifted your right leg onto his shoulder, your left leg going around his waist.

“Tell me you don’t want this anymore.”

He said, dragging his finger down your thigh. you wanted it, you wanted everything, every single drop. “please.” you whispered out. His finger slowly dragged down your inner thigh, making his way lower and lower until he made his way to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive bud. “I can’t hear you darling.”

“Please.” you said speaking louder, your breathing getting heavier as he rubbed faster, now slipping in a finger from your dripping core.

“Please what?”

He said, making direct eye contact with you, wet sounds filling the room as he fingered you harder, adding in another finger, his thumb still massaging your clit. you moaned out loud, throwing back your head, “Please, I want to do this Ten.” Hearing you moan out his name awoke something in him. He took his fingers out of you, instantly ramming himself inside of you, making you throw your head back from the pleasure and the pain of him hitting your cervix. He grabbed your waist, pulling your body towards him every-time he thrusted in, going at an unimaginable speed.

“Fuck”

He grunted, placing his right hand around your neck, his thumb dragging up your chin, entering your mouth, pulling down your bottom lip. you melted into his touch, moaning loudly as he pounded into you. He grabbed your leg that was around his waist, placing messy kisses on it before lifting it onto his shoulder like the other leg. “You like that, hmm?” He said, his black hair messily in his face, his voice sounding breathless as wet sounds, bed creaks, and the sounds of your skins thrashing together resonated in the room. you nodded, moaning loudly, head thrown back as he hit your sweet spot harder and harder, your body jolting back with every passionate thrust.

“Words princess.”

He said in almost a growl, his thrust becoming sloppier as he went rougher, little whimpers exiting out his mouth as he threw back his head. “Yes” you managed to get out, panting and moaning loudly as he hit your g-spot. you reached out your fingers and rubbed your clit with your finger, your hands still being tied together making it difficult, but Ten instantly stopped you, throwing your hands above your head. “That’s my job.” He said as he spat on your pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb, while still thrusting in and out of you quickly. Waves of pleasure and sensation vibrated all over your body as you felt him everywhere on you.

“Do you know how beautiful you look under you.”

He said, looking you into your eyes. My body tensed up as you tightened your walls against him, reaching your high at once. “I’m cumming.” you screamed as your body jolted, your legs starting to shake uncontrollably, moans spurring out of your mouth. He moaned desperately as he started going faster, his last few thrust getting sloppier as he let out a choked moan, throwing his head back as he exited out of you, finishing on your stomach, his warm liquid oozing down your skin. Heavy breathes filled the room as he looked at you, his dark eyes twinkling again as he leaned down, giving you a deep passionate kiss.

“I’m gonna go run us a bath ok.”

He said as he untied your hand, looking at you then kissing your forehead before leaving you in the room alone.

We sat in the bathtub, the warm bath water helping you with your sore lower half. you sat in his lap as his hands massaged your shoulders.

“So what now Y/n?”

you moved his hands from your shoulders to your waist, wrapping them around you.

“I don’t know, what now Ten?”

you said, laying on his shoulder as you closed your eyes.

“I don’t know, but I know I loved being with you tonight.” He said, kissing your shoulder.

“Me too Ten.”

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galaxyseclipse · 3 months

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alright, gonna try to be slightly more organized than last time about my thoughts/theories/observations about Side Order also this might be a shorter post than last time because there isn't a whole ton of trailer, it'll mostly be about the artwork tbh

so I'm just gonna start this by saying I really dislike the "it's all New 3's dream" theory, it feels like a cop-out. I'm not saying it is 110% untrue, just that I don't like it and hope it isn't

how do I explain the transition from the train to Inkopolis Square? New 3's on the train to Inkopolis Square(which is fully unlocked after beating Side Order; the option just takes you to SO until then) and falls asleep, one matrix-y transition later and we're in Eight's pov inside of whatever simulation they got dragged into. it's purely to transition the player from New 3 to Eight, and the events are completely unrelated

or I'm utterly, wholly wrong! who knows!

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another thing I noticed on my millionth trailer rewatch was this

it's just to the right of the tower in the shot where everything materializes. it looks like a filling cabinet? it's in the last trailer we got too, I checked, but not the first teaser(granted, a lot of stuff wasn't)

I dunno, probably not anything super important, but it's not there in the Square in 2, so I thought I'd point it out

edit: look at reblogs, it's probably actually a set of lockers

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I've seen a shockingly small number of people bring up this guy

so far(maybe there's more talk of them on twitter or something idk)

they're clearly pretty prominent, they're next to Acht, Pearldrone, and Eight, so they have to be important, right?

my first guess is that they're something a la CQ Cumber or ORCA, just the one who explains the rules of each level and splats you if you fail. but it feels redundant to have both them and Acht, who already knows a good amount about this place, explaining stuff to you

I dunno I also see twist villain potential from them, just because we haven't seen them before now. like, "hahaha! It was I who fucked up this place, and now that you've helped me hack the mainframe, I can take full control!" or something idk lol

I'm not even gonna try to guess what kind of sea critter they are lmao

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now onto the real stars of the show

these fuckers

hopefully y'all already know that I am a firm believer that the one in the center is Agent 4, seeing as they're the only one of the group with ears and tentacles, and those two features bear resemblance to "canon" Agent 4. the rest don't have those, so that one is clearly important, right? am I being delusional? probably

setting that aside, what are these things in the first place? they're most likely related to the fish guys in some way, both being covered in black goo with glowing red eyes

I personally think that they're either mobile versions of the copy machine from the lobby, or some weird, goopy creation of the simulation used to replace enemy Octolings in gameplay(which is a fun twist, haven't had enemy Inklings before) otherwise I have no idea lol. they're enemy units and that's all I've got

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there's also this thing

featuring a lot of Acht's head

kinda looks like the Octowhirl to me, but like, less octoweapon-y and more coral-ish, with the same red eyes as the fish; probably a boss of some stripe, or tougher enemy

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something else that's probably inconsequential I noticed in the artwork

the different colored color chips have different text on them, probably stating what kind each one is?

notably, the blue one(the one used in the trailer) doesn't have the same text on it, that moved to the red one

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I think that's it for now; I have picked apart the artwork as much as I can/want

I'll bet if we get a direct before the 22nd, we'll get one more small trailer or maybe just a repeat of this one. though judging by the trailers Nintendo's been releasing lately, that feels oddly unlikely to me

but idk I'm just a weirdo who likes staring at fictional cephalopods

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #side order #splatoon 3 side order #octo expansion #dedf1sh #acht splatoon #agent 8 #agent 4 #side order theory #i think this might be longer than last time actually lol #i dunno i'm just rambling at this point

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vegasandhishedgehog · 4 months

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Fuck this, I wasn't tagged by anybody but since y'all are making me insane sharing your lovely faves on my dash I gotta join the fun!

10 BL People That I Want Carnally

Just so we're clear, I'm immediately not limiting myself to 10. I'm bi. You think we have limits? (Tumblr says yes, but that's why I'm on desktop for this instead of mobile)

Night from Dirty Laundry

Are we surprised? This awakened a whole thing in me. I was constantly yelling from the rooftops about my love for this man in the cheapest drag you ever saw. This is my JAM. I'm already trying to calm myself down making the first entry on this post. GOD. And his whole committed-to-the-bit romancing a mafia leader and then robbing her because he needs money, but really he's a wee romantic who just wants to write exciting stories like all of us bitches on AO3? Honey I am FREE at 5pm on Saturday. Also, shush, I know it's not a BL, I'm counting it as part of the Midnight Series as a whole :P

Yok from Not Me

PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR POLICE OFFICERS. We already have matching tattoos babe. He isn't perfect but he's a well-intentioned mama's boy and has swagger.

Maya from Laws of Attraction

Listen, I don't think much explaining is necessary here. I'm a woman but she can call me "pretty boy" any day. Is she just Silvy Pavida with a MILF wife? Yeah. That's the point. I'll join. They would let me.

Speaking of Laws of Attraction, Nawin

I deserve an insane golden retriever boyfriend. I deserve a man who can't spell his ex's name but can get a pilot's license. He deserves someone who will enable his silliness, even when there's trouble with the accountant. *kisses all over his wing tattoo*

Togawa from Old Fashion Cupcake

Mr. Hamster Cheeks my love <3 The dates would be so good. And so would the food. And the food naps afterward. I'm a good snuggler, he's tall and there's a lot to snuggle. Win-win.

Ink from Bad Buddy

I know many of us are weak for Milk Pansa, but like, there's a reason for that. She gave us the ICON for lesbian side couples. Please, girl, scare men away from me when they mistake a boner for full-fledged love. Make me feel welcome and important and pretty and like I'm the specialest girl alive. Be taller than me ;)

Wen Qing from The Untamed

She didn't die, actually, we just eloped together, haha. I just think as someone who studied medicine, she'd have a lot of good tricks up her sleeve and I don't mean acupuncture needles.

Saifah from Enchanté

Yeah. I needed to use this gif. Get that record deal my man. Live your dreams king. I also love that he's both the old man and woman here. Impeccable. We deserved more of him.

Uea from Bed Friend

Gimme this catboy realness right now. Also, I just love him so much. He owns his narrative despite all the shit he has suffered and gets everything he deserves for it. We could be besties even. We could be...no I shan't say it.

SamMon from GAP

I just want whatever is going on right here. Let me join. Simple as that.

Tops and Marwin from Ingredients

I'm this guy. Except I think they'd be sad to see the other with someone else so I gotta have them one at a time. Tops, who's a shy cutie who can make yummy foods. And Marwin, who is basically Jeff Satur just pumped with extra himboisms.

Todd from Not Me

All principles out the window. He's evil, he's sexy. I know exactly how much that specific hotel room costs to stay in for a night. It would be luxurious.

Rain from Love In The Air

I know most people would say Phayu, and for Boss, yeah I understand, I am all there. But something about the way that little guy can fuck kinda makes me dizzy, I'm owning that. He doesn't have to be smart, he's just gotta be given compliments. Plus, my bed sheets match!

VegasPete from KinnPorsche

They altered me chemically once and I'd let 'em do it a second time and many more after that.

Tagging @kissporsche @thisautistic @omegaphobe @shubaka @risu442 @khathastrophe @loveable-sea-lemon @fawndlyvenus @viva-yas-vegas @first-kanaphan @wherelanguage-ends @xxatlasxx @adanima @snake-and-mouse @scarefox @scattered-stardust @callipigio @sparklyeyedhimbo @jdotsodomite @futureexmrsmalcolm @suzteel @jeffsatyr @coconuts-mafia

#I really come across like i'm really into threesomes here for being such an asexual virgin #and what of it #maybe i'll get into that #i'm capable of whatever i want #this was really fun #i hit a lot of bases i think

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NieR Reincarnation The People and the World Amber Spoiler Post & Theory Hour

Mama on Mama on Mama on Mama in this one. And I'm going to look a little bit too deep into that. Far too deep actually.

What can I say. They did a good job with the shitty gacha game. I'm so sorry, but I am once again validated in my opinion that this is the best NieR writing right behind YoRHa:Dark Apocalypse. It's just. Chef's Kiss.

And sure, I still prefer Sun/Moon over People/World as a story since that one just managed to weave the themes so well with the stories and everything whereas this one has certain moments where it doesn't really line up with stuff it has already established (some/many of the stories kind of seem to disregard parts of their hidden/ex stories which feels weird, also where are hina and yuzuki in all of this as rogue cage wanderers, i have a feeling they're not going to address them at all (which imo would be fine but kind of disappointing)), but we're finally getting the lore payoff we know to expect from Drakenier and it feels so good.

And you know, I did notice that all the seasons so far were in two distinct parts that lined up with their name - and as this was obviously the The People part I was wondering before playing this morning what the The World part would be about. But it didn't even occur to me that we could be going to the "Real World"... (Put a Pin in that)

But let's get into it.

Mama meets Accord (who I'm sure somebody has called mommy before)

I mean at this point we know she's coming - we just don't know when and how. I do wonder if these more and more overt mentions of her might be setup for the next NieR/DoD4 because I feel like Accord as a character would be prime real estate for the new big game, but of course it would also make perfect sense for her to show up here, she already has an established presence in the Cage - and I mean she could just do both!

It's interesting to note btw that the coffer that Yudil's story explicitly points out has recently appeared in the most recent Bakuken stage play (the one that's called Finale even though it's not the final one) where a portuguese merchant (The Cathedral City is on the Iberian Peninsula) called Michael (you know, like the Dragon) had it. Of course, they might also just have reused the prop since they made one for the YoRHa stage play Accord appeared in...

Mama meets Mother

She's giving Mother and she's back with a vengeance rhythm game. Amazing. Tens across the board. I love her fascinator head piece.

As the Mother Expert that I call myself I have to point out some things here:

a) What exactly is Mother Mourning? The Watchers have up until now only been described as motivated by a fervent hate of Humanity and anger - the Gods want to claw themselves free of their humanity-imposed seals and devour the world - so why is this version explicitly shown as sad? Her battle dialogue also kind of sounds... betrayed in a way? "Why Protect People? Destroy" and "Our objective. Why?" seem to hint that maybe Mama (points right at the name) was in with Mother this whole time but has now turned against her. And it makes me wonder if the Cage is a way for humanity to enslave the gods they sealed for profit...

But also, given recent Developments in SinoAlice JP's Ending Arc, there's likely something else in the Cage that the Mourning Mother could be talking to. Maybe the thing we saw in that one cutscene is actually protecting humanity?

b) With some of that already in mind I was thinking about her pose and was trying to find some connection to the dance of her Intoner version in the DoD3 Final Boss when it occured to me in a one-two punch: She's shackled. The Cage is for Her. She's what is Caged. And doesn't that sound like a seal that keeps a certain Round Egg at bay that I have an exciting theory for-

Tangent: Mama meets my Round Egg Theory

okay so strap in because it's time to bring up the thing I bring up every chance I get!

We know there's a connection between the Memory Tree and the Moon Server Data through two things:

a) In the Replicant Remaster's new Ending Kainé goes into the Memory Tree's Data to bring Nier back - which of course means that the Memory Tree contains Nier's data. This is important because

b) In YoRHa:Dark Apocalypse (My Love <3) the Red Girls have a Seed (we'll get back to that in a second) - and out of that Seed grows a Tower that contains "Ego Collectives" of People, which is basically the collection of memories that makes up one person.

Now I know that everyone just handwaved that away as a way to have cheap Replicant references as the first two bosses with the Remaster coming up but lol wouldn't that be easy, did you forget who you're dealing with? Because the exact two bosses used (Knave of Hearts and Hänsel and Gretel) means there's only one person this Ego Collective could belong to: Nier, because only he fought Hänsel and Gretel. (let's ignore that Weiss was there too bc that would be a dumb!!! this is much more fun bc of the implications!!!)

And I'm positive that this was intentional because in the remaster ending - in a scene that's eerily similar to the fight in Tower at Paradigm's Breach - Kainé only fights her memory of Gretel without Hänsel, so they knew.

Why does that matter? It doesn't really, I just wanted to bring it up as a little fun fact, but what does matter is that Y:DA establishes that whatever that Seed the Red Girls have recreated is, it also contains all the memories from the Memory Tree, because that's where those memories were recorded. And they were recreating it, which implies there was a basis to recreate. And that was always the big future overarching NieR plot thread that Y:DA left me with - sure, we know this is where it all ends, the Watchers are over now and this time forever through collaboration and power of friendship - but how did we even get here? How did the Red Girls get a Seed to recreate?

And now it fits right in with what's happening, especially now that we know what exactly the Moon Server can do:

The Moon Server/The Cage can peer into different universes - we know that since at least Hina and Yuzuki (Yuzuki knows Reinkane exists as a game but also their EX stories) - but as far as we know the Seeds only exist in Drakengard's Universe. So why do the Red Girls/The Watchers/The Mourning Mother want to get into the Moon Server/Cage so Bad? (It was even sort of highlighted in the Automata Anime where Adam transformed into a giant Reincarnation Mob - implying really hard that the Red Girls/Logic Virus is indeed behind the attacks on the Cage) Well, maybe it's because they want the Round Egg, because they have been separated ever since DoD1's Final Boss and they need it to Dark Apocalypse.

Before this chapter I thought that the entire Memory Tree might have been built from Seeds in the first place and that's why the Red Girls want into the Moon Server to get a basis to copy - I thought it would make sense that humanity somehow got that dimension-crossing technology needed for it out of a Seed - but that would require the NieR world to have Seeds to use for that and we know next to nothing about them so I just kept it in the back of my mind until something else comes along to strengthen it. I also didn't want to base too much on the cross-over one, even if I personally really don't understand why people are so hesitant to call it canon, it's definitely canon, it's one of the few things Yoko Taro is directly credited to have written the past few years and he literally always writes stuff that right away retcons things, so even if it changes details with Automata he has done the exact same thing multiple times now. ("It's not DoD3's Ending A that leads to DoD1, it's the version of Ending A in this specific novella that's basically the same except for one small thing.")

But you know what other tangentially related thing I can bring up that you won't believe I will stuff into this theory? Why yes, It's Yuki Wada's Breakout Hit Voice of Cards: Forsaken Maiden. And fair warning, this is where it gets entirely unfounded. And also spoilers for that game's ending.

I have the long and well-documented theory that the Spirits from VoC:FM might be the Watchers. In that game Maidens need to sacrifice themselves to the Gods so they 'keep humanity save' in return - but it ends with Laty (the female MC) going into an eternal slumber to sort of 'trap' the gods in her everlasting dream so humanity is save without them. And because I always found that very reminiscent of Drakengard 1's Goddesses I theorized that VoC:FM might have been the folkloric 'inception story' of that system, humanity just reiterated on the mechanics of it so it's spread over multiple people instead of one so nobody has to go to sleep forever.

So with that as an foundational thought, what if humanity did that again? What if they extended it again on more people so fewer people have the sort of responsibility Laty or Furiae had? What if they didn't only extend it to a finite number of people - what if they extended it to every human in every dimension that ever experienced any form of prolonged misery (or whatever else the requirements are to end up in the cage lol)

So what if the Cage is the Seal? What if keeping the Seeds locked up is the purpose of the Cage? What if the Cage is a Cage?

And if the Cage is just NieR's Goddess Seals then the Watchers have a really good reason to get in there: The exact same reason as in Drakengard 1.

But I'm not done. Because what if Mama didn't know that. What if Mama just knew there's a server on the moon and basically every single person ever is trapped in it, eternally doomed to relive the most horrible pain and suffering imaginable for some reason - and some figure, a mother figure if you will, told her she could fix their suffering. That she could change the system for the better by giving them hope and respite by giving them an afterlife. But that was a lie. The figure just wanted her to weaken the system built on sin and suffering so she could break through it and reach the Seeds.

What if Mama (points at the name) realised she was tricked by Mother and is now trying to fix her mistakes? And that's why Mother is Mourning, because she betrayed her?

Don't think so. Mama didn't seem all that "remorseful". But maybe something along those lines though.

Depending on SinoAlice JP's ending whatever other being the Library turns out to be might also be involved - maybe the Library is a god that turned away from the Watchers to help humanity and the Cage is instead a way to protect the being that is the Library which in turn protects humanity... That would be a full circle moment to VoC:FM too...

Either way I'm so stoked to find out what's really happening!!!

Mama meets Mama in the Real World

Already talked alot about Mama, but let's just all applaud ourselves for reading the room! We did it! We knew!

Just as theorized she was 10H all along! Probably should go reread her story to see if it still lines up with what I theorized above... And she's pretty. And has almost the same haircut as Hina and Marie. Hmm. Maybe they should have chosen one of the other Marie designs.

(Small correction: I read that last scene wrong, seems like Mama isn't 10H but Pod 006 - but since the character we're getting is 10H I'll still say we were right :3 ...and yeah, we do control the pod in that scene, makes sense, don't know why I went straight to Mama has to be 10H)

What I'm actually more interested in though is where we're going with this. Like what can she even do in the "Real World", doesn't 10H die constantly in her story for disobedience? So she can't be allowed to do all of this, right? I do think a "We rebuild the Cage on Hopes and Dreams" is in order, but the way to get there... ah! Look, it's the Pin I made you keep in mind!

What if they don't go to that Real World. What if they go to our Real World? Hina & Yuzuki - who came from our or at least another Real World - are notably absent from this arc. And that could just be because the true ending being optional makes things harder for the devs to write around and they want the spotlight off of them bc they were the main characters, but still: I would love a chapter or even just a scene of their perspective of what happens to the Cage. I mean what happens to them now that the Cage falls apart? Could Dark Mama and Papa save them just like Mama did with the others? Do we maybe even meet Dark Mama's and Papa's real forms?

But there's another character that immediately comes to my mind when we talk about "the Real World". And it's because of a throwaway line that I never see anybody bring up... mainly because nobody likes Y:DA.

In her final letter to Konogg, Anogg explains that at some point she visited another world (likely when she fell into the Pseudo-Seed) and in doing so she learned that both her and the world are constructs - which implies she knows that a Real World exists from which this world was created. And sure, that could have been a meta-joke about haha video game. But her constructed self also displays several similarities to moments in Noelle's Chapter - which came out vaguely around the same time - and now all of this lines up with what's happening in the Cage. So yeah. What if the ending scene is her emerging from the Cage to save Konogg just like these characters have done this entire arc? All I have to say is #AnoggForReincarnation. She would be perfect. Do it.

#nier reincarnation #nier #drakengard #drakenier #yoko taro

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thewritingofspencerrose · 10 months

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Freefall Masterlist

The Contract

"You... you want me to what?" I ask lowly, looking up at the group across from me from under my lashes.

It really wasn't fair that they all get to have each other, and I'm on the other side of the table, on my own.

I should have had my father's public relations specialist come with me.

"We would like you to, as a part of your job here with Scuderia Ferrari, pretend to date Mr.Leclerc for a six month period, with a one month soft launch period and a five month relationship, which would then end on 'mutual terms'. During the time, you will be compensated while completing your classes, with the promise of a position on our engineering team," Frederic Vasseur is the one to explain, his position as team principle known to the entire room, including his driver, who sits to his left, reading over the paper that outlines this whole mess.

"I- I don't understand why- how this would be beneficial to you all? I'm just a university student."

He laughs. Frederic Vasseur laughs at me. "Ms.Earnhardt, you're not just anything. Your father is and your grandfather was motorsport legend. You're a well known name," He explains.

"Exactly, my father and grandfather, no one gives a damn who I am unless I'm with them," I try to explain.

"We don't need you to be the next Kardashian," Vasseur assures, "You would be most to fix Charles' reputation with female fans and overall."

"Have you seen social media?" I can't help but question, turning to Charles for the first time. "You are basically every woman's one true love right now."

"But he still needs a boost in the reputation department," Ferrari's PR strategist reminds. "And being seen as a good man? Good boyfriend? The perfect move. So, what do you say?"

How can Charles be ok with this? He and his most recent woman of the hour just broke up last month, and I also look nothing like the others.

"It's up to Charles," Is the response I give, making Vasseur and Charles look up to me in surprise. "If you want to spend the entire season being fake together, if you think it'll help, then I'm in. Anything for the scuderia."

"That's what we love to hear," Vasseur practically cheers, wrapping an arm around Charles' shoulders. "So, you in Charles?"

And he pauses, looks down at the papers in front of him and back to me, looking me over, and then back to his boss. "Of course."

"Great! We would like this to start immediately, so if you could both fill out these surveys about yoursel-"

"Absolutely not, Pri," I interupt Prianka, the PR woman's eyes growing triple in size. "If we're doing this, we're sitting down for coffee and getting to know each other. No 'favorite color is' and 'favorite animal is'."

"I love the idea!" She nearly hollers. "This morning, directly after this meeting, you two can go out to coffee in the city. Lynleigh, I assume, being from the area, you know a spot?"

"I'm from Nashville. That's in Tennessee, not Florida, Prianka," I find myself having to correct, reminding myself that she's from London and has no reason to know. "But I can text Logan and see? Or go find him in the paddock, I'm sure as a local he has some idea," I offer, her nodding brightly.

"Perfect!"

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lynleigh03 me: how do you like your coffee? him: with you

victoria.ham baby, call and tell mama who that handsome hand belongs to

will_hamlin mom don't support this

alexander_hamlin ma, get off of instagram

marcus.hamlin if you don't want to call mom, call me instead lynnleigh. i know where to find you

dalejr i actually agree with your mother here lynn

f1fan ...what is charles doing here???

lesainzlver babe, she is the next up and coming engineering candidate, every f1 team has been trying to lock her in for months and she doesn't even graduate till June!

f1fan damn, girl's impressive

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charles_leclerc a perfect way to bring in the first race of the reason with my favorite person

carlossainz55 that's not my hand... am i not your favorite person

f1fannn OH MY GOD IT'S A WOMAN'S HAND

ferraritime who who who is it?? we need to knowwwww

fav.earnhardt wait a minute...

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #fake dating #he fell first #f1 social media au #charles leclerc #f1 #f1 fanfic

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ryverbind · 4 months

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Faceless Fixation: Brownie Boy [18]

I've never really been much of a skeptic. If it has a name and a meaning, I think there's always a possibility for it to be real.

Take dreams, for example. In my mind, they always have some kind of connection to the waking world and to the psyche. Your mind knows your greatest fears and your crutches— if you lose teeth in a dream, you feel like you have a loss of control. If you search up something on Google for an answer while in a dream, you lack at decision-making.

There's meaning in everything we do. And our minds, while belonging to us, have an entire personality of their own. Once our conscious shuts off, our brain makes its own decisions. We are but a shell for our mind to manipulate. And this is why we see what we fear most in our dreams— what we love most, what we value most, what we appreciate. Our dreams are what we want and despise most on this earth.

So tell me why the fuck Sal has been in my dreams for the past week.

It's despicable. It aggravates me to no end. Every dream is some rendition of his sky blue eyes glaring into mine. Discreet touches-- his fingers brushing the back of my thighs, his hair on my neck, his leg pressed against mine.

"Y/n, there's three customers up front waiting for a table."

Michael's voice beside me is suddenly followed by his hand clapping onto my shoulder. I flinch in surprise, turning away from the chef with my hands full and my anxiety maxed out.

"I'm not hosting right now," I say frantically, glancing between my fellow coworker and the chef. A lot of the work that I don't normally get has been dropped on me the past few days and I really haven't been appreciative of it. I say that sarcastically, of course. And I don't blame Michael-- he isn't at fault, he's just delivering orders to me that are coming from the boss.

But as of current, I'm sweating from rushing around for lunch, and that's also mixed in with how nervous I am. I can't even take a single breath without someone telling me I have something else to do.

And the reasoning behind this? According to my boss it's, "because you were out so long, you have to make up for the work you missed out on."

An empty wallet has never looked so appetizing before.

"Here's a proposition," Mike says, leaning against the counter beside me. The chef is done with our shit. Usually if we talk to him, he stays silent anyway. "You grab those fellas up front to make our boss happy and I'll take a few of your tables. Sound good?"

I look up at Michael with the best puppy dog eyes I can possible muster up. "Please," I whisper, cracking my knuckles and bunching up the fabric of my apron in my hands.

Michael grins and pushes off the counter, stretching his arms. "Sure thing. You might want to get up there before Mr. Krabs comes stomping out of his glory hole, though."

That makes me perk up a bit. A hand slaps over my mouth to contain my internal giggles just as Mike shoots me a wink and walks off to one of my tables, likely to inform them that he'll be their server.

It's bad and I'd certainly rather be anywhere but here, but I can make do for now, especially if it means repaying Michael for all his help. So I ignore the anxiety (said anxiety is so anxious that we're both trembling) and I walk over to the front of the restaurant to sit some hungry customers.

Thankfully, most of the rest of my short-ish shift slowed down a bit after lunchtime. Upon finally reaching my apartment at about two in the afternoon, I quite literally launched myself into bed and... consequently, I wished I was working again.

For the past two hours, I've sat here staring at my ceiling and reminiscing on my recent past. Thinking about the opportunities I took and missed. Remembering all the fun I had, just wishing I was back with my friends in Las Vegas. It's been a little over a week and June is finally here, but it still feels like I was sleeping in with my best friend just last night.

Thinking about what I've lost and gained within the past month or so is both depressing and incriminating. The sheer amount of down-bad that overran my body is impressive, but wasn't worth it. Never was worth it.

I've slain myself with the sword I wielded. And it was only a matter of time— I knew the consequences, yet I still went along with it. It's not that I'm sad or whatever, I'm merely disappointed in myself for getting involved with someone so heartless and vile.

I feel like I've betrayed myself. I was nothing but a speck and I knew that, but I still allowed myself to be used. That's what everyone would say, and it's what I'm starting to feel. Is that all I am? Is this all I ever will be to someone? Just a body with no mind. Something to be used and defiled over and over again.

By far, the worst pile drive of grief came from having to see photo after photo of Sal and I together on every social media site in existence. It was painful in an unfamiliar way-- a way that I don't quite understand. It was all photos of photos, photos I didn't even realize existed, or the two of us with fans. I clearly remember liking the pictures that Lexi and Kennedy posted. Oh, and apparently the handsome emo knight's name is Timothy. But even the nice memories of my time in Las Vegas doesn't feel as comforting as it once did.

Everything I experienced with my friends is slowly being altered every second that I'm alive. The way I lived in Vegas will never be exactly the same as I remember it now. Being aware of psychological changes is damning. It's depressing. I will never experience anything, or those memories, the same way I did at the time I was really there.

Fuck you, Freud.

My ceiling spins above me, a kaleidoscope of misery and darkness that I haven't suffered through since before being diagnosed with depression. I'm not even quite sure what it is that I'm so down about-- missing Las Vegas, feeling far from my friends, or Sal's asshole persona. It's something, but I feel sick being so torn up over something that's perceived as trivial by everyone else.

Why do I have to care so much? No one else is like this. So why me?

I pinch my lips together, finishing my recount of the tiles on my ceiling. There are 133 whole tiles. 24 half tiles. Add them together and there are 157 total, but it feels weird to bunch those two shapes together when they're clearly different.

I feel like I'm going insane.

Before I can think harder about how frustrated I am with myself, I force myself to sit up then sling myself out of bed. My heels smack into the floor beneath me, cushioned by grey carpet. It's saved my soles, but it can't buffer the deep grief in my heart. A grief that has no explanation or source.

This afternoon will be the first time I play online with The Faces since before Vegas. The first time I see my friends in a week. The first time I face Sal since briefly making eye contact with him the morning I left Nevada (he didn't even bother to come to the airport with the rest of us). And most importantly, the very first time I show my face while streaming-- and of course, when I say my face, I mean my mask. But I haven't shown myself at all. Anything that anyone has ever seen of me has been from pictures shared on social media.

For once, I'm not terrified by the prospect. I'm more worried about having to face Sally Face and more than eager to talk with Ash again. I really, really miss her.

I'm bundled up in my trusty Twenty One Pilots sweatpants (that are still falling apart), Ash's merch hoodie, and slip on the brand new pair of Kuromi slippers that my dad had waiting for me when I got home. If I'm going to endure the hell-spawn that is Sal Fisher, I might as well be comfortable.

A sigh slips past my lips as I drag my feet over to my PC and turn it on, slumping into my chair. I grab my mask that's been sitting on my desk, untouched for days, and fix it onto my face.

My computer whirrs to life as I stare blankly ahead, slipping into a hypnotic state. Dissociating. Wishing this life was anyone else's but mine.

I blink past my own distracting mental state after mere seconds of waiting for things to get moving. I log onto Discord, clicking into The Faces' server and catching up on all the messages I missed.

The first thing I notice is that Ash, the owner of the server, has apparently discovered that she can change everyone's names. Which, honestly, is news to me. It's apparently causing an uproar in-chat.

Two Face: haha. funny ash. hilarious. very original.

Subtract Thine Father: wut did u expect from Ash??? unicorn cum nd fairy shit???? Subtract Thine Father: omfg mine is rad

He Who Pegs: Much like the joke you made in Vegas, right, Sal? He Who Pegs: My username is correct. I am a pegger.

I'm scared to find out what my new name is. These are personal attacks on absolutely every single member of this chat.

With quaking hands, I type out a quick message and hesitate before pressing send. I'm terrified of what Ash has managed to come up with. But it's whatever, surely it couldn't get worse than Two Face, right?

Closet Dweller: these are horrendously accurate names... i'm a little scared...

My stomach flies out of my ass when I see my name. Good God, I'm not sure how Ash managed to come up with that one but... it's not too far off the marker. I'll give her props.

Closet Dweller: dear god.

Subtract Thine Father: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO VI

He Who Pegs: Do I smell a fellow homosexual?

Closet Dweller: i will neither confirm nor deny. maybe i'm just locked in my mother's closet or something, ever think of that?

He Who Pegs: Like an Oedipus Complex?

Closet Dweller: NO TODD!!! NO!!!!!!!

It's impressive how simple socialization has managed to cheer me up a bit. I know Todd is really into psychology like I am, so I'm not surprised that he threw something like that in, but I am shocked that he hit me with a joke that heavy.

He Who Pegs: Laughing my ass off.

Subtract Thine Father: srsly todd, just abbreviate it i'm guna die of erection Subtract Thine Father: embarasment**

He Who Pegs: That was an epic fail and epic foreshadowing. Bravo, Larry. Quite the Freudian slip.

I shake my head at my two friends, tears brimming my eyes as I try to contain the fit of laughter that so desperately wants to be released.

Closet Dweller: what's ash's name?

Kween Pussy Popper: Hi :3

I have to shut my eyes and look away from the screen. Her name is funny enough, but her little emote and the casual entrance just makes this entire thing ten times funnier.

My hand slaps over my mouth and I shake my head, tapping my fingers against my desk. I'm so going to get in trouble with these people.

I'm going to cough up a lung or something later, but it'll be worth it, so I look up at my computer again.

Subtract Thine Father: waddup pussy kween Subtract Thine Father: can u share sum bc i am lacking. Subtract Thine Father: u kno how the grinch's heart grows 4 xmas? well my dick shrinks the longer i go wo a snazzy lady Subtract Thine Father: save a horse ride a cowboy, as they say Subtract Thine Father: i am the cowboy. where r my bitches??????? lonesome. desperate. choking. dying.

The chat goes quiet momentarily so I smile and scoot away from my desk. The objective was to roll across the floor-- no, glide-- and look like some kind of fairy in slo-mo, but I forgot that I have carpeted flooring. So my chair rolls for not even a second before coming to an abrupt stop. Pathetic and not so glorious.

My smile slips off my face as I push myself off the chair and walk across the rest of my room to my bedroom door. Lame.

Getting to talk with everyone has really upped my spirits in a way I didn't expect. It's really odd how the little things just so happen to matter so much when even big things don't seem to matter as much anymore. Even I don't feel like I matter much anymore, but Larry, Ash, and Todd somehow manage to remind me that they care in their own little ways. Whether it's through goofy conversations that don't even include me or silly nicknames, they're the sole reason for my overflowing dopamine.

My feet pad through the hallway and into the kitchen where I get my hands on the #1 best struggle meal that America has to offer.

Microwaveable ramen. Beef, specifically.

The funniest thing about microwaveable ramen is that hardly anyone makes it the right way. And if you do make it the right way, great job! You have an extra brain cell. The rest of us heathens, on the other hand, put the little styrofoam cup in the radiation incubation tank anyway and call it a day. Warnings be damned.

So I walk back to my room with my little cup of ramen, styrofoam nice and warm, fresh out the microwave for all my haters, and I plop back into my desk chair with chopsticks at the ready.

But my eyebrows furrow when I place my headset back on and catch up on the Discord conversation I'd walked away from.

Kween Pussy Popper: Can we get on a call now? I miss Vi and starting early is my excuse to talk to her now :( Kween Pussy Popper: OMGGG!!! It's also a really big day bc Vi is going to be on camera for once!!! eeeee >.<

Subtract Thine Father: ya getin on now >:)

I scroll down on all our channels to find all four members of The Faces in Ash's VC. I'm late to the party. Now, the issue with this is... I'm stuck. My cursor hovers over the voice channel, but I just can't find it in myself to actually click on the thing. My finger lightly sits on top of the mouse, ready to press down but I can't. My heart physically jumps into my throat, choking me with emotion and grief and unadulterated fear that has absolutely no fucking business hanging around in my body like this.

Truth be told, I knew I'd get tired of my fear sooner or later. I'd get so tired that I'd just grab my issue by the balls and disrespect it doggy style. And I'm close-- so close to finally following through with this aggressive exhaustion. But I need one more excuse to tip me over the metaphorical edge.

My chopsticks dip into my steaming ramen and pick up brothy goodness in noodle form. I slurp up the last bit of dignity I need to be restored and finally click on the option that launches me into the chat before I can stop myself again.

Only, when I do this, I'm staring at all four other members of our server... but also myself. Noodles hanging out of my mouth, broth drip-dropping onto my desk because I'm a messy eater. Dignity not restored, but even more lost in exchange.

I love life so much. Note the sarcasm.

Larry grins while everyone else kind of watches me, stuck like a deer in headlights and unable to just eat my food like a normal human being. "Gobble, gobble, Closet Dweller," are Larry's first four physically spoken words to me since I hugged him goodbye in the Las Vegas airport about a week ago.

A small smile tugs at my own lips as I quickly suck the rest of my way too big bite of noodles into my mouth and, well, gobble as Larry suggested.

"Closet Dweller was targeted. I'm only a little offended, but I think that name would be better suited for Todd, right?" I ask, eyes glancing between Ash, Larry, and Todd on the screen while purposefully avoiding a no doubt brooding Sal. I refuse to look at him.

Ash's nose scrunches up in disagreement, her melodic voice flowing through my headphones to follow the action. "Todd is out of the closet. You, on the other hand, are still playing hide and seek behind your mom's pajamas like you're looking for a passage to Narnia. Plus, Todd is a renowned pegger."

Todd nods, pinching his lips together. I wait for him to laugh and say 'Jay kay' or something, you know, odd like he is, but he doesn't. And even freakier is that no one seems alarmed.

"He also has a shirt that says 'I got pegged at Cracker Barrel' so no one is more worthy of that nickname than him. King Arthur ain't got shit on my guy," Ash chirps proudly, tilting her chin up with a little smirk on her lips. Her cat ear headphones glow a bright green, reflecting the joy and pride she feels regarding the nickname she came up with.

My eyebrows pinch together beneath my mask and my attention turns to Todd. "You have a shirt that says 'I got pegged at Cracker Barrel?'"

Todd gives me the sweetest little upside down smile and quickly rises from his seat, showing off the back wall of his room that is... plain as fuck, to be quite honest. But that's okay because Todd is organized, so it's only fair that his walls are organized as well.

Todd reappears just two seconds later, holding up a long-sleeved, mustard yellow shirt that says exactly what he and Ash claimed it would.

I break into a face-splitting grin. "That's sick," I voice, moving closer to my computer to get a better look at the shirt. I didn't lie either. I'd assassinate some really important government leaders to get my hands on that.

"See! You're such a closet hermit!" Ash exclaims, pointing a finger at me with wide eyes and an open-mouthed smile.

"Since when?" I counter, crossing my arms over my chest good-naturedly. This is all in fun, Ash knows damn well I wouldn't have kissed her or even entertained the idea if I wasn't a little fruity. "Sal should get the nickname, he was the one trying to bed Hot Excalibur Emo Knight."

Yea, the acknowledgement and statement left my lips before I could remember that I was inadvertently giving Sally Face the silent treatment. Hades' personal hellhound is a taboo here. That man is a curse word in this house. I set myself up and now I have to put a quarter into my mental swear jar.

I note how Sal shifts in his seat out of the corner of my eye. Not that I care. In fact, I saw nothing.

"You're missing the point, Vi!" Ash shakes her head, faux disappointment marring her meticulously designed facial features. "Sal is out of the closet. He's as much of a cooked noodle as he is a raw one." Her distinction between gay and straight is fascinating. "You, on the other hand, are a recluse and hiding betwixt MawMaw bras and old, dusty infinity scarves from your mother's regretted youth. You want a different name, then come out of your hidey-hole already."

My jaw drops and I stare at my friend who looks quite proud of her outlandish accusations, even if they aren't so outlandish.

Larry is red-faced and Todd couldn't care less; he's too busy folding up his Cracker Barrel shirt.

"How come I'm a target today?" I snicker, leaning my head on my fist as I look back at my best friend.

"Because I'm feeling extra aggressive and a little frisky. In other words, the fruit is ripe. Flirt with me and I'll be in your bed within two to five business minutes," Ash winks at me, tongue swiping along her bottom lip.

I frown. "Well that sucks. I don't have any good pick-up lines. I only have really shitty psychology jokes. I guess I'll be sleeping alone tonight." I sigh and take another bite of ramen, dramatically looking off into the distance-- which is just the wall behind my computer. Blank space, baby.

"There's so much sexual tension packed into you two that I'm starting to suffocate," Larry pipes up, voice soft and astonished. "I'm drowning and I love it." He has stars in his wide, hickory-colored eyes.

I can't stop smiling. This expression is permanently etched onto my face, a tattoo. "We're just picking, Lar. Don't get your hopes up."

"Picking?" Ash gasps, feigning shock. She leans back with a hand to her chest. "All this time, your affection was a lie?"

"Alas, it was never real," I reply, dipping my head down to hide the my happy smile again. I have to play my part, but I can't do that with my face set like this.

Larry cackles in response. "The one woman you can't get, Ash!" He exclaims, wild giggles filtering through the call. I look up again, watching the way Ash's eyes narrow.

"I never thought this would happen to me. Not my Vivi..." She trails off, shutting her eyes to express her sadness.

"The fuck did you expect?" Larry prods, scooting close to his camera so that all we see is the bridge of his nose, dark eyes, and his thick brows-- one is arched in question. "Unicorn guts and fairy shit?" He quotes himself beautifully, reusing his remark from in-chat. "Fellatio and scissoring? This isn't Disney, Ash. If anything, we're wrapped up in a Grimm Brothers' fairytale."

I have to put my fist over my mouth to hide my reaction because that's the most accurate thing that Larry has said all day. And he even brought out big boy words like fellatio. Has he been studying?

Sal lets a boyish chuckle slip and my gaze cuts to him despite my better judgement. He's bent down, instinctually covering the mouth of his prosthetic, seemingly forgetting that we can't actually see his facial expression. It's such a normal action, one that I'm not used to when it comes to him. It's a moment where I can't look away. A rare moment where I get that weird feeling for him again-- one that I've only experienced maybe three times since meeting him. It's that domestic and naive feeling, where he's a normal person that I yearn for a bit. He's not an asshole, he's not hidden behind a prosthetic. He's just a guy that I know. A guy that I'd like to touch and see and feel on a deeper level.

I blink when he tilts his head back, revealing his pretty dagger tattoo and a veiny hand that runs through his hair. He pushes his fringe back, making little blue strands stick up in different directions.

I can't help but straighten my sitting position. Slouching gone, body attentive. I don't know if I'm nervous, wary, excited, or stuck in some admiring state. But it's weird. And I do not want to be feeling it. I never asked for this.

And yea, he still looks the same. Painfully the same. Like a beacon in the dead of night. Tales of his past on his skin, his hair like streaks of bright cerulean paint on a canvas. The worst aspect of him is his eyes. They haunt me.

He looks up at the camera again, having finally collected himself a few moments ago, showing off the feature of his that I loathe so much.

All the colors of an Aurora Borealis dance in his irises; the natural blue hue darkened into a teal from the lack of lighting. Little flashes of green and pale purple reflect onto his eyes from his computer screen, creating a kaleidoscope clash of colors that cover his entire prosthetic face. So many shades of life that mix to mimic something I've always wanted to witness for myself. I just didn't expect to see it in the eyes of who I both despise and desire most in this miserable life of mine.

What the hell is wrong with me? How dare I fall into this kind of depression over Sal Fisher? No one has ever betrayed me as many times as I've betrayed myself at this point.

Ash's voice steals me from my mind's ruthless vices. "That's a pretty morbid scarf, Vi."

My gaze flicks to her and I scrunch my eyebrows again. "Scarf?" I ask. I'm not wearing a scarf. It's summer. In Los Angeles. "What scarf?" She's probably going to make some kind of joke that she's been holding out on for a while.

Ash scoots closer to her computer, eyes filled with confusion. They squint and she says, "Yea... scarf. It looks like a hand. Is it a hand?"

"Ash, what the fuck are you talking about? It's summer. Why would I wear a scarf?" I give her a bewildered look that's buffered by my mask, but the conversation attracts everyone else's attention too. Larry and Todd both move closer to their computers and, shockingly, Sal even tilts his head, eyes glued to the screen.

I look down, but I can't see anything near me or on me. Is this some elaborately planned joke or something?

"Uh," Todd says, voice a mix of confused and concerned, which sets off alarm bells in my head. "Yea. There's a hand. That's a hand."

I plan on answering, but then Ash screams and then something cold wraps around my throat and I scream in turn.

My reaction is instant-- I shove myself away from my desk, headset ripped off my head and the hand forced off of my neck. I hear a resounding 'oof' as I knock into something, or more like someone.

My room is dark, pitch black, so I leap off of my chair and into the darkness. My heart is racing a mile a minute, my hands shake with fear and adrenaline, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. Who the fuck is in my room. What the fuck is going on?

I see the silhouette of a tall figure through the low light of my computer. It's bent a bit, pale arm wrapped around their stomach.

I back up toward my wall, listening to the quiet, panicked voices of my friends yelling for me to answer them from my headset. And then my phone rings in my pocket-- for fuck's sake-- so I have no choice but to rush to the knife hanging on the wall right beside my door (I'm paranoid and clearly for good reason) and flick on my bedroom light, ready to launch and attack whoever's dumb enough to be here.

I hold my breath, wide-eyed with a war drum hammering away at my chest as light floods my room. I'm going to either get charged with homicide or be the homicidee. Is that even a word?-- actually, I don't care. It's a word now.

But as soon as I see the supposed figure squinting in the sudden brightness, I'm so relieved that I nearly fall to my knees, whimpering despite how embarrassing that might seem to someone else.

The Faces start yelling again.

"Did I scare you?" His hypnotizing, baritone voice fills me with an eerie calm that melts away the string of adrenaline keeping me afloat as of present.

"And my friends who think I'm about to be murdered? Of fucking course, you thundercunt," I hiss, stomping over to what I previously thought was going to be my demise.

"That's for never bringing back my screwdriver."

I roll my eyes, groaning in a mix of anger and exasperation once I stand in front of my neighbor and long-time friend. Nate looks down at me with a handsome little smirk on his full lips and forever messy black waves hanging over his forehead. "Fuck you," I grunt, taking a step past him to kick in the back of his knees. Said knees buckle and he yelps, quickly catching himself with a hand on my shoulder as a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest.

I grab my headset off the ground and lean down so my friends can see me. I watch relief flood their faces instantly, with the exception of Sal, of course. I grab my mic without putting the headset on and say "I'll be right back."

Setting them back down, I turn away from The Faces and look to Nate again, arms crossed over my chest. I pull my mask off just so he can see how astronomically pissed I am.

The asshole only laughs harder. The charm in that singular sound alone makes me want to punch him in the face.

Nathaniel Emilio Luis Espinosa has been a daredevil since I met him, always raging over danger and reaching for that incomparable fear factor. He has lots of personality, and a lot of that personality has been met with a chancla to the face, courtesy of his overprotective mamá that won't take his bullshit even after she's in the grave.

And that's why Mrs. Lucía and I are besties at heart. And in sandals.

But to go with Nate's desperate yearning for bad things is social anxiety. He hardly ever leaves his apartment and he'll claw at his walls to stay inside. I think that's why he's more than happy to make brownies for me and get absolutely decimated in Mario Kart whenever he comes to visit-- he isn't really leaving the apartment building, but he isn't alone either.

He's also quite a looker. I have no doubt that if Sal ever met him, he'd be drooling all over the guy. Nate has sharp facial features that are just... perfect in almost every way. Little beauty marks on different sections of his face, angular nose, a jawline that could cut air. Everything is only accentuated by his shoulder length, wavy, midnight black hair that he hates so much (all he ever talks about is how aggravating the upkeep is) and his equally as dark eyes that still entrance me to this day. Plus, he's tall. 6'4 last I checked and built like Stonehenge-- gorgeous and unbreakable.

Basically, he has no problem getting pussy. I'm never concerned about his sex life. His love life, on the other hand...

"You're in deep shit," I huff out, looking away from my friend who grins proudly. I move over to my bed-side table and dig in the one drawer it has, pulling out his beloved screwdriver. I turn back to him and hold it up for him to see, waving it dramatically before walking back over to him.

I grab his hand and slap it into his palm. "You're lucky I don't scrape off your kneecaps for that. I ought to call your mom and tell her what you've done. I could have had a stroke!"

Nate's eyebrows pinch together as if to sarcastically say 'sure bitch' but then he seems to process what I said. He suddenly hisses and his sable eyes go wide. "Please, I'm actually really sorry. Don't call my mom."

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't," I counter with, stepping up so we're nearly chest-to-chest.

"Because you love me," Nate bats his eyelashes at me, but that ship sailed years ago. He can't get me with that look anymore. He licks his lips, pink tongue darting out quickly. "And because I'll make brownies for you every week for the next month?" he tacks on.

I purse my lips. "Let me continue to borrow your screwdriver and it's a done deal."

Nate looks like a kicked puppy over our game of deal-or-no-deal. But he accepts anyway, sniffling over his loss.

"How did you even get into my apartment?" I ask with a scoff, putting my mask back on and plopping into my desk chair. I face my friends who watch me in confusion, terror, and intrigue.

"With the key you gave me. Duh," Nate says matter-of-factly, walking up behind me. I need to go get checked out or something because how could I forget that I gave Nate a key? "What's with the mask?" he asks.

I suck in a breath. "That's a really long story for another time," I tell him, grabbing hold of my headset and situating it back on.

Nate leans over me, settling his chin on my shoulder from behind as his hands grip the armrests on my chair. I watch him through my camera as he gazes at my screen, meeting the eyes of The Faces.

Tongue in cheek, I address my friends again. "Sorry, I'm not a victim of murder," I say quickly. "this is my neighbor, Nate."

Larry blinks, "Oh. He's brownie boy?" I snort. "He's kinda..." A sexy grin forms on his face and I roll my eyes.

"Yea, he'd love to hear that," I say pointedly, glancing at Nate who's still hanging around.

"Wait," Nate murmurs, lifting his head and moving closer to the screen. "Why are you talking? You're just watching a video, right?"

"You're late to the party," I tell him, unable to stop myself from giggling a bit. "This is a discord call. With The Faces. I know you've heard of them, I talk about Ash all the time."

"Of course I've heard of them. I just... didn't think you meant this Ash," he says bashfully, shaking his head a bit so his hair falls into his eyes. It's a little anxiety thing of his, makes his hair fall into his face in an attempt to hide however much he can.

I put my hand over his that's still holding onto my armrest in hopes of both calming and reassuring him. He gets so nervous...

He lets out a little sigh behind me before setting his chin on my shoulder again. He doesn't say another word. That skill is lost on him at the moment, which is a frequent thing for him in social and social-ish settings.

I look back to my other friends and give them a little smile, but they're still staring. They look so confused that they don't know how to act, which, okay. Fair.

And all is quiet up until Sal talks for the first time since the call started.

"You moved on from the hot knight pretty quickly."

It's said in a very... suggesting way. It makes my eye twitch in response. It's so aggravating that he still manages to piss me off by simply breathing. I swear if his mic was too close to his face right now and I heard him take a breath, I'd have to fly to Nockfell just to slap him.

"Hot knight is still on my list," I say tastelessly. "But I didn't see him interested in you so I don't understand why he's a topic."

I watch Sal's eyes narrow in agitation and I match his emotions and expression. He thinks he's so important. What was the point of bringing up Timothy the knight? He's been quiet this entire call. Why couldn't he have just stayed that way?

"I can talk about whatever I want. You just piss me off. Your boyfriend tried to kill you and he's getting in on our call. I have an issue with his presence. Yours too, honestly," Sal says, voice monotonous and bored, like it's a waste of his time to have to explain himself.

"He's not my boyfriend, jackass," I say in a grating voice. I'm at that tired point again. Just fucking tired of him... and not at the same time. Part of me is yearning for the aggression. The vexation. The resentment we share for each other and all the delicious arguments and loathing it brings. I miss it-- everything before we embarked on our short-lived shit-uationship. "And I have an issue with your presence too. You piss me off. I see why Ash nicknamed you two-face-- you're so nice to everyone, but you're a wolf in sheep's clothing. You're actually just a lint licking, cunt flap, cum infested puss bubble of a fucklet."

"Damn," Larry hisses, leaning back in his chair and staring at his screen like he's been stabbed. "I felt that in my prostate."

Nate's head moves from my shoulder and I turn to address him, but end up watching his form crumple to the floor in a heap of laughing mess. He shoots me a quick thumbs up, but whether it was an agreement, pride, or to tell me he's okay-- I'm not sure.

Ash is holding herself together by a thread, bottom lip between her teeth as tears well in her eyes. She doesn't dare blink, or else those tears will fall (and crash around me, or whatever Bullet For My Valentine once said).

"You're lucky as fuck that I'm not in your general vicinity," Sal barks out, fire blazing in his otherwise frosty eyes.

"Or what?" I taunt, tilting my head. He wouldn't hit me. He's a self-proclaimed feminist after all, if that's even true. So what would he do? Punish me? Tarnish my squeaky clean online image? He could still do that without being in my general vicinity. That statement was so loaded that I'm starting to get a little nervous...

"Military weapons-grade, apocalypse-inducing, soul-severing revenge. That's all," Sal says nonchalantly. He leans back in his seat, arms crossed and ring-clad fingers tapping his biceps. And he's... hot. And terrifying. And so, so infuriating. I hate him.

"I'd like to see you try all that," I reply, sucking my teeth. In truth, I'm not as on top of my shit as I could be because I'm still upset and confused over him. I'm angry, but not enough to properly express it. Sal's been an issue from the start, but now he's becoming even more of one.

"Watch me," is his snarky reply. And I know I can't actually determine if it's me he's staring at like that, but the feeling I get says that his glare is baring right into my image on his screen. I can feel his detest across the country, aimed directly at me. It makes a shiver run down my spine and I grip my armrests tighter.

"Is that a threat?" I bite out, swallowing thickly.

His eyes light up a bit, and then they squint. Almost like he's smiling. And then he says, in a sickeningly gentle and dark voice, "It's a promise."

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A/N::::: On today's episode of Ryver Rhoulette: is that a decomp stain or is it just moldy cum?

SORRY anyway, HI I AM BACK <333 i spent most of my break sick and suffering from writer's slump... it's not a block because i know what i wanna write, just couldn't get the thoughts out o_e

first off, i know this chapter is a little shorter and i'm sorry about that. i know it's been a while, so i definitely owe you guys a LOT more content than what's in here (especially since it's pretty much filler...) but next chapter is going to be VERY fun :D i can't promise or predict when the next chapter will be, but i have plenty of time to work on it before i go back to school on january 12th! so if not soon, definitely whenever college starts up because i have a yucky habit of procrastinating and getting WONDERFUL fic ideas instead of doing work >:)

also of note: i will be posting a Sal-lore chapter again soon. it may come before the next Faceless Fixation canon chapter, just fair warning. i literally have no idea which i will get inspo for first LOL

until next time, my sweet doves! i love you all so infinitely much <33 have a great morning/day/evening/night! sending big squishes and loves :3

P.S. GUESS WHO NATE IS BASED ON I FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH LIHEIWHEL

P.S.S. huge thanks to @weaslebeeps for coming up with Todd in a "I got pegged at Cracker Barrel" shirt AND for drawing it??? LIKE ACTUALLY????? i love u sweetness <3

#sal fisher #sally face #larry johnson #ash campbell #todd morrison #travis phelps #enemies to lovers #sally face fandom #sally face fanfiction #fanfic

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HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!

Maybe a DKOL one shot where Nat decides to take R out to a bar for a lil action and also R doesn’t go out much bc she’s taking care of Dylan or working. All the attention goes to Nat, which she brushes off all the men’s advances. But then one man takes interest in R, but it’s quickly clear he’s being handsy and bold (just a dick and lowk a abusive). It gives R flashbacks to Kane and she starts to have a panic attack, but Nat calms us down. Maybe a lil dark Nat at the end where she “deals” with the guy 😏

I love how deliciously wonderful u balance dark Nat with soft/protective Nat so I would love to see that more!! THANK U HAPPY EARLY BDAY

Drabble || A Little Bit of Fun

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Single Mom! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Natasha takes you out for a girls night

Notes: A night out with Nat would be so fun! I hope you enjoy this & thank you for the birthday message x So this is so much longer than a drabble lmao, whoops!

Different Kind of Love Masterlist

"Ready to go?" Natasha asked with a smile causing you to playfully roll your eyes at her, "Come on, don't be like that. Dyl will be fine with Bucky. If anything, Dyl will look after Bucky" Nat added with a chuckle as she grabbed your handbag off the dining table. "Are you sure about this? Clubs and bars haven't really been my thing since I found out about Dylan" you explained while quickly fixing your hair in the mirror.

"Which is exactly why we're going. Just a few drinks, maybe some dancing, some karaoke and a good time. You've been work a lot, you need a break. Let your hair down"

You frowned slightly, you never thought that Natasha, your boss for that matter would ever be one for a 'girls night' as they call it. "We'll be back by midnight, right? I don't want Dylan to worry" you turned to Natasha who nodded.

"Dylan is with Bucky, they are probably playing with his trucks, eating some take out burgers and I wouldn't be surprised if Bucky has Dylan sitting on the sofa with apple juice watching the football game".

"Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better" you bit your bottom lip in worry.

"Y/n, we are going out. Dylan is safe, he's fed, he's warm and he's in good hands. We are going to have a great time; besides, I could do with the different scenery from the bar at home".

With a sigh you gave in, grabbing your bag from Natasha's hands and following her out the door of your apartment.

It had been a good few years since you last went out like this, in fact, the last time was that horrible night that somehow gave you your biggest blessing. Natasha wore a black dress that hugged her figure perfectly and you knew right away that she'd be catching eyes from the moment you both stepped into the bar. You didn't mind though, you found it amusing watching Nat send glares at people who thought they had a chance at buying her drink.

"Before we go in there, I want you to relax" Natasha spoke as her driver pulled up outside the bar, "I am relaxed" you assured her. A lie. "You're not, you keep checking your phone and your knee won't stop bouncing!" Nat replied as she placed a hand on your bouncing knee. "I'm sorry" you looked at her, "the last time I had a night like this was the night" you admitted.

"I know, but I promise you, nothing is going to happen. You're with me, as if I'm going to even let anything happen" Natasha's thumb gently stroked the top of your knee. "Promise?" you asked. You just needed her assurance. Natasha nodded, "just give it a chance and if you don't like it, we'll go back to mine and finish the night there" the red head offered. You took a deep breath in and nodded, "okay, let's go have fun" you smiled softly.

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To your surprise the night was off to a wonderful start, you and Natasha sat by the bartender who wasn't shy of stealing looks of Natasha. Of course, Nat was gaining a fair bit of attention as the night went on, it was a plus for the two of you with the amount of free drinks that were sent to your end of the bar but eventually Natasha was tired of the attention and just sent the men a look that could kill.

"Alright, tell me" you looked to Natasha as you took a sip of your cocktail, "all these men are basically falling at your knees and you're telling me you're not the slightest bit interested in any of them?" you asked. Natasha chuckled and shook her head, "I'm a lesbian honey, I'm surprised you didn't work that out" she replied before she downed a sip of her own drink. You took a moment to think and suddenly it all made sense to you why she never spoke about a husband, boyfriend or a celebrity crush for that matter.

"What are we doing at a straight bar then?" you asked.

"Because I'm not looking for anything, besides, I love the free drinks and disappointment on those men's faces" Natasha explained, "what about you? Have you thought about putting yourself out there a little? Now that Dylan is off to pre-school and all?" she asked.

"I didn't really get a chance to work that out, I guess. I mean, I make out with a few girls when I was in high school and I had a boyfriend at one stage but then Dylan came and I just put all of that to the side" you sipped your drink once more.

"Why don't you give it ago tonight? That guy over there has been eyeing you all night, lets buy him a drink" Natasha smirked as she waved down the bartender while you glanced over to the tall brunette guy who sent a smile your way. "Nat, I don't know" you mumbled as you shifted your attention back to Natasha. "Too late" Nat playfully winked at you.

"Hey there, can I get you a drink?" the man's voice spoke from behind you as you slightly turned to look up at him, "I think I bet you too it" you smiled as the bartender handed you a cold beer for you to hand to the gentleman. "Looks like you did" he chuckled, "I'm Noah" he added as he reached his hand out, you took it gently, "I'm Y/n".

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Natasha watched from the bar as you finally allowed yourself to have some fun. You danced with Noah, he brought you both some drinks and hadn't failed to make you laugh as the night went on. It wasn't until just before midnight when Noah became rather handsy and tried to coach you to the back seat of his car. You gently pushed him away and shook your head, "No, I'm just here for some fun" you reminded the man.

"It'll be fun baby, come on. I've done the dancing and pulling jokes, let's just get out of here" he replied as he pulled you closer to him. The strong smell of alcohol sent your mind right back to that night, the cries you let out that were ignored only made matters worse. You tried to break free from Noah's hold, but his strength was too much. "Let me go! please, I said no!" You begged. Natasha saw your struggle and slammed her drink on the bar before storming over to the two of you.

"Let her go, she said no!" Natasha's voice came to your rescue. Noah looked at Natasha and released his hold of you, "Nothing but a couple of cheap whores!" He spat before walking away. You quickly turned to Natasha in a panic, your breathing quickened, your hands trembled and sweat began to form on your forehead.

"Y/n, it's okay, he's gone" Natasha spoke softly as she pulled you gently into her arms for a tight hug, "I promised you, nothing was going to happen" she reminded you as she rubbed your back which helped bring your panic attack to a close. She held you until you felt safe enough to pull away.

"Can we please go?" you asked softly in hopes not to disappoint your friend, she nodded, "I'll walk you to the car then I'll come back and pay the bill" She led you out of the bar following behind you for protection. Once in the car, Natasha reminded you she was just going back to pay the bill she racked up while you were busy and that she'd be back in just a moment. Of course, she told her driver to lock the doors which helped keep you grounded.

"A couple of cheap whores huh?" Natasha walked confidently up to Noah, "that's what I said, didn't I?" Noah looked the red head up and down before taking a mouthful of his beer. Natasha took this moment to punch the male in the face, the glass in his hand shattering, leaving pieces in his hand and face.

"You crazy son of a bitch!" he yelled.

"If I ever see you in here again treating women like meat, I'm going to feed you to a meat grinder then to pigs. I'm not joking, when a woman says no, she means no!" Natasha spoke sternly before kicking Noah in his gentles, "does this cheap whore make herself clear?" she asked as Noah fell to the floor.

"You're fucking crazy!" he groaned as he covered his manhood.

"I'll take that as a yes" Natasha replied before walking back to the car.

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