#ya'll need to hire her

[biggestqiblifan]

We all need a flight attendant like this. She needs a pay raise.

Y'all need to hire her immediately. By doing this, people are actually paying attention.

#funny #funny videos #funny post #funny stuff #funny content #humor #flight attendant #hilarious #dying of laughter #i love this #favorite child #youtube #ya'll need to hire her #this is great #awesome

[inklore]

sweet serial killer

premise: it doesn’t matter if he’s killing you or you're killing someone else. you’re putty in his hands right now, and you’re both fucked. 

pairing: ethan landry x (f)reader

word count: 1.7k

contents: piv, more psychotic feelings than anything, choking, mentions of knife and blood play, murders, dirty talk, stalking, au since this is not in correlation with the film, pain kink.

note: this is my first time writing for this little fucked up curly q even though i have drafts upon drafts of ideas for him, which i'll gladly write if ya'll want more.

haunted hoedown day three.

You should be surprised. 

You should be pissed. 

Scared. 

Running for your life.

Something. Anything.

Other than standing in front of a murderer, your knuckles curling around the edge of the dresser your ass is pushed against. Your excelled heart rate pounding in your ears the closer he steps to you, leaving no room for you to breathe without touching him. Without smelling him. Stealing each other's air. 

Your eyes should be mapping out a quick exit. Coming up with a plan to get the hell out of here. Not looking into his. Not seeing the deep hue of nothingness that is abnormal to see in a sane person's eyes. The dilation of pupils letting you know that he’s got a plan either way. No matter how you take what he just told you.

“I’m ghostface.” 

The darkness in his eyes tells you you can run, but you won’t get far. You can tell someone, but we both know you won’t because I see you.

It’s why you haven’t moved. Why an escape is the last thing on your mind. Because your eyes are casting that same darkness right back at him. 

“You don’t have to pretend with me.” 

His words are like a fire engulfing you, more dangerous than the performance of normality you constantly put on. The sweet, rich girl whose parents gave her a free ride to college, who dote on her like a prized show pony because she’s the perfect child—the perfect daughter. 

The one thing in their lives they didn’t screw up. 

Being born screwed up and hiding it well, no fault of their own.

Known psychopaths rarely get what they want. They might, for a little while. But the lavishes never last. There's always more you need, more you want. And there are only so many people in this world who will give you what you want out of fear. 

Fear leads to trouble. Fear leads to getting caught. Turned in. Turned upon.

Hidden psychopaths, however, have an advantage. A perfected way of being that makes them seem like the nicest people you’ve ever met. The person you can run to. Trust. Count on. The person you wish you could be. 

That’s how you get what you want. 

That’s how you make the high of deceiving, hurting, and killing last. 

And if rich parents who like to hire nannies have taught you anything, it's that it is very easy to pretend. To perfect this little act. To be perceived as loving and being able to love when really all you want to do is gouge the person next to you’s eyes out. 

You have a system. A routine. You never let your crown slip. You never let anyone see you for what you truly are. You’d lose everything. Lavishes gone. That control you have gone. 

You didn’t care about being loved or feared. 

Feelings meant nothing to you. 

But watching the emotions of pain enacted on someone's face when you caused it? Nothing compared to it.

Besides, maybe the way Ethan is looking at you right now. 

The look someone gets when they look into a mirror and like the monster they see looking back at them. 

Part of you should have known. Should have seen this coming with the way his eyes were always already on yours when you looked his way in class. Or that night you caught him following you around campus, but you pretended you didn’t see him—much like the night he caught you red handed, literally, with blood staining your nails, and your pre-rehearsed explanation only making his eyes grow wider and fill with darkness, he quickly smiled away. 

And the nail that should have been pounded into the coffin when your roommate got attacked and all Ghostface did was wave his shiny little knife in your face, a gloved hand around your throat, and then disappeared down the fire escape. And the next day, when everyone was making your skin crawl from sympathy hugs and the fake tears that were glossing your eyes, Ethan had only given you dark looks from across the courtyard. 

Brows low and casting a shadow over his eyes in class. 

You should have known then. 

You’re usually so much better at reading people, trying to understand their normality to copy it. Use it against them.

But Ethan wasn’t normal. That much was clear. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” he chuckles under his breath as he shrugs, “this perfect little daddies girl, the girl everyone wants to sleep with, is crazy.” A slow smile lifts the corner of his mouth, “so many nights I’ve followed you, and you’ve kept your facade going. Even when no one was watching. Until the night I ran into you in the hall, the night I knew. I could see it written all over your face.” 

He leans in closer, his curls ghosting over your forehead. His voice a whisper, “but you’re not very good at hiding your messes, so I did it for you. I saved us both the trouble. You getting caught and me—well, Ghostface—taking credit for a kill so messy. And when I gave you my little present, that pesky roommate of yours gone, I could see it in your eyes. That trust. That you would have been happy with me either killing you or fucking you.” 

Your breath halts in your lungs, burning the back of your throat from the noise you let out when Ethan grabs it. Squeezing just enough to make it hard to swallow and to make that growing hunger move past your belly and throb between your legs. 

“Which is it now? Do you want to be fucked or killed?” 

Your lips try to form words, but the hand around your throat mingled with that perfected crown falling and shattering to the ground has your darkness making itself known more than just in the fire that’s so clearly burning in your eyes—the gasps that sound like weak whimpers, the warmth of your body against Ethan’s, the way your insides feel like molten lava when you consider both objectives—your mind is clouded with a pleasure you’ve only ever felt when you’ve watched the agony of pain fade out someone's light completely, your nails smelling of copper for days after.

If Ethan pulled out his knife right now and put it to your throat, you’d come before he made the first cut.

And as he says, “if I went downstairs and grabbed one of your fans and brought them up here and slit their throat for you, would you like that? Would you prefer that instead?” 

Your body shivers from his words, from the free hand that's running down your hip to the apex of your inner thigh—your sorry excuse for a skirt giving him more than enough access to press his thumb to the growing wet patch on the outside of your underwear. The pad of his finger pressing in and adding just the right amount of pressure to your aching clit to make your eyes flutter. 

“Or is it your insides you want me to see?” 

The involuntary whimper of his name, the motion of your hips trying to rub yourself against the miniscule touch between your legs, his last words, and the accuracy of it all are the finality for both of you. 

The thing that finally lets you both know that it doesn’t matter if he’s killing you, or you’re killing someone else, or blood is spilt for you, you’re putty in his hands right now, and you’re both fucked. 

So when his lips come down on yours, it’s hard and rough and lacking any sort of passion. 

Any sort of fake pleasure you’ve always had to give to past lovers. 

There's nothing fake about the heat inside of you. The sauna of depravity that Ethan is pulling out of you—devouring it with bloody teeth that match your own hunger. Your own fucked up way of getting off. Of feeling something. 

When Ethan starts to descend to his knees, leaving a trail of bites along your neck that feel too hard and imprinting to not be a personal vendetta of anger, of want, of a need to make you feel pain, to want it from him—you stop him. 

Yanking his curls so hard, he’s hissing against your mouth. Your fingers move in a flash of pushed away fabric, buttons, and zippers to free him and wrap a hand around his cock. Giving it a couple pumps. Watching the way his mouth parts and his lips curl in pleasure when you tighten and twist around the head. 

Wordlessly telling him what you want when you turn away, pushing your ass out for him as you bend yourself over the dresser. 

If you didn’t have him inside of you one way or another, you know you’d lose your patience. Know that darkness would simmer away into something worse, something that would leave the both of you in more agony than pleasure. 

You needed him. 

And by the sound Ethan makes when he thrusts into you—hard, without warning—you know he needs you too. Know that he’s probably gotten off to the thought of you bloodied and underneath him, his knife pressed to your throat, threatening to make you bleed if you didn’t let him come inside of you. If you didn’t let him lick the wounds he wants to create against your flesh. 

The pace he sets is rough. 

Harsh against your body that rubs against the rigid edge of the dresser. His nails dig into your hips as he pulls you back onto him, as he grabs the back of your neck, digging his fingers into your skull. 

The palm that snakes around to your neck pulls you up and against his front, putting your body at a new angle that has your muscles stretching in pain and making your eyes roll back. The noises of pleasure and pain like a fucked up hymn. 

“That night I was in your apartment, your life in my hands, do you know how much self control I had to have to not slice this pretty throat?” His teeth graze against the skin below your ear, his own groans and hitches of breath making you feel lightheaded. “To not make you bleed and spread it against my cock and make you jerk it off. Make you use your mouth to lick me clean.”

It’s those words and the lack of air his palm is allowing your lungs to intake that make you come. That has the gasp falling from your mouth sounding like something dying, something begging for life. 

Portraying the opposite of his words. Of why you’re coming. Of why the rush has you going lax against him and smiling. 

#ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #jack champion x reader #scream smut #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry #ghostface smut #ethan landry one shot #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry fic #hauntedhoedown

[ecoamerica]

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[itsbansheebitch]

More thoughts

I get both sides, but I feel a little confused they couldn't find four people in their +25 employees

Data analyst (Are you seriously telling me you couldn't personally email or even just HIRE matpat's team who do data analytics as part of Theorist Media to help??? The man would be overjoyed to help???)

Editor (Put the first $6 towards a can of coffee grounds, dude)

PR Team (Even, like, a single person, please, for the love of god)

Business Major (Or literally anyone that has taken a home ec/budgeting/personal finance class)

First, the Dish Granted series was started when gold leaf burgers were novel, now it's seen as tone deaf (for obvious reasons) it should have shifted to something like interviews with people who make that kind of food or local businesses (like parmesan cheese shops in Parma, Italy) or the history of food (like talking about the history of modern Native American slavery on Californian wine vinyards). Not to mention the untapped potential of Food Fraud topics. Either shift it, or scrap it. Any data analyst or chronically online person could tell you that.

Second, why did you keep "anyone can afford $6 a month" in? Are the editors asleep at the wheel? Are they overworked? What is going on? You know damn well to not make generalizations about what people can afford. That's NEVER a good idea, especially when you KNOW (because YT gives you analytics) that most of your viewers are young (16/18-30/35 range, I'd guess) who probably, either 1, are still in school and either arent paid well/dont have jobs OR 2, arent paid well and tired of people's shit, like people who own businesses talking about "tough financial decisions." To them, Watcher isn't going to look different from the other people talking like that, because this was so sudden, with no input from fans, and in the video you hear shit like "anyone can afford [X]." To be frank, it wouldn't really matter what the amount is, because that generalization goes against the message they have stood by for years. THAT is a slap in the face.

Third, what are yall doing with the budgeting? Every artist has a right to make art that they are proud of. Every artist deserves to have their work seen if they so choose. Every artist deserves to make a living. HOWEVER, there are MANY options online when it comes to making money, especially on YT. You could get into marketing, data analysis, expanding your demographic, looking at what people are interested in right now VS what will stand the test of time (not gold leaf burgers), etc.

You have to either have these skills, develop these skills, or hire someone to do it for you. It's understandable that you would want a team behind the production, but I find +25 employees to be WAY too many people, especially in LA. Bailey Sarian has a Dark History section on her YT (and Spotify podcast) where she has hired historians to help make sure her episodes are as accurate as possible. You've caught heat before from Puppet History's missing & incorrect info, you should do the same. She has about three (3) "intermissions" per episode for ad breaks. I never see anyone complain. People WOULD listen to yall talk for that long (+1 hour videos), tbh, though that's not necessary.

Why are yall out here with Teslas, expensive food, new gear, scripts (where there weren't scripts before, PH is different, that makes sense), and "better than TV" level sets??? I need to put your accountant in this week's church prayer list what the actual hell??? Ya'll, this video is literally the meme:

Guys help me budget:

LA Rent: 2K per month

Videos: 100K per vid

+25 Employees: God only knows

New stuff for videos: Don't get me started

Like, are you serious?

You have a right to do whatever you want with your art. You have a right to charge whatever you'd like for that art. You have a right to make a living from your art and you have a right to ask your fans for money.

Your fans have a right to be angry when they've been supporting yall for, what, almost 10 years? They have a right to choose when and where to spend their money even when you've made an impact. They have a right to feel betrayed, especially when there are better options (like Nebula or consulting with Theorist Media).

Fans DO NOT have a right to be racist to any members of Watcher, now that they have made a decision they do not agree with.

I personally, think this is a really silly decision and could have been solved (haha solved) with a simple YT poll, but apparently we had to get... this. I respect their decision, I just don't think it was a smart one. I wish them the best, and I hope they find a better solution. Any further comment from me will depend on what steps they take next.

#watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara

[jmagnabo92]

Funny Moments of Others with First Prince

Here's a list (in no particular order of funny moments of others with regards to First Prince):

Cash opening the door of the supply closet: "This looks Cozy" - "Yep, we're really Bonding."

Bromance Alerts - Comment "OMFG, Make Out Already."

Luns: "Instead, let's talk about your little European vacation. Can I expect a joint Christmas present from you and the Prince this year." Alex avoids it, later, "Okay, okay. He's a looker, huh?" "Yeah, I mean, if you're into, like, fairy tail princes." "Is anyone not?" "I'm not." "Right."

Alex calls on Christmas. Apologizes and goes to hang up. Henry: "Alex, Christ. It's fine. It's half two here, everyone's gone to bed. Except Bea. Say hi, Bea. "Hi Alex! Henry's got his candy-cane Jim-jams on -" "That's quite enough."

Later, June: "Oh my god, Alex, you made a friend!" ... "I'm so proud of you." "... He's not my friend..." ... "Nope. Tell me everything about your new best friend, who a royal. That's so bougie of you. Who would have guessed it? Omg this is like all those romantic comedies where the girl hires a male escort to pretend to be her wedding date and then falls in love with him for real." "That is not at all what this is like."

June's reaction to the Polo Match: "I'm sorry, Zahra said you're bailing on the fund-raiser this weekend because you're going to a polo match in Connecticut?" "Listen, I'm trying to keep up a geopolitical public relations ruse here." "Dude, people are writing fan fiction about ya'll -" "Yeah, Nora sent me that." " - I think you can give it a rest." "The Crown wants me there!" (in his thoughts, Alex notes a look that he should be concerned about if he wasn't thinking about Henry's mouth.

At the match. Amy: "I don't like that look. You look... sweaty." "I'm gonna go, uh, say hi to Henry." "Please don't elaborate." "Yeah, I know. Plausible deniability." "I don't know what you possibly mean." "Sure. Yep." "Enjoy your summit with the English delegation."

Zahra sends him a link to the "Best Bromance Ever" and writing "Good work, you little shit." Oh, Zahra, if only you knew.

Alex's Hickey. Zahra: "Is that a Hickey?" "I... um, no?" "Do I look stupid to you, Alex? Who is giving you hickeys and why have you not gotten them to sign an NDA." "OMG, if I needed an NDA, you would know. Chill." Zahra does not appreciate being told to Chill and goes onto threaten him.

Pez answering Alex's phone call to Henry. "Alexander, babes. How lovely for you to give your auntie Pezza a ring on this magnificent Sunday Morning." "Hi Pez, where are y'all?" "We are out for a drive, taking in the scenery of Carmarthenshire. Say Good Morning to your strumpet, Henry." "Good Morning, strumpet. What's got you up at four in the morning this time?" ... later, Alex gets Henry to say the name of where he's staying and Pez says, "I was hoping you two would start talking dirty, please do go on."

There's more but this is long. This book is just so funny.

#RWRB #Red white and royal blue book #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #hrh prince henry #first prince #june claremont diaz #princess beatrice #Pez #Zahra #Cash #Amy Chen

[jungle-angel]

This Tired Cowboy (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett's exhausted as the season begins to change, but that doesn't mean you won't help him through it

Rhett rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get the kinks out of the muscles that had been bothering him all day long, but it was no use. It ran all the way down into his shoulders and up the back of his head, even into his eyes.

T-Bone, the patriarch of the cattle herd sniffed at him and nudged Rhett with his snout, a bullish moo coming from his throat as he put his hooves up onto the fence rail.

"I know bud, I know," Rhett told him, petting the coffee colored bull's snout. "I'm hurtin bad."

He looked like hell and felt like shit, but Rhett kept going, wanting to finish off the chores before the afternoon could turn to evening. Several of the ranch hands had all gotten sick or had to go into town for one reason or another, leaving Rhett and Royal to pull most of the load.

Rhett headed back towards the other end of the fence where his father was busy hammering the large nails in with a mallet. "Hey son," Royal greeted, looking up from his work.

All Rhett could muster was a tired wave before the pain took him back in again. "Another hand go home?" he asked.

"Yeah, John Two-Feathers had a court appointment this mornin," Royal answered. "It's the last one before he's got full custody of his youngest grandkid."

Rhett was relieved at the news. All week he had worried about Two-Feathers who was one of the best hands the Abbotts could hire, wondering if he'd be able to get full custody of his youngest grandkid. Rhett knew all too well what that was like and so didn't the rest of the family, constantly being in and out of the courthouse when you and him had taken custody of Amy and legally adopted her as your own.

"You ok?" Royal asked him. "Ya'll look like you got hit by a bus."

"I feel like it Dad," Rhett yawned. "I didn't sleep great at all last night."

"You go back to the house, I can finish up out here," Royal told him. "There's only one or two things that need doing so it ain't a big deal."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's just critters that need beddin down for the night," Royal said. "I'll take over milking Abigail in the morning so you and (y/n) can get some sleep."

Rhett thanked his father and began making his way back to the house, stumbling up the back steps and into the kitchen before kicking off his boots and sticking them on the rack between the kitchen counter and the door.

Rhett lazily made his way into the living room where you had already taken over the couch. You were laid out on your back, propped up only by two throw pillows while your nearly finished knitting was spread out on your swollen belly, the click of your needles being the only noise in the house besides the ticking of the old grandfather clock that Rhett's grandmother had brought with her when she had come over from Switzerland.

"You ok Rhett?" you asked him as he knelt on the floor beside you.

"M'exhausted," he mumbled, pressing his nose and his lips against your belly.

He felt the sole of a tiny little foot pressing against his lips, an exasperated look forming on his face before his eyes turned to you. You laughed a little when he didn't say anything, the side-eye saying everything you were thinking.

"You see what the little butthead just did?" he asked.

"Try having at least one of their little butts resting on your bladder all day long," you chuckled.

Rhett groaned. "I knew they were trouble the minute we saw their little dingers on the ultrasound photos."

"And when you realized I drank almost a whole pitcher of sugar-free lemonade in the fridge," you added.

Rhett lay out on his back, the obscene noises causing your eyebrows to raise a little. "You good?"

"Yeah I'm just gonna lay here for a while," he chuckled.

And you were perfectly fine with it. Cecelia wasn't due back for another hour while Amy and Hannah weren't expected back from Joy and Martha's until dinnertime. You pulled the calendar off the clipboard on the coffee table, ticking off another day closer to your due date and one day closer to when your home in Bozeman would be done.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #outer range

[the-empress-7]

Oh please, what does she actually have to stress about that requires her to wear some pseudo science patch? The mansion not big enough? The hired help caring for the children so she can have all the downtime she needs still not enough? The designer shoes rubbing her feet? Any stress in her life has been caused by her own self-serving actions and if it’s the husband, well f***ing leave the little man-child and move on already … people are getting bored of her victim narrative already.

Being a self confessed victim is stressful ya'll

[lazlolullaby]

late hatching, a Batman Beyond and Batfam concept

I think i made myself clear as mud in my last post that the Batfam as it stands now in the comics does not mesh with the DCAU timeline.

but that doesn't mean the batfam can't come to Terry.

Special thanks to this fic (slice of life where Bruce is younger, has the fam but can't go vigilante anymore so they hire Terry to babysit) https://archiveofourown.org/works/44548396/chapters/112054687

and this series. (Balances dark and light very well, even if the Batfam grow and protect Gotham, Terry still gets the cowl) https://archiveofourown.org/series/1710604

So. Here's Cake #3!!! Ya'll enjoy and if you make something i'd be happy to see it!

TL;DR: Cassandra steals a delayed Damian from the League of Assassins, reunites him with his elderly genetic donor, and decides to stick around. Dick decides that he should probably keep a closer eye on the manor. More people come out if the dark streets of Gotham, ready to fight to keep it safe.

Batman II gains Pranking Auntie Black Bat, Worried Uncles Grayson and Drake, Mob Parents Jason and Roy, the gossipy PIs Signal and Spoiler, and Murder Child Robin. Terry gets an existential crisis, Matt gets a some emotional and physical wounds, and Mary gets some inheritance money.

AKA: Beyond limited capes AU.

From the top, chronologically:

Cassandra lost her chance to train with Batman. He refused, after the Incident with Tim Drake and the Joker. Even though she was a trained fighter, he can't risk it. He can't risk anyone. He points her in the right direction for help and keeps tabs like he does.

Cassandra is adopted by Nightwing and becomes the Batgirl of Bludhaven, eventually Black Bat on her own, focusing on saving other children forced into a life of cloak and dagger.

(Jason Todd was never written into the DCAU shows. He and Tim Drake were condensed for reasons. But let's presume he was there the whole time. They were friends on the streets. He was late trying to help Tim find out what was in the locker. He remembers Robin later trying to help him before suddenly leaving. Overlooked by Batman, thus overlooked by the Joker, the League of Assassins, and heroics in general. But he survived. Saw all of the pain and anger and just decided to run his little piece of Gotham how he likes it. No starving kids. No heroes or villains. Absolutely no Jokerz. Roy Harper comes to break it up but then goes: hey I'm sorry but the Drug Lord just got me clean off drugs so I'm gonna marry him.) They are older gay mob grandpas with their daughter Lian.

Since the Joker is dead, Duke's parents are not affected by the Venom. He still has an interest in vigilantes. He was able to track what happened to Robin. Batman scares him off, but he's still determined to help. So like comics canon, Bruce points him to learning opportunities. He ends up becoming a Private Investigator, of Signal and Spoiler fame.

Batman saves Stephanie Brown from her shot at the cape. They also work closely with Barbara Gordon. Stephanie is also an investigative journalist and busts open several mob and villain rings with the help of Duke, Jason, and silent help from Batman.

Cadmus sees all of these new Robins keep getting denied left and right. Concerned that Batman was needed, they go ahead with Project Batman Beyond.

Bruce discovers this. He creates a false paper trail. A company was illegally creating clones/children of the rich for blood transfusions and organ transplants. And the occasional "long lost heir" con. It was easy enough to add Terry and Matt to the list before exposing them.

Bruce went over to the Mcginnis household with a lawyer and an NDA. Terry and Matt don't have a legal right to the Family Fortune, but they do have a small trust fund to be given when they're 18. (small is relative when you're rich.)

Terry grows up. He gets the job at Wayne Manor. (With Mary's blessing, of course.)

Terry tracks down Dick Grayson and they have a agreement about weekly emails. He never comes to Gotham. (Batman II, fighting Nightwing: PER MY LAST EMAIL-) Dick doesn't show up at the Manor at all. Not until Terry sees him scrubbing the Joker Graffiti off of the Batcave walls.

Now everything after this is post-ROTJ movie.

And then. Damian. The League of assassins has been trying to recreate Batman as well. But all of the clones consistently die around their 8th birthday. So the project was delayed by decades. They accepted a work around with the splicing tech. Damian wasn't originally related to Bruce and Talia. But they overwrote his DNA to truly make him the Heir. They were training him to take over the Batman mantle - he wasn't ready to do it yet, but then Terry as Batman II pops up. Damian is angry. Cassandra is able to sneak in and use that to smuggle him out to Gotham.

so now the Manor starts filling up with Dick, Cass, Damian, and occasionally Tim and Terry gets moved to a less hectic shift. He's bounced off of solo vigilante status and now has to contend with Cassandra and Damian following him around.

The official story is that the Cloning and corporate espionage happened and now Dick Grayson came back to Gotham to help his elderly father raise his clone and handle his affairs. He brought his security detail, Cassandra. Also they get Titus the emotional support dog for Damian.

Mary Mcginnis calls Bruce and renegotiates the terms of the NDA, since the cat's out of the bag. She sits Terry and Matt down and tells them that they're not genetically related to Warren. Terry. Does not take it well. Matt is confused and sad.

Damian hears about this and tries to kill Matt both as a "thing the League trained him to do" and "he's like me why does he get to be happy?" anger and jealousy over his life.

Batman II is seen wrangling a brightly colored child and demanding that he not stab his brother. Matt recognizes the wrangling and figures out who's under the cowl.

There are now officially two Robins. Pray you get the one without a sword.

(that's it it's just Terry adjusting from being a Single Child of Batman to being a Middle Child of the Batfam)

#batman beyond #batfam beyond au #terry mcginnis #damian wayne #cassandra cain #dick grayson #Duke Thomas #Stephanie Brown #jason todd #bruce wayne #lazlo's lulls #idk something about bruce wayne dying at 8 in the alley with his parents #i mean metaphorically the child dies and what's left builds himself into batman you know #anyway i feel like Damian would feel intense Emotions upon seeing Matt and Terry #them being normal and him being shaped into a weapon #but all of them gravitating to the cape anyway #the dynamic between Papa Jason and his favorite juvie child Terry has got to be funny too

[faegoddessog]

Fantasy Come True CH 1/8

Chapter  1: Lumber Jason

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, sexual discussion, relationship troubles

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

Here is the Masterlist of this series.

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Chapter 1: Lumber Jason

You were having a hard time with your relationship. You loved him, sure, trusted him 100%, he was nothing if not honest with you, sometimes brutally so. All good things, to have in a relationship. But there was one thing that just didn’t click all the way. Sex. You loved sex, you even had it often with him. But he couldn't make you orgasm to save his life. Ok, maybe ‘couldn’t’ was a bit harsh. He just wasn’t interested in putting in the time and effort to get you off. For a long time you had been content to just do it yourself after sex. 

Recently though, you had heard about overstimulation and had become deeply intrigued. You knew he wouldn’t be willing to try it, but in the spirit of honesty and communication, you talked to him about it. He joked and blew it off. It’s hurtful, but you are an accommodating partner, even if he isn’t, so you dropped it. At least to his face. It’s been tormenting your mind of late. You’ve read online fics about it and you are just starting to daydream about what else may be out there for you. Would you leave the security and safety of your relationship over something like this? Your practical mind says definitely no. You had no real interest in trying to find someone else and you know there is only one circumstance that would make you leave this relationship, and that’s your Hall Pass contingency: Austin Butler. 

You walk into your Saturday afternoon improv class. Wearing your favorite sandals,  jeans and a women’s cut generic Disney shirt in black .   There are 3 people there, one you know, two are new.  You start off, as you do every class, with round robin stretches. Each person introducing themselves and saying one thing they did that week. 

“Hi I’m Rob,” says one of the new guys, pulling his leg up in a balanced runner's stretch. He went on a couple auditions this week. He is average height  blonde hair with jeans and a t-shirt, he’s average build, average voice, pretty average. 

The next person is a regular, Peter,  he does side stretches (as per usual) and says “I learned to cook salmon on the grill at my girlfriends’ parents house.” 

“Howdy, I’m Jason,” he has a nondescript midwestern accent, reaching down for his toes “I had a meetin’ this week about a new project that I got hired on for.” 

You assume it’s some kind of construction project or something, he is in scuffed up work boots, jeans and a flannel buttoned up, and rolled at the cuff. Jason rocks the lumberjack vibe, beard and everything. Although he looks a little too lean to go full-on lumberjack. There is something… familiar about him.

You introduce yourself and windmilling your arms, you are tempted to say ‘I learned what a pleasure dom is’ but that wouldn't be professional. “I um…went to a movie , actually in a theater. It’s been so long! I really missed it”. 

You notice that Jason seems to really pay attention to whomever is talking. It seems his eyes linger on you, casually looking you up and down, a fraction of a second longer than the others.  

You move into some warm up exercises.  Zip, Zap, Zop is about energy and eye contact. The name game is where everyone has physical gestures that go with their name. Jason swings an imaginary axe, Peter hops on one foot, you do sassy cross snaps, Rob tosses his hands in the air. 

You notice the intensity Jason is putting into the games, how when he passes to you, a little shiver makes you clench. You are almost taken aback, you just don’t react to people like this, and beards aren’t usually your thing. Weird.  Again you feel like you’ve seen him before, but can’t quite put your finger on it. 

At the break, Jason comes up to you while you are drinking water. 

“Hey, ya’ll did great on that last one,” he says, a bit nervously. 

“Thanks,” you tuck a stray hair behind your ear a little shyly,” you did great too, have you been acting long?” 

“Yeah, since I was kid… uh back home,” he seems to falter a bit in his response. “Do you come to this class often?” he asks, putting the focus back on you.

“Yeah, almost every week, I really like how it stretches me,” you smile. The teacher claps their hands for the break to be over. 

“Huh, I might start coming more often then,” he winks at you as he turns around to walk back to his seat. 

You can’t help but watch him walk away. Wow, he is pretty from this angle. 

Wait a second, did lumber-Jason  just flirt with you? Holy Crap. Did you lead him on somehow?   He jets out at the end of class, on his phone, before you can talk to him again.  Maybe it was in your mind, weird. You try to shrug it off, but deep inside you just can’t. Something wasn’t quite right. 

He was already there when you walked in next week. He waved you over the second he saw you. 

“Howdy! Did you have a good week?” he asks warmly, shuffling his feet a little. 

“Yeah, you?” It's uncanny how you feel comfortable around him.

“Yeah, I have a lot going on and I just needed…. I’m really looking forward to class today.” He smiles. 

All class he situates himself next to you, partners with you. It’s fun and easy and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear there were sparks between you.  You really liked going to improv class, but it’s never filled you up like this before. 

The next week, you came to class early,  telling yourself  you are not looking for Jason to show up and no you did NOT wear your cute black wonder woman t-shirt on purpose. You just like how it hugs your curves perfectly and shows off your girls. You are starting to feel disappointed and your practical side is shaking its head at you when, two minutes before class starts, Jason walks in. 

You thumb your nose at your practical side and sit up straighter. 

He is wearing black jeans, his scuffed work boots and a black t-shirt with an open flannel. He has on a trucker hat with some sort of horse logo on it. He looks around, catches your eye and makes a bee line to the spot next to you, murmuring apologies for being late. 

In each warm up exercise he sends nearly everything to you.  He treats you like a friend, making side comments and laughing with you. It’s weird, but interacting with him feels really natural and that’s not… natural. You end up getting paired with him in one game. He picks Rhett Butler and Scarlet O’hara you say cooking breakfast, he says in a closet. 

“Is touch ok?” he asks, you nod.

You squish your back up to his side dramatically. He begins a pantomime of stirring a bowl over your head. He’s roughly 6’1”, you are, with your sandals on, about 5’8”.

“Scarlett, pass the eggs will you” he says in a passable Rhett Butler voice. 

“But Rhett, darling,” you turn awkwardly, taking tiny steps in a ‘cramped’ space, making it funny with his arms in your face. You grab his shirt front and lean dramatically into him “I’m sorry we… we don’t have any eggs left, the soldiers took them all, the chickens too!” you fake cry into his front. You feel his breath catch as you bury your head in his chest. 

Holy fuck he smells really good, like trees and lavender and amber. His long fingers  wrap around yours, and he tilts your chin up to look at him. As your eyes meet, something jolts your stomach.  He is staring intensely into your eyes and it’s like he’s staring into your very soul.  He is saying something… you can’t concentrate. Why? Because being this close you notice the freckles on his left cheek and forehead and just how blue his eyes really are. 

For a split second, your eyes widen in recognition. You know exactly who this is, and his name isn’t Jason. You almost melt into him, legs going weak. Oh well at least it’s in character.  Thank god you’ve been doing this improv class for long enough that you can hold your shit together enough to finish the scene. They all applaud  as ‘Jason’ ends with “Frankly, I don’t give a damn about the pancakes,” pantomimes opening the closet door,  and walking away with his bowl. 

You go back to your seat. You aren’t even paying attention to the next scene as your mind is racing.  It all falls into place. You covertly watch him next to you. He is watching the scene. You feel almost stupid that you didn’t see it right away, his eyes, his hands, the fullness of his exposed bottom lip. Clearly he doesn’t want to be recognized, the accent, the beard, the darker than usual hair. But once you see it, it’s all so clear. 

You decide to be a good human and leave him his anonymity. Maybe he really misses being a regular actor in classes. I mean, you think about how much you enjoy coming to class, he must as well. Maybe you can ask him for his number before he leaves. You can just chalk it up to industry connections. Maybe then you can somehow let him know that you know, without it being weird. 

On the break, ‘Jason’ saunters up to you getting a drink of water. He is exceptional at masking his natural gait. This is not surprising, you know how good he is. 

“Hey, that was great, ya’ll really have that southern bell thing down. I thought you might faint right in my arms,” he takes a pull on his water bottle. 

“Yeah you too, So very Rhett  of you,” you smile, not daring to tell him that you almost did pass out, ”you did great with his voice.” 

“Thanks, hey, um… what are you doing after this?” he locks eyes with you again. 

“Oh… just going home,” you almost say something about your partner.

“Want to get a bite?”  he says before you can say anything. 

What? Wait… did he just ask you out?

“Yes, I’d like that,”  you try to stay chill. “I’ve been meaning to try this little place nearby.” 

You are sitting in the corner of the overwhelmingly green dining room of Chifa. It kind of reminds you of a rich girls 1995 Jersey boudoir but with Chinese and Peruvian food. They are moderately busy. 

“So tell me about yourself,” he starts in before you can let him know that you know who he is. Yup, still the midwestern accent. 

You smile, knowing that it’s all fake but wanting to tell him about yourself too. You figure it's only fair that he learns about you, since you know ALL about him. Well, everything that is public anyway. As you start to talk, again you get that feeling of perfect naturalness in being around him, like you’ve been friends  for years. 

You talk about how you are trying to break into acting and how you know you have an uncanny ability to spot talent in people. He is laser focused on you, leaning forward and nodding. Just as you are about to talk about your partner. The waiter comes to the table..  

“Oh I haven’t looked at the menu!” ‘Jason’ says,  picking it up.

“May I? If you are good with sharing a few things,” you inquire, holding your hand on his menu. Your fingertips touch his briefly, it’s like lightning.  He waves you on with an interested look on his face. 

“Any allergies I should know about?” you ask. He just shakes his head. 

You open the menu, you’d checked it out before and had a good idea of what they had. 

“First for drinks, I absolutely HAVE to get the Yo Yo Good4U on my tastebuds. I love sparkling anything,” you say as an aside to ‘Jason’, “ also I want to taste the Chichi Morado and the Lai Chai. Do you want anything alcoholic to drink?” 

“Sure, you pick,” he waves his hand again.

Your tail is almost wagging in your seat as he puts his oral satisfaction in your hands. 

“How about a Drunken’ Yuzu?” your eyebrows up in askance. He nods. 

“We will have the Lomo Soltado,  the Brule Char,  and the Siu Anticucho,” your eyes expertly glide over the menu, “Ooo and the Traditional Zongzi, Tiradito and um… the Dan Dan Mien. And,” you take a big breath, “for dessert, let's try the Alfajores,  oh I have to get the Black Sesame Cheesecake Tart  and the Taro Coconut Cake Bar. And of course  we need the ice cream, “you look over your menu, “as a palate cleanser of course.”

“Of course” he says slowly, wondering what on earth is happening. 

“Which flavors Miss,” asks the waiter.

“Hmmm, fior di latte,  almond jelly, and  black tahini, please.” 

“Oh silly me, we need to get our veggies in! Let’s round this out with Wok-Hay Vegetables.”

“With the lap chueng?” he asks. 

“Yes please,” you hand the waiter your credit card immediately, considering your huge order. 

“Very good,” says the waiter, taking the card and walking away. 

“I’m a growing boy, but whoa, you really meant it when you said ‘try’ the restaurant,” ‘Jason’ is looking at you like you are a little crazy ordering all that food. 

You giggle at his look

“What, we aren’t going to eat ALL of it right now, I just have slutty little taste buds,“ you wink playfully, “plus I freakin’ love lots of leftovers,  it’ll keep my partner happy too, for being out later.” 

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had a partner…” he tries not to look crestfallen. 

“Yeah, I was getting to that…  but we are in a weird spot right now. Or at least I am.“ you smile reassuringly. 

“Can I ask what’s going on?” he says with concern in his eyes. Fuck how is it that he barely knows you, but can convery more care for your well being than your partner of years. 

“Well, don’t get me wrong, I care about him and I trust him,  but he just..” you wonder if it’s TMI, but you are too far in now to change the subject. Plus, if not now, when? “he doesn’t act like he cares about me sexually, Austin,” you say without even realizing you said his name until it was too late. His eyes go wide and he nods. You just wait to see how he reacts.

“Well, there’s a lot to unpack in that sentence” he says low and quiet but without missing a beat. His midwestern accent slipping by the wayside. 

“Mm hmm,” you press your lips and your thighs together, not able to think straight when you hear his sultry baritone voice waft across the table. You fear that things will change now. 

“Let’s start here: Tell me why you feel he doesn't care about you, is he not interested in sex with you.” He takes another sip and settles down to listen. In for a penny, in for a pound. 

“Well, no, we have a decent amount of sex. I’m very accommodating, it’s sort of like a love language, I guess. But he’s like… not.”  you say, trying to be tactful. You don’t really like to smack talk your partner, you’d not want him to talk bad about you. But on the other hand, truth is truth. 

“Hmm,” Austin is leaning on his fist, a little frown on his face and lips pursed together. His long legs crossed under the table. You can see his natural mannerisms coming out now. Damn he is amazing. 

“Ok,” he leans back, hands threaded into one another on the table, “second: How long have you known?” 

You look at him with a raised eyebrow and nod your forehead to him. 

He nods back. 

“Today, during the closet cooking scene, I’m sorry my almost fainting wasn’t acting,” you laugh. “although, I thought you looked a little familiar. I thought maybe someone from college or something.”

“Wow, I made almost three whole classes!” he says laughing and leaning back towards you. 

“I haven’t told anyone, I figured you were trying to be incognito to enjoy class,  so I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I’m good at keeping secrets. I think you could keep going.” 

“Well thank you kindly ma’am.’ he says with his accent back and touching the brim of his hat, “I may just do that.”

He doesn’t ask you anything else about your bedroom problems, in fact doesn't address your partner at all. Instead he treats you like a great friend, and you, grateful that he didn’t bolt or put a wall up, treat him the same. Honestly, it’s a dream come true. You talk about the love of acting and why you both are into it. About why LA is home and what about it has shaped you. 

When the plates and plates of food arrive, you two treat it like a wine or whiskey tasting. Each of you tries a little of the same thing. There is a lot of passionate talk about what you are eating, you use words like smoky, earthy, robust, pungent, acidic, umami, and delicate.  You talk about texture and mouthfeel, aromas and memories that are brought to the forefront. Together you don’t eat a quarter of what’s in front of you. You send the rest to be boxed up. 

Then the deserts come out. You bite into the cheesecake and your eyes flitter closed. Appreciative noises float from your throat as you roll the flavors around your tongue, taking your time to really taste.When you open your eyes, Austin is watching you with a tinge of lust in his eyes and his mouth slightly open as you unwittingly sexualize cheesecake. He blinks and blows out an almost whistle.

“Damn, that must be one helluva tart,” he says almost under his breath. 

You cock one eyebrow, lick your lip and look him right in the eye, “Oh, it is.” 

His hand slides from resting on his thigh to pulling the inseam of his jeans, creating some suddenly needed space. He covers his squirming by adjusting in his seat. Well, he thinks he does. You notice every minute detail and heat rises to your face directly from your core. 

He nods his chin towards the plate, his fingers doing a little ‘come on’ curl. 

With a forkful, you reach over the desert laden table. He opens his mouth and looking you in the eye, lets you place it on his tongue like a communion wafer. The sexual tension is thick between you. He closes his eyes with an audible  Mmmm, of pleasure, nodding in agreement. You rock forward in your chair,  wondering if you are going to cum in your panties right there. By the time he opens his eyes and looks at yours, you hope your face is some semblance of ‘normal.” He just smiles at you like he knows exactly what he just did to you. 

By the end of the dinner, You have several boxes to take home, Austin has a couple sample type boxes. And somehow ends up paying for all of it despite your attempt to thwart him earlier, damn sexy gentleman. He puts your phone number in his phone and says he’ll text you. You hope to god that it’s not just a brush off. 

You drive home on fucking cumulonimbus cloud nine. With a story you’ll likely never fully tell your partner, several boxes of delicious food and a promise that ‘Jason’ will show up next week. 

Your partner is so giddy that you brought home food, that he barely hears your story about how you were out with someone in the industry that you met at class and how you were talking shop. He liked that you were making connections. You didn’t DARE tell him it was actually Austin, not yet anyway.  

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler x reader #@slowsweetlove #@purejasmine #@richardslady121 #austin butler smut

[moth-keeper]

4 new Welcome Home AUs <3

m'kay so as you so as you can see with the title I have finally decided to get out my little cave and show myself to the world!! [don't like it so far]

But any who before I start let me get this one thing straight

please and I mean PLEASE no OC x Canno

not because I'm against it. it's just i already have ships for this. But if you want you could possibly make it polly.

So let me start now.

1 . The Caribbean Casino

so this one is inspired by the songs i listen too and my grandma's home country.

so basically, this takes place in the Caribbean like Dominican Republic, Cuba, Jamica, and other islands.

so let me start off in the beginning, Welcome Home is a live TV show. it's more of a show for older audience, having adult jokes and no no words <3. they all started out as human but the show shut down after an incident...so he needed to...take their lives....but everything is okay because being puppet is better than being human!

so lets start with the performers, shall we?

Barnaby B Beagle

this silly pooch is one of the performers. Known for his humor and voice! He has two lovers [I'll tell later]. pronouns: he/him/his. He works alongside Cal [my OC], and Sally. He was an unfamous comedian before Welcome Home Welcomed him in not knowing he pretty much made a deal with the devil. the casino closed and well....he died with the memories <3.but that's okay because his new life awaits. From a charming human to a charming puppet he is today. Thats all I really have for this pooch so on to Calie/Calum!

Calie/Calum Moth

this sleepy Moth is also a performer. specially known for their tricks and a lovely singer. they're in love but doesn't know it. pronouns are: any/all. as I said before they work with Barns and Sally. they was an inventor but their creations weren't something people wanted so Welcome Home excepted them but just like everyone else they died with the ending Welcome Home show. now they perform as a fluffy moth we know and love! dose it remember they had a life before? Nope. but that's fine because they have a new one! now lets move on to our favorite star. Sally Starlet

Sally Starlet

our star of the show. of cores she has many talents but she's well known for her acting and singing [yes all the performers sing, it's their job]. she has a "joyful" partner, get it? anyways, pronouns: she/her. and i don't have to repeat who she works with. she was an actor who performed many shows but was never the main character, Welcome Home made her a star of the show...too bad he needed to take her life away. but it's all good, because that's the past, this is the now. and being human is boring anyways. I have a feeling there might be a handsome caterpillar we were waiting for ;] now time for our lovely bartender,

Howdy Pillar [I don't think i'll be able to finish this💀]

our loveable, huggable caterpillar is here. if you could name a drink they had it. known for his quick skills and kindness. he has two lovers [who will remain anonymous] and pronouns are: he/him/his. and he works alongside Lilly Lamb. [ya'll know the deal, he had a human life blah blah blah]. he was a gentleman who worked at a store, Welcome Home soon hired him and joined he casino. not knowing he was in danger if anything wrong happens. so he also dies and goes too a better place. the new and approved casino!!!

unfortunately I'm too damn tired of typing so that's all for now <3

i hope you enjoyed this while i suffered

#welcome home #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #sally starlet #Calie Moth #Calum Moth #welcome home au #The Caribbean Casino #my hands are in so much pain #but it's worth it #a little bit but still worth it #welp time to get some restless sleep #happy november #and good night #welcome home puppet show #clown shaped coffin #wally darling #juile joyful #eddie dear #frank frankly #poppy partridge

[jdscanvas]

One of the biggest Sonic the Hedgehog related injustices I can think of at the moment....

Is that neither @ponett nor @drawloverlala, as far as i know, are doing any work for SEGA on either IDW or anything related to Sonic. (Especially lala.)

When will SEGA right this wrong??

Ponett has a cutesy style that works very well for the more light hearted side of Sonic, and she made SLARPG. Lots of bright colors! (She also runs a separate blog on the Archie Sonic comics.)

Her drawings of Bunnie and Rogue are all the evidence I need of her ability to draw Sonic, honestly.

Well OK, the Sonic doodle here is pretty good evidence too....

Also her fursona even CAMEOD in IDW SONIC.

Moving onto Lala, she is one of the few artists I know that can flawlessly emulate the 60-70s anime-mixed-with-rubber-hose aesthetic that Naoto Oshima perfected with Sonic, Nights, etc while ALSO giving it a bit of her own flair. Her character designs are top notch, especially re-designs of the Archie cast.

Classic or Modern, she kills it.

Now THESE are the redesigns these Sky Patrol guys should've gotten.

She even redesigned characters like Dulcy and Lupe, who for most of their runs were blatantly not styled to look anything like Sonic, in such a way that not only did they retain their major features and proportions, but also had little extra details to help them fit into a Sonic theme without gutting them of what made their designs stand out in the first place!

Hell she even made a hypothetical Princess Sally design based on the ***original scrapped concept from SatAM's pre production***.

Also she's a big Mega Man fan.

Also she can compose a great page (from her Brotherhood's Twist fan comic).

So yeah, SEGA, IDW, why are you sleeping on these gals?

I'd hire them. No Lie. Too bad I don't have any money....

Oh and ladies? If ya'll ever make a comic book, i'll buy 5.

#sonic archie #sonic style #sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #fan art #artist appreciation

[thebrigeedadraws]

Day 17: Home

"Oh yeah, with my powers it was super easy to just pack up and move. I can get literally everything into one box."

"And there's no downside to shrinking all your stuff for so long?"

"Well, everything will automatically go back to their original sizes if I don't touch them after about 6 hours but this time last year it would've needed constant skin contact so...progress!"

"Impressive!"

"I even save on parking by keeping my car in my purse most of the time."

-Mirabel "Mitey" Simmons as she discusses powers and packing tips with her mentor Mickey "SizeMick" O'Halloran, who she was hired to eventual replace when he retires from the Big Team in Big City*

(i have neither names for the super team nor the city they operate out of so...placeholders)

ya'll voted for this

Happy Gt July everybody

#gt july #gt july 2023 #gt #gnt #giant #tiny #ocs #monthly challenge

[ecoamerica]

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

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#ACLA24 #ACLA24Leaders #youtube #youtube video #climate leaders #climate solutions #climate action #climate and environment #climate #climate change #climate and health #climate blog #climate justice #climate news #weather and climate #environmental news #environment #environmental awareness #environment and health #environmental #environmental issues #environmental justice #environment protection #environmental health #Youtube

[mmikittaa]

THE TACHER'S PET . . . jirouxfem!teacher!reader.

disclaimer !!!

some of the character are aged up -including jirou ofc, the pairing is completely legal and consensual, i don't support that type of things.

↳kyouka's p.o.v.

- ☾-

i was finishing to write my english's notes.

-hey, jirou! -kaminari said snapping me out of my thoughts.

-would you like to come with me and the others to eat? -he asked while stuffing all of his things to his backpack, i had a stressing week due to the exams we had, so that wouldn't be a bad idea, actually.

-yeah, sure. just going to finish packing my things -i answered while doing so.

-great, we'll wait for you -he finally said going to kiri's desk and sitting on it; i grabbed my bag and went with them to the said place. when we entered a guy greeted us, since it was close to the school we normally attended there to have dinner.

-yooo, kenji, how'd you doing? -Sero said sitting in one of the benches and leaving his things aside.

-i'm doing great, how are ya'll doing? there's been a lot of students that come to study here lately -Kenji, the chef and owner of the restaurant said while leaning on the counter.

-the past week has been so stressful, the school really got us busy with the exams, it's tiring -i said sitting next to Sero and placing my face on one of my hands.

the rest of the class went sat up and ordered their food happily.

-hey guys, did you know that a substitute teacher is coming? i heard Mr.Aizawa and Vlad King talking about her. -Tokoyami mentioned while eating Kirishima's fries.

-another one? last time was horrible, they didn't even knew how to teach shit -Mina whined in a complaining matter remembering the last experience we had when Mr.Aizawa was injured, we all agreed that it was not pleasant having to be eight straight hours with someone so annoying.

-nah, this one is different, i clearly heard that she just graduated from the Arts and Science school on Tokyo, so, she may be between 22 and 24 years old, kind of

-well this is going to be interesting, we're almost 18 aren't we? -Kaminari said on a joking matter

-Kami, please, don't be gross and please, don't become the teacher's pet -I said knowing him perfectly and his thoughts.

-we'll have to see her first so i can make a promise -he said laughing it out.

- ☾-

after the peaceful weekend i had, i needed to attend school again.

it'd be like any other week besides the fact that everyone was invested in the new substitute teacher Tokoyami mentioned, and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't very interested on it too. i got into the classroom and left my things in my desk while i waited for my friends to get there, and after some minutes they did too.

-do you think the new teacher will be pretty? -izuku asked as an open question with the rest of the class.

-i mean, it could be a young cool person or a boring one, we never know -katsuki said something about this subject for the first time.

-it'll most likely be the second option, the u.a only hires very special people and the image you've all imagined of her may be wrong -momo said shattering all the hopes they had, and it may sound pessimist but i'll have to agree with her on that one.

-hey, as all of you know already, we will be having a new substitute teacher, treat her well please -Mr.Aizawa said interrupting all of us after entering the classroom and motioning her to enter too.

-holy fuck -i said out loud as the so called teacher walked in.

black and shoulder length hair, a toned figure and a very very good looking young woman was definitely something no one expected to see. she left her things on the table and looked at the class, who were all on a sepulcral silence since they heard her first step in the place.

-i'm y/n l/n, and i'll be with this class for the next few months, i hope we all get along -the attractive woman introducen herself with a small smile and a raspy voice that made me gulp.

she had the first button of her black dress shirt undone, showing off the layered chains and necklaces hanging around her neck, the as well black dress pants wrapped perfectly her legs and the multiple rings and bracelets on both of her hands made a contrast on her clothes. her eyebrow piercing was shining and the snake tattoo along her arm could not go unnoticed either.

if i could describe her with a word, it would be hot.

-class, everyone get to their seats, we will be talking about something important with l/n -our homeroom teacher ordered us. everyone got to their respective places in silence still surprised and very dumbfounded.

walking to my desk, i almost fell in the process with a bag that was on the floor, looking up again to the teacher, i saw her already looking at me with a little smile preventing her to laugh.

now, this is going to be more interesting than i thought it would.

- ☾-

#kyoukajirou #jirou x reader #wlw #lesbian #teacher #mha #bnha x fem!reader

[whitherwordswither]

Logs from the Starfields, VII

Captain's Log #0.07:

Alright. Took a few off hours to recollect myself. Feelin' a little better. But… ya'll. I'm still so out of sorts from muckin' 'round on Neon. Maybe it was all the shit in the air?

I ended up back at that medical station that the doc in Neon had sent me to for supplies. Met the head lady of the place. She had some need of tissue samples from organic organisms and I just happened to have some from a recent jaunt on the surface of some planet where they were a might too friendly with their chompy parts. Another staff member gave me a data slate, said they usually deliver these to other med facilities to keep doctors abroad appraised of their work there. Looks like I was headin' back to Neon. Ugh.

I keep myself straight. In and out. I hit up the doc and pause. He's got a way to remove the alien DNA from my system. Treatment runs about 10k creds. I've saved up quite a bit, still ain't found my one-true-love ship, y'know? So, fuck it. I just ain't been feelin' right and the creds will be going to someone who could definitely put 'em to use. So I get the doc to fix me up. Does wonders for my body, but my head's still foggy like. Ah, well. Can't be right as rain all the time. I head off…

After a bit of meandering I found myself over at the Stroud-Eklund shipyard. Figure I'd check out Walter's babies. Employees are nice. Facility is pretty spiff. But. God damn, Walt. Your ships are block-ass-ugly. Who is your designer? It's like ya hired a kid who only knows how to draw boxes. Ya heard of the shape r o u n d? No? Didn't think so. I don't vibe with any of the vessels they have to offer so I chuckle to myself, shake my head and leave. I've got a side contract to take out another lawless trash goblin, anyway. So I skip over to whatever out of the way system they're haunting and erase them from the whiteboard of existence. Two of his buddies pop out from behind a smattering of asteroids and jump on me. I take one out, the small quicker little shit.

The other is in this nice sized Coyote. I manage to disable their engines and dock. Spacious ship. Anyway, I mosey on in and start blastin'. [Insert finger-gun.GIF and pew-pew-noises.wav here.] … The cargo hold on this thing is leagues deeper than the Frontier. Separate personal Captain's Locker. Shit. Everything about this bucket is bounds better than what I got. Her size is good. Her guns are great. I think… I think she might be the one. What kind of universe-may-actually-love-me turn of events is this? Did ya hear me pinin' for love, goddess?

I plop my chunk ass in the pilot seat. Ah, hell. That seals it. She's comfy too. I undock from the Frontier, then send it a series of codes to activate autopilot and tell it to head back to New Atlantis. I land on a nearby moon because I'm feelin' giddy and want to hop about in a light atmosphere for a bit. Wee-hee! …Ahem. Not a lot to survey. Four mineral resources. But there is an abandoned weapons depot in the distance! Then a familiar shoooom cuts through the atmo. I see a ship dropping down from orbit ahead. Looks pirate-y. I jog over to say hi!

Pirates alright. They immediately start hollerin' and firin' at me. I give 'em the one-finger salute as I scurry on up in to their ship and gift their pilot with a shotgun send off. Then I pause, staring at the pilot seat. Can I…? Should I…? I hop in to the seat. Not as comfy as my new girl. I get up and run back outside to tell the pirates the good news. I'll be taking their ship. They aren't happy, but they can't really complain when they're dead. Abandoned facility forgotten, I blast off. Two ships in one go? I really am in the zone today. I plot a course for New Atlantis and get my two new vessels registered. Then I sell the dinky one and take a good long look at the Coyote. She'll sell for a good amount. That'd put me a little closer to this 446k behemoth of a ship I saw over in Akila. However…

A tomb of credits later and I've got the Coyote re-painted and revived. Went with a personal deep orange/black color scheme. I don't know what it is 'bout them two colors, but they look great on a ship. And they fit 'er well. Say hello to the Tiny Pixel, everyone. Constellation won't let me yet sell off the Frontier. Guess we need it for some upcoming missions or somethin'. But, hey. I'm fine lettin' it sit in the hold.

Me and Tiny Pixel got a new fire burnin' in us. And I feel like playin' a bit of Pirate-Roulette. Maybe we'll see how many ships we can jack off these spacer asshats. Or maybe I'll take it easy, spend some time on ground surveyin' some rocks. I can do whatever I want, really.

Lets fly.

End log.

#creative writing #queer writers #writing community #sci-fi #space #starfield

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

Hi, first, I've been reading your work since maybe like 2016-2017 and I absolutely love it. I was wondering if you have any advice for writers who are trying to start writing smutty pieces... In particular, for those of us who are squeamish about using certain words or phrasing... Did you experience that/how did you get over it?

This is long as FUCK so it's all under the read more :) major apologies in advance to how much this jumps all over the place. I might be a writer, but i don't go thru asks and give 'em the old cohesion-polishing like i do for fics, sooo.... bear with me, cuz this is how i actually write/talk and its AWFUL godspeed anon xD my ask box is always open HAHA

I’m gonna walk you through my own process/how i got to do what i do as best as I can. Be forewarned that I have adhd and my pattern recognition skills play a MAJOR part in this (but I also just love the written word; always been an avid reader and i LOVE linguistics, so my explanations might be lacking but i hope not D:) and this explanation of things is gonna be one hell of a thing to try to follow xD Bear with me :D

My first piece of advice would be to read what you want to write. Devour it, pay attention to the pacing and when/where the words show up and how it engaged you as a reader (basically, reverse-engineer the process). If the fic you’re reading has thrown you out of the story (broken your suspension of disbelief→ read the article on wikipedia; this comes second nature to me as part of my film/screenwriting education but i don’t believe its widely known) then it was done wrong/wasn’t done well. Sometimes when I’m reading a fic (or re-reading my old work, cuz i have DEFINITELY done this too), there’s like… idk how to describe it properly except in like art terms: there’s no smooth blending into the erotic term usage, like its clearly delineated from from the prior bits almost feeling like there should be another paragraph or something between to make it cohesive. Like if you had to, you’d be able to point out where there could have been better blending to give you a smoother read.

Sorry im trying to explain as best i can but i know i do it weirdly and i don't fully comprehend my self ahahah

You’ve probably read stories where the word change/use is jaring, and other stories where flawless integration never makes you take particular notice or take you out of the story narrative to notice inside your head ‘oh hey wow okay then there it is then’. My guess is you’re having issues with the words cock/cunt (which is like the major hurdle in the english language when you really start doin that explicit writing UNF! :D haha). I suggest reading the crap out of a wide choice of explicit material, because it’s gonna first of all give you so much exposure to those words in general that it might help getting over the taboo feeling of writing it yourself (it also helped me that no one i knew irl read my work so i just went nuts with it and all the kinks cuz idgaf, and now that im old™, i don’t give a flying fuck what others think about me so i can get as explicitly filthy as i want, which has only made me a better writer cuz of fucking aroud and finding out haha).

Kind of think of it akin to how studying works: repetition until you know it. If you read enough of the stuff you like, you might inherently start noticing the pattern for the ‘recipe’ for a story/the instructions of ‘when’ to start using those words, so to speak (i hope this isn’t just my adhd/childhood trauma talking ahahha im good at pattern recognition for not all good reasons xD). When you go to actually write a thing yourself, you’re gonna naturally know where you want to put the stuff and when to use specific words, cuz like there’s only so many ways to write people fucking, and you’ve read it enough to be able to copy the formula without copying the work, you know? :D Kind of like the equivalent of ‘oh man i LOVE this enemies to friends to lovers trope!’; there’s a general pattern you’re expecting to see as the reader, and the writer knows the general progression of that trope to be 'enemies become friends and then become lovers', and they're the one interpreting it into a story, adding their own spice along the way :) Does that make sense?

There’s also different -subsets- of smut, which we do -not- label or differentiate, and i dont think there are words in english to actually categorize how i mean. But again using art terms, think of like… all the different colors and brightness of the color blue that exists. Neon, azure, cobalt, navy, teal, indigo, like they are and are not all ‘blue’. Smut is the same thing. Smut, ‘romance’, erotica, porn, ‘explicit’ writings are like, umbrella terms for generally the same-ish thing/expectation, but then you get into the nuance/intention behind it and how it's woven into a story, but they'll all be called 'blue' in this allegory. I really don’t know how to explain it if you haven’t devoured a fuckton of books to really understand genres, but like in ‘romance’ novels, you’ll very rarely see the word ‘cock’ (well, i haven’t read a new book in ages so maybe its different nowadays idk but you wouldn’t really encounter that word in a victorian romance novel anyways cuz it doesn’t fit the aesthetic-- and your character's voices/personalities definitely have influence on how/when to use things) and definitely never see the word ‘cunt’ unless the book you’re reading is meant to be jerk-off material for lack of a better word. Idk honestly i haven’t read too much material with ‘cunt’ in it and i have mixed feelings about reading it cuz i feel it hasn’t been done super well in material i have read, and also the fact it’s like the SUPER pejorative for demeaning women and i’ve got a LOT of anger where that comes in….sooo i won’t be the best resource for that in particular, but the same thing stands in just devouring the type of content you want to write/getting used to it :) I personally haven't read enough erotica where 'cunt' is used successfully, so i can't speak to that as easy as i can 'cock haha

OF COURSE this will also be different depending where you are in the world xD When i lived in australia, i had no problem calling my mates ‘cunts’ on the daily, but back in the states its like HOOO NOPE. So… yeah its kind of hard for me to generalize while being specific, but in terms of how -I- manage it….. Yeah xD Maybe if i was still in australia, then i wouldn't care about using 'cunt' in erotica, but- for lack of a better term- when i read 'cunt' it cunt-punts me right out of the story and breaks the fourth wall for me HAHAHA

Hell, sometimes in explicit erotica you won’t even see the word ‘cock’ used at all (not like the writer is particularly avoiding it in favor of like… idfk, ‘shaft’ or some nonsense) but a piece of writing can be -plenty- explicit without ever using it. I’m not sure how other people’s brains work, but if you can imagine the story while reading, and simultaneously being conscious of -how- they’re writing, it’ll help. In my head when I do this, it’s like there are two brains- the one imagining the story as i’m taking the words in, and the one that is analyzing the writing style/figuring out where the story might be going while i read it… i think this is an adhd thing tho cuz sometimes i watch two movies at once and im fully following both because its too boring/slow for me to sit still thru otherwise and i can’t pay attention :/ Similar skill to needing to listen to music while doing work.

I think maybe I can illustrate the 'learn while you read' best in terms of, sometimes I’ll be reading and find errors in others’ fics where it’s not a spelling error, so spellcheck doesn’t catch it, but you’ll see an extraneous word not needed in the sentence, and you know that ‘OH they were gonna write this sentence this way but changed it before they published it'. Like, it helps you get inside other people’s heads/how they write. For example in omegaverse fics, i’ll see “the omega he sat down” or some shit, where there’s a line break so it wasn’t caught by the writer, and they went in and chose the pronoun instead of using the noun cuz maybe they wrote ‘omega’ so many damn times that it became repetitive so they went and fixed it but forgot to delete the noun. Same with just descriptors like, “He The taller man stood up” ← you don’t need both ‘he’ and ‘the taller man’, and thanks to it being something the writer missed, you can learn -how- they were writing/possibly infer what their reasoning might’ve been, since its very rare to read fic rough drafts before they go thru the polishing stage and we as readers don’t get to compare the before and after :) …fuck i hope this is making sense on some level or any of these examples are getting through xD

There are also different word frequency uses for the different subsets of smut. Like, 'dirty' and 'filthy'; the connotations are different and hold different judgment/weight. There's plenty of erotica that doesn't use anything explicit, but every time i read "spread your legs" im like HOOO YEAH GET IT xD Does that make sense?

I tend to write Jack saying 'dick' if he's speaking, but as the narrator of the story, -I- will use 'cock' to describe what's going on if needed. Being true to your characterizations also helps add that depth and blending to the fic.

(also, i was gonna try to find more examples inside my own work to just like, point out to you, but i realized while im working that i can just tell you what i was doing, and you can go through certain works of mine that you like/you're familiar with in order to tear it apart to understand the pieces better; Go choose whichever E-rated fic of mine or whoever's that does the smut the way you want to try to do it/the 'recipe' you want to try, find the first instance of using the word 'cock' in the fic- which will be more prevalent in my later work than earlier- and read the bits leading up to that usage, noting any other particular words that fed into the scenario i.e. any words that, in public, the average person would probably lower their voice to say.... it's a good indicator haha)

In Breaking and Entering, they're talking about sex in the beginning, which has set the bar where it is in terms of what words i can start using writing. Nothing particularly dirty there just yet, even tho we know the topic is fucking (also, using the word 'fucking' helps get those C-words in!! xD). Then we get down to "Nisha devoured his mouth" which paints a certain picture instead of like, "kissed him deeply" or something. Use those $20 words! This is shortly followed by “How’d you like a blowjob, baby?”, which like, you'd never see in a 'romance' novel, but is right at home in Smutsville. If those subsets of smut were on a venn diagram, the word 'blowjob' would belong to the 'cock/cunt' circle, paving the way by nuance to drop a "cock" in there after that when I please :) We're already in that 'realm' of words, so no problem, and it's not jarring to the reader. 'devoured' 'blowjob' 'fucking' subtlety lets the reader know where we stand in terms of getting rather explicit. Going Off Script is pretty horny right from the get-go, and i could drop the cock-bomb in there any time I pleased vs. like maybe one of my longer fics like All Sales Final where I don't even use the word 'cock' until chapter 6. There's definitely differences in writing craft with one-shots and longer fics too, but just to give some examples :)

If you think of writing smut kind of like a set of stairs, and certain words belong to certain steps, then it makes it easier if you climb those steps consecutively instead of skipping from the first step (idk... 'romance words' for example) to the last step (the 'cock' step HAHA). It will be less jarring for the reader, giving a smoother reading experience while keeping them immersed, thus boosting your confidence, and taking less issue with using those taboo words at all :) I have gotten a LOT of comments from people who never liked omegaverse/rhack/etc before reading my work but then they did, and im crediting that to the fact that it was done in this tiered sort of method. It was a super squick for them, major turnoff (hell, i used to be in that category, and those kinds of thoughts were only reinforced by reading material that did it poorly or pacing was just super awkward/unrealistic, making me enjoy the genre even less) but because of the way i handled it, they like it now :) It might help to be coming from that other side, because you're very aware of what you don't like about the subject matter, and that awareness helps you choose which words to use/which words fits best for what you're trying to convey. You can also use a beta to check your stuff if you want :) Someone you trust and who has time/interest to do it can be a great help on your way to gaining confidence (i have rejection sensitive dysphoria and hyper-independence thanks to the adhd/childhood neglect, so i absolutely do not use betas and the suggestion also makes me angry... but this isn't my therapy hour rn HAHAHA but i found that kind of thing very helpful in college english classes during a time before automatic spell-check existed, and while i was still a relatively new writer. i've been writing for decades now tho xD)

I will add a caveat to everything by saying that i edit HEAVILY. Like i spend a LOT of time making sure things are perfect. I edit so damn heavily that I have a shitton of fics back here that i am NOT uploading yet because i'm aware of how much still needs to be written, but also how long the task of 'blending' the smoothness is gonna take to make a smooth reading experience. I might have a lot of fic out thanks to hyperfocus, but the editing and rewrites and deliberation on what words to use/phrases/deleting sentences/putting them back UGH It's like juggling, or maybe better, plate-spinning xD Keep the story interesting, move the plot forward, make it relatable, don't break the reader's suspension of disbelief, write some delicious fucking, keep track of the positions they're in, keep it sexy and believeable, etc XD HAHAHA

Also: WRITE WHAT YOU LIKE. If you find it sexy/write it in a way that pleases you, then it will resonate with your readers as well :) You're not writing for EVERYONE. It's impossible to please everyone, but humans aren't so different from one another to not have the same kinks/turn-ons/likes. You'll be okay :) And if you're nervous of attaching your name to it, make a throwaway account, or publish anonymously, or sideblog, or whatever :) That's what this account was for me when i first got into the Smuttening™, and seven years later, i could truly give less of a fuck. There are always weirder more extreme kinks than anything you'll be into, so go wild and be brave :D It took me over a million words to get where i am now, and it doesn't happen all at once, so don't fear, and don't judge yourself against others if its not happening as fast as you want it to or it's just not there yet. There's plenty of my own fics that can be jarring with the sudden 'cock' in your face (LOL) without using words from that circle. I couldn't tell you which ones off the top of my head since i have over 186 fics up, but i have DEFINITELY done it, but since i can recognize it, i've been able to learn from it :)

okay ive rambled enough jfc i hope this made some sense on some level x_x May one of my insane examples hit home HAHA and if not, or you want elaboration, i think i could probably do that xD my ask box is always open :3

...cockity cocks and a big ol' cunt-punt! :D XD

#poisonjack answers #i wont lie that it helps me get over my squeamishness by SERIOUSLY making me laugh... find your laughter anon xD #BELIEVE IN YOURSELF CUZ I BELIEVE IN YOU.... something something Jack would say xD #yeah but if you want any elaboration over the incoherent examples here lke venn diagram shit... hit me up xD #this is what my writing looks like before its been thru a hundred edits BAHAHA just... ramblin #im not even stoned ya'll... just unfiltered me T_T AHAHAHA #when i interned in beverly hills in college i asked a friend if he'd PLEASE PLEASE REFER ME I NEED THE CREDITS #and he was like Well yeah of course i will. What do you think i'd say? 'Nah dont hire her. She's a cunt' xDDD #okay it was funnier the WAY he said it too like me and my sisters have been quoting him for 12 years now xD YOU CAN DO IT ANON

[imajinxnation]

You know what I realized that in the world of league of legends there's fucking demons and supernatural beings already so I gotta ask for Viktor, Vi, and jinx with a werewolf s/o how would that be like

Werewolf S/O - Arcane Headcanon

Warning: Fluff and a bit of Smut

This is a very cool idea!

Also I think a request of yours got deleted when I was in a panicked state last night, if you remember what it was, feel free to ask it again!

Viktor

Honestly he was a bit scared when he first found out.

After you explained to him everything, he was fascinated by you.

He has a craving to do tests on you but doesn't want to ask because he doesn't want to be rude.

Basically has his own personal body guard now.

Like if anyone even tries to do anything to him, you straight up growl at them.

They fuck off REAL quick.

When you're in your wolf form, he tends to pet you a lot, which you obviously don't mind.

You're wolfly instincts come into play a lot, meaning you are protective of him.

Extra protective cause of his condition.

Viktor better watch out because wolves have mating season.

He gonna get fucked A LOT during that time.

Vi

Likes the fact that she doesn't have to protect you all the time.

Even though she knows she doesn't have to protect you, she still gets defensive if anything happens or is said about you.

You like the fact that she is such a strong woman, and that you know she can defend herself.

But there are some things that even Vi can't do, so she'll leave you to do what she needs if she can't.

Like if she's knows she's gonna lose in a fight, she doesn't even have to ask you to step in for her.

You tear those bitches apart for messing with your girl.

She'd probably baby talk you when in wolf form.

As for mating season, she is more than happy to help you, no matter how long it takes.

She might need a break or two though.

Jinx

Let's be honest, Silco heard about you and hired you to be her personal guard and Jinx and you ended up falling in love with each other.

Of course Jinx knew about what you were, and she would always try to get to you so you would show her what you could do.

It never got to you, but when ya'll were in danger and Jinx was helpless, you fucking lost it.

You ended up killing all the enemies in your wolf form.

By the end of your freak out, you were back in human form, blood from the enemies covered your teeth and mouth.

With the adrenaline still kicking, your eyes were still a bright gold colour.

Jinx applauded you and thanked you with her everything for keeping her safe.

Now, during mating season, Jinx had no idea what mating season was, but when you explained it to her, she was like, "oh, so we gonna get freaky, are we?"

She knew mating season would be intense, but she didn't realize how long it would last.

She loved it though.

#arcane #arcane imagine #arcane imagines #arcane jinx #arcane preference #arcane preferences #jinx imagine #jinx x reader #league of legends #vi imagine #viktor imagine #viktor x reader #vi x reader #arcane x reader

[pipsipey17]

A Hired Thief Part 2 (Lady Dimitrescu x Female Reader )

Ya'll asked for a part 2 so here it is!!

Here's part 1 if you haven't read it yet!

It was already the next day and you started to prepare yourself for your meeting with Alcina. You wore your usual button up but white this time, some black jeans and black boots, your hair was down so the waves of your hair were flowing nicely.

You were now on your way to the office of "Trandafiri Negrii" which is surprisingly not that far, as you were driving your motorcycle, your thoughts wandered off to the heated kiss you shared with Alcina. God, she was such a good kisser, like she has done it a million times. Your thoughts suddenly became erotic so you shook your head and scolded yourself.

You finally arrived and parked you motorcycle by the entrance and you were greeted by a man wearing a suit, "Miss Y/N L/N?" "yes? that's me." you said a bit startled "Lady Dimitrescu is waiting for you in her office, please, come with me." the man said and you nodded in response.

You arrived to her office and the man knocked on the door, "My Lady, Miss Y/N is here." "Send her in, Alex." God, her voice already sent shivers to you. The man opened the door for you and you thanked him, then he shut the door behind you.

You looked at Alcina and she was facing the window, smoking her cigarette using her lonv holder, probably puffing a smoke while waiting for you. "I honestly didn't expect you to come, but it seems like I made sure you didn't have a choice last night~" she chuckled then she faced you

Your eyes widen to the view, she may be wearing a black blazer but she was wearing a red pantsuit with nothing underneath it, exposing her huge bosom more. She saw you staring which made her smirk.

"Take a seat darling." Alcina said as she gestures to the seats that were in front of her desk, and she sat in her chair as well leaning a bit forward to expose her cleavage to you more.

"First of all my lady, how did you know about me?" you asked as she pours you and herself some wine

"I have my ways darling, I already know everything about you." Alcina said as she hands you your wine

"Really? What do you know about me then?" you asked

"You are hired by known people to steal important information or sometimes, you steal valuable items from companies. You are also a hired gunman and you are the one who killed the onwer of one the companies I'm opposing against, I must thank you for that." she said as she raised her glass at the end

"So you've really done your research, excellent job." you said sarcastically, "what do you need me for anyways?"

"You see, an important jewelry has been stolen from me a few days ago. The Dimitrescu family heirloom, I'm sure you've heard of it since you're the one who stole it." Her last statement made you choke but made her laugh, "H-how did you know?"

"Like I said, I have my ways, and I also learned that it was my idiotic brother Karl Heisenberg who ordered you to steal it."

"So he's your brother? Well tell him he still owes me some money since he didn't meet the end of the deal." you said as you crossed your arms

"Why would I do that? You don't work for him anymore, you work for me now and I will pay you highly if you succeed." Alcina said then you felt her foot on your leg slowly going up your to your thigh.

"So I steal back your heirloom and then what?"

"I will also make you my personal assistant and my bodyguard, since you have the skills to be qualified to become one." she suddenly pulled your tie making your face inches away from each other.

"And if you don't mind, I'll be stealing your heart as well~" she chuckled

She let go of you and she stood up then took off her blazer revealing her muscular arms, your eyes followed her as she approached the door locking it, which made you gulp.

She straddled you again making you eye her sort of exposed bosom, she placed her thumb on your lips and she slowly leans in to kiss you, her tongue was immediately seeking entrance and you accepted.

She starts to unbutton you blouse while kissing you filled with lust and longing. You pulled away from the kiss and she said "Shall we continue where we left off?"

#re village #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader