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i am going to absolutely devour this

NERD PROJECT . . . 1k special

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ nerd!zayne x playgirl!reader

— why do young people go to college? to party and fuck, obviously. at least that’s your holy gospel. alcohol tastes better than regrets and dicks are easier than exams. the “sluthouse” group chat is on fire 24/7, girls keeping track of hookups like fantasy football stats. everyone’s on a mission to score points for banging specific types. but the crown jewel? a 5000-point prize for whoever deflowers the campus nerd: zayne.

he's not just any nerd—he’s built like a greek god in bad jeans, with a mind sharp enough to tear through astrophysics but a mouth that rarely says a word outside equations.

he rejects advances like he’s dodging viruses. a challenge? absolutely. a risk? maybe.

a guaranteed win? if you play it right.

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comment to be added in the taglist • add age somewhere in your bio cuz no minors plz • expect one chapter per week • playlist link takes you to sportify

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EP 001 ♡ WRONG EQUATION, RIGHT CURVES

nerd!zayne is the kind of man who breathes physics and exhales rejection. he’s buttoned-up, glasses low on his nose, and looks at your cleavage like it’s an unsolvable math problem. you try once. twice. thrice. he dodges like you’re contagious.

“i don’t associate with distractions,” he says, adjusting his specs, eyes glued to his notes. nerd!zayne studies under the tree at exactly 4PM. drinks sugary matcha lattes. goes to tutoring sessions he could teach better himself. and he doesn’t party.

cue Sylus—your on-and-off fuckbuddy and the campus’s chaos dealer. he’s the reason zayne even shows up at the party. two shots later and nerd!zayne is on the dancefloor like he just discovered gravity doesn't apply to his hips. he’s flustered, swaying, stuttering.

you pull him into the bathroom.

EP 002 ♡ GLORY HOLE

the rumor’s been going around for months—somewhere near the men's restroom in the bio building, there's a glory hole. a stress-relief station. anonymous, filthy, and legendary.

nerd!zayne isn't the type to give in to base desires... right?

but the humiliation of what happened in the bathroom has stuck with him. he’s not sleeping. he’s frustrated. and one day, against all logical processes, he finds himself walking toward that very wall. he doesn’t know the girl on the other side is you. you and the sluthouse girls take turns there, finding easier targets and racking up points.

but when it’s zayne’s turn, he’s shy, unsure. his hips twitch as your tongue starts working, and the moment he moans—it clicks. you know that sound. he begs under his breath, one hand fisting the wall. he’s trying so hard to keep it together.

you make sure he doesn’t.

EP 003 ♡ NERD PROJECT

the gods have a sense of humor. or maybe it’s karma. you’re paired up with zayne for the biggest group project of the semester.

nerd!zayne looks at you like you’re the apocalypse in fishnets. first day of research? he’s speedwalking down the hall, trying to escape. but the professor won’t let him switch. he ends up working with you in the library, sitting two meters away, flinching when you lean forward to show your notes (or your cleavage).

you’re relentless. you're touchy, suggestive, teasing—because 5000 points is 5000 points. but zayne breaks first. he kisses you like he’s trying to shut you up and bends you over between rows of unread textbooks.

nerd!zayne fucks like he calculates—hard, precise, and deeply focused.

you expected virgin fumbling. instead, you’re clawing at the bookshelves as he fucks you dumb. he doesn't just take you—he studies you. and he makes damn sure you never underestimate nerds again.

EP 004 ♡ BAD TIMING

nerd!zayne is addicted now. every free moment, you’re sneaking into his dorm, getting railed on equations and chemistry homework. this time, it's his bed—your legs over his shoulders, your moans bouncing off the walls.

but in your fog of lust, neither of you remembers one crucial detail: his roommate, Greyson.

the door creaks open mid-thrust. cue traumatized Greyson standing there, mouth agape, holding a plastic bag of noodles and witnessing you bounce on his best friend’s cock like it’s your job.

you freeze. zayne’s sweating and panting. Greyson is blinking like he’s buffering. you offer him to join. he doesn’t say no.

EP 005 ♡ RECALCULATING DESIRE

the nerd wants more—and he's starting to act like it.

nerd!zayne starts showing up outside your classes, waiting around awkwardly like he accidentally ended up there. he’s not even trying to deny it anymore. he needs you—physically—but now something else is burning in his brain. it’s not just lust, it’s obsession. he’s studying you like a subject: what makes you tick, what makes you moan, what makes you beg.

you call it cock-drunk behavior. but zayne? he's recalculating. and this time, you’re the one getting overwhelmed when he ties you up with his physics lab cords and whispers formulas against your neck while making you cum over and over.

the nerd’s evolving—and it’s scary hot.

EP 006 ♡ DATA LEAK

someone from the “sluthouse” gc leaks the scoreboard—and your name is next to zayne’s. drama explodes.

everyone knows you’ve been fucking the nerd—and worse, they know you haven’t gotten your 5000 points yet. zayne sees the leaked messages. sees how the whole thing started as a game. and for a moment, you think it’s over.

but nerd!zayne just smiles, slowly, darkly. “if i’m worth that many points, maybe i should make you work harder.”

and now, he’s turning the tables. he's not letting you leave his dorm without earning every bit of that 5000. a punishment scene follows—spanking, orgasm denial, sensory overload, and a whole lot of moaning his name like you forgot who started this game in the first place.

EP 007 ♡ NERD RAGE

zayne finds you with sylus again, and this time, he doesn’t take it lightly. maybe it wasn’t anything serious, but seeing you laughing on sylus’s lap lights a fire inside zayne.

he’s not a possessive guy by nature—but he’s been rewired now. he grabs you when no one's looking, dragging you into the nearest classroom, shoving your panties aside and fucking you like he's angry at you and for you.

“you wanna act like a slut? fine. but you’re my slut now.”

he marks you—physically. leaves handprints on your thighs, bites on your shoulders, hickeys on your chest. zayne doesn’t want to be a one-time challenge anymore. he wants ownership.

EP 008 ♡ GROUP CHAT LOCKDOWN

the sluthouse girls are freaking out—zayne’s turned the entire game upside down. the girls in the gc are panicking because you’re off the grid. your name hasn’t updated. there’s a rumor you’re dating him now.

but truth? nerd!zayne has literally hacked your devices, cut you off from the chat, and is keeping you all to himself. it’s a forced little “vacation”—you, locked up in his room over the weekend.

he brings you food, water, and dick. over and over. you stop thinking about points, parties, or anyone else.

he’s overstimulating you like he’s trying to erase the memory of everyone who came before him. and it’s working.

© 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ; don't copy translate or feed to ai

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Love In The Moonlight

Pairing: Alucard x f!chubby!reader

CW: unprotected sex, piv sex, vaginal fingering, praise, probably oc Alucard (still learning how to write him), written with chubby reader in mind but anyone can read, reader referred to as "pretty girl", lotus position, afab reader, aftercare at the end, sort of abrupt ending

Genre: smut with fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: just praciting being more descriptive and trying to figure out how to write endings! any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome ^^

!!Minors Do Not Interact!!

The moon hung heavy in the sky, large and brightly shining down on the shadowed earth below. Rays of light danced through the open window of your bedroom, a light breeze making the sheer curtains billow and sway. You laid upon a large bed, body bare and aching with want as your lover straddled over you, his back bent over as golden hair tickled over your skin. His lips were so close to your trembling flesh, hot breath brushing across your stomach as he slowly trailed upwards to your shoulders, pressing his nose to your skin and inhaling deeply, a low growl working in his throat as he smelled your arousal, thick and heady in the room even with the window open. It was sweetness incarnate to him, settling over his senses like a thick syrup.

A shudder ran down your spine as he nuzzled his nose against the crook of your neck, lips pressing the barest hints of a kiss as he inhaled greedily, his hips already working against your plush thigh with faltering undulations. You could feel the warm press of him against your skin, throbbing and slick with weeping precum. The feel of his hardness makes you pulse in response, leaking slick arousal as he wedges a knee between your legs for more stability. His fangs scrape along your neck as he drags his mouth upwards, sucking harshly behind your ear as his hands press firmly into the mattress beside your head, fully caging you under the firm press of his body.

Your body arches in pleasure as his teeth nip and bite at that sensitive spot that never failed to make you tremble, your breath stuttering and hitching. With a whine you roll your hips against his knee, mouth falling open as your head drops back from the hot pleasure licking up your spine. He nearly snarls as you writhe under him, desperate for your lover to be inside of you, filling the gaping emptiness. You feel raw, electrified, as one of his hands reach down to meet your sopping wetness, fingers gliding through slick folds before curling inside with a lewd noise that makes him chuckle low in his throat.

“Shit… You're so wet for me, my love.. Sopping.. Is that for me? Tell me it's for me,” he groans, his thumb already finding its way to your bud to press down firmly.

A choked moan leaves your throat, breathy and needy as he curls his fingers just right, stroking against that sensitive pad inside of you that shoots tingles of ecstasy through your body. Your hips jerk up as you reach for his body, nails sinking into his shoulders as you nod. “Yes… It's all for you.. Only you.”

Alucard snarls in approval, his mouth finding yours by instinct. It was hot and breathless, more teeth clacking than anything as the two of you panted into each other's mouth, desperate to be close to the other. It was as if you were trying to touch each other's souls. He leaned down on his forearm to curl a hand in your hair, drawing you as close as he possibly could, wanting to devour you. Your nose nudged his and you could feel his smile as you cupped his jaw, your lips smacking against his as if you couldn't bear to be apart.

A fire was lit in the lower part of your belly, burning and flickering as Alucard nipped at your lip with his fangs, ever so careful to avoid splitting the delicate skin. No matter what you've said to him, he refuses to partake in your blood, finding you far too precious to him to carelessly spill your life's essence into his cursed maw. You were his light, his reason to keep going. If he could help himself, he would rather not bring harm to you even if you desired it. Still, not even he could resist the vampiric temptation of dragging his fangs over your skin and tasting the saltiness of your sweat.

You were left panting when he finally pulled away, choosing instead to lick down your body until he was able to tug a pert nipple into his mouth, immediately nipping at the bud and listening as you hissed from the sting, soothing the burn with a few laps of his tongue. Mewling, you squirmed and arched against his body, that curling heat growing in your core as his fingers steadily pumped and filled the room with the lewd sounds of your needy pussy. It was nearly overwhelming as his thumb flicked at your clit insistently, pressing and toying as the pressure built inside of you. He pulled away from your breast to coo soft words at you, fangs glinting in the dim light as he grinned down at you.

“Oh there you go.. Shhh, what a good girl for me. I know, my love.” Your body trembled with your orgasm as he cooed, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against your cheek as you whimpered and cried out, your hips jerking sporadically.

Alucard pulled his hand away and lapped at his fingers, groaning as the taste of you danced on his tongue, thick and lingering. Just the sight alone had you squirming again as he finally leaned back to sit. He gathered you in his arms, gently tugging you to sit in his lap and coaxing your legs to wrap around his hips. He held you steady as your arms wound around his neck, your body slumping into his as he dropped his head onto your shoulder. He slid his hand down between your bodys and gripped himself firmly, notching the blunt head of his cock at your sopping hole.

Your breath caught as he slowly pushed in, undulating his hips to roll each inch deeper into your cunt. He wasn't so long as he was thick, stretching your poor pussy wide until you weren't sure if he was going to split you open or not. Alucard gently shushed you as he bottomed out inside of your gummy walls, moaning as you fluttered around him tightly. It took every bit of his self control not to fully rock his hips against yours, giving you a chance to get accustomed to the large stretch. You panted and huffed, pressing your forehead to his collarbones.

“It's alright, pretty girl, I got you.” He gently ran his hands over your wide hips and back, pressing in and massaging as he waited for you to give him the go ahead to move. He could every flutter of your walls as you squirmed in his lap, your breath wafting over his chest.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you nodded your head for him to move, immediately gasping as his hips shifted, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your g-spot. It hadn't taken him very long to map out the most erogenous spots of your body. He was someone born from parents of intelligence, thirsting for knowledge from a young age, and you were the knowledge he craved to know the most about. He wanted to know exactly what made you tick and come undone in his arms. He wanted you trembling in pleasure and unable to move once he was done with you, laying flushed and panting beneath his body.

Alucard shifted beneath you, hips rolling against yours, the blond curls of his pubic hair grinding against your throbbing clit and providing the stimulation you needed to clench around him. Your hands traced mindless patterns down his back, nails occasionally sinking in when he hit a particularly pleasant spot inside of you. Pulling back, you glanced into his eyes, his pupils swallowing any color that had been left. The two of you leaned in unconsciously until you were breathing the same air, foreheads pressed together while you rolled your hips and grinded down. His hands never went far from your body, always tracing and feeling, never wanting to know a reality in which he did not have you in his arms.

His hips stuttered as your walls pulsed and clenched around him, so so close to a second orgasm. “Shit.. Please, Alucard.. I wanna cum..” You grasped at his shoulders, his hair, lips brushing against his as you panted into his mouth.

His lips twitched in a smile, his hand sliding up to wrap around your waist, the other moving to thumb over your hard nipple. “Go ahead, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum around my cock,” he panted, tilting his head to press his lips against the corner of your mouth.

At his words the internal flame in your belly flared, heat pooling low as your hips jerked with your release, pussy spasming around him. Your breathy whines blessed his ears as he spilled inside you, rolling his hips to pump his seed as deeply as he could. You were breathless and tired by the time he was finished, groaning quietly as he gently shifted his hips. His arms wrapped around you firmly, keeping you tucked against his body, his lips brushing against your shoulder as he pressed delicate kisses, all the while murmuring soft words of affection and praise.

“Thank you, pretty girl. You were so good for me, so beautiful. I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear, pressing his head against yours. You gave him a tired smile and mumbled back your own words of love, eyelids already slipping closed.

He huffs a breathy laugh and kisses your forehead before gently maneuvering your body so you are laying in the soft sheets, stepping out of the room to get a damp cloth. You laid sprawled on the bed as he cleaned you off, kissing along your hips and thighs. A shudder ran down your spine as his lips tickled your skin before he finally pulled away to toss the cloth aside and curl beside you, wishing you a goodnight.

The two of you closed your eyes and curled against each other, the soft rays of moonlight illuminating the curves of your bodies as you slept, chests softly rising and falling.

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surely most pro heroes have a suit fetish. all that nylon and spandex and rubber must feel really good to the touch. they have quickies in full hero regalia because it scratches the right itch for their hero persona

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the way this would stun me, but like… yeah ok

simon being the most unsubtle, blunt man on the planet telling his tattoo artist she might as well “write her initials” because he’s got a ring in his pocket that’s her size. and a dick that he’ll make her size, too.

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this keeps popping up on here and on twitter and i hate it 😭🤧

everyone is actually so happy and living in bliss 🙂‍↔️

He was an experience but she was his everything

I hate this ending, I hate it, I hate it, I HATE IT, but the ANGST… [combusts]

Anyways this will be the last angst I make abt homicipher, expect full fluff and beds-and-roses from now on. I need to cheer up my ghost househusband.

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The Winner Takes it All, part 1.

( part 2 is out now. )

Synopsis: You look like the MC, and you actually remember bits and pieces of the myth (not all.) But MC finally shows up, with no memory, and Sylus can’t help but be drawn in. What will happen?

Note: I haven’t written anything in like a month so go easy on me 😅 I also am not beta-read, I just need Sylus simping and begging for forgiveness…

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Two years ago. The little reminder flits across the screen.

But nonetheless, you sit in your shared apartment -- alone with a glass of wine. No missed calls, no texts.

You weren’t sure when it started. Probably the first time he saw her. She looked just like you. You — just like her. You didn’t think anything would shake how Sylus saw you. His princess. But she obviously did. He found himself torn -- were you his sorceress? Or was this woman?

When you do finally get a message from Sylus, it’s enough to make your heart drop. “I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up.”

No mention of the anniversary. Being sneaky, you decide to tap and see where he is. Linkon? Another few tabs and you see the feed of a sidewalk -- with him and Miss Hunter chatting. Your eyes close, your fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose. You feel your hands tighten around the stem of your wine glass until it shatters. You didn’t even feel the glass dig into your skin -- just the blood trickling down your wrist.

She’s wearing your smile. The smile that you give him. And he’s looking at her like she’s you. And as your doppelganger, she’s probably close.

As you treat your wound, you can’t help it. Tears overflow as blood washes out into the porcelain sink.

You’d promised yourself after how your father treated your mother that you’d never let yourself feel this way. Unloved. Don’t get you wrong -- if it had been this once, you probably wouldn’t have cared. But the fact of the matter -- this is the third time. You’d been keeping count.

So you call.

Once. No answer.

Twice. No answer.

By the third unanswered call, your hands tremble. The broken wine glass sits untouched beside you, the clock ticking in mockery. You stare at the phone screen, willing his name to appear, but nothing. Just silence. The kind that suffocates. The kind that makes decisions for you.

“If I’m not your little bird, then fine,” you say, grinding your teeth. You make one more call, this time to your best friend. She answers on the second ring and it’s not long before you’ve made your decision -- you’re leaving.

* * *

He’d call you as soon as he dropped her off.

He promised himself that. And while Sylus had a great memory, he suddenly had a nagging feeling that he was forgetting something. But he ignores the phone in his pocket as he listens to the woman next to him. Miss Hunter.

He can’t lie and say he doesn’t feel the attraction. But what happened? Why was she here if you were too? And which one was his princess? Which one was the one he was bonded to? He’d never had this linkage bond with you -- no, that only happened with this hunter. That…looked exactly like you.

The phone is ringing again, and Miss Hunter tilts her head. “Aren’t you going to answer that? Might be one of your henchmen.” She teases.

So he glances -- seeing your name, his fingers hover over the screen before pushing decline. “It’s not important right now.” And he shoots the simple text: Don’t wait up.

Walking her upstairs, Miss Hunter turns to face him. “Well, thanks for the ride… maybe you aren’t the monster everyone says you are.”

His lips stretch up in a smile. The words make him feel warm -- the way that for the longest time only you could do. “Careful, kitten. I might think you're softening up on me.”

“Never,” is all Miss Hunter says, before disappearing into her apartment.

He’s almost on his motorcycle when he gets another call. He answers it without looking, convinced it’s you again. “Hello, my little bird,” his voice says softly. The familiarity is settling in now that he knows he can talk to you -- something absent with Miss Hunter. In a way, he can recognize that Miss Hunter will never be able to give him that. But he has to know why she’s here. Why does she exist when you’re right there?

But it’s not your voice that replies. “Oh -- no, it’s Luke, boss. I thought you and the Missus were out on your anniversary date. I was calling --”

Sylus’ grip on his handlebars tightens. “What?” he nearly growls. The blood in his veins turns ice-cold. His knuckles go white, the rich and expensive leather groaning under the pressure. His breath catches in his throat, heart slamming against his ribs. He forgot. Fuck, he forgot. The realization crashes into him like a freight train, knocking the air from his lungs.

“Oh, I just saw the date on your calendar --”

“I’ll call you back,” he snarls.

Sylus knows as soon as he gets past the second ring that you aren’t going to pick up the phone. You never let it ring longer than that. But just in case, he waits until you let it go to voicemail. And then he calls again. And again. If he was a normal man, he’d be a little embarrassed to call so much -- but he wasn’t normal and he didn’t care.

By the tenth call, he’s gripping the device tightly. “'Pick up. Please, my little bird. Pick up.” The call goes to voicemail. Again. His chest tightens. He feels it now—the absence of you. And for the first time, he's truly afraid.

And for a moment, he wondered if he’d panic this much if it was Miss Hunter who was upset. Would he be upset if she was mad at him? Finally, he leaves a message: “Little bird, call me please. You know we need to talk about this.”

You’ll call him back with that. He was almost certain. But as he got closer and closer to your shared apartment, it became clear that you weren’t going to call. And all it did was give him time to think. And he came to the conclusion that you had every right to be pissed.

But he had no idea how pissed you were until he unlocked your shared front door -- and it’s all gone.

Not the furniture, no. But your favorite cardigan by the door? Gone. Your mail slot? Your name was ripped off, and only Sylus’ remained. The further he got into the apartment, the more he noticed was gone. Your brush, your blankets. Each missing item was a knife in his heart.

“Little bird?” He called out, holding onto a shred of hope before noticing a note on the bed. His red eyes narrow, stepping softly toward it.

And the words are enough to make him ball the note into a crumbled mess, and throw it against the wall with a snarling yell:

Sylus,

I don’t know how to write this. But as the weeks have passed since you met my doppelganger, I’ve realized there’s really nothing I can do to compete with myself. I thought our history was enough -- but I guess I can’t win against fate. My only wish is you would have let me know before I dug my claws in.

Like you’d know, my dragon, it hurts to pull them back out. And it hurts even more to see the open wound I left -- I am not sure if it will stop bleeding out.

Take care of yourself,

Your Little Bird

Y/N

The words you wrote echo in your voice in his head. He could see the teardrop stains marking the paper. Little scratch marks -- like you hesitated. And he’s hit with the feeling -- maybe if he’d just answered sooner, he could have stopped this.

And -- how stupid could he have been to pay so little attention that he missed your anniversary? And how stupid was he for still feeling conflicted about Miss Hunter?

But the strongest feeling was this: he needed to see you again. The possibility of not seeing you again… that was enough to make him never visit Linkon again.

* * *

It’s been two weeks since you left. You weren’t from the N109 Zone and you weren’t from Linkon -- so he’d crossed that off his list. But you weren’t in your hometown either. Sylus rode his motorcycle through your old stomping grounds -- and it brought him some comfort to be here. In your home -- since you’d fled the one you’d shared together.

His phone rings -- Miss Hunter.

And surprisingly -- he doesn’t answer.

Because a better notification comes up from Luke and Kieran.

“Hey, Boss! We’ve got sightings of Madam over in Brighton,” they say, happy to give him some sort of good news. Because the last few weeks -- Sylus has been downright vicious in his hunt to find you. To tell you sorry.

“Brighton? Interesting. Send me the coordinates,” he says. The location is a cafe. It’s filled with books, magazines-- all your favorites. That part made sense. There’s slight relief in his thoughts. Knowing where you were was better than not knowing. If you were in Brighton, then you were probably safe. Alive. And not under Ever’s thumb somewhere.

You’re safe. That’s what matters. That’s what he keeps telling himself as he watches you laugh at a cashier’s statement —like nothing is wrong, like the past two years meant nothing. You’re alive. You’re fine.

But the longer he looks -- it’s enough to make him murderous.

It’s the cashier you’re speaking with. You’re laughing…you’re happy. ayou hadn’t smiled like that at him since Miss Hunter arrived… Realistically, anyone could say it was innocent, but now --

He should be the one making you laugh. He should be the one paying too. Jealousy doesn’t come easy to Sylus -- but right now -- he’s understanding how you felt the last few weeks with Miss Hunter. But unlike you -- he thinks to himself as he puts the kickstand on his bike down -- he’s not afraid to step in.

If you thought two years would disappear like that -- you’re wrong. And he’ll prove it. (He has to.)

Please like/reblog for part 2! I am not sure how much I love this or not yet, so let me know if you do. Comments are appreciated but not required. 🫶🏻

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Secrets Are For Grown Ups Masterlist

You had the opportunity to work with the 141 as office support when you were in your early twenties. Both Ghost and Soap showed interest in you and both men convinced you to bed. With a month left on your visa you ran. Now seven years later they have moved in down the street and discovered the secret you couldn't find the words to share. Your twins, Jace Riley and Noah "Mac" MacTavish look exactly like their fathers. The men who caused you to run would like to know how the hell you all move forward from here.

With a little back up and a hell of a lot of fear you forge a new path to provide, protect, and prevail for the two greatest surprises of any of your lives.

CW: Sexual coersion, saying the wrong name during sex, mentions of pregnancy, death of a spouse, trauma responses, "You called my mom!?", confrontation of the rape culture built by the patriarchy, learning to co-parent, will update as more become relevant

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But you could swear you locked all the windows!

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my bf just asked me “do you think venom has a big schlong” while we were waiting for a rivals game to start and i looked at him and went “you don’t wanna have this conversation with me” and he said “okay fair” and dropped it immediately because im sure he knows i have a lot of nasty things to say about venom and his cock.

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daily affirmations

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I mean.…….. hear me out 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Homicipher but the protagonist is a coward with too many 'hear me out' takes.

I posted this on Bluesky, but I think it would be fitting for it to be here too.

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….. why they kinda 👀……

WIP👀

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Skip Google for Research

As Google has worked to overtake the internet, its search algorithm has not just gotten worse.  It has been designed to prioritize advertisers and popular pages often times excluding pages and content that better matches your search terms 

As a writer in need of information for my stories, I find this unacceptable.  As a proponent of availability of information so the populace can actually educate itself, it is unforgivable.

Below is a concise list of useful research sites compiled by Edward Clark over on Facebook. I was familiar with some, but not all of these.

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Google is so powerful that it “hides” other search systems from us. We just don’t know the existence of most of them. Meanwhile, there are still a huge number of excellent searchers in the world who specialize in books, science, other smart information. Keep a list of sites you never heard of.

www.refseek.com - Academic Resource Search. More than a billion sources: encyclopedia, monographies, magazines.

www.worldcat.org - a search for the contents of 20 thousand worldwide libraries. Find out where lies the nearest rare book you need.

https://link.springer.com - access to more than 10 million scientific documents: books, articles, research protocols.

www.bioline.org.br is a library of scientific bioscience journals published in developing countries.

http://repec.org - volunteers from 102 countries have collected almost 4 million publications on economics and related science.

www.science.gov is an American state search engine on 2200+ scientific sites. More than 200 million articles are indexed.

www.pdfdrive.com is the largest website for free download of books in PDF format. Claiming over 225 million names.

www.base-search.net is one of the most powerful researches on academic studies texts. More than 100 million scientific documents, 70% of them are free

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After ending

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i wish i had a dick so i could get hard and jack off