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anaon-ash · 2 months ago

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☠︎︎🕸𖤐 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𖤐🕸 ☠︎︎

𝙃𝙖𝙢𝙯𝙖𝙝𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙓𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧! 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙚𝙭 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙐

Contains: Explicit language, Gaslighting, Use of pet names, Use of Y/N, Drugs/Alcohol, Smut (Established Relationship obviously)

Summary: Hamzah sits outside of your house at 2am and texts you from a text now number (you blocked him lol). He asks you to come outside and invites you over for a drink and a blunt and to talk, but you know exactly where this is really going and you fold anyways.

Authors note:THIS IS SUPERR LONG so im sorry, i was rlly scared to publish this as this is my first written work on tumblr so i really hope you all like it and let me know how you feel about it! enjoy it, freak

The quiet rumble of the engine of Hamzahs car reverberates throughout the silent neighborhood in the early hours of the night before it stops in front of your house. He picks up his phone and navigates to the text now app, his finger hovers above it, unsure if he should go through with his intentions tonight.

You and Hamzah struggle staying away from each other, you dated for 2 months before you had your first of MANY breakups, on and off. He was toxic, and that brought out the worst in you. It felt like it impossible to go a week without arguing and you could never really pinpoint if it was your fault or his, he’s a manipulator, possessive and controlling of you and you hate it. You hate that you can’t do anything, you hate that somehow ALL of your friends are bad for you, you hate how he talks to you, you hate how he hurts you and does something that makes it ok then you forgive him just as quickly as it happened. And you especially hate that you know all of this and somehow you keep falling for it.

That’s why you weren’t surprised when you heard a notification that woke you up at 2 am.

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Unknown Number

“Come outside.”

“Who is this?”

“You know exactly who this is, come outside y/n”

“I just want to talk.”

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“Oh my fucking god.”

You set your phone down and ran your hands through your hair, balling your fists up in the strands. You dont know if you can forgive him after what happened in your last argument that led up to yet another breakup.. And honestly…You dont know if you can take this splitting up and reconciliation cycle anymore either.

You drop your hands to your sides and sigh loudly.

“If i go out there… it’s going to be to end whatever we have going on… i can’t do this anymore.”

You sit up and grab your phone, sliding your feet into the slippers by your bed, they were soft and provided you something to use to ground yourself.. to remind yourself that this time, isn’t going to be like the last times..

You take a deep breath and walk downstairs, grabbing your house keys from your coffee table and softly closing and locking the door behind you. Stepping outside you feel the cold breeze of the beginnings of a blizzard.

It was dark, only the light from the lampposts outside and hamzahs headlights were visible. Slowly You began to walk to his car, psyching yourself up into being strong and setting boundaries for once.

You lightly tap on the window, and hamzahs gaze meets yours, the corners of his mouth pulling into a smirk before pressing the button to unlock the door.

“Hey.” his voice calm and laced with something softer than normal. “Hi hamzah.” You reply stedily, closing the door and plopping down into the seat.

You missed this car, it was an older beat up red honda with lord knows how many miles on it and lord knows how many memories. The cloth on the seats were covered in burn holes from all of the joints and cigarettes smoked in it, and it smelled like those same cigs poorly covered up by one of those little trees you put on your rear-view mirror.

You look around and you can still see the reminants of the stickers you put on his dash and notice he still has the poloroid picture of you and him still on his sun-visor.

Both of you sit in silence for a moment, simply taking each other in, he’s wearing black sweats and a stupid hoodie with the words“nap queen” on it. His hair is just finally starting to grow out after he shaved it and bleached it blonde, its definitely one of his best looks.

“How are you..?” He finally asks after a pause “Hamzah. please.. I came here to talk and talk only. Don’t try to make this into something it isn’t.” You cautioned, sounding more like you were trying to convince yourself more than him.

“I didnt want to feel like a divorced couple begrudgingly speaking to each other over the shared custody of their kids” Hamzah chuckled

“I was hoping this could be casual and we could maybe smoke a little” he smiled before pulling a joint and mini bottles of alcohol out of the middle console “And I have some shots too if you’re down.”

“I dont know hamzah..” You mumbled “Come on y/n.. This doesn’t have to be hard.” He pleaded, slightly tilting his head to the side and gazing into your eyes “we can take it easy..”

He was so good with his words, so good at convincing you of anything..

You bit the skin off your lip and looked away at the ground and thought about his proposal before you hesitantly agreed. “Fine. But im serious. im only here to talk about what happened and…”

You clench your jaw before stopping yourself from speaking.. There’s no way you can tell him you want to go no contact right now right off the bat.. Maybe after a joint and a few shots you’ll have a bit more courage.

“And?” he questioned. “Nothing.” You stated, before you took the 2 mini bottles of fireball from his hand and downed them, his eyes widened and looked at you clearly shocked “okay! yeah! that works.”

He quipped, placing the joint between his lips and lighting it cautiously. The lighter illuminated his features with a soft orange glow, highlighting his plump lips, his sharp jaw, and focused eyes. He takes a few puffs trying to get the ember to catch before handing it to you and placing his hand non-chalantly behind the headrest of your seat.

Hamzah watches intently as you take your first toke and inhale, the smoke filling your lungs almost without any control before you exhale, coughing and gasping before you grab the nearest room temperature half dranken waterbottle in his cupholder and guzzle it down.

You could see hamzah stupidly grinning in your peripheral vision at your reaction and you couldn’t help but to crack your first smile since you entered his car.

You felt the tension you first had, start to dissipate and the energy of the space changed into something else, something more relaxed. The weed and the alcohol were combining into something beyond you.

“There you go.. that’s the pretty girl I know..” Hamzah softly spoke, there was a permanent smile etched onto your face and you didn’t even realize it..he reached out and lightly took the joint from your fingers, your hands slightly grazing one another.

in your excited state, it felt like lightning, all your senses were amplified by 100 and you could feel.. everything. your ankles slightly exposed from your pjs, the breeze of the heater, the texture of the armrest, and hamzahs scent, you felt so much all at once, and you didn’t know how to handle it.

Hamzah puts the joint back into his mouth and takes a few more puffs before rolling down the window and putting it out on the outside of his door, You hiss at the temperature change, the harsh wind numbing the tips of your fingers and chilling the front of your face.

“sorry..” he replied, a lopsided grin tugging on the corners of his lips as the effects begin to take hold of him as well

“M’k lets talk…” You say, trying to remind yourself why you’re here. “More casual now.. according to your wishes.” You say sarcastically

“Yes.. more casually now.” He quips back “First… I wanted to say that im sorry for our fight.. And im sorry for the way that I talked to you.. I should’ve listened to you. And im sorry for lying to you too.. I wont even try to defend staying out so late and not telling you where I go, and im sorry for taking advantage of the trust you had for me, I never purposely wanted to hurt you princess..” he confessed, and without warning you feel the corners of your eyes start to sting and then start to well up with tears from his words.

“You mean the absolute world to me and no late night out or time with friends can ever compare to how much i value you, you’re an amazing woman and im only rough with you because I love you.. I love you so much and I can’t help it, I can’t help how selfish I am..how much I need you.. I promise it was a stupid mistake ill never make again. I can’t lose you.” Hamzahs hand reached out to your face, his calloused touch sending shivers down your body and a familiar heat beginning to build within yourself. “Give me another chance.. Just one more… I wont hurt you like this ever again.” Hamzah pleaded, wiping the tears from your eyes.

You could barely think anymore.. the combination of the alcohol and weed, his words and his touch, it was all so overwhelming, your heart is racing and your whole body felt like it was vibrating, you knew this was just another apology, the same ones he gives just before doing the same shit again a couple of days later, but its almost as if your mouth seemed to speak before you could think, or maybe… You believed it.

“Okay…” you say nearly breathlessly, both of you sat in silence, just staring at one another, all that you could hear was the music softly playing from the radio and the combined sound of you twos heavy breathing.

His hand moved down to your jaw, his thumb grazing over the soft skin of your lips, dipping slightly into your mouth before spreading your spit over them, and you cant help the groan that escapes your lips, every single touch feels like fire on your skin.

Hamzah noticed your desperation and stifles a chuckle, teasingly, he brings his lips to your cheek, moving down to place kisses along your jawline. You inhale sharply at the sensation, his mouth moving down to your neck, where he started to suck and nibble on the sensitive area, leaving searing marks in their wake, a slow gentle exhale escapes your lips.

Hamzah pulled away, admittedly looking very different, he was completely focused on you, his heavy-lidded eyes filled with an animalistic, desperate energy from your body responding to his touch, he wanted to consume you, to explore every little bit of you, and he didn’t need to tell you he did.

“C’mere..” he mumbled before his lips crashed against yours, both of you moaning into the kiss.

His hands roamed your body like they were trying to memorize every inch of your skin, it felt like lava against you, your spine arched as you took in the taste of weed and his mint gum and his cologne invading your senses.

His teeth grazed your lower lip, biting it and taking it in his mouth as you suck on his upper lip, your tongues danced together, fighting for dominance, and your hands began to wonder too, making their way to the growing bulge in Hamzahs pants.

you palm his errection from the outside of his sweat pants, feeling him taking in a shaky breath from the new-found friction.

“F-fuck.. your hands feel so much better than mine.” He whined against your lips, his hips lifting to meet your touch as his grip on your waist tighten.

“Yeah? you like when i touch you like this?” you whispered.

“Mhm” Hamzah managed to barely hum. “God i missed you so much..”

You giggle at his admission and suddenly stop moving your hand.

“Wh- whyd you stop?” he looks at you with desperation.

“Lets go to the back..” a sultry smile playing on your face, as you turn to climb into the back, you feel a sharp slap across the soft of your ass which earns him a yelp.

“What was that for??” “For making me lose my self control.”

Smirking, you plop yourself down into the seat and wait for hamzah to meet you, after he climbs into the back he pulls you onto his lap and grips your waist, pulling you down onto the tent in his pants, rocking your hips back and forth and his meeting yours trying to find a rhythm.

The both of you are trying not to lose control, slowly grinding yourselves onto one another, hamzahs breathing becoming more unsteady as quiet curses flow from his lips.

“Mmhm baby.. you’re doing so good for me.. just like that..”

His soft praises filled your stomach with butterflies and made you bite your lip.

Your next kiss was sloppy, messy, and desperate, the drugs were making even just grinding on one another feel so so good, you both moaned into eachothers mouths as he guided you to move quicker and with more pressure onto his dick.

He tugged at the waistband of your pjs before pulling down, practically trying to rip it off of you.

“Take these off, now.”

You obliged and lifted your legs up, not even bothering to take it all the way off as the fabric pooled around one ankle, and Hamzah took his off just as quickly, leaving the only thing separating you two being thin pieces of fabric.

You felt your own slick leaking through, coating his clothed cock as you throw your head back.

“There.. you.. go… does my big dick feel good on that pretty.. clit of yours?”

he managed to choke out through groans of pleasure.

“Y-yes.. fuck- yes Hamzah..”

“i can’t take it anymore i need to be inside of you, you’re soaking my Cock.”

He roughly grabs your ass and digs his fingers into the fabric of your underwear before ripping it off of you and roughly pulling his cock through the hole of his boxers, he sits you down on it and moves your hips forward and backwards.

You feel the heat radiating off of him as you slide along his member, the feeling of it rubbing against your clit was almost enough to make you cum on top of him.

“fuck- i can’t- its too much..” you cry out

“you can take it..i know you can.. i know it feels good, i know….”

“i need you so bad” You pant.

“Then watch it go in.. inch by inch, baby.”

He aims the tip of his dick up to your opening and slides it slowly in, it’s a tight fit and you can feel him filling you and stretching out until you reach the base.

Both of you sigh at the feeling of shared pleasure, his eyes are unfocused, glossy, breathing ragged, and he’s holding onto you tight.

“Wait.. wait..dont- oh god..don’t move, i’m so close already- i didn’t think you would be so tight..” he confessed

You wait a bit before you slowly start to ride him, adjusting to his size every movement is hitting your g spot in just the right place, Hamzah pulls you close and raises your shirt up to take your breast into his mouth, sucking on your nipple as he thrusts into you.

You scream out in ecstasy, unable to form a sentence only letting out lewd sounds.

“Does this feel good?”

“Hah- ah-“ You nod your head yes

“Use your words baby.. tell me how good i make you feel..” Hamzah groaned

“I-cant… think..im so- im gonna-“

“cum for me.. cum all over my dick princess, it’s all yours, i’m here..”

And with that, you lose all sense of control and the coil deep inside of you finally gives way as pleasure overtakes your body, your walls flutter and tighten around him while a cry escapes your throat.

You throw your head back and dig your nails into his chest and he simply holds you tighter as he fucks you harder and nears his climax

blinding white pleasure engulfs your senses and you can’t control your legs closing tightly to try to stop the overstimulation, but that only fuels his aggression as he forces them open with his free hand and starts to rub circles around your clit with his thumb.

“mhm- fuck- good girl.. take this dick..” he curses under his breath “you’re making me feel so good…im getting so c-close..”

the rhythm you two managed to create became staggered, as his hips lagged behind, his breaths became shallow and quickened and you knew his peak was coming quickly

“y/n- i can’t.. i-im cumming” hamzah moans before he cries out, cumming inside of you and pumping thick ropes of cum along your walls, coating them white with each twitch.

You both ride out your climax before collapsing on one another, chests heaving and basking in the after sex glow, while the sounds of the radio comes back into focus. Hamzah rubs the small of your back slowly, some time passes in silence of catching your breath before you break the silence.

“We cant keep doing this.”

“Why not? it seems to work out just fine every time” He smirks

You roll your eyes and sigh knowing you’re never going to escape him.

I hope you guys liked it! please leave your thoughts in the comments and of course any feedback, i’d love to know what i could change ! 😸😸 also let me know if you’d like shorter or longer stories too!!

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castiwls · 2 months ago

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begin again

Paring; art x reader

Prompt; 'but on a wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again.'

Requested; @matchpointfaist

Notes; there not technically in a cafe but a cafe is mentioned

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

Art had never imagined the words “We got divorced.” Would ever be something that left his lips. He’d been so sure that Tashi had been the one - so sure that he’d thrown away an entire friendship, but hey! Maybe he’d been wrong, but at least he said friendship had been fixed before the divorce.

Yet now the divorce and his tennis career were over, he’d found himself with heaps of free time he hadn’t had in years. Tashi had run a tight ship, and for a moment, he’d felt like he was drowning without her hand. For the first time in years, Art Donaldson had full control over his life, and he had no clue what to do.

Was he too old to date? Hell, he had no idea where to start anymore. Patrick had tried to convince him to get Tinder after one too many beers but he couldn’t shake the nauseous feeling whenever he saw the app on his home screen. He wasn’t built for that kind of dating.

He’d almost resigned himself to the idea that maybe he was meant to live a quiet life away from the spotlight by himself, which was in a way what had led him to drive to a small town a few hours away from the city.

“Wha-” Art's cheeks heated slightly when he saw that in the middle of his thoughts, he’d managed to walk right into someone. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” He apologised, his hand wrapping around yours to pull you up before he leaned down, grabbing the bag you’d dropped.

“It’s okay.” You smiled watching him. “I should have been looking.” Your own cheeks heated slightly when he glanced back up, a bashful smile on his lips as he held out your bag. You stared at him for a moment. This had to be one of the most attractive men you’d ever seen, and you’d just all but run into him.

Oh god.

“You okay?” Art frowned when you didn’t move to take your bag. His words seemed to bring you back to the present as you cleared your throat like you hadn’t just been shamelessly checking him out and took the bag.

“Thanks.” Art nodded, studying you for a moment. “Sorry again…” He chuckled nervously almost as he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. Was he sweating? He hadn’t been sweating before?

You both lapsed into a silence, neither willing to make the first move to say goodbye before he finally spoke up.

“Let me get you a drink…it’s only fair after I walked into you and all.” He smiled, nervous, almost as he waited for your reaction. God, he hadn’t felt this way around a girl in years…since the first time he’d seen Tashi all those years ago.

He felt like a lovesick teenager again, almost as he quietly prayed you’d take him up on his offer.

“Yeah.” You smiled, nodding slightly. “I’d like that.”

And just like that, for the first time in months, he saw a possible light at the surface of the water, which had been drowning him ever since he’d signed those papers. For the first time in a while, he believed that maybe Tashi hadn’t been the one for him.

Maybe he’d been looking in the wrong place for the last thirteen years because something just felt so right as you walked side by side to the nearest coffee shop. Your laugh sounded like the air he’d been looking for as you laughed at whatever lame joke he’d thought of in the moment.

The idea of starting all over after this divorce had terrified him, but it suddenly didn’t seem so daunting if he got to start all over again with you.

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copperbadge · 4 months ago

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I haven't had internet service at home since Friday night and it's now Sunday morning; there's a local outage that is apparently quite intense. I have unlimited data on my phone and I've been sick for most of it anyway so it's not a huge deal...

Except for the smart lights.

Most of my app-controlled electronics have analogue functions -- a normal lamp on a smart switch that also has a pushbutton on-off function for example, so they're not broken, just less convenient. And the LED lights I installed on the bed headboard do have an accessible on switch...but you can't change the color using the switch. And just previous to losing internet I had set the lights to a nice moody saturated evening blue that they are now stuck on.

The funniest part truly is that Polk has a white undercoat, meaning she changes color when the light does. Here she is, my pretty little marmalade baby in natural light....and my weird purple demon child in blue.

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11cupids-tarot11 · 1 year ago

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A letter from your future self.

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Love y'all!

- Cupid 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

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Pile 1- The star, Two of wands, The devil.

"I think it's time you and I have a talk, I know you know who I'm talking to, yeah I'm talking to myself, but it's not just you and me here, what about little us? Past us? The most important form of ourselves? You haven't been listening to all of us, why? Why do you ignore the child in you who screams to be listened to, to be understood, who just wants to heal like the rest of you. I promise you it's not silly at all to be in tuned with your inner child, I promise you no one's going to hurt you or make you want to hide away again, they can't control your emotions. They only want you to feel so powerless against them, like you're helplessly chained to them, but you have the power to break the chain and run free again, wild. You deserve to follow your dreams, do whatever you want, whatever it is that's been bugging you like a fly in your ear, a project that's always on the back of your mind, the one that just wouldn't go away since you were a child, you can do it, I know you can because I'm already here as proof, but I can't spoil too much. Be creative, shine brightly and never let anyone dim that light. I love you with all my might! ;)

- Me"

Don't forget the poll below!

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Pile 2- The devil in reverse, Three of wands, Justice.

"Hi buttercup! I hope all is well these days, I've been thinking about you so much these days, well let me explain, I've been thinking about how hard we've worked, how far we've come and what we had to do to be here. I know, it's a lot. I'll often look back a lot and think about how unfair things were, how many people were never on your side, how many battles you've had to win on your own and how many you've had to lose. I'll never forget the day we decided we had had enough of our problems, our addictions, the toxicity and just did something about it, we cut that toxic person off, quit that stupid job or finally changed that damn schedule of yours and did something better for your health. Whatever it was we did it <3 and it paid off so much, I'm so happy we did because it led us to better days, so much abundance, everything we've always deserved. We got the justice we've always been searching for in such a cruel world and I'm so proud of us for doing that baby girl! We never gave up, no matter how much we wanted to, how much we wanted to go back to that same place because it was comfortable and we just got so blind sided we never knew we could do so much more if we just put our mind to it! Go us! Go me! Go you!

Love- The version of yourself you were always meant to be 🩷"

Don't forget the poll below! Love you!

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Pile 3- Six of coins, Ace of wands in reverse, Two of coins in reverse.

"Psst! Remember that project you weren't so sure about? You know the one, well I have a message for you! If you get started with it now I bet you a million bucks you could never guess where you'll be ten years from now. You remember that big house you've always wanted? All of the wealth you've always wanted to share and give back to others? We finally can! We did it! It was always important to give back to the ones we love, to be able to support and live comfortably and we finally did it. Just try not to get too big headed, okay? Remember who you are, where you come from and why you started this in the first place. Don't forget about your loved ones, the ones who supported you through thick and thin. I know your schedule might be busier, just don't forget to find that balance. We're at a very important time in our lives right now, I understand this, but remember to take a break from that damn schedule of yours. Take time for us, okay? I want you to call off as soon as you see a single sign of distress and go to the spa, I promise you're going to need it! ;) "

-Big boss lady (this pile was channeling feminine energy, someone who's in charge of their own business and gives orders to others. Very important business woman vibes here.)

Don't forget to do the poll at the bottom! Love you!

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realsgwife · 3 months ago

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KL Adventures - Day 1 - My first night with Brian

I looked out the window of my hotel room in Kuala Lumpur, the city lights blinking like distant stars. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, none of which should have involved a man with a penchant for married women. But here i was, my finger hovering over the screen of my phone, contemplating his proposition.

"Come on, Sally," he'd texted, "just two more nights. It'll be worth it, I promise."

Brian's messages were persistent, but there was something in his tone that didn't sit right with me. I felt a twinge of guilt, my marriage vows echoing in my mind. Yet, the thrill of the forbidden dance we'd been engaged in for the past few weeks was like a siren's call, tempting me with excitement that had long been missing in my routine life. With a deep breath, I decided to push the boundaries a bit further.

"Alright," I typed back, "Two more nights."

My heart raced as I sent the message. The weight of my decision settled in my chest like a lead balloon, but I couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement in my stomach. I'd always been the responsible one, the reliable wife, the devoted mother, but the thrill of this secret rendezvous had a grip on me that was hard to resist.

The evening arrived, and I found myself dressed in a simple yet alluring dress, a stark contrast to the business attire of the day. I stepped into the hotel lobby and scanned the sea of faces, looking for the one that matched the profile picture from the app. My eyes locked onto Brian, standing tall and confident, his smile hinting at the mischief behind it. He approached me, and I couldn't help but feel a tingle of anticipation. He took my hand and led me to his car, the scent of his cologne intoxicating.

As we drove through the bustling streets of Kuala Lumpur, the aroma of street food filled the air. We arrived at a small, dimly lit restaurant tucked away in a back alley, a place where only locals would know. The warm glow of lights shone through the windows, revealing steam rising from large pots of simmering broth. "This is where I always come for the best pork bone soup in the city," he said with a proud smile.

The moment we stepped inside, the rich, savory scent of the soup enveloped me, and my stomach growled in response. The restaurant was a cozy, intimate space, with the walls adorned with vintage posters and the sound of sizzling woks punctuating the low murmur of conversations. The owner, a friendly chinese man with a knowing smile, greeted Brian like an old friend and led us to a secluded booth.

As we sat down, I noticed the subtle glances from the other male patrons. It dawned on me that I had chosen to forgo a bra that evening, something I rarely did. The fabric of my dress clung to my skin, revealing more than I had intended, and the cool air from the air conditioner made my nipples stand at attention. I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks, but instead of embarrassment, a strange thrill took hold. Their gazes only served to bolster my confidence, a silent acknowledgment of my allure that I hadn't experienced in years.

Brian's ego, on the other hand, was palpable. He ordered for us both in fluent Mandarin, tossing in a few local dialects for good measure. His eyes gleamed as he caught the surprised looks from the waitstaff. It was clear he enjoyed being in control, the center of attention. He leaned back in his seat, his arms stretched out along the back of the booth, his fingers lightly grazing my shoulder.

The booth seat was tight, and my short dress left little to the imagination. I felt the fabric ride up my thighs as I slid in, my skin grazing against the cool leather. His hand hovered dangerously close to my exposed flesh, and every movement sent a jolt of anticipation through me. The warmth of his body radiated next to mine, and I found myself leaning slightly into him, my resolve wavering like a candle in the wind.

As we waited for our meal, the tension between us grew palpable. The air was thick with unspoken desires, and my every breath seemed to echo with the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. The tightness of the booth only served to amplify the intimacy, our legs brushing together with every shifting position.

Suddenly, Brian leaned in, his breath warm against my neck. "Sally," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur in my ear, "I want you to take off your panties." The audacity of his request sent a shockwave through my body, leaving me momentarily speechless. I swallowed hard, the weight of his words heavy on my mind.

I glanced around the restaurant, the low light playing tricks on my eyes, making it feel as if we were in a secret chamber. The clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversations around us seemed to fade into the background as my heart thudded louder in my ears. With trembling hands, I slid my panties down my legs, under the table, and handed them to him, our eyes locked in a silent challenge.

He took them with a smirk, tucking them into his pocket. The thrill of the exchange sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a warm wetness spread between my thighs. Our food arrived, the steaming bowls of pork bone soup placed before us, the rich aroma making my stomach rumble again. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to look away from him, his gaze dark with lust as he took in the sight of me, half-exposed and fully aware of the effect I was having on him.

We ate in a tense silence, the clinking of spoons against porcelain bowls the only sound between us. Every bite was a dance of temptation, my eyes flickering down to the bulge in his pants, then back up to his smoldering gaze. The heat grew, a pressure cooker ready to blow. When we finished, he placed a gentle hand on my bare thigh, his thumb stroking slow circles against my skin. The simple touch sent sparks through me, and I bit my lower lip to keep from gasping out loud.

"Let's get some fresh air," he suggested, his voice a low rumble that sent my pulse racing.

We left the restaurant, the cool night air a welcome reprieve from the oppressive heat of the dining room. He led me to a nearby bar, the neon lights reflecting in the puddles from an earlier downpour. Inside, the atmosphere was electric, the air thick with the scent of beer and the low throb of music. We found a quiet corner and settled into the plush seats. He ordered a couple of cold Tiger beers, the local favorite, and as we sipped on them, the tension grew.

The cold glass felt good against my flushed cheeks, the bubbles tickling my nose as I took a deep swig. The beer was crisp, cutting through the heat of the evening and the even hotter anticipation simmering between us. We talked in hushed tones, our conversation a dance around the subject of what was to come. The alcohol loosened my inhibitions, the sweet, bitter taste coating my tongue and making me bold.

As the beer flowed, so did our conversation, moving from safe topics to the more intimate. He spoke of his fantasies, his desires, and I found myself sharing more than I ever had with my husband. His hand grew bolder, moving from my thigh to trace the outline of my pantyless mound, the fabric of my dress now damp from my arousal. I gasped, my eyes widening, but the thrill was too potent to resist.

Then, with a sly smile, he took a small pouch from his pocket and placed it on the table between us. "Put this on," he whispered, his eyes dark with excitement. I opened the pouch to find a slim, vibrating panty inside, and my cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. The object was sleek and black, a silent declaration of his intentions. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "It's something special for the both of us."

My hands trembled as I slipped the vibrating panty on beneath the table, the cool material caressing my sensitive skin. He took out his phone, his thumbs moving deftly across the screen as he synced the device to the panty. "Just a little something to keep you on your toes," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The first buzz was faint, but as he adjusted the intensity, the vibrations grew stronger, sending a jolt through my core. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped my lips, my eyes locking onto his as I felt a new level of vulnerability wash over me.

The bar's music grew louder, a pulsating beat that seemed to mimic the rhythm between my legs. Every few minutes, the vibrations would change, a surprise that had me squirming in my seat. His control over my body was absolute, and the thrill of it was undeniable. The vibrations grew stronger, and my breath hitched as I struggled to maintain my composure, my knees pressing together in a futile attempt to contain the sensations.

The night grew late, the bar's patrons slowly thinning out. The bartender cast us a knowing smile as he wiped down the counter, and I realized we had become the main attraction. The vibrations grew more intense, and I could feel the heat pooling between my legs. The tension was unbearable, and I knew we couldn't stay much longer.

"Let's go back to my place," he said, his voice thick with lust. I nodded, unable to form words, the promise of release hanging in the air like a sweet fruit ripe for the picking. As we stepped out into the cool, damp night, the vibrations stopped, leaving me panting for more. His grip on my hand was firm, his other hand sliding down to the small of my back, guiding me through the streets of Kuala Lumpur. The city was a blur of lights and sounds, my focus solely on the man leading me to his lair.

His apartment was simple, the lighting dim and inviting. He led me to the bedroom, the king-sized bed in the center looking like an oasis in the sea of desire that was threatening to drown me. The vibrations began again, a gentle hum that grew stronger with each step closer to the bed. I could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of my dress, the anticipation making it almost unbearable.

He pushed me onto the bed, the vibrations reaching a crescendo as his hands began to roam my body. My dress was peeled away, his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed flesh. His mouth found my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, making me arch into his touch. His hands slid under the vibrating panty, his fingers tracing the contours of my swollen clit, making me moan in pleasure.

The room spun around me as the vibrations grew stronger, my body writhing under his expert ministrations. He watched me, his eyes hungry, his own arousal clear through his pants. With one final, powerful pulse, the vibrations stopped, leaving me gasping for air. He leaned down, whispering in my ear, "Now, it's my turn to play."

The panties were removed, and his mouth found my sex, his tongue tracing the path his fingers had just been. The sudden sensation of his warm, wet mouth was almost too much to handle after the relentless teasing of the vibrator. I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, bringing me closer to the edge.

My climax built like a storm, my hips bucking against his face as he continued to pleasure me. When it finally hit, it was like lightning, a jagged bolt of pure ecstasy that left me trembling and gasping for air. I had lost my inhibitions, my body no longer my own as I succumbed to the raw, primal need that had been unleashed.

Brian's touch was everywhere, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me closer, his mouth never leaving my sensitive core. The vibrator was forgotten, a distant memory as he worked his magic, his tongue flicking and swirling in a way that had me seeing stars. My legs were trembling, my back arched, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

As I came down from my peak, he stood, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to strip, revealing a body that was toned and sculpted from hours in the gym. The sight of him, so hungry for me, made me feel powerful, a seductress in a world where I was usually the one being seduced. The vibrator was forgotten, a mere toy compared to the man standing before me.

With a wicked smile, he climbed onto the bed, his erection jutting out from his boxers. I reached out, my hand wrapping around his length, feeling the power of his desire. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, and I knew I had him. The vibrations began again, a gentle reminder of the control he had ceded to me.

With newfound confidence, I straddled him, his hardness pressing against my wet folds. The vibrations grew stronger as I sank down onto him, his girth stretching me in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. He filled me completely, his hands gripping my hips as I began to move.

Our rhythm grew faster, the vibrations matching the beat of our passion. The room was a symphony of sighs and moans, the headboard knocking against the wall in a staccato rhythm. The world outside ceased to exist, the only reality the two of us tangled together in a dance as old as time.

As we neared the brink of climax, I could feel the tension coiling tight within him. His eyes were wild, his breath ragged, and I knew he was close. I leaned down, my breasts bouncing with each thrust, and whispered in his ear, "Come for me, Brian."

With a roar, he did, his body shuddering beneath me as he emptied himself. I watched him, a strange mix of satisfaction and disbelief. Who was this woman I had become? The vibrations faded away, leaving only the sound of our heavy breathing and the thundering of our hearts.

We lay there, our limbs entwined, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. The weight of what we had done settled over me, but it was a burden I was willing to bear for the rush of adrenaline that still coursed through my veins. As we caught our breath, I realized that I was no longer the same person who had arrived in Kuala Lumpur just a few days ago. I had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

The rest of the night was a blur of passion and pleasure, our bodies exploring every inch of each other. We were insatiable, the forbidden nature of our encounter only fueling the fire that burned between us. I had never felt so alive, so alive and so… alive with sin. The guilt was there, a shadow lurking at the edge of my mind, but it was easy to push aside when faced with the intoxicating high of our illicit affair.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, we lay in a tangled heap of limbs, our breaths slowing to match the quiet of the city outside. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, but I refused to let it ruin this moment. Instead, I basked in the glow of our shared secret, the thrill of the unknown and the excitement of what was to come in the next two nights.

#sgwife #sgleaks #sg chinese #writeblr

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perplexingluciddreams · 1 year ago

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An average day in my life

I want to make a post about an average day in my life, with higher support needs nonverbal autism (with continued late regression), severe ME/CFS, low mobility, hypotonia, and other health things. I need a lot of help with most things, and due to my conditions my everyday life probably looks quite different than many people's.

I tried to write this several times. I started with AAC, but I couldn’t see what I just wrote, so I got lost and jumped about too much. This time I made myself some questions to answer, so I can still use AAC to help with the words, but not get so mixed up. Some of this is written with AAC, some is typed.

Where do I spend most of my time? How do I spend most of my time?

I spend the large majority of my time in my bedroom, and the most of that time is spent in bed.

In bed, the things I do is: watch DVDs or other things on laptop, edit AAC, practice/write with AAC, play games on phone, listen to music.

When I am not in bed, I am listening to loud music in my swing! Best way of regulation for me, keeps me calm.

What does my bedroom look like, how do I have things set up?

I sit up in bed with a big wedge pillow and two normal pillows behind me. I usually have my laptop, iPad, AAC device, DVDs and DVD player, and fidget toys (dummy, chewy, tangle) on the bed with me. I also have an overbed table which always has my glasses and case and juice bottle on it. I change around what is on the table depending on what I am doing at that time.

My LED lights in bedroom is usually on orange or yellow colour, with lights fairly dim. The curtains and blackout blind is always closed.

I have a fan and book light always next to my bed. I have a weighted blanket as my duvet, with five other varying types of blankets on top of it.

What are the other activities I do?

I have some other activities I occasionally do with help and prompts. Sometimes I go downstairs (with stairlift) to watch TV and/or do walking (physiotherapy, walking back and forth with or without AFO braces). I also do walking upstairs, because getting downstairs is a real challenge.

I rarely remember that I have options other than the things I see in front of me, so my parents have to give me choices.

Occasionally Mum ask me if I want to play cards, or do something else not normally do. It depends on how I feel and how loud my brain is, but sometimes I say yes.

What are the few things I can do independently on a daily basis?

I can put shoes and socks on, and take off, by myself! Only with same pair of stretchy shoes, just pull on. I do this several times a day because I wear shoes in swing, but not in bed. So it is a strong motor path.

I can change my hoodie/take it on and off by myself.

I can go between my bed and swing by myself, no prompt. I can walk to go to the toilet and change nappy (diaper) by myself.

I can brush my teeth as long as my toothbrush and toothpaste is brought to me. Sometimes I also need a reminder, or I forget. I am more likely to forget in the evening. I remember better in the morning because I don’t like the taste of my own mouth.

I can drink from my juice bottle and feed myself.

I can put DVDs in and out of DVD player and plug it into laptop. I can choose what I want to watch on a few streaming services. I can navigate a few social media apps, and can even post/message on a couple.

I can use the two different remotes to control my LED lights and sensory light projector.

What is my main struggles and difficulties in an average day?

I can't do much without prompts so these two things (bed and swing) is basically all I can do on my own (I can also go to the toilet without a prompt most of the time, but sometimes I get stuck). I struggle to initiate tasks and transition between tasks. I also can only make my body go on strong motor paths (movement sequences that I do over and over that is strong in my muscle memory), and there is only space in my brain capacity for a small amount of these motor paths at a time. Learning a new motor path and making it strong can make me lose a previous motor path (usually whichever is weakest at that time). This is very limiting.

Even with the pillows I have, it is not enough support. My body is too weak and floppy. My posture is bad and I slide/slump down so I am closer to a lying down position than sitting. I am always in a lot of pain, so I shift around a lot trying to get comfy, but it is never quite right. This is even more for when I sit in swing (or anywhere else), there is next-to-none support there.

If I could, I would be in my swing all the time! But unfortunately I have very low energy due to ME/CFS so a lot of rest is necessary. I find this hard because I need to stim and regulate constantly.

It is necessary that I spend much time alone in my room. If I didn’t, the smallest things would send me into immediate shutdown or meltdown. I can’t be around people much at all, even voices noises is too much. Usually I am only around people for the time when they help me with something, or bring me something.

When I do be around people, even with AAC it is very very difficult for me to communicate - I can do a handful of simple signs but anything more complex is so hard to get out that it usually has to happen when I am on my own in my room (like when I write a post like this). I am sad that I can’t have important or deep conversations with a person in the same room. Most of the important things I communicate to Mum is through Tumblr or WhatsApp.

I am oversensitive to so many things because of sensory issues. I am always dysregulated and I spend so much time trying to keep myself calm with swinging, with out making my health worse.

Often I am much too tired and sore to go downstairs so I am stuck in my bedroom most of the time.

I don't feel many body signals, like my bladder. When I don’t feel the signals at all (or not until too late), combined with getting stuck and not able to initiate go to toilet fast enough, I have accidents. This used to be something I could just about keep on top of, but with regression I no longer can manage it, so I have to wear nappies (diapers). This also adds another task (change nappy) that I have to use my limited brain capacity to learn and hold onto.

I am so fatigued and in pain from doing small things, and my body response to fatigue is often a big trigger for many sensory issues. This often becomes a downward spiral of fatigue response -> sensory bad -> big stim to calm down -> stim makes fatigue worse -> more body fatigue response, etc.

What is my morning routine like?

The first thing that happens in the morning (approximately 9am) is Mum or Dad comes to my bedroom with breakfast and medication. They help prop me up in bed with a big wedge pillow, and two normal pillow behind me. They give me my headphones (I wear almost all day, every day) and help put all my things around me on the bed. They also give me my toothbrush and toothpaste. In the mornings I can’t communicate much at all (only occasionally a few signs), can’t look at another person or do anything that would overwhelm me even a wee bit. It would cause immediate shutdown or meltdown. Shutdown is more likely for the morning time.

What is my mealtime routine like?

Mum or Dad (or very occasionally sister) brings me my food, and if it is a messy food then I put a tea towel over my chest so I don’t get covered in food. I eat while watching something usually, because I need the distraction to not get so stuck. Every time I get new meal or snack brought upstairs to me, I get a fresh bottle of juice also. The bottle is approximately 450ml, and I have 3 meals plus 2 snacks each day. I also get a bottle of water (not juice) brought up with evening meds, so I don’t get sugar on my teeth after I brush them.

I eat the same snacks at the same times every day. I have the same exact breakfast every day, and it has barely changed since I was quite young. I have two lunches, it is the same except for sandwich filling - I eat one for weekdays, one for weekends. Dinner varies, but there is still a predictable amount of choices, and often I eat the same dinner for the same day of the week. Mum sometimes tells me what is for dinner, if it will be different than the usual dinner for that day of the week, or if I ask. But I usually forget by dinner time anyway! 🤷🏻‍♂️

What is my bath time routine like?

With bath, Mum always helps. I need a lot of prompts. I get confused and lost with all the steps. But I have gotten better with practice, and each step have a stronger motor path now. I need Mum to tell me what part comes next.

I use a bath lift to get in and out of the bath.

I can do the physical washing part mostly on my own, sometimes I ask for help with my back. Mum gives verbal prompts and puts the right soap/shampoo in my hand or on washcloth.

Sometimes even with prompts, my brain confuses the steps or the motor paths, and my body does the wrong thing. This happens more recently, because when there is a complex sequence of separate (at least it is stored separately in my brain) motor paths, I can go into “loops” of do same thing over and over. Or my wires get crossed and I simply do the wrong movements.

I can also mostly dry myself (I sit on toilet seat to do it), but Mum always does my back. I can’t dress myself, so once I put on nappy by myself, Mum puts my top on. Then I walk to bedroom and Mum puts my trousers on while I sit on the edge of my bed (it is a better height that sitting on the toilet seat). Then Mum opens deodorant and clicks it up, I put it on myself.

What is my evening/bedtime routine like?

I have poor sleep, usually, and a really weird sleep schedule! My parents go to bed at approximately 10pm (sometimes Mum a bit earlier), and Dad always comes in to tell me goodnight. But I am awake much much after that (usually between 1-3am is when I finally go to bed for sleep). Sometimes I still swing when my parents is in bed, but I try not to swing too late because it can click and make noises.

I stay up and watch things, or play games on phone and listen to music. I often get stuck and cannot transition to go to bed, so I force myself awake for long after I could probably already go to bed.

When I finally manage to force myself to do the bedtime routine (or when my body is so tired it force me), I have to move all the things off the bed (some go on overbed table, some go to charge on the other side of the room). I also then change hoodie from day hoodie to sleep hoodie. I also move big wedge cushion and extra pillow down onto the floor. And put special cushion under my sleep pillow so it is at the perfect angle. Then, finally, I can lie down.

Sometimes I still go on my phone after that, usually to read fanfiction, if I can’t relax enough yet. I also rock back and forth on my side to soothe myself, I have done it since I was very young. I have to put my fan on to sleep, the noise and the feeling on my face is necessary to fall asleep, and it helps keep my temperature okay.

Then, the cycle of morning starts all over again!

#autism #long post #very long post #myalgic encephalomyelitis #chronic fatigue syndrome #I hope to write more specifically about hypotonia and how it affects me each day AND in general throughout my life #high support needs #nonverbal #aac

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aghost-writer · 2 months ago

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Sugar

Chapter 17

This is a Yandere BNHA Pro Heroes x Reader Fic!

MDNI!!

Y/N stood in the middle of her penthouse, her eyes scanning the room. The cold, sterile luxury of the space had once been a source of comfort, a symbol of success and power. But now it felt like a cage. Every piece of furniture, every polished surface, every glimmering light fixture—none of it meant anything anymore. She had grown cold to it all, numb to the life she had built here. It was time to move on. Time to bury the past.

She tapped her phone, sending off the listing for the penthouse. It was more than just a sale; it was an escape. A clean break from everything she had known.

Her new life was waiting for her—a small, hidden studio rented under a false name. No one would look for her there. It was perfect. No one would expect anything. She could lie low, gather her strength, and bide her time.

But as she clicked ‘Submit’ on the listing, her fingers hesitated for a moment over the phone screen. It wasn’t just about getting away from the people who tried to control her. It was about getting close to him. Enji.

Her heart tightened as the thought of him crossed her mind. He had ruined so much. Dabi, her heart ached at the thought. The boy she once loved—her brother—had been cast aside, a casualty of Enji’s relentless ambition. The man’s obsession with power and control had led to the destruction of his own family. Dabi’s pain had burned a hole in her soul, and now, she was going to make sure Enji knew what it felt like to lose everything.

She wasn’t going to just kill him, though. She was going to make him suffer. She was going to infiltrate his life, gain his trust, and then—when he thought she was just another loyal servant, another willing sugar—she would strike. He wouldn’t see it coming. It would be the last mistake he ever made.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her dark thoughts.

Another notification.

The “Lovesick” app.

Y/N’s fingers twitched in irritation. The damn app had been following her around, watching her every move. She had tried to delete it, more times than she could count, but it wouldn’t let her. It was the one thing that still held a tie to her past—one last string of connection to the people she was trying to escape.

The app hadn’t sent her any warnings or reminders. There were no messages, no threats, no traps set to reel her back in. It just silently kept track of her—waiting. Watching. A reminder of the power it still held over her. The very idea of it, of the way it had monitored her life, made her blood boil.

She looked at the notification, but this time, she didn’t click on it. She tossed her phone onto the counter, away from her line of sight, as though trying to distance herself from it. She needed to focus.

Enji was her focus now. Not some useless app.

She grabbed her jacket and stepped into the hallway of the penthouse, walking briskly to the elevator. Her mind raced with thoughts of how she would get closer to Enji. She knew his patterns, his routines—how he liked to keep his schedule tight and his personal life sealed off from prying eyes. But that was exactly what made him vulnerable.

She would need patience, she reminded herself. She had plenty of that. She was going to be the perfect sugar once again, feeding into his ego, playing the part of the adoring, beautiful woman who could do no wrong. She would make him trust her, make him believe she was loyal, make him think that she was just another piece of his perfect, pristine life. And when he least expected it, when he was at his most comfortable with her, she would end him.

The elevator doors opened to the garage, and she stepped out. The sleek black car waiting for her was almost too fitting—dark, imposing, just like the plan she had set into motion.

But as she slid into the backseat, her phone buzzed again.

Another notification.

Her stomach twisted. She glanced at the screen.

“You have a new message.”

Enji. Of course, it would be him. The app had already connected them. She hadn’t even realized it was still tracking her actions, still assigning her a partner. It had silently paired them, the system recognizing her as his sugar—no matter how much she wanted to forget about the past.

But this time, she didn’t click. She didn’t open the app. She just set the phone down beside her on the seat. Enji was part of the plan now, part of her revenge. And the app? She’d destroy it once she was done. Once he was dead, once she had taken everything from him, she’d burn it to the ground.

Her eyes narrowed as the city skyline passed by outside the window.

She was going to get close. She was going to make him suffer.

And then, she would kill him. ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

Y/N had always been someone who saw everything in terms of cold, calculated decisions. She was determined, focused, and ruthless—qualities that served her well in her pursuit of revenge. Enji Todoroki, the number two hero, was not her first target, but he was certainly the key to everything. He had become a means to an end, nothing more.

Their initial meetings were impersonal, transactional—just the way she preferred it. She had made it clear from the start that their relationship would be business. She was his companion, someone who would accompany him to galas and private events, someone who could provide a temporary distraction from the weight of his duties. He would give her expensive gifts, take her out to exclusive venues, and in return, she would smile, look beautiful, and keep him company.

She noticed how Enji never spoke much about his personal life. He was always polite, courteous, and distant, a public figure who hid his true self behind the mantle of being the number two hero. He was used to being in control, a man who had been hardened by his responsibilities and his troubled past with his family. Y/N knew better than to pry, at least at first. But she paid attention, noticed little cracks in the façade he wore so well.

As the weeks passed, she began to see the cracks in Enji’s persona. He wasn’t as emotionless as he seemed. There were moments, fleeting as they were, when he would look at her with a certain softness in his eyes, a tiredness that spoke volumes. But those moments were always brief, hidden behind a well-practiced smile or a quiet, gruff chuckle. It didn’t matter to Y/N. She wasn’t here to fix him, to become a part of his world. She was here to use him, to get closer to the heart of her real target.

In the midst of this, Y/N began to feel something unsettling. It was a sensation that she couldn’t explain at first, a feeling that someone—or something—was watching her. She would feel it in the corners of her vision, a strange weight pressing on her every time she stepped out with Enji. At first, she brushed it off as paranoia. After all, who would be watching her? She was just a sugar baby, a temporary distraction for a man like Enji.

But the feeling persisted.

Despite this, she chose to ignore it. Revenge was her only focus. Enji, as much as he intrigued her with his vulnerability, was still just a pawn in her larger plan. She kept her distance emotionally, all the while playing the role of the perfect companion. ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

By the second month, Y/N had begun to see more of Enji’s layers. She found herself in his private space more often, in his office, or at his home. His home was cold, filled with glass and steel, a stark reflection of his personality. Yet, it wasn’t all polished surfaces. He had pictures of his children scattered around—Shoto, Fuyumi, and Natsuo. Though they were mostly kept out of sight, Y/N noticed how his gaze lingered on those photos, a soft, almost melancholic expression crossing his face for a split second before he snapped back to his usual controlled self.

Enji wasn’t as easy to read as Y/N had expected. He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke louder than anything. He was attentive, protective in subtle ways. He made sure she was comfortable, insisted she take the best seat at events, always had someone bring her favorite drink, and would always ensure she was safe and well taken care of. She began to notice how protective he was, in a way that wasn’t just part of his public persona. It was as if he truly cared, even though he never said it outright.

The more time she spent with him, the harder it became to keep her focus solely on revenge. His charm, his quiet understanding of her, and his warmth started to chip away at the walls she had built around her heart. But that didn’t change her mission. Enji was still just a stepping stone.

Around this time, the feeling of being watched became stronger. It wasn’t just a nagging sensation anymore. She could feel eyes on her even when she was alone. She started to notice shadows at the edges of her vision when she went out with Enji. A feeling of being followed. It unsettled her, but she pushed it down. She had no time for distractions, especially not ones she couldn’t even explain.

She kept her focus. Every dinner, every date, every intimate conversation with Enji was one step closer to her revenge. He didn’t know it yet, but he was a key piece in a much bigger puzzle. ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

The third month marked a shift in their relationship. Enji began to treat her with more attention than ever before. He started confiding in her—sharing stories of his childhood, the struggles with his family, his regrets over how things had turned out with his children. Y/N listened, quietly, carefully, taking in everything he said. But she never allowed herself to be drawn in emotionally. She was still focused on her mission.

She had become accustomed to his presence by now, his protective nature, the quiet affection that he showed in little ways. But still, Enji never tried to make their relationship public. He kept her hidden from his fans, from the media, from the eyes of the world. She was his secret, and that suited her just fine. She didn’t need to be seen with him. She didn’t need to be the woman on his arm in front of the public. She was here for one reason, and one reason only.

But as their relationship deepened, Y/N began to realize that Enji had started to care for her. He was beginning to rely on her in a way that went beyond the physical. There was a tenderness in the way he would touch her arm, in the way he would look at her after a long day. She started to wonder if this would complicate things—if she would be able to finish what she started when she was beginning to feel something for him.

That nagging feeling of being watched grew worse. Y/N began to notice it even more when they went out to public places, when she walked with Enji in parks or visited restaurants. Eyes were on her, though she couldn’t pinpoint who was watching. She told herself it didn’t matter. She would deal with it later. For now, all that mattered was getting closer to Enji. ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

By the fourth month, Y/N had begun to realize something she hadn’t expected. She was starting to get drawn into Enji’s world. He had become more than just a way to achieve her revenge. He was someone she trusted, someone who relied on her. But this trust, this connection, was dangerous. She couldn’t afford to get too close to him.

Enji started speaking more about his desire to go public with their relationship. At first, Y/N had brushed it off. She was fine with being his secret. But now, she saw something different in his eyes. It wasn’t just about appearances or convenience anymore. Enji wanted her, and he wanted the world to know it.

He began taking her to more public events. Private parties, hero galas, and other exclusive venues. Though he kept their relationship quiet in front of others, it was becoming harder to ignore the growing bond between them. He would pull her close in private moments, his hand resting gently on her back, his voice soft as he murmured things that made her heart race.

Yet, despite everything, Y/N remained determined. Revenge was still her goal. Enji was still the tool, the means to an end. She couldn’t afford to forget that, even as her emotions became more entangled with the man.

The eyes that watched her grew more insistent, more frequent. Y/N couldn’t ignore them anymore. She knew she was being followed. Someone was watching her every move, tracking her with a purpose. But she pushed it aside. She had a mission to complete. Nothing could stand in her way. ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

At the start of the fifth month, Y/N’s resolve started to crack. The more time she spent with Enji, the more complicated things became. She had never intended for things to get this personal. She hadn’t expected to care for him. But as the bond between them deepened, it became harder to ignore her feelings.

Yet, her mission remained the same. She couldn’t afford to lose sight of her goal. She had to keep going, even as her heart told her to stop.

One night, Enji took her to an upscale restaurant. They were seated in a quiet corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the other patrons. Enji’s gaze was soft, but there was something in his eyes that made Y/N’s heart race. He looked at her with a warmth that she hadn’t expected.

“I want to make this official,” he said, his voice low. “I want us to be seen together. Not just in private, but out in the world. I want to tell everyone about us.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She knew this was coming, but now that it was here, she wasn’t sure if she was ready. She hesitated, looking into his eyes, trying to read him. She could see the sincerity there, the affection.

“I don’t know,” she replied, her voice soft. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.”

Enji reached across the table, his hand gently touching hers. “I understand. But I want you to know that I care about you. And I want to share that with the world.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t ready to go public, not yet. But she couldn’t help the small part of her that softened in that moment. The thought of being seen with Enji, not just as his companion, but as something more, made her heart flutter.

Finally, she nodded. “Okay,” she said softly. “Let’s go public. But only when you’re ready.” ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

The sixth month marked a turning point. Enji had finally convinced Y/N. The world would soon know about their relationship. She had agreed to step into the public eye, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that things had changed. Enji had become more than just a stepping stone in her plan; he had started to mean more to her than she had ever intended.

It had been months of carefully constructed detachment. She had played her part well—smiling, laughing, being the perfect companion, all while keeping her heart walled off, all while keeping her mission clear in her mind. But now, with Enji pressing for the public declaration of their bond, Y/N felt the shift. His affection, once easy to ignore, had become undeniable. The way he touched her, the way he looked at her with such quiet warmth—those small gestures were no longer something she could dismiss. He cared for her, and though she told herself it didn’t matter, a part of her couldn’t deny that it did.

As they attended more events together, Enji became more open with his feelings. He would take her hand in public, guide her through crowded rooms, his protective nature now front and center. Y/N played along, but inside, she was wrestling with herself. She had made herself believe that this was all part of the plan, that she could keep him at arm's length and use him for what she needed. But it was getting harder. Every word, every look, every moment they shared started to weigh on her. She had never planned on letting herself care. She had never expected that she would become attached to him, but here she was, at the mercy of her own emotions.

She had to remember why she was here. Revenge. That was her sole purpose. Everything else—the growing affection, the tenderness—meant nothing. Enji was still a pawn in her larger game. He was the key to her ultimate goal, and that was all that mattered. His emotions, his desires, they couldn’t interfere. She couldn’t afford to be distracted, especially not by someone like him.

But the weight of his gaze, the way he always seemed to sense her moods, it made her wonder if she had miscalculated. Was he starting to see through her? Did he know that she wasn’t entirely as she seemed? She had been careful, methodical, but even the best-laid plans could falter. She had made herself believe that her heart was a cold, impenetrable fortress, but Enji’s quiet persistence was slowly chipping away at it.

Y/N was no longer sure how long she could keep this up. Her resolve had always been strong, but now, she was faced with the growing realization that Enji’s affection was beginning to shift her perspective. And she hated it. She didn’t want to care about him. She didn’t want to feel anything for him, because it made her mission that much harder. But she couldn’t deny it any longer. She was starting to care, and that fact terrified her.

She reminded herself that revenge was all that mattered. Enji, for all his warmth and quiet care, was still a tool in her larger plan. She couldn’t let herself forget that. But as she looked at him, as he smiled at her with that same tenderness she had never expected, Y/N wondered if she was starting to lose herself in the very thing she had sought to control. Would she still be able to finish what she started, or had she already lost?

#bnha #bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #mha x reader #mha #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia

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byullielle · 2 years ago

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Sun, Moon, the World: Bang Chan // Natal Chart Series

this was heavily inspired by @ssentimentals's cheol natal chart (the one i rebloged) and thankfully i got the green light to do something similar for the kids. i am not as good of a natal charter than some so if you guys wanna put your two cents in and correct some of the interpretations and conclusions, feel free, just do it nicely.

Tags: natal chart basis, est. relationship, fluff, tooth-rotting and domestic fluff

Disclaimer: This is only for fun and the interpretations stated here are not 100% represent Chan as a person. this is gn!reader. divider by @/saradika

Christopher Bahng :

Sun - Libra, 5th House

Moon - Libra

ASC I (Rising) - Gemini

ibra sun and moon - chan is sociable and intellectual, and always values objective conversations—fairness and balance a must for him. has a tendency to be intensely idealistic, he's diplomatic and courteous.

"What exactly are you doing?" he startles you a bit as the humming from you stops, jolting up a bit at his sudden presence, dropping the warm, dry, black shirt back into the dryer. "You're home!" you gleefully greet, skittling to him before pressing a peck on his lips. "I just figured I do the laundry since I got free time, and you're kinda busy with work lately," you explain with a smile, and he pouts at you. "But baby!" he slightly whines, "Laundry is always my job. Don't you hate doing it?"

"It needs to be done Chan," you chuckle with an amused smile playing on your lips. "I don't mind doing it every once in a while,"

"Fine but I get to cook tonight," he concedes and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss on your forehead with a slight pout, still a bit bummed that you did the laundry for both of you. It was a pattern you noticed when it came to him, always sulking when your divided chores are done by you just because you have more time.

Could he really blame you though? You could see how hard he works, and it seems like leaving mundane and simple tasks to him would add to his endless list of things to do. But when he pouts like that you debate whether you should just keep doing it after all.

sun in the 5th house - he's competitive, creative, fun-loving, generous, affectionate and loyal.

"No!" you yell out as the shell manages to maneuver against your trajectory, easily snatching the 1st place from you as Chan cheers out while standing in victory. Felix frustratedly tosses the controller down the couch, landing on third again and Minho simply gives up on trying to rank at that point. "What flavor and from where?" he grumbles, pulling up the food app before Chan hums, "I kinda want an all meat special,"

"I'll have a Margherita," you cheerfully add in your order before meeting eyes with Chan, a fond laugh escaping you as he shrugs. You know that look. And when Minho finishes collecting the orders he looks up at Chan with a confused look on his face. "Again? You're paying again hyung? I swear I'm not that broke,"

"Food tastes more delicious when free," you perfectly match with him, scrunching your nose up at him as he shakes his head with a fond laugh. "Do I say it a lot?"

"Only whenever someone has to pay up," you inform, before he makes his way to you and cuddle by your side, "Yeah well, what can I say," he shrugs and nods at the grateful smile Minho sends him despite the ruckus of the other kids, "Seeing them happy is enough to fill my stomach,"

"Cheesy," you comment while looking up, making him press a kiss against your nose, "Yeah well you're dating cheesy,"

"Not really complaining," you hum and lean against him.

sun in the 5th house - he heavily seeks appreciation. // libra moon - his moon leans him to detest placidity, always looking for excitement. he needs a partner who could calm him down and give him more restful moments.

You knock on the studio door, the red of the LED clock striking 1:00 AM sharp. Peering your head in, you see Chan turn in surprise, a bit of a frazzled yet accomplished look on his face. "Hey Mr. Producer,"

"Hey," he greets, a bit of a rush evident in his voice, "Come listen," he beckons you, taking a rolling chair to place beside him as you tentatively take a step, a bit unsure if you as a civilian should be able to listen to what could potentially be a title track, or b-side. "Are you sure?"

"100%," he excitedly replies, despite the bags under his eyes and tousled curly hair he looks lighter, in a sense that a certain burden has been lifted off him. 'Guess he didn't trash it this time,' you mentally note before taking a seat beside him, headphones immediately handed to you.

"Cozy?" his voice transpires as nothing but a muffle as you nod wordlessly, waiting for him to play the song. After a few seconds, bass and snares start to fill your senses. He looks at you anticipatingly, and you couldn't deny that despite the bias you already have–it sounded great. The whole song and his own vocals play out, and then it ends, fading as you place the headphones off your head and down your lap.

Looking at him, you beam. "It sounded great, Chan," you sincerely compliment, "What I liked about it was the hook. It had a punch to it, and I might get last song syndrome with that chorus," you chuckle and hold his hand.

"I may not know a lot about music, but I could say this one would be loved by STAYs," you uphold as he envelopes you into a hug, tension sagging off his shoulders, "I worked hard on it," he mumbles against the crook of your neck, "So so hard," he sighs out and presses a kiss on your shoulder.

"I'm glad you like it,"

"You did a great job," you pat his head, letting him relish in your embrace before gently pulling away and cupping his face. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you sigh and smile softly, rubbing a hand on his cheek with so much tenderness you think he'd cry.

"Let's get you home," you whisper, "You worked hard today. Let's go rest,"

libra sun and moon - very much a heavy romantic, and depends heavily on a stable relationship. without love he can be moody and despondent. very flirtatious and chivalrous

His engagement ring glistens against the candlelight, a smile immediately reaching his lips before the clattering of keys alert him. "Shit," he mutters out, hurriedly fixing the table and arranging the final touches as the door opens, and you walk in, slightly exhausted and worn from work.

Your matching engagement ring clatters against the door handle before it shuts, calling out to Channie, "I'm home!" you loudly announce, hearing the slight noise in the dining area. "Welcome home!" he calls back, making you pout and furrow your brows at the uncharacteristic greeting because usually he comes to you. Deciding to shrug it off while toeing your shoes off, you step in only to be met with the sight of a dimmed living room, candlelight on the dinner table and Channie donning a rose in between his teeth.

You couldn't help but laugh, a hand over your mouth as you sigh in adoration, "Channie? What's all this?" you set your bag down on the floor before he holds his hand out, and with a roll of your eyes you take it.

All of a sudden, his arms are encasing you as a squeal escapes your lips, a laugh following as he dips you down and removes the rose, pressing a tender kiss on your lips while holding you horizontally, "Happy engagement monthsary, gorgeous," he winks as you couldn't help but laugh, endeared and enamored by the gesture.

He helps you back up on your feet before you approach him, cupping his jaw and cheek tenderly before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, "Why thank you, handsome," you whisper against his lips before placing your palm flat against his chest, looking at the food spread on the table.

"You cooked my favorite!" you notice with a delighted beam up at him as he chuckles and presses a kiss on your forehead, "Of course darling," he presses one more on your cheek, "Only the best for you,"

"You sap,"

"Your sap,"

"Well true," you giggle, "I love you, Chan,"

"I love you too Y/N," he readily and sincerely replies.

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mariacallous · 3 months ago

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The Chinese government announced Tuesday it is opening an investigation into Google in response to 10 percent tariffs imposed on Chinese imports by US president Donald Trump. Minutes after the tariffs went into effect, China’s State Administration for Market Regulation said it was probing the American tech giant for potentially violating the country’s anti-monopoly law.

The Chinese government may have strategically chosen to go after Google because it has limited operations in the country, ensuring the hit to the US tech giant would be relatively minimal. The move gives China plenty of room to escalate if the Trump administration announces further tariffs or other trade measures. Google declined to comment.

China also announced it was putting more restrictions on the sale of some critical minerals like tungsten and slapping additional tariffs on farm equipment, pickup trucks, liquified natural gas, coal, and other goods from the US. While the US isn’t reliant on China for all of the impacted minerals, the country does control the majority of the world’s tungsten supply, which is used in light bulbs, semiconductors, and ammunition.

“China’s position is firm and consistent. Trade and tariff wars have no winners,” China’s Ministry of Foreign affairs said in a statement Sunday shortly after the tariffs were announced. “This move cannot solve the US’s problems at home and, more importantly, does not benefit either side, still less the world.”

China has kept Google in its crosshairs during the ongoing trade war with the US over the last few years. In 2020, the government reportedly considered opening an antitrust investigation into Google's Android business, according to Reuters. The deliberations followed a complaint from Chinese telecommunications giant Huawei, which was targeted by Trump during his first term.

Because of US sanctions, Huawei is unable to use American-made software like Google Mobile Services, a suite of tools widely used across the smartphone industry. The restrictions forced the company to develop its own operating system called Harmony OS.

But most smartphones around the world still run on Android, which has sparked competition investigations in a number of countries, some of which have led to concessionary changes designed to give consumers and app developers more choices and lower fees. In China, several smartphone makers continue to rely on an open source version of Android.

This past December, Chinese authorities also opened an anti-monopoly investigation into Nvidia, the chipmaker whose GPUs play a crucial role in the development of generative AI and have become a significant source of trade sparring between the US and China. The announcement came soon after the Biden administration further tightened China’s access to high-end semiconductors.

About 15 years ago, Google stopped offering a search experience tailored for China following a series of Chinese government-linked cyberattacks against it and other US companies. Google debated reentering China with a search engine about seven years ago, but the project was scuttled following protests from some employees concerned about supporting Chinese surveillance and censorship.

Google has also stopped short of directly selling cloud technologies in China, as local laws could threaten the privacy and security assurances it offers to customers in other markets. Other Google services such as YouTube are blocked by Chinese internet regulators.

China has allowed domestic companies to buy advertisements through Google so that they can market to customers abroad. But the revenue from those deals is relatively small, and China didn't even garner a mention in parent company Alphabet's annual financial report last year. That stands in contrast to Meta, which lists China among its biggest markets in terms of advertiser location and said last year that China-based advertisers account for 10 percent of its annual revenue.

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