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[thetripleaedit]

Kicking off 2024 with a BANG‼️

Presenting “It’s A Remix Ting” the first edition of my remix tapes that feature ALL original Triple A Edits that are available on my patreon (www.patreon.com/tripleaedits) and even some that haven’t dropped yet 🫣

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FAST WINE X SQUARE BIZ - MACHEL MONTANO X TINA MARIE GAL DEM SUGAR X CANDY - BEENIE MAN X CAMEO UNAVAILABLE X SHE’S A BAD MAMA JAMA - DAVIDO X CARL CARLTON WATER X LOVE COME DOWN - EVELYN CHAMPAGNE KING X TYLA MIDAS TOUCH X TEMPTED TO TOUCH - MIDNIGHT STAR X RUPEE VOGUE X SOUNDGASM - MADONNA X REMA HOLIDAY X HOLIDAY - MADONNA X PROBLEM CHILD JUST A TOUCH OF LOVE X AMAPIANO - SLAVE X ASAKE X OLAMIDE FLEX X STILL NOT A PLAYER - MAD COBRA X BIG PUN X JOE LIVING DANGEROUSLY X SOMETHIN 4 DA HONEYZ - BARRINGTON LEVY FT BOUNTY KILLER X MONTELL JORDAN FREAK LIKE ME X GOOD NIGHT - ADINA HOWARD X VYBZ KARTEL CALL ME EVERY DAY X DOING IT - CHRIS BROWN X WIZKID X LL COOL J RIGHT HERE X Tempted To Touch - SWV X Beres Hammond  CANDY RAIN X Sexy Punkie - SOUL FOR REAL X Sean Paul I'M COMING X GET ME HOME - KONSHENS X FOXY BROWN 7ELEVEN X GET ME HOME - DEXTA DAPS X FOXY BROWN WINE PON IT X RETURN OF THE MACK - JAH VINCI X MARK MORRISON RETURN OF THE MACK X CHEATERS PRAYER - MARK MORRISON X CHRISTOPHER MARTIN DUNCE CHEQUE X RETURN OF THE MACK - VALIANT X MARK MORRISON KISS IT BETTER X DO FOR LOVE - RIHANNA X 2PAC LIKE YOU X DO FOR LOVE - BOW WOW X CIARA X 2PAC WHAT YOU WANT X THINGS MI LOVE - MASE FT TOTAL X ALKALINE ONLY YOU X TUN UP THE WUK - 112 X VYBZ KARTEL PULL IT UP X ONLY YOU - BUJU BANTON & BERES HAMMOND X 112 TONI-ANN SINGH X WIFEY - BURNA BOY X POPCAAN X NEXT AINT NO FUN X CITY BOY - SNOOP DOGG FT. NATE DOG X BURNA BOY I WANNA SEX YOU UP X NO UNDERWEAR - COLOR ME BADD X DEXTA DAPS WHAT'CHU LIKE X BEG U A TOUCH - DA BRAT X VYBZ KARTEL ALWAYS ON TIME X GIVE IT UP TO ME - JA RULE X SEAN PAUL TXTIN’ X  YOU DONT HAVE TO CALL - WRSTN X USHER LOVE LIKE THIS X INDEPENDENT LADIES - FAITH EVANS X GAZA SLIM TIGHT UP SKIRT X UH HUH - RED RAT X B2K FAMILY AFFAIR X CALM DOWN - MARY J. BLIGE X REMA DOO WOP X CAN YOU DO THE WORK - SEAN PAUL DANCE WITH ME X SENSATIONAL - 112 X CHRIS BROWN FT. DAVIDO & LOJAY YEAH X PARTY SHOT - USHER X POPCAAN PARTY TIME X WHERE THE PARTY AT - DANNY ENGLISH X JAGGED EDGE NASTY GIRL X CARIBBEAN GIRL - NOTORIOUS B.I.G X AIDONIA CAUGHT UP X CONTINENT - USHER X NIGY BOY MOON LIGHT X I WANNA LOVE YOU - TEEJAY X SNOOP DOGG X AKON I'M SPRUNG X WILD N RICH - T PAIN X 450 ABOBOYAA X WE BELONG TOGETHER - POPCAAN X BURNA BOY X MARIAH CAREY UNFAITHFUL GAMES X IT'S OVER NOW - TEEJAY X 112 TELL ME X TELL ME - BEENIE MAN X BOBBY VALENTINO LOVE & AFFECTION X ROCK THE BOAT - PRESSURE X AALIYAH SEXY LOVE X BAWL OUT - NE YO X DOVEY MAGNUM UNFOOLISH X LONELINES - ASHANTI FT THE NOTORIOUS BIG X SANCHEZ LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN X BUDDY - SANCHEZ X MUSIQ SOULCHILD SADDEST DAY OF MY LIFE X I WISH - WAYNE WONDER X CARL THOMAS

[mercymaker]

i really need to revise my tag list because bg3 is getting stale for a lot of people and i'm still mainly posting about it

[kaciebello]

Hello Bella! How are you? ^.^

I’ve read the prompt requested: “I’m just wondering why we can talk for hours online when you ignore me in real life”

And it was simply the best.

Would you consider /writing/ them talking irl at last?

If not no problem, thank you for reading this message <3

" I’m just wondering why we can talk for hours online when you ignore me in real life "

Slytherin boys genre: humour warning: I don't think so note: sorry for any typos, hope you enjoy it! Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ Prompt list ☾

Matteo Riddle

Matteo was about to turn the corner when he noticed a familiar face. He stopped in his tracks and weighed his options. And like on a daily basis, he decided to be a menace. Taking a few steps before sitting down. The person next to him was reading a book, paying absolutely no mind to whoever just sat next to them. Hadn't he known her, he would have thought she was ignoring him. 

“Have you ever thought about how weird it is?” His voice made him jump a bit and look at him. Confusion is visibly clear on her face.

“What is?” She asks, his voice small, as if she wanted no one to hear them. Matteo could care less about that.

“How can we talk for hours online? Yet, when you see me face to face, you usually run away.” He says, looking into her eyes now. She's just able to nod and turn her gaze from his. Before he was able to complain again she turned back to him.

“You make me feel like I wanna punch you with a chair.” She says. Matteo just laughs, but when he notices she isn't laughing with him, his face visibly drops. Nodding in acknowledgement he gave it a thought.

“So like a cute aggression?”

“What? NO!”

•·················•·················•

Theodore Nott

He has been holding her hand for like an hour now and she has yet to mumble a single word. He'd been talking her ear off and his hand was starting to get sweaty, but he knew if he let go she would just be bold and it would take him half a day to catch her.

“You know, I talk to you every day.” He says not even looking at her. She has been stuck watching their hands and this has been the first time since she looked at him.

“We talk online every day, but when I try it in person…” He knows he does not have to finish. She is very well aware of her escapee tendencies.

“I’m sorry, you just make me nervous so much that my flight or fight kicks in. And it's usually flight.” She says his fingers not playing with his, her gaze stuck on their hands again. Theo nods again.

“You know I have something that might help.” He says and turns to dig out something out of his bad. Turning around he sees an empty spot next to him and a girl in the distance absolutely bolting it. He just sighs, he hasn't realised he let go of her hand.

•·················•·················•

Draco Malfoy

Draco was quick on his feet. He had seen her turn the corner and he was not going to let that slide. He just sa Potter absolutely eat shit while walking down the stairs and he needed to share it now. Yeah, he could text her, but she's not that fast, he can catch up with her. Turning the corner himself he crashes into somebody. There she stood rubbing her forehead.

“Jesus, can you stop following me? You’ve been on my tail for 3 minutes now.”

“Stop running away then, the fuck.” Draco argues back. She just shakes her head and starts walking again.  Draco doesn't wait and follows.

“You're just weird. Always rushing. Able to talk to me for hours online, but not even a peep in real life. I can't even tell you what is saw without losing my breath.” The girl stops and Draco crashes into her back again. She huffs and turns around.

“What do you have.”

“Okay, so Potter…”

•·················•·················•

Blaise Zabini

Blaise knows what he looks like. His friends know what he looks like. Hell, even people that don’t know him know what he looks like. He made sure of it. So he was sitting down holding the girl's face. Making sure her eyes were on him as if he was trying to burn his face into her mind.

“I'm surprised you can recognize me,” Blaise said, letting go of her when she sweated his arms away. 

“I know plenty of what you look like. You send me enough pictures.” She huffs back at him.

“Yes, yes, that I do. Because somehow we always talk online, and never in real life.” He argues back. The girl just nods. Silence falls on them. He knew she was eating him but he didn't say anything.

“Ya know, I may see your face all the time but I can't hear your voice in pictures.” With that Blaise takes the deepest breath and lets out the longest rant of his life.

•·················•·················•

Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo has told all his friends to meet him for lunch. By all friends, he meant all. So that's why he told the girl to show up 5 minutes early. That way, he could trap her and hot let her go. Now this may seem cruel, but if he didn't do this, he knew the girl would turn around the moment she could see his friends.

So now, he was sitting down, The boys were talking amongst themself. No one was really paying attention to them. His arm was on her thigh, keeping her from jumping up and running away. He leans closer to whisper in her ear.

“You know, you talk a lot online, but in real life, you are rather quiet,” he says and pulls away. She just shakes her head before leaning and whispering back.

“I am just quiet with a lot of people around.” Lorenzo raises his eyebrow and nods again. Slowly he grabs her hand and seemingly sneaks out of the room. He was not gonna miss the opportunity to talk to his favourite person.

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[dragonnarrative-writes]

Slasher Handler Part 11 - Slip Lead

Slasher Handler Masterlist

Read on AO3

NSFW under the cut.

CW: Implied stalking/surveillance, implied kidnapping, physical injury, deception/emotional manipulation, physical violence, injury with knife, genuinely not enough information, hidden weapons

Something about stabbing him, about meeting Price, has resulted in you being able to stray a bit farther from Simon’s orbit. You’re still on a rather short lead, there is a list of unspoken rules between the two of you as long as your arm. But you’re going out alone more. You don’t feel Simon’s eyes on you every moment he’s out of your sight. It’s weird.

But when it comes to Simon, it’s best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. So you start a routine of going to the cafe down the street twice a week or so to work and see other human beings. It’s surprisingly difficult, some days. More than once, you’ve felt too exposed and retreated back home. These days, you have more good days than bad. As long as people don’t talk to you too much, you’re fine.

So it’s a bit jarring when someone clears his throat while you’re wrangling spreadsheets.

The man is in a light jacket, tee shirt and jeans. Looks like he works out. Kind of a stupid haircut, but he’s at least committed to it. Very distinct looking, Simon’s voice says in your head, easy to track. Unlikely to cause problems.

Something about him makes the hair on your arms stand on end.

“D’ya mind?” he gestures to the chair across from you. At your skeptical look, he rushes to assure you, “ Jus’ fer mah coffee, ‘n t’read,” holding up a thick paperback. He gestures to the rest of the cafe. “Wouldnae bother you, but this’s the only open chair.”

The shop is unusually crowded. You frown up at him. “I’m really busy.”

“Willnae hear a peep from me,” he promises, setting down his coffee and pulling out the chair across from you. He turns the chair so he’s facing more of the room instead of the corner you’re in. And he opens his book.

You watch him for a minute, but he doesn’t look up. It’s hard to shake the feeling that something is wrong, but you do need to work. With a last wary glance at him, you settle your headphones over your ears - transparency on - and get back to organizing a data set that reminds you of a ball of duct tape.

It’s time for a break before you know it. Your companion, true to his word, hasn’t said a peep since he sat down, more than an hour ago. He barely looks up as you close your laptop before turning back to his book. He does look up when you flag down one of the servers.

“Lunch,” you say, inanely. To the server, you say, “Can I get the chicken sandwich today?”

“Chips ‘n a lemonade, yeah?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

They turn to your table mate. “And for you?”

“The same, ah guess?” He raises his eyebrows at you, like he expects you to give him permission or something. He looks back at the server. “Yeah, a chicken piece for me, as well. ‘Nd a juice?”

“Separate checks?”

“Aye, ta,” the guy says. When the server leaves, he blanches. “Hope you dinnae mind.”

You do mind, but it’s not like he can sit anywhere else right now. “It’s fine.”

He sets his book on the table, and your eyebrows shoot up. Whatever you thought he’d be reading, Jurassic Park wasn’t it. He grins. “Ah ken. It’s old, yeah? But it’s a damn sight better’n the movie.”

“Isn’t that how it goes,” you say, vaguely. 

But you’ve already fallen into his trap. He turns his chair to face you, crossing his arms and leaning into the table. His eyes are unnervingly blue - somehow even bluer than Simon’s - and bright with interest. “’M serious. It’s not just that a character yells in the movie and speaks softly in the book, aye? In fact, the movie made Dr. Sattler older, aye? Great choice, emphasize ‘er expertise.” 

Aging up a woman character? You’re reluctantly intrigued. “She was a less important character in the book?”

“Nae,” the man scoffs. “She’s probably the first o’em to realize how shite the whole thing is. Notices things. Stuff the other’s aren’t payin’ attention to because she’s the plant expert, an’ naebody pays attention to plants.”

You find yourself drawn in, in spite of yourself. Johnny, as he introduces himself, has obviously been waiting for a chance to talk about it, but he’s not pushy. He excitedly pulls a pen from his pocket to doodle along with his explanations. By the time your food has arrived, he’s convinced you to at least try the audiobook.

“I cannae pay attention stuff in mah ears,” he says with a grin as he starts to dig in. “But I hear good things, if you don’t ‘ave time to sit an’ read the text.”

As you nod along, you look up and almost choke on your next swallow. Simon is outside, looking at you through the window with raised eyebrows above his usual black surgical mask. His eyes flick to give the man at your table an obvious once over. And then he turns away and walks out of sight.

“Ye alrigh’?” Johnnys’ eyebrows are up near his hairline when you look back at him. “Ye look like ye’ve seen a ghost.”

“Y-yeah,” you say, torn between staying seated and the urge to run after Simon. You can’t help but look at the window again, but he’s gone, there’s nothing for it. “Sorry, I thought… Sorry. Yeah, I’ll get the audiobook.”

When you get home, Simon is on the couch, the TV on with the volume low. He watches you, like he always does, as you take off your shoes and shuffle around to put away your things. When you finally join him on the couch, you find that he’s watching a nature documentary. A crocodile slides under the water with barely a ripple.

“He was only sitting with me because there wasn’t anywhere else,” you rush to say.

Simon turns to cock his head at you. “You get ‘is name?”

“John. Johnny,” you answer. “He told me about his book, but I left as soon as we were done eating.”

“Good,” he says with a nod. He lifts the arm closest to you, pulling you close as you settle into his side. “’S good to have friends, Precious.”

“He’s not a friend. Just some guy out to lunch like everyone else.” 

“You let him stay,” Simon points out. He squeezes you in a rough approximation of a one armed hug. “Been nervous around people, but you’re gettin’ better.”

This isn’t what you expected. You can’t help but side-eye him. “You’re… proud of me?”

Simon’s lips press gently against your forehead. “’S long as you pick better this time, I don’t mind you ‘aving friends. Can’t keep you all to myself forever. ‘Sides, you’ve marked me proper, ‘aven’t you? Got me as your little pet. Johnny’s not gonna be a problem.”

The little pink scar around his ribs is little more than a raised line. You slide your fingers under his shirt to pet at it. Among all of his scars, it’s one of the smallest. You’d cried the first time he’d let you see under the bandages.

“You’re not a pet,” you grumble, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You’re an alligator who won’t leave my house.”

“Your alligator, now,” Simon agrees. He focuses back on the television, seemingly done with the conversation.

You could leave it at that. But you turn to face him, instead. “You’re not mad?”

“Not unless ‘e ‘urts ya.” Simon presses his lips against your hair. “An’ I wouldn’t let that ‘appen.”

The following week, though, he stands over you with an exaggerated grimace at how crowded the place is. “Och, d’ya mind?”

Johnny is there the next time you go to the cafe. He waves from his table, but ducks back into his notebook without waving you over. So you work from your own table in peace. When you take a break for lunch, he’s gone. Two days later, it’s the same. It’s easier to concentrate, now that you’re less worried that he’ll take the conversation from the other day as an invitation. 

With a sigh, you clear some space for him. But just like last time, he keeps to himself, reading and occasionally jotting things down in his notebook. It’s not until just before lunch that he breaks the silence.

“D’y’ve a boyfriend then?” You can’t keep yourself from cringing fast enough, apparently, because he laughs. “Sorry, sorry, shouldnae asked.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grumble.

“Aw,” he coos. “Don’ worry hen. You’re right bonnie. Ah’m sure they’ll come around, whoever they are.”

That would be sweet, if it wasn’t so painfully off base. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Oh, you’re right done wit’ me,” he laughs. “Ah ken’t I shoulda kept mah mouth shut. Ma always said runnin’ mah mouth would get me into trouble. I won’t bother ye again.” 

You roll your eyes. “It’s fine. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

He doesn’t push, and you’re grateful. But when it comes time to pay for lunch, he insists on paying. It grates on your nerves. A gift from a guy is never just generosity, you learned that long before Brandon. But you clench your jaw and pack your bag up a bit more roughly than usual and say your goodbyes.

“They didn’t have the brownies you wanted,” you announce as you return home from the grocer, two days later. “I think it was a limited edi…tion…”

You notice Simon watching through the window, but he’s there and gone before you can get a read on his expression.

There’s a smattering of blood on the entryway carpet.

You don’t drop the bag with the eggs, but only because your muscles are locked up. Did someone break into the apartment? Was Simon here when they did, or next door? Did they leave? Did he take them?

A sound makes you gasp before you bite your tongue hard enough to taste blood. And then again, a muffled groan, close, from the direction of your couch. 

It’s not Simon’s voice.

You gently set your bags down and reach behind the coats for the blackjack Simon insisted on leaving there for security. There’s a rustling. Another groan. You stoop low, trying to make yourself a smaller target, and creep around the edge of the couch.

When you see Johnny, bound and gagged, shirt covered in blood where he lies on the floor, your stomach drops so fast you feel dizzy.

“No, no, no, no, no,” you whisper, dropping the jack with a thump. You crawl over to him, looking around frantically. Simon is nowhere to be seen. But he did this. He had to have done this. Right?

Johnny twitches, groans again, eyelids fluttering open. When he sees you, his eyes go wide, and he frantically tries to sit up.

“No, don’t! I don’t know where you’re hurt,” you hiss. You reach around his head to untie the cloth that’s gagging him. “Oh my god-”

“We gotta get out’f here, bonnie,” he grunts, leaning into your hands as you help him upright. He spits blood on the floor. “No tellin’ when that mental bastard gets back.”

“Oh god,” you whisper again, touching the front of his shirt. It’s dark and sticky in a bloom across his chest. “Where are you hurt? Did he stab you?”

“Ah’m okay,” he grunts. “A bit banged up, but ah’ll live.”

You swallow down the urge to vomit. “There’s a lot of blood, Johnny.”

“S’nae all mine,” he answers. “C’mon, untie me, before Simon gets back.”

You’re shifting to reach behind him before your mind catches up. You can feel the blood drain from your face. “W-what? What did you say?”

“We need to get out of here!”

“No, you said his name, you called him - ”

“Simon? That’s what ye called him when you came home,” he hisses. 

“No, I didn’t,” you whisper, body stuttering between frozen and electrified. You never call Simon’s name where others can hear. “And - and I - you - you were unconscious.”

Shining blue eyes stare into yours from two inches away. Johnny’s bloody mouth curls into a smile. “Oh, he’s trained you up good, he has.”

You scream when he lunges forward, huge arms grabbing at you. 

His weight crushes the air out of your lungs when your back hits the ground. You twist under him, using the arm he hasn’t trapped to grab his hair and yank. He swears, and loosens his hold just enough that you’re able to free your other hand and jab him in the throat.

You expect the way that he chokes, but the hand he’s twisted in the back of your shirt stays locked tight. He coughs out a frenzied laugh as you twist. Your heart races as he prevents you from getting your knees up between your belly and his. But he doesn’t expect you to hammer the heel of your boot against the back of his knee, or how you use the leverage against his leg to roll away onto your belly. 

He doesn’t let go of you, but that’s fine, that’s okay, as long as you can reach under the edge of the couch. Johnny pounces, body curling around you without quite pinning you down. His fingers twist into your hair in an echo of how you wrenched at him. But he doesn’t stop your hand, grabbing the leg of the couch and then reaching under and up and-

“Try again, Bonnie,” Johnny chuckles into your ear when your hand meets nothing but cotton and wood.

Your heart doesn’t have time to stop. The grinding pain between your hip bone and the floor makes you pop up your pelvis and reach down. The tiny knife, Little K, jumps to your hand. It’s so easy to flick it open, you think you almost cut your own belly as you heave. Johnny rides you for a moment, then pops up onto his knees to let you roll freely.

You don’t have time to decide, gut or femoral, you just swing. Denim parts, pressure - 

Johnny yelps.

His weight is suddenly gone, and the arc of your arm slams the back of your hand and your elbow onto the carpet. It’s a shock, almost hard enough to make you drop the knife. You flick your eyes around, nearly blind with tunnel vision, and see Johnny standing over you. His jeans are slashed, outer thigh almost to crotch, but you can’t see blood, fuck.

He sways, oddly. Is your vision swimming? He doesn’t descend on you again, though, just laughs and wiggles. One of his feet isn’t on the ground, his injured leg is dangling, did you get him?

You imagine you can see Simon’s face, a little angry and a little amused. If you die here, Johnny will live to see his own intestines, you know it. Even if you survive, he won’t. Simon might gift you another skull. The thought almost has a laugh bubbling out of you. 

“You stupid motherfucker,” you hiss. 

“Oh, now you’ve done it.”

Simon’s voice startles you into action. You’re off your back and scrabbling backward in and instant as he manifests behind Johnny. Except, you realize, that Simon is holding Johnny up, one arm snaked under Johnny’s and hand around the back of his neck. That’s why Johnny looks off balance, it’s because he is, because Simon is here, he’s going to save you-

“Did real good, Precious,” Simon says with a grin. “Knew you’d get along.”

What? “What?”

Simon says something else, but you can barely hear him over your heart pounding in your ears. But you hear it when Johnny laughs. You see when Simon releases him with a ruffle to his mohawk and a shove toward the armchair. Before you know it, Simon’s scooped you into his arms and taken his usual seat on the couch. He pries the knife from your hand and snaps it closed. 

“Told you I was thinkin’ of gettin you a dog,” Simon rumbles, sitting you in his lap so your back is against his chest. Before you can protest that no, he never once mentioned a fucking dog, he continues, “This’n’s mostly ‘ousebroken, already. Soap needs a firm ‘and, but you c’n ‘andle him. 

Soap? What the fuck does soap have to do with anything? What kind of a name is…

"Oi!” Simon barks. “Off the furniture.”

Your stomach drops as you remember John Price, two months ago now. “Soap’s supposed to be my troublemaker, not you.” Soap.

When your wide eyes swing to him,  Johnny’s face is split into a toothy grin. He tips his head back against the seat of the arm chair. One of his hands touches the blood blooming through his jeans and brings it up to his lips. He laves his tongue over his fingers. “Ah’m lookin’ forward to gettin’ to know you, Bonnie.”

A part of you wants to get up and slit his throat. The rest of you slumps back into Simon’s chest and bursts into tears.

[queenofallimagines]

Needy Embarrassing sex with Sae

A/N: Daydreaming about this mans dick what else is new🙄😒 imagining he’s in charge of helping the new manager get accustomed to the team and he can’t help but let his eyes wander

EDIT: MDNI but here’s an audio reference for y’all who not picking up what I’m putting down💕 twitter link 🥰

Sae:

- this one gave me butterflies Ngl

- Bc I can hear his voice

- Like I said he’s a lot more Tame than Rin so he does have an occasional soft spot

- ESPECIALLY for cute little things who can’t even remember the name of half the teammates they’re managing

- Since he’s the best of the best coach obviously tells him to whip you into shape

- “Try not to scare this one off”

- “Not my fault you signed off on someone who can’t even fill a water bottle”

- The coach is praying for you fr

- Surprised that you take the initiative to approach him first to ask him about things

- “I mean you ARE the star midfielder right? You probably have a good read on everyone and how they work so asking you would be my best bet.”

- Okay he loves a go getter

- Pleasantly surprised that you’re asking good questions

- “I’m trying to get as much info as possible so this becomes second nature.”

- Gives you a through rundown of the schedule and what time they take breaks

- Obviously he’s a diva so he’s the most demanding

- Giving you a tour around the facilities

- “That’s the locker room. Wouldn’t recommend walking by here between the hours of 4:45 and 6pm”

- “…..I’ll keep that in mind.”

- Finds showing you around not annoying

- Once you get to the dorms he’s listing off everyone’s sleeping habits

- “He won’t wake up before 8:30 am so if you can manage that congratulations”

- He’s been eyeing you this entire time but he can’t help it!

- He’s a hard worker so anyone putting in honest effort into anything especially when it pertains to him catches his eye

- Not his fault you look good taking notes and analyzing your surroundings

- Stands back when showing you the rooms so he can sneak a peek at your ass

- You feel him glaring holes into your back but it’s not for the reason you think

- He’s infamous for being kinda a spoiled brat but he produces amazing results so who’s gunna say something to him??

- Lmao not I said the cat

- You don’t even peep his heated gaze until you bump into him walking backwards

- Turning around quickly to apologize before he can catch an attitude his eyes are quite literally undressing you

- This man’s whole life is sports so ofc he’s gunna find a track suit sexy

- Will play it off like he’s not embarrassed for getting caught

- “Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re just now getting star struck.”

- Mans is giggly asf in the back of his head

- He fr ain’t seen someone catch his eye like this in a while

- Logically getting his dick wet right now would be nice

- But also with the new manager on the first day??

- weighing the options in his head and the way you look up at him and go

- “What about you? What do you want from your manager?”

- He threw caution to the wind

- Everyone else is busy with practice and he can make up some lukewarm ass excuse as to why you guys took so long

- Testing the waters by letting one of his hands rest on your lower back

- Mamma ain’t raise no bitch so he’s relieved you immediately return his energy

- He’s not wasting anymore time and pulls you in for a kiss

- Mans is STARVED for intimacy like this so he’s definitely a little more vulnerable

- Like that’s definitely the reason your lips fit so well against his

- Why your body curves into his so nicely when he carries you to his bed

- Yeah that’s definitely it

- Feeling himself get embarrassingly hard so fast he’s feverishly tugging at your sweatpants

- “Let me make you feel good, there you go.”

- The quiver in his voice isn’t missed

- You have a once in a lifetime free pass to tease THE Itoshi Sae

- PLEASE TAKE IT!!

- Grind your hips into his while tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck and he will let out some of the sweetest moans for you

- It really has been a while the way his hands are shaking to pull off his own clothes

- Pull him down to kiss you, distracting him from his current task

- He’s weak for being pushed around a little

- Throws your legs over his shoulders without warning

- The way he’s got your legs spread wide for him and he’s eye level with what he wants has you avoiding eye contact at all costs

- Moving his head between your thighs he’s damn near moaning with his mouth all over you

- Holds your trembling thighs still right beside his ears as he shamelessly moans into your cunt

- “You taste so fucking good, gonna use my fingers.”

- This man has not had pussy I’m so long he’s acting FOOLISH

- If he even took a moment to BREATHE he would be giving you heart eyes

- The way he’s singing praises while sucking your clit and angling his fingers to hit your g-spot all at once

- Man is filthy, and he’s not at all ashamed like he’s grown

- Spitting on your clit before he starts rubbing it with his thumb

- While his mouth and other hand are busy getting as much of your taste as possible

- The type of man to need to lay a towel down no matter WHAT your doing in bed

- Very “wait I didn’t shave” “did I ask all that??” Energy imo

- He’s gunna have you cumming on his sheets anyway so what do all that matter??

- Looks up and sees you covering your face trying to keep your noises down and that shit don’t fly w him

- “Keep covering your face and I’ll tie your hands to the bed.”

- And he’s dead serious too

- Comes up to kiss you not caring if you taste yourself because he wants to feel your lips THAT bad

- The way he refuses to break eye contact only serves to make you more shy because they’re glossed over with desire

- making sure you can’t squirm away from him has he has you cumming on his fingers

- “Feel good?… Yeah? like how i stretch you out? Let me feel you come undone then.”

- Whew IK he talks you through it😫

- “Keep your eyes open.”

- “S-sae I can’t-“

- “You can and you will, pretty thing.”

- Feels your nails digging into your wrists as you clench around his fingers

- “Ah. Almost there? Make a mess f’me.”

- Almost came in his pants watching your eyes roll back

- Since he IS shameless he’ll lick his fingers clean as you’re forced to watch him

- Dramatic as fuck the way he groans about you tasting good

- “Let me watch you play with it.”

- Watching your small fingers curl inside your pussy as you mewl in embarrassment almost has him intoxicated

- Throwing his damn clothes anywhere

- He’s not too stupid to not tease you a little tho

- “If you’re that shy turn around and hide your face in the pillows”

- Nothing is EVER that easy with him

- Cursing and grunting under his breath as he slips it in

- “How about you set the pace. Fuck me how you want”

- Chuckles as you hide your face in the pillows while fucking back into him

- He knows how to put on a performance before all else too

- “Use my cock cmon, make me proud and fuck me good pretty.”

- He’s moaning like a whole ass pornstar head thrown back and everything

- Trying not to move because this is your “punishment” for being all shy

- Can’t help it when you look back at him face clearly burning and whimpering at how embarrassing this is

- Praising you which makes it even MORE embarrassing

- “There you go” “fuck me till I come cmon” “you can do it”

- Like bro SHUT UP😭

- However the way you’re squeezing him tells otherwise

- When he feels you come around him he grits his teeth and says a small sorry in his head before he shoves your face into the mattress

- Feeling you wrapped about him had him fr loosing his mind

- Might skip all of practice just to keep doing this

- “Mhm, you can cum on this dick.. i wanna see it messy."

- Stretches out his words and talks all slow

- He is an Itoshi though unfortunately

- “W-wait Sae, 's too much, you're too fucking big."

- Has you seeing stars like never before

- Clit pincher🗣️ hair puller🗣️

- “Sayin’ it's too much but whining for more? Can't make up your then mind I’ll decide for you.”

- Pushing you deeper into the mattress with his whole body weight

- Grunts and moans RIGHT into your damn ear because you’re squeezing him so might tighter shouldn’t he tell you how good you’re making him feel?

- “At least your cunt knows what she wants, pretty pussy sucking me in and won’t let go. Want me to fill you up that damn bad?”

- Failed to take into account that all he wants to do now is lay down and spoon you while you cockwarm him

- But alas this is the shared dorm and NOT his apartment

- And he has no clue how long y’all been at it

- Helps you clean up while wobbling slightly

- Makes sure there’s no trace of what yall did but the sheets to his bed being in the washing machine

- Nobody thinks nothing bc he’s an upper class brat who needs things to be pristine

- Some people get suspicious when it happens like 5 times a week though….

- He does all his laundry separate so there’s no one to see how your underwear accidentally falls out the pocket of one of his jackets

- Everyone congratulates you on somehow going above and beyond so well that The Sae Itoshi acknowledged you!

- He didn’t think after the first time that looking at your ass you’d be enough to make him embarrassingly hard in public but oh well

- “Continue in my absence I’m going to check if the manager has the new schedule.”

- A few people see red scratches peeking out his jersey but meh probably just the imagination

[chick-it-out]

song recs, king? 👀 👑

im helpin organize a pride event for our town (last year we had about 500 peeps at our all-ages event) and im puttin togetber a new party playlist this year! the list has a lotta nu disco, dance, pop, classics, etc.

lookin for tracks that are:

- not explicit (or have an ok radio edit)

- upbeat

- danceable and/or gay (hooray)

thabk you for ur time 🐥🎶

[readychilledwine]

Temperature Play

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

This kink is a little self-explanatory. Temperature play uses warm or cold objects to add another level of sensory play into intimacy. From ice cubes to wax to a heated massage or a cold glass toy, there's a lot of possibilities for this.

Temperature play is another form of play that can be done with or without a partner and may be something you don't realize you're doing already if you own a heated sex toy. This is a good one to try alone first. That way, you know what your body likes and can let your partner know as well.

Temperature play is a relatively safe form of play and an easy way to add to your sex life. It can help intensify orgasms and stimulate the body more, and honestly, it is just a fun form of play with someone you trust.

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As always, NSFW below the cut.

Lucien Vanserra x Reader

Warnings - not my usual rough smut, ice use, fingering, unprotected sex, restraints, mentions of safe words

“What are you doing?” You stared at Lucien as he leaned against the door. He was studying you like a hawk, bare chest on full display as he ate an apple.

“Deciding what to do with you, my lady.” He didn't move, but the smirk on his face told you he wasn't up to anything good as he continued to look you over. “I've decided.”

You couldn't help but laugh, brows raising as he pushed off the frame. “And?” He shrugged, biting into that apple, and then walked away. “Lucien!”

He yelled over his shoulder, tone echoing amusement. “You'll find out later!”

You should have been more prepared. You were currently tied to a bed, clothing long forgotten, and Lucien was above you. He was laying soft kisses along your throat, your collarbone, teeth nipping along the way. 

It all sounded fantastic. Your devastatingly beautiful mate worshiping every square inch of you. And it was, any moment spent with the two of you naked and lost to the world was amazing. You wouldn't have changed a thing. 

Except the ice he was currently using on your left nipple. You whimpered as he ran it over to the right side, cold water tracking along your skin as he did. “Lu, too cold.”

He hummed against your skin, mouth moving to your peaked left nipple and taking it in your mouth. Your back arched as you moaned. The contrast had you lost, body confused as to which sensation to focus on. He switched as he lowered his hand and that damned ice again, warming your right nipple back up with a moan of his own. “So beautiful, kitten.” 

Your legs jerked as that first touch of cold dripped onto your soaked core. “Lucien-”

“Yes, my lady?”

“Don't you fucking dare.” 

He took your lips in his, kissing you so deeply that you almost forgot what you were protesting. “If you don't want me to do something,” he had pulled away just barely, lips still brushing yours with every syllable. “What are you supposed to do?”

“Use my safe word,” you tried leaning up, needing to kiss him again. 

“Then use it,” he challenged you. You two maintained eye contact as the first kiss of that rapidly melting ice touched your clit. 

It was shock, pleasure, mind numbing. You whispered his name, eyes rolling back as he circled those nerves over and over until the ice melted to nothing. “That's my girl.” His chilled fingers took its place, circling with enough pressure to have you moaning loudly from increased sensitivity. “Relax and let me take care of you.”

His hand became warm, erasing the bite of the cold and relaxing inch by inch of muscle until you were completely soft and soaking below him.

The fingers on your clit moved to your entrance, pushing in and stretching you, prepping you for him. The warmth of his body wrapping you, fighting the chill he had set in, made you almost feel like you had been put into a sleepy haze. 

His fingers began moving Inside of you, searching until they found that perfect spot. You seemed to sink even further into the mattress at their heated touch on that spot, whimpering softly as he smiled above you. 

Lucien leaned down to you, lips brushing the pointed tip of your ear, “Cum for me, y/n.” You body gave into him instantly, arching back off the bed as you moaned his name to the Heavens. “Good girl. Such A pretty obedient thing.” He praised you through the High, kissing your cheekbones, your nose, your Temple. 

When you finally came down, Lucien had settled between your thighs, wet fingers lathering his cock in your essence. He had ice in his mouth as he lined up and pushed home, head falling back as he groaned. He began kissing your neck as his hips met yours again and again. The two temperatures had your body tensing and relaxing, fighting as every nerve stood on end. 

His lips came to yours again, a sigh of relief leaving you as your eyes fluttered shut. He was taking his time, waking up your inner walls inch by inch and enjoying every noise falling from your mouth. His cold tongue tasted you, battled your own for dominance. 

You wailed, having been distracted by him as cold hit your bundle of nerves again. “No,” it was a half protest, moans now leaving your mouth almost consistently.

“Use your safe word, My lady, and I stop.” You shook your head, moaning his name and praying to the Cauldron. His breathy moans began hitting your ears, telling you he was getting as close as you were. 

Your walls were squeezing him, confused on the cold beginning to drip down to your core. Confused by the heat of his cock making love to you. “Lucien-”

“Me too, y/n.” His voice was deep, eyes screwing shut. “Right there, kitten.”

“Lucien-” You moaned again, letting it become a soft cry. “Lucien!”

You came screaming his name, ripping him over the edge behind you as it all became too much. His strong arms wrapped around your hips, allowing him to keep you close as he filled you with sloppy thrusts. He was grunting your name, moaning it like a prayer, eyes shut, and mouth open in bliss. 

You two laid there, panting in time with each other. His hands lazily reached up, undoing the restraints and forcing your hands to his hair. You chuckled softly, beginning to massage his scalp. “Idea as good as you hoped, Lu?”

He grunted, snuggling into your breasts. “Mhm. Love loving you. Love being yours.”

You kissed his head. “And I love being yours.”

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[weebsinstash]

I keep thinking of some darker yandere Vox ideas themed around hacking and his hypnosis abilities just because, idk, his obsession developing into the desire to control or pry into your most intimate of parts has been hitting different lately

-I mean, just. Right off the bat could you even imagine dating Vox for a while but being too shy to sleep with him yet and one day he decides he's "helping you" by completely overriding your free will and you're trapped in your own head watching and feeling as you lie on your back as he does whatever he wants. He treats it all intimate and special and it makes you wanna throw up meanwhile he's talking about, how like, 'oh, he was just helping you because you're so anxious, you two shared an intimate moment, he's never been so close to anyone before--'

- sorry, I've just been on soulmate shit so hard lately, so: soulmate Vox with a computer/smartphone/tech Reader and he's just incredibly um "emboldened" by the fact that "you guys match", and the whole, "belonging together" thing. You're his soulmate, and you guys should be sharing everything, right? :) what's your social media? Let him see your friends lists. You don't mind if the hacking stuff also extends to technology stuff outside of your control like peeping at your private DMs right? Oh, do you have the ability to connect your phone with yourself, or other devices with yourself? Better be careful leaving your wifi signal open; he just might jump into it

-Vox installing a virus inside you that tracks your location and things like your heartbeat, oxygen levels, and the current overall state of your body and all its parts. He's basically constantly looking at your... your fucking Sims stats. Are you hungry, tired, horny?

-I mean. When you really consider the possibility of "Reader/Vox are tech and certain human attributes can now be physically altered or modified", that can be both cool and horrifying in of itself. It could really be taken to extremes. Vox doing something to upset you and forcing you to forget about it by hacking into and deleting your actual fucking memories. Deletes memories of friends he doesn't want you hanging out with. Deletes memories of anyone he doesn't like you liking or admiring. Vox trying to forcibly install programs inside of you that can control or influence your personality

-been thinking about how Vox is from the 50s and has electrical powers and how he could in theory personally give you electro shock therapy or could be in favor of having it done to you professionally. If you're a robot like him, he could basically, EMP you and knock you out if he thinks you're "getting hysterical". I just often have ideas about how him and Alastor are from time periods where they threw people into hospitals or medicated people to control them to some real extreme degrees and methods and how this environment might manifest in their behaviors, actions, and opinions

-like me the idea of, you're already in a consensual relationship with him but you're still a little shy but, like, you're happy with him, but, he's so, You Know, that he decides that he just HAS to know more about you and hacks into you or does horrible shit anyways. Plugs into you while you're sleeping to look at your memories or even thoughts if he's worried you're hiding something from him, or even kind of worse, he just. Wants to know everything about you and what's inside your head, including all sorts of menial questions and wanting to know any sorts of habits or preferences or favorite things you have. He's juat utmost violating your body in genuinely the worst possible way by getting inside your actual mind and looking at whatever he wants and it's ranging from, he wants to see why you've seemed kind of anxious lately, to, he wants to know the best way to propose to you, to, he wants to make sure you're not cheating on him (without even the slightest clue to hint you are, he's just genuinely possessive and paranoid), to... wanting to know your favorite foods, colors, what shows do you watch clothes you like: it either becomes a slippery slope of him escalating how invasive he is Or he's just immediately feeling entitled to know everything from the get go

-so I personally don't have any experience in this sort of thing but apparently it can be a pretty big thing between couples that some people REALLY Do Not Like their partners watching porn and I can't help but think of, Reader who is either a new consensual partner/soulmate of Vox or a reluctant one and he's, insulted to find out you've been jacking it to like other people rather than sleeping with him. I'm talking "he's going through your search history" levels of creeping on you about this. He won't stop until he knows Every Single Fetish You Have and he'll use that knowledge against you, either to seduce you or just kind of shame you for not coming to him. Maybe there's even kinks you have he doesn't agree with so now he's like, violating your privacy AND judging you for things you aren't even public about

-you don't even have to be a robot and he has his hypnosis powers so... I also think about... Vox who forces his darling to calm down because you're not "cooperating" aka letting him/whomever else touch you, whether it's him forcing you to also put up with Val, or you're with Vox and Alastor, just Vox being able to completely rob your control of any situation, even nonsexual ones, forcing you to cuddle or try on certain clothes or answer certain questions. He's a greedy insecure egomaniac who's convinced he can buy/force your love no matter what as long as he keeps trying and obsessively finding out every single thing about you. He's pathetic. He's the kinda guy where if he's spying through his drones and catches you with another guy it upsets him so bad he's crying and stalking the dude's entire social media, finding out his name, his address, vowing to ruin his life, sobbing as he screams 'why don't you love me' kind of shit, but, to your face he'll try and be the perfect businessman to sell the image of the ideal partner and eventually husband

[seuonji]

彡 i love you all the way. — yoon jeonghan

notes ๑ after getting rejected by your long term crush, jeonghan makes a proposal. little did you know, this proposal is fully a win to him, as long as you say yes.

keys ๑ best friend!jeonghan, crush!joshua

genre ๑ angst, fluff, highschool au — preview

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 0.7k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

you were seated at your desk with jeonghan sitting infront of you. he was immersed in a comic he’s been fixated on lately. his legs were tucked under your desk so his knees were hitting yours. you occasionally kicked his shins but he still didn’t move. he wasn’t from your class, he just visited you every lunch break.

“he rejected me,” you monotonously blurted out of the blue.

“hm? joshua?” he peeped over the comic he was reading to see your face.

you bit your lip and nodded, hands fiddling with the comic book you stole from jeonghan’s bag.

his eyes averted back to his comic but he was interested to know more, “do you know why he rejected?”

“said he doesn’t have time for a relationship, what a load of bull,” you eventually placed the comic into your desk and smacked your hands unable to hide your frustrations of the situation. “how much you wanna bet he’s lying?”

“yn, you and i both know he’s not,“ jeonghan tilted the book downwards so you could see his done expression.

it was true, joshua was someone that cared about doing well academically. along with that, he was captain of the track team at school. to top it all off, he offered to teach kids in the music club how to play the guitar.

it was admirable really, plus, it was attractive. he knew how to balance his life amazingly well yet, he didn’t know where to fit a significant other into his schedule. but perhaps it wasn’t something meant to be fit in. at least not yet.

another admiring aspect of joshua was that he knew where his priorities lied however it was something you couldn’t help but resent.

because joshua did like you. you were someone he made exceptions for. he met you through his busy schedules so naturally you thought, this could work.

you planted your face onto your desk. “how could he reject me, we hangout all the time. what was missing?” you sulked.

“nothing was missing, he just has some priorities ynnie.”

your head was still on the table and jeonghan sighed.

“hey, be thankful he thought it through. it’s true he’s busy, you know that. even if he did accepted you, he would be able to only love you halfway, don’t you think?” he tapped your head with the book as he lectured you.

you let out a deep sigh, jeonghan couldn’t be more right. underneath it all, you knew you would’ve gotten tired of meeting him only for a few hours a week. you’d also get tired of the late replies and ultimately, in that list of priorities he had, you wouldn’t even place top three.

it just wasn’t meant to be.

you sat upwards and with a helpless tone, you answered, “i guess.”

jeonghan breathily chuckled as he pinched your hair in between his fingers. just as silence creeped in, jeonghan spoke.

“wanna date me in the meantime?” he tilted his head.

you were apalled, astonished even but you answered and went with it. it was definitely just one of his jeonghan jokes anyways.

“why would i accept, this totally goes against what you said earlier. joshua may only love me halfway but you don’t love me at all.”

“what do you mean? i love you all the way, is it my fault you didn’t notice?”

you sat there amused, his words were yet to register in your head, “you hypocrite!”

but then you finally heard him.

“wait— you what?—”

you were cut off by the bell,

“oh, there’s the bell, i’ll see you later yn,” he slid out the seat, placing it under its respective desk. he patted your head and smiled, “think about it, it might be fun.”

just as he was about to walk to the exit, he bent down and whispered in your ear, “i’ll let you pretend i’m joshua.”

the last thing you heard was his steps descending further away from you. you were left with so much uncertainty but one thing is for sure, this was not one of his jeonghan jokes.

[blueberry-pride]

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Meaning behind each song:

Heartslabyul "Then she aimed at my chest with love in her eye."- This song overall is catchy, a jumpy song that I'd think would fit Heartslabyul as a whole. Having that whole talk about madness but at the same time just playing it off and like its normal for them. This song sounds mischievous to me, something I see all peeps from this dorm are capable of.

Savanaclaw "We like it dangerous, we like to see you sweat, turn up another notch, you ain't see nothing yet."- This dorm is known for living life on the more rugged and rough side of things, hard work and often times by physical means to get what they want. And just like their dorm leader, they have a few tricks prepared when you least expect it.

Octavinelle "I don't belong among the angels, and baby that's just fine with me."- I like to think Octavinelle students are opportunistic as a whole, see something they like? they'll take advantage of it before anyone does. They can be as nice and as giving as the generous Sea Witch just remember not to go too far into the deep end cuz they sure know how to.

Scarabia "Can we go back, this is the moment. Tonight is the night, we'll fight til it's over."- Honestly one of the best songs at a party sure to get everyone dancing which is why I wanted this song for Scarabia. I see this dorm as both fun and seriousness. Planning and carefully plotting so that they can give it their all and they would still have enough energy in the end. You can't contain them!

Pomefiore "Pop culture was in art now art's in pop culture in me."- I like to think each Pomefiore student has some form of creativity in them and they all would pursue it through hard work to have it in the image that they see fit. A song that I see fit this dorm (one of the reasons being because its freaking Lady Gaga) because everyone here wants to get recognition by showing their own kind of beauty.

Ignihyde "Looking to the ways of the ones before me, looking for the path of the young and lonely."- A dorm that revolves around updating and improving on pre-existing things so that it becomes more stronger and something to better even more so for the next gen of starry-eyed students. Though with their diligent work, it's not shock that this dorm is the most introverted out of all. Mostly focusing and tending to themselves with one another. (Another reason why I chose this song is because its from Wreck it Ralph with the tech and all)

Diasomnia "Tell you you're the greatest but once you turn, they hate us."- I could list a lot of why I chose this song for Diasomnia but generally, it's about the main theme which is...well, enemies. It even says on the wiki, that they have a track record of having students with a lot of magical capabilities. So in a school that trains wizards with said magic, it comes as no surprise that with their greatness comes with people trying to see them as competition *coughs* Savanaclaw *coughs*. But besides that, Diasomnia is a force to be reckoned with and I could see it with this song

[autumnaaltonen]

Hello, I wanted to ask if it was possible to have a Headcannons of Alucard x mute Reader, please. I love what you do :)

Due to my background with deafness and depression, I have had periods in my life where I was selectivley mute for several months at a time, so I can really relate to this one! I'll give it my best shot.

Alucard With a Mute S/O

In Alucard's mind, he has a mental list of every human in his unlife that dictates remembering by name and face, and then a lower list of those he simply passes by on a day-to-day basis.

And as Walter's new apprentice, you had found yourself placed in that latter list.

It wasn't from lack of trying, mind you, you have been attempting to get the handsome vampire to notice you for some time. Unfortunatly, without a voice to make yourself heard, Alucard has simply brushed you by with every interaction, never sticking around long enough for you to wave a "hello" or try to show him something you find interesting.

He's an eccentric creature, you understand, but that made it no less frustrating to be ignored when you were always by Walter or Sir Integra's side.

While usually on the sidelines, you begin to request more advanced jobs from Walter, which are usually assigned to himself. Things like delivering Alucard and Seras's blood bags, and cleaning the Jackel and the Casull before missions. Walter was hesitant, given Alucard's track record for tormenting new staff, but he admired your courage none-the-less and allowed you to do as you pleased.

Once you began to be seen in Alucard's peripheral more and more often, you knew that it was only a matter of time before he tried to pull some shit on you. But you were prepared.

Working under Walter and Sir Integra has its perks, including learning about all of Alucard's usual shenanigans. Apparently, his ultimate goal is always to get a good scream out of someone, or at least really piss them off. So you were already one step ahead of the game.

Centipedes appearing in your bedsheets? Gross, but you obviously don't say anything of it, and choose to sleep on the couch instead.

Dead WW2 soldier in the utility closet? It made you jump, but that was about it. Once you poke it with a broom, it dissipates into a pile of black mist.

Extra blood and guts all over the Jackel and Cassull? This is why Covid gave us masks and rubber gloves.

While you had hoped to gain Alucard's respect, or at some point even his affections, in the end all you managed was to make him pissed and thuroughly confused. You haven't made a peep once, and it was wholly unnatural.

Alucard eventually confronts you on your way to Sir Integra's office, materializing through the wall and pinning you against it in frustration. You are visibly startled, but still silent as always while looking up at the beautiful No-Life-King.

"What is the matter with you?" he glowers down at you. "Am I a joke to you? A mere inconvenience?"

You continue to look at him with wonder in your eyes, admiring his sharp fangs and impressive stature. "Now you don't deem me worthy of a single word? I should tear you to threads and feed you to my hound."

Now that catches your attention. He doesn't know? Seriously?

You lift your hand, squeezing it between you and Alucard's impressive chest, and tap your throat a couple of times while shaking your head.

You see Alucard's eyes widen in recognition, standing motionless against you for a few more moments, before a wide smile spreads across his face. He throws his head back in laughter, moving away from you to throw his hands on his chest in disbelief.

After that precarious interaction, you finally found yourself on Alucard's radar, just like your superiors. Your confidence grows with every moment he spends with you, and you get to be more bold in your interactions.

You use your silent character to your advantage. Sometimes while serving Sir Integra with Alucard around, you'll stand behind her and copy her movements and sour expression. It gets a chuckle out of Alucard every time, admiring the balls you have to do that right behind your boss.

While in meetings, the both of you make a game out of talking without words. You frown and hook your finger over your top lip, making fun of Sir Irons' new bushy moustache. Alucard would raise his thumb and pinky finger in the air and motion it towards his mouth, mocking the drunkard old man who slurs through his report. It earns you both a heated glare from Sir Integra, but you have yet to get caught otherwise.

You thought it would bother him more that you could not talk back to him, but you quickly learn that it has been a good while since Alucard had someone who would simply listen.

He's a servant and a weapon, and while he is free to speak, it isn't as if anyone besides Seras ever heed's his words. You are a welcome change, eager and willing to listen to him drawl on about any old thing. But to you, it isn't drawl. His stories are enthralling, his opinions fascinating, and old soul never ceases to entertain you when he speaks of his past.

While you are rarely ever able to contribute to the conversation, the both of you find contentment in each others company. It's been so long since someone actually wanted to spend time with you.

Alucard learns about you little-by-little. Where you came from, why you're here, why you cannot speak, and how you get by without a voice. Now you feel like you're listened to, and you don't even make a sound. What a world this creature is bringing you into.

It isn't long before the two of you attached at the hip, and you found Alucard beginning to return your subtle affections. While you are without words, he finds poetry in your companionship and song in your smile. The both of you are built to break each others boundaries and discover something new every day.

[thetripleaedit]

Kicking off 2024 with a BANG‼️

Presenting “It’s A Remix Ting” the first edition of my remix tapes that feature ALL original Triple A Edits that are available on my patreon (www.patreon.com/tripleaedits) and even some that haven’t dropped yet 🫣

Peep the track list:

FAST WINE X SQUARE BIZ - MACHEL MONTANO X TINA MARIE GAL DEM SUGAR X CANDY - BEENIE MAN X CAMEO UNAVAILABLE X SHE’S A BAD MAMA JAMA - DAVIDO X CARL CARLTON WATER X LOVE COME DOWN - EVELYN CHAMPAGNE KING X TYLA MIDAS TOUCH X TEMPTED TO TOUCH - MIDNIGHT STAR X RUPEE VOGUE X SOUNDGASM - MADONNA X REMA HOLIDAY X HOLIDAY - MADONNA X PROBLEM CHILD JUST A TOUCH OF LOVE X AMAPIANO - SLAVE X ASAKE X OLAMIDE FLEX X STILL NOT A PLAYER - MAD COBRA X BIG PUN X JOE LIVING DANGEROUSLY X SOMETHIN 4 DA HONEYZ - BARRINGTON LEVY FT BOUNTY KILLER X MONTELL JORDAN FREAK LIKE ME X GOOD NIGHT - ADINA HOWARD X VYBZ KARTEL CALL ME EVERY DAY X DOING IT - CHRIS BROWN X WIZKID X LL COOL J RIGHT HERE X Tempted To Touch - SWV X Beres Hammond  CANDY RAIN X Sexy Punkie - SOUL FOR REAL X Sean Paul I'M COMING X GET ME HOME - KONSHENS X FOXY BROWN 7ELEVEN X GET ME HOME - DEXTA DAPS X FOXY BROWN WINE PON IT X RETURN OF THE MACK - JAH VINCI X MARK MORRISON RETURN OF THE MACK X CHEATERS PRAYER - MARK MORRISON X CHRISTOPHER MARTIN DUNCE CHEQUE X RETURN OF THE MACK - VALIANT X MARK MORRISON KISS IT BETTER X DO FOR LOVE - RIHANNA X 2PAC LIKE YOU X DO FOR LOVE - BOW WOW X CIARA X 2PAC WHAT YOU WANT X THINGS MI LOVE - MASE FT TOTAL X ALKALINE ONLY YOU X TUN UP THE WUK - 112 X VYBZ KARTEL PULL IT UP X ONLY YOU - BUJU BANTON & BERES HAMMOND X 112 TONI-ANN SINGH X WIFEY - BURNA BOY X POPCAAN X NEXT AINT NO FUN X CITY BOY - SNOOP DOGG FT. NATE DOG X BURNA BOY I WANNA SEX YOU UP X NO UNDERWEAR - COLOR ME BADD X DEXTA DAPS WHAT'CHU LIKE X BEG U A TOUCH - DA BRAT X VYBZ KARTEL ALWAYS ON TIME X GIVE IT UP TO ME - JA RULE X SEAN PAUL TXTIN’ X  YOU DONT HAVE TO CALL - WRSTN X USHER LOVE LIKE THIS X INDEPENDENT LADIES - FAITH EVANS X GAZA SLIM TIGHT UP SKIRT X UH HUH - RED RAT X B2K FAMILY AFFAIR X CALM DOWN - MARY J. BLIGE X REMA DOO WOP X CAN YOU DO THE WORK - SEAN PAUL DANCE WITH ME X SENSATIONAL - 112 X CHRIS BROWN FT. DAVIDO & LOJAY YEAH X PARTY SHOT - USHER X POPCAAN PARTY TIME X WHERE THE PARTY AT - DANNY ENGLISH X JAGGED EDGE NASTY GIRL X CARIBBEAN GIRL - NOTORIOUS B.I.G X AIDONIA CAUGHT UP X CONTINENT - USHER X NIGY BOY MOON LIGHT X I WANNA LOVE YOU - TEEJAY X SNOOP DOGG X AKON I'M SPRUNG X WILD N RICH - T PAIN X 450 ABOBOYAA X WE BELONG TOGETHER - POPCAAN X BURNA BOY X MARIAH CAREY UNFAITHFUL GAMES X IT'S OVER NOW - TEEJAY X 112 TELL ME X TELL ME - BEENIE MAN X BOBBY VALENTINO LOVE & AFFECTION X ROCK THE BOAT - PRESSURE X AALIYAH SEXY LOVE X BAWL OUT - NE YO X DOVEY MAGNUM UNFOOLISH X LONELINES - ASHANTI FT THE NOTORIOUS BIG X SANCHEZ LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN X BUDDY - SANCHEZ X MUSIQ SOULCHILD SADDEST DAY OF MY LIFE X I WISH - WAYNE WONDER X CARL THOMAS

REMIX

[blvckentropy]

WARNING LONG RANT!

Okay so I've been sitting on Drake so called "diss track" and I still declare it as the biggest CONTRADICTING ASS track ever. Like I get die hard Drake fans gone be like he won regardless but he hasn't because he made several deep holes in his argument. Granted you probably don't give a damn and that's fine. Overall, neither do I but some of you got so blinded and hyped by his one-liners and his flow that you ain't peep what he really said did you? Ngl, had me sitting here like a was crazy for a minute. Now correct me if I'm wrong cause I also had to fact check myself, but these are the lines that got me like now wait wait....

You said, "The ones that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns" just to say "We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information".... which one is it? Are you calling yourself a clown or the ppl you sent the info. to? I'm perplexed.

"What about the bones we dug up in that excavation? And why isn't Whitney denyin' all of the allegations? Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale? You haven't seen the kids in six months, the distance is wild Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child"

First and for most, what is your obsession with this woman? Also are we in high school? Why we worried about someone follow count and/or who following who? She a grown ass woman like she can't have male friends. Plus, if irl she with Kendrick every day, why does she need to? And if Kendrick aint worried about, why are you? You caught up in finding out if that's her real bd but where are your evidence? If Kendrick has to, you do too. Childish.

BUT THIS IS WHERE IT GOT DISRESPECTFUL!

"This Epstein angle was the shit I expected TikTok videos you collected and dissected Instead of being on some diss-direct shit You rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother, I—, mother, I—, mother—" Ah, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested"

"This about to get so depressin' This is trauma from your own confessions This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected That's why these pedophile raps and shit you so obsessed with, it's so excessive"

"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin"

This whole verse was a misinterpretation of Kendrick's song "Mother I Sober" which I had to educate myself with. Long story short, the song is about his mom SA and how she thought he was by his cousin even when he told her "no" and it forms a bigger picture to his overall family trauma as a whole and so on. So not only did you Mr. " You gotta learn to fact check things and be less impatient" if that ain't the biggest pot calling the kettle black idk what is. You got it wrong (Kendrick pretty much explained it) then double down on borderline prob over the line atp disrespecting his mother and all and every victim of SA? We victim shaming now?

I never been with no one underage, but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with Just for clarity, I feel disgusted, I'm too respected If I was fucking young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested I'm way too famous for this shit you just suggested

*Slow claps* Congratulations you played yourself. What in the fuckery? CURRENTLY....DIDDY DOODLE BOB HAS ALLEGATIONS RIGHT NOW AND HE'S MORE FAMOUS THAN U. And don't get me started on the list....umm...you literally just named one (If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior)

"Only fuckin' with Whitneys, not Millie Bobby Browns, I'd never look twice at no teenager" but you'll look once? Also, someone que up the video with him on stage w/ a 17-year-old. He and I quote "Why you look like that?" "You thick. look at all this" Then kiss her all over her face🤔 Sir a kiss on the cheek or forehead would suffice but I digress.

And correct me if I'm wrong, I believe the only reason Kendrick hasn't even the touch the "beating allegations" is because he covers all that in both Mr. Morale and Mother I sober? If I'm correct, then you basically didn't tell us nothing that hasn't been said on him. Plus you also not fact checking. Where's of your proof? I would think someone with the upper hand would have laid down evidence that you mastermind...oh wait...was Kendrick right along? Now you look like the goofy on defense. Like do Kendrick even have to say anything?

Bruh, but the funniest part on it all. You acting like YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS. YOU DROP A DISS first wanting him to response and now you trying to make it seem like you didn't? My guy, if your actions alone here isn't a manipulation master class. Chileeeeee

[josnhoes]

Knak au with the batfam

How would big brother Damien, Jason and Tim, when their now teenage sister mc starting to have admirers in both genders base that how pretty and smart they are

And what's more that mc haven't even noticed that they are popular as they just doing town thing in both private and public

Reminder Knak AUs are by default yandere if you want a non yandere version let me know

Warning: platonic yandere, stalking, over protective siblings, threats of murder (not reader), mentions of torture (not reader), violence (not to reader), a murder (not reader), mentions of a peeper, female reader

No one is surprised when you start getting admirers. If you weren't so pretty and sweet, then the Wayne wealth would have people lining up anyway. Which honestly will make any future dates have a horrible time. Every single family member will put the date under a microscope. I'm talking full on stalking and bringing forth their worst thing.

Jason is a strange one about all of it. A romantic at heart, he really wants his little sister to find love. You are the one 'normal' sibling you deserve to have a life, a damn good one too!

But he's seen the worst in people, the lengths some will go for money or a moment of fame. So he is ready to be the bad guy for you. When ever you go out to do anything he's with you glaring at anyone who looks like they're about to flirt with you. He's both amused and sad that when one brave person made a move you completely missed it. Like full on brick wall dense moment.

He can't believe you actually didn't notice the flirting until he asks you and you say, "What they were just being friendly?" Like this person braved Jason to hit on you, and you instantly 'friend zoned' them. It works in the entire families favor, but girl how are you going to get a date if you don't know someone is asking you out? But don't get a date because people are trash. All in all he bounces between wanting you to have that romance novel experience, and keeping everyone away from you by like 10ft minimal.

Tim isn't physically scary to most, but his mind is where it gets dangerous. This man will full on cyber stalk every single person in or trying to get into your personal circle. Everything they do, say, and post he catalogs. Any tech they have he is hacked into monitoring them. And he hated to admit it but it's a lot of work since you seem to draw people in.

He's not good with surprise flirts. Because he doesn't have a dossier on them yet so he can't just whip out a full list of every cringe to possibly illegal thing they've done. So instead he just drags you off claiming you both are running late to something. He's already hit the second family chat with the code word for this situation so they can come up with sudden things to do so you really thought you were running late.

Damien is the worst. He doesn't understand why they can't just keep you in the manor. Home schooling is a thing and as a teen you can manage you emotions and social intelligence fine. You *can't* but he doesn't have the best social skills himself to really know the difference.

Every person who looks at you obviously has some horrible lecherous plan and he has to keep you safe! As such he has a tracker under your skin and follows you when you go out. He stabbed someone once when they grabbed you. It was a scandal but Bruce was able to cover it up. He was grounded from patrol for like a month but that just gave him more time with you so it wasn't much of a punishment.

There was a worse incident one no one but himself knows of. A peeping Tom who peeked in at you changing on a beach once. He tracked the peeper down and while donning his old league gear removed the peeper's eyes. That was the start of a very gorey end for them. The body has yet to be found.

[zoeykallus]

Aloha!

Hey friends, mutuals, fellow simps and so on! Just a little reminder, my requests are still closed. All hell broke loose on my private life, so I had to step back for a while. I still work through requests that are still in my list, as good as I can. Please, my beloved followers, friends, fans, fellow crazy peeps, stop sending me requests via private messages, my ask box is for requests, which is deactivated right now for good reasons. Please consider that I need a break, before I break.

And for all of you who need to know when things will be back on track again, at least here on tumblr, my asks/requests will be activated again at 10th of January next year.

I can only hope you'll bear with me until then.

Thank you so much for your understanding! I love you guys, and I'm sorry I can't be here for you at the moment the way I was before. But I will be again! ❣❣❣

[giggly-squiggily]

Oh wow, thank you so much! I would like to request zenitsu with a s/o who has body image issues, If that’s ok. I remembered that they’re all buff, not just inosuke (which would be really funny if he was the only ripped one) but it just made me hyper-aware of my own body, even though I’ve been told my weight is fine. Once again thank you very very much and have a very happy holidays! -🎄

Heyo friend! My deepest apologies, I've been meaning to write this for the longest time but wanted to wait until I was in a good mental health space to do it. I can relate to this issue as well; especially the hyper fixation part. It's not an easy journey to work through, and I wish I could say something that makes everything easier- but all I can really say is you're not alone feeling this way, and that no matter how your body looks, it's valid the way it is. <3

(And 100% agree- we need more squishy slayers! I get their training leads to them having more buff bodies but I want squish! I want pudgy bellies and thick thighs dang it!) I hope I did your prompt justice friend <3

((Not gonna tag list peeps this one due to the content warnings below))

CW: Body image issues, self worth issues, mentions of eating disorders, insecurity, food, angst, hurt/comfort

It shouldn’t bother you so much.

Inosuke was always shirtless- saying something about clothes dulling his senses. There weren’t any rules against him going without, and if it really did affect his combat skills, it was better this way.

Still, it didn’t make you feel any better, pressing your arms tighter against your stomach as you watched him stretch. His build was so muscular and toned- his body giving him the extra ‘oomph’ he needed to perform the moves he does. It was what you deemed to be the ideal body type for the Demon Corps.

And you…well. Weren't that.

Your body was fine, according to Lady Kocho. Everything worked as it should, and you were able to keep up with the boys during training and whatnot. Things were on a smooth track, as she put it.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel...less, seeing not just Inosuke, but both Tanjiro and Zenitsu so ripped. They were developing hard muscles as visual evidence of their efforts. When they took their shirts off, you could tell just by looking at them they were Corp members.

You pressed more firmly against the soft parts of your torso, something cold and unpleasant setting in your gut as you came to the realization that even if you worked your absolute hardest, it's never likely you'll never look like them.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Tanjiro’s voice made you gasp and look up, finding his concerned eyes. “You look like you’re gonna throw up- is your stomach hurting?”

“Maybe they ate too much.” Inosuke piped up. It was such a meaningless comment, but it still felt like a dagger in your heart.

“Inosuke, hush.” Tanjiro scowled, but the damage was already done.

“That’s probably it! I just overate.” You put on what you hoped to be a smile as you straightened up, arms still guarding your stomach. “I’m gonna go see if Miss Kocho has medicine- bye!” You twisted so hard dust puffed around your feet, racing into the manor as Tanjiro called after you. Thankfully no one was following- it felt like permission to let the tears fall.

On your way in, you didn’t see Zenitsu watching you.

~~~

“Maybe I should cut back..” You murmured softly, slumped away in a spare room as you wiped your tear stained cheeks. You likely looked a mess- eyes puffy and face hot. It was a miracle no one came by to hear you sobbing alone. “Will that help me look like them?”

As if fate hated you, your stomach growled. You pushed your hand against it with a bitter thought. “Don’t even start. I need to do this.”

“Do what, exactly?” You yelped when you heard a voice, looking up to find Zenitsu. In his hands he had an assortment of things- a box of tissues, two ice cubes in a cup, and…

Oh no. “I’m not..” You began, only for your stomach to growl at the sight of the onigiri. Zenitsu raised a brow.

“You are.” He chided, coming over and sitting down. After offering the tissues to clean up with, he handed you the cup of ice. “These are good for swollen eyes. I know- I cry all the time.” He smiled, puffing some when you let out a weak giggle.

“I guess you’d know all the tricks to things like this.” You took the ice, wincing some at the chill. “Thanks, Zen.”

“Hm.” The blonde nodded, watching you circle your eyes with the chilly cubes. “How’s your stomach?”

“Huh?” You dropped a cube, watching it bounce away. “My what?”

He stared at you. You felt your face get hot. “Shoot…you knew that was a lie, huh?”

“I am your partner, (Y/N).” He reminded gently, frowning when you dipped your head. “Do you wanna talk about it? You’ve been looking so down recently- I want to help if I can.”

“I don’t think you could.” You sank further, hating how your stomach began to really hurt. Zenitsu, noticing this, offered you the rice balls.

“I don’t want them.” You shook your head.

“Your stomach hurts cause you haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“I can skip meals.”

“That’s not safe.”

“So what? If it means I can finally look like a proper slayer, I’ll do it!” You snapped, voice raising. Then you fell silent as you realized what you just said. Zenitsu blinked at you a few times.

“...What?” He stared, watching you tear up. “(Y/N)...”

“S-Sorry. That didn’t- I didn’t want to say that..” You sniffed, hating how close to tears you were today. “Just forget about it. I’m being stupid.”

Zenitsu stared at you before putting down the rice balls, scooting closer and reaching out. “(Y/N)..” You leaned away, and he let his hand fall back to his lap. “Are you starving yourself?”

“No…I just thought about it.” You confessed, unable to look at him. “I overeat, so I thought if I stopped eating lunch, maybe all this extra fat would go away.” You looked down at your stomach, tearing up again. “Then I’ll look like you guys. I’ll have muscles. I'll finally look like a real slayer..."

Zenitsu was quiet for a bit, seemingly stunned silent. Then he turned so he was facing you properly. “(Y/N), can I have your hand?”

You peeked at him, watching as he tugged up his shirt. “Why..”

“Please?” He asked again, eyes serious. You decided to give in and let him take your hand. He brought it to his torso, pushing it against his stomach. “Can you feel it?”

“I..” You didn’t really know what you were feeling. It felt like a body- warm beneath your touch. The whole thing was a bit embarrassing- your face heated up again at the thought of somebody walking in on you. “Zen, I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.”

“Sure you do. It’s my squish.” He nodded proudly, watching you blink in confusion. “Even when I gained all these muscles you’ve mentioned, I’m still soft. You have muscles too. They might not as visible, but they're there."

He was in fact soft. You pressed in, something oddly satisfying about the gesture. Zenitsu jerked and doubled over with a giggle, making you smile. “S-Sehee? I’m squishy. We all are.”

“But Inosuke..”

“Inosuke’s squishy too. He might not look it, but he is.” He released your hand, opting to hold it gently within his own. “Just because you’re not crazy ripped with no squish doesn’t make you any less of a Slayer. You don’t need your muscles to show to prove your worth. You've already done that just by being you. You're courageous, smart, kind.."

You felt your eyes water again, this time for a new reason. “Zen..”

"Really attractive." He winked, making you snort through your tears. “You're perfect the way you are. Forget about skipping meals, okay? It’s dangerous. What if you pass out mid-breathing technique with a demon? I don't-I can't lose you.” Zenitsu pulled the onigiri out, bringing it to your lips. “You eat fine- don't change for the sake of visuals."

Your stomach growled again, and you finally took a bite. The rice was seasoned and fluffy, and the filling was your favorite. You almost cried again at the taste. “Thank you..”

“Eat first. Thank me later.” Zenitsu smiled as you carried on eating, reaching out and grabbing a thermos. You didn’t see him with it earlier- he must have had it stashed away. “I brought tea too. No, I didn’t brew it- I wasn’t gonna make you feel worse.”

You nearly choked on your food as you laughed, smiling behind your fist as Zenitsu poured a cup for you. “Hohohow coohohnsiderate!"

“Yeah, I'm like that sometimes.” He grinned, relaxing as you sipped your tea. “I love you too much to let you die my attempts at making tea."

“New breathing technique unlocked- poison tea. Quick, let's go tell Lady Kocho.” You giggled, watching him start to smile. Before long, the two of you were laughing freely, falling into each other as you laughed yourselves breathless.

You are truly grateful to have someone like him in your life.

Thanks for reading!