#and being like man why didn't i learn stuff like that instead of having to do Fancy Counting

[absolute-lithops-emotion]

reading a bunch of articles on phonics and whole word reading and listening to old vi hart videos in the background and realizing that if there's an equivalent to phonics for math, i don't think we get taught it

[weeping-treee]

A Desperate Man- Part 12

Simon fucking loves you. Almost too much.

All parts here

2,100 words

This man loves you.

I mean LOVES you.

You realize quickly that Simon shows it in actions more than words—because when he tries to talk about it, it damn near short-circuits him.

So there you sit, quietly in the tub together.

His fingers massaging shampoo into your hair? Fucking heaven.

Then knowing to leave your conditioner in for a few minutes before rinsing it? Jesus, if you could get this man pregnant, you would.

Then he insists on drying your hair off and you off, and you just look up at him with that sleepy love the whole time.

You're capable. He knows that. You definitely know that... but why deny being pampered by a man like him?

He smiles softly down at you before kissing your head and allowing you to get dressed for work, still grumpy himself about being on leave while he heals up.

As if he didn't pound you into the bed an hour ago...

You get dressed, coffee already wafting from the kitchen—sharp and rich in your sinuses.

You follow the smell and lean against the doorframe, taking in the sight of that big burly man clad in only sweats in your kitchen, making you coffee... even if he hates the stuff.

He drinks plain Earl Grey tea—like the goddamn psychopath he is. But you love him nonetheless.

But he looks damn good in your kitchen. Walking around like he's been there before—he hasn't—but has a confidence about him like he owns the place. Granted, he has that same confidence everywhere, but in your space? It means so much more, like you’ve made a space safe enough for him to feel that way.

But every now and then—when he catches your eye and you’re just watching him—that confidence flickers. He fidgets. Glances away. Like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to have this. You.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he murmurs as you sip your coffee, “I’m gonna start thinking I’m handsome or something.”

“You are.”

He smirks, ears tinting pink. “Well… suppose I’ll let you say it, just this once.”

A beat.

“...Maybe twice. If you really mean it.”

"Atta boy, you're learning." You tease.

"Keep it up and you won't be getting to base on time." He turns and leans against the counter, arms crossed against his chest.

You chuckle softly, heading over to pour yourself a cup of coffee, standing beside him, shoulder to shoulder. "You gonna be alright here alone?"

He hums softly and nods before speaking. "I'll be alright, love. Go save some lives."

You huff softly, "Are you sure? I'm sure Price wouldn't mind if I called off to stay—"

"Don't. I don't need a babysitter. I'd love to have you here with me, but you’re the best surgeon they’ve got—they need you more than I do." He adds lightly.

"Alright—okay. I'll go." You say sipping your coffee.

“Y’know,” he says, glancing around your kitchen, “your house’s too quiet without you. Might have to leave somethin’ behind just to make sure I come back once I'm healed.”

“Like what?”

“Dunno. Toothbrush. Shirt. Me.”

You roll your eyes. "Cocky."

He grins smugly. "You make it easy."

Then he pauses like he might say more, but instead just shrugs.

“Figured if I left somethin’ behind, I’d have an excuse to come back. Not that I need one if you're here.”

You shake your head with a smile and check your phone. 6:30. You groan softly. "I've gotta get going, Simon. I'll be home around 5, okay?"

“You left your badge on the table by the door,” he calls as you pat yourself down, making sure you have everything.

You stop mid-pat, blinking. “...Have you been spying on me?”

“Just memorizin’,” he says, not even looking up. “Guess that’s what a bloke does when he’s properly ruined for someone.”

You can't deny the way your heart flutters. He's been in your space for 12 hours, and he's already locked into you. Your routine, small details... everything.

He walks you to the door, hand on your lower back. “Text me when you get there,” he says, like a worried boyfriend.

You still haven’t gotten used to how natural this feels—him in your space. Walking you to the door like you’ve done this a hundred times before.

Then he clears his throat. “I mean. If you want. Not like I’m gonna pace around waitin’ or anything.”

You arch a brow.

“Okay, maybe a little.”

"You're adorable," you say reaching up to kiss his cheek, he leans down a bit to meet you halfway, pulling you in a bit more to kiss you.

"Be safe." He says softly, making you melt.

"I will be, Si." you say with a small smile. The nickname slipping so naturally. He releases you—reluctantly—and you grab your car keys.

It leaves him breathless, staring at you as if you hung the moon and stars. The softness in your voice as you called him Si... something his mother called him when he was a child... both heals and breaks his heart simultaneously.

You force the front door open and step out onto the porch, he follows silently, only managing to speak when you're down the steps.

“I love you.”

He says it like he’s finally handing over something he’s been carrying for years—like it’s heavier than it looks.

You turn and walk backward a few steps, a slow, knowing smile tugging at your lips.

“I know,” you tease gently. “I love you too.”

You get to your car and slide in, giving him a small smile and wave before you're driving down the dirt road. Leaving him alone—and suddenly empty—without your bubbly presence.

He watches until your car disappears down the road, hands shoved deep into his pockets like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them.

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs under his breath, stepping back inside.

Your coffee mug still sits on the counter.

He picks it up like it's fragile. Holds it for a second. Then sets it back down with a little shake of his head.

He's completely and utterly done for.

...

Simon's day is much different than yours.

It's not that he's snooping... he's just, looking around.

Studying the few pictures you have lying around with you and another man.

He doesn't assume anything right away. Trying to ignore the possessive, jealous curl of something crawling up his spine—but it’s there.

He looks through your bookshelf, kitchen, bedroom.

'Just wanting to learn more about you.' He tells himself... but in truth? He's a nosey little shit.

Though he knows he can't snoop all day long, even if it's already been 5 hours. He relatively knows the food you eat, considering the way you couldn't quit talking when he was bedridden.

He finds a recipe card in the kitchen for something he remembered you talking about. Chicken Bacon Ranch Pasta. He reads it with a small hum, then looks through your pantry, finding the ingredients and making do.

The only thing is... he can't cook to save his life.

I mean, when you live off the base food and MREs, you don't need to learn. Boiling water’s already pushing it for him.

So if you come home to a burned-down kitchen—at least he tried.

...

Your day? Chaotic.

You’d left that house glowing, still buzzing from the warmth of him.

Now it’s like you’ve been slammed back into orbit.

The hallway’s loud, the air reeks of antiseptic, and your phone’s already buzzing with emergencies.

It’s like love was a dream—and this, this is the wake-up call.

You take a breath, steady yourself. Game face on.

Time to save lives, even if your heart’s still back in that kitchen.

Then, of course, hell breaks loose.

The new intern didn't stock the crash cart the way you specifically labeled it. If you weren't paying attention, you could've given a patient Diphenhydramine instead of Epinephrine.. which without realizing, would be fatal when you needed Epi.

Strike One.

You let it go, first day error. Cut the kid some slack, right?

Then strike two. They skipped their ABCs and a soldier fresh off the field needed to be intubated for the ash coating their airway.

They don't even get strike three before you pull them into the hallway and chew them a new asshole.

Soap and Gaz happened to be passing by down the hall, each getting a glimpse of what Simon gets to deal with if he ever fucks up... heaven forbid. Soap already sending a text to him, giving him a cryptic warning to 'not piss yer missus off'.

You make the intern shadow a nurse. Not allowed to touch anything, just watch and learn.

By the time 5 rolls around, you're beyond annoyed, ready to get home and use Simon as a pillow for the rest of the night.

...

You pull into your driveway with a small sigh.

Stretching once out of the car and heading for the door, only to be met with a burning smell when you walk in—and no sign of Simon.

You drop your bag and coat, rushing to the kitchen to be met with a stressed Simon, cussing under his breath as he burns chicken in a pan. It smells like regret and singed determination.

He jumps when you walk in, nearly drops the pan.

“Shit—bloody hell—this wasn’t supposed to be on fire,” he mutters, waving a dish towel like it’ll help.

The smoke alarm chirps weakly in the background. He glares at it like it insulted his mother.

“I followed the bloody instructions,” he grumbles, holding the spatula like it personally betrayed him.

Then he sighs, shoulders sinking as he peers into the pan like he can will the chicken back to life.

“Was tryin’ to be romantic, not start a bloody house fire.”

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh. He turns around and looks like a disheartened child, which tugs at your heartstrings.

"Here, let me help." You step in, turn the heat on the pan down, and pour in some oil.

You can hear his sigh of relief and feel the tension roll off him in waves.

"I was trying to make you dinner," he murmurs, "but I can't cook for shit."

You chuckle and look over at him. "I can see that." You wrap an arm around his side and rub his back. "I'll teach you, don't worry."

You don't make fun of him. You don't make him feel bad. You don't patronize him or treat him like an idiot. You just talk him through it, you answer his questions and show him how to do something if you see his brows furrow. It’s endearing, the way he looks at a pot like it might explode if he blinks wrong.

In the end? It tastes great, and he did most of the work with your instruction. It's something you did. Together.

“Jesus—where’d you get this recipe?” He says, mouth still half full.

“Saw something like it on a cooking show and made it up.” You shrug, as if that’s an easy thing to do.

“Made it up? Just like that?” he says, stunned.

“Yeah.. just like that. It’s not that hard if you know what you’re doing.”

“Christ-“ he says shaking his head, not believing it.

“It’s like your guns. You put one in front of me, I won’t be able to disassemble it or put it back together like you can. It’s second nature for you… just like cooking and baking is for me.”

“Doesn’t make you any less brilliant, love.”

“Shut up. You’re just sayin that because it’s not greasy bar food or the bases lunch.”

“Maybe.” He teases with a smile on his face.

You roll your eyes. “You are insufferable.”

“You love me,” he states, smugly

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

Once finished, he grabs both the empty plates and carries them to the kitchen without asking.

You follow, standing beside him like it’s second nature now.

“We make a good team,” you murmur, nudging his elbow with yours.

“Always have, always will,” he replies, without missing a beat.

He sets the plates down and reaches for your hand.

Just holds it. Like he’s not ready to let go—even after the meal’s done.

...

Later that night, full and content, he pulls you close on the couch and murmurs into your hair...

“Next time, I’ll just order takeaway and lie about it.”

You laugh against his chest. “Smart man.”

He hums. “Still can’t believe you ate it.”

You chuckle, kissing him on the cheek. “Still can’t believe you made it.”

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[bell4lan]

Nightclub

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: Semi-public sex, bathroom sex, feminine words used for privates (cunt, pussy), words like t-dick, dick, and folds are used to describe reader's privates too, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, reader is called "good boy", "baby boy", and "whore", age difference (6 years), alcohol use, they're not too intoxicated to consent I promise

Character(s)/Reader: Top Wriothesley x Bottom Trans Male Reader

You slammed the door as you stormed out of your apartment. Your boyfriend was being a total ass, trying to gaslight and manipulate you into thinking he never cheated on you with one of his friends. Although you didn't explicitly say the words "we're done", you both knew it was over, and he hated that. You still had to get your stuff out of the shared apartment, but you were far too hurt and angry to even see him or anything he owns. Archons, you needed a drink.

You found yourself in a nightclub surrounded by intoxicated college students having the night of their lives. You wish you were in their position. Instead you're a sober college student having the worst night of your life. You scanned the room for the bar and quickly pushed through the crowd once you found it.

"3 shots of tequila please." You said tiredly as you sat down. The bartender nodded and quickly grabbed the shot glasses and filled them with the alcohol. You downed one, face contorting as it burned your throat, it was a good burn.

"Bad night?" A man to your right asked as he watched you down the second shot. You nodded, and then downed the third and ordered 3 more. "What's on your mind?" He asked before sipping his drink. You glanced over at the man expecting some desperate and tired looking college student, but no. The man was older, definitely out of college but definitely not 10 years older than you. He was muscular and tall, dressed in a button down that wasn't fully buttoned up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and some slacks. He was sexy as fuck.

"My boyfriend cheated on me." You replied flatly and grabbed a fourth shot. The man shook his head disapprovingly as he sipped his drink again, waiting for you to continue. "At first he tried to deny it and say it was all in my head and that I was overthinking, but once I showed him the proof I had he started blaming me for it." You scoffed before downing the fourth shot. You didn't know why you were telling your dirty laundry to a man you started talking to maybe 5 minutes ago, but you needed to get this anger out of your system somehow.

"What a prick." He said, all you did was nod and stare at him.

"So, why are you here? Waiting for someone?" You asked, not wanting to get any angrier from the topic of your ex boyfriend. The man shook his head and sipped his drink again.

"Just relaxing after a long day at work." He said. That explained the outfit he was wearing. You continued the conversation from there, wanting to get to know the sexy man beside you. You barely understood what exactly he did for a living, but you did know he was a powerful man with a powerful position.

"You're a very interesting man (Name), so far the only interesting one i've met here." He chuckled after you told him more about you, making you smile.

"You know, i've learned so much about you and yet I don't even know your name." You pointed out. The man smiled at you before properly introducing himself.

"My name is Wriothesley." He said. His name was unusual, but it suited him well.

"My name is (Name). How old are you Wriothesley?" You asked.

"30. You?"

"24." You responded. He nodded, a little shocked from the age difference. He was expecting you to be at least 26. You smiled at his look of shock and decided to tease him.

"What? Too young for you?" You said, playfully nudging him.

"Not at all, it's only 6 years." He chuckled. Fuck his laugh was hot. This man was the sexiest man you had ever seen in your entire life. It wasn't just his looks. His personality, sense of style, voice, they were all enough to make you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to calm down.

"I don't think you'd be able to keep up with me old man." You teased.

"You'd be surprised as to what I can do." He replied, smirk growing from your words. The sexual tension between you two was so thick it could be cut with a knife. You wanted him, he wanted you, but you both were hesitating to make the first move.

"Oh yeah? And what can you do?" You asked, moving closer to him. His left hand moved to your thigh and gripped it firmly.

"How about I show you?" He smirked. Your breath hitched and you quickly nodded, not wanting to pass up sex with such a fine man. You both got up and he led you to the bathroom, closing the door once you both were in. The moment you heard the door click closed you kissed him, pushing him against the door as you desperately moved your lips against his. His strong hands gripped your waist and pulled you against him, the both of you moving your hips to grind on each other. He started walking you toward the sink, pushing you up against it as he kissed you. His hands unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down along with your underwear, breaking the kiss to get a good look at you. You realized you never told him you were trans and instantly felt insecure.

"Shit- sorry I should've told you. I was too caught up in the moment and-" You were cut off with a passionate kiss. He pulled away again and cupped your cheek with one hand, the other one on your hip.

"It's fine, don't worry. There's no need to apologize." He said calmly. His words were so kind that you didn't know what to say, so you just nodded. His hand moved from your cheek down to your cunt and felt up your folds and t-dick.

"You're so fucking wet for me. How long have you been thinking about this hm? Be a good boy and tell me." He commanded, voice dripping with seduction. His thumb went to your t-dick and stroked it as he waited for a response.

"S-Since I saw you." You breathed out, trying your hardest to not moan as you spoke. He chuckled, and ran his middle and ring finger along your folds to get them lubed up. He ran them down to your hole and pushed his middle finger in. You moaned quietly at the intrusion, not used to such a thick and long finger inside you. He thrusted it in and out a few times before pushing his ring finger in, biting his lip as you squeezed him.

"You're so tight, I think you'll be the one unable to keep up with me." He whispered as he thrusted the two fingers in and out. Your moans got louder as he sped up, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to help you keep your balance.

Before you could cum, he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, humming at the taste of you. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. Your eyes widened at the size, he was thick and long, longer than your ex that's for sure. He chuckled at your reaction and told you to turn around and bend over the sink. Once you did, you felt his tip rub against your pussy and nudge your t-dick before going back to your hole. Slowly, he pushed himself in, hissing slightly at the tightness. You moaned loudly as your pussy stretched around his cock, getting fuller and fuller and he pushed in.

It wasn't long before he started thrusting into you, thick cock destroying your hole. You held onto the sink as tightly as you could as he pounded you, legs shaking as he fucked into the spot that made you see stars.

"Wr-Wriothesley- Wrio- fuck~." You whined, trying to get his attention. He slowed down a bit so you could speak properly.

"What is it baby boy? Everything alright?" He asked gently. Although he treated you roughly and said the filthiest things to you, he was worried about harming you. All he wanted was to make you feel good.

"U-Uncomfortable- ngh." You stuttered as he slowly thrusted into you. You didn't know how much longer you could stand like this, and the sink pushing against you with every thrust was starting to hurt. He pulled out and turned you around, picking you up so your legs would wrap around his waist. He pushed you against the wall and carefully inserted his cock into you again, biting his lip when you moaned out his name. His pace picked up and soon you were screaming out his name again as he fucked you against the wall.

"Wrio-th-thesley i-i'm so cl-ose!" You whimpered, bucking your hips trying to get him to give your dick some attention. He got your hint, and held you in one hand as the other stroked your t-dick, still thrusting into you.

"Yeah? Y-You gonna cum all over my cock baby boy? How does it feel getting- f-fucked like a whore by a man you met two hours ago h-huh?" He stuttered, feeling himself get closer as your pussy clenched around him, faces just inches apart.

"F-Feels so g-good Wriothesley!" You responded, voice breaking from how close you were. Your thighs tensed as he kept thrusting into you and stroking your t-dick. The thing that pushed you over the edge was him whimpering your name into your ear. You came hard all over his cock, squirting a little bit as he kept fucking you.

"Fuck i'm gonna cum." He whispered as he kept fucking you.

"C-Cum inside me." You whined, tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. He looked at you a bit worried.

"A-Are you sure?" He asked, dick twitching at the thought of finishing inside you. You nodded quickly and squeezed your cunt around him. Soon after, he came with a groan, hot cum spilling inside of you. His thrusts came to a stop as he softened inside you, both of you trying to catch your breath. He kissed you passionately as you both recovered from your orgasms, tongues intertwining and hands gripping onto each other.

"Fuck i've never met a man as sexy as you (Name). You're fucking perfect." He panted as his thumb ran across your bottom lip. Carefully, he pulled out and grabbed you since you couldn't stand on your own. He looked down and saw as his cum dripped down your leg. You heard him whisper "fuck" before he kissed you again. You couldn't believe you had found such a man, one that showed you more love and care in 2 hours than your ex had in 2 years. You didn't know what kind of relationship you wanted with him, but you knew for sure you wanted to fuck him again.

You broke the kiss to catch your breath and tell him you both should clean up. He nodded, but didn't move. He swallowed heavily as he looked into your eyes, seemingly nervous.

"Would you like to spend the night at my place?" He asked politely, his hand cupping your cheek. You smiled at him and nodded, moving your hand up to hold his.

"Of course, but if you don't clean me up soon I'll change my mind." You said, making him laugh. He quickly yet carefully cleaned you up and helped you get dressed. He held onto you as he led you to the exit, but before you got there you stopped.

"Shit I didn't pay for my drinks. We need to go-"

"Don't worry about it." He cut you off. You looked up at him confused.

"What? Wriothesley i'm not going to leave without paying." You said firmly.

"I own the place baby boy, you don't have to pay." He whispered into your ear. Your eyes widened, a smile forming on your face as you looked at him.

"Do you say that to every guy you take home?" You joked.

"Only the ones that really peak my interest." He said smoothly.

"But you said I was the only interesting guy you've met here?"

"I know." He replied, not looking at you as he led you to his car. You could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach as you realized what that meant. You were the only guy he's taken home? Were you really that special?

Maybe you do want something more with this man. You hoped he felt the same, little did you know he's felt that way since he saw you.

---------------------------------------------------

I was not expecting to start and finish a story today but I really hope you guys enjoy it! I really like this story and am quite proud of it ^^

[justhereforsubsevika]

Im writing that asshole!sevi who moans her own name when she cums thing because its so funny and she would do that 💯

Includes cheating, Sevi being a hey mamas lesbian, biphobia on sevis part, breeding kink, strap referred to as cock/dick, degradation, praise (of herself), lack of aftercare, just overall sevika being a massive dickhead

Sevika insisted she show you what a real man should fuck you like. You'd been complaining about your dumbass boyfriend who rubbed your thigh for 45 minutes telling you to cum whenever you felt close. Eventually you had to just moan and pretend you'd finished, because everytime you attempted to guide his hand to your actual pussy he'd say "nuh uh princess, daddy knows exactly what he's doing." Given that he didnt FUCKING KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING, you just needed it to be over.

When you told sevi about this, she immediately shoved her hand down your panties. You gasped and grabbed her bicep, but you didn't attempt to stop her. When she immediately found your clit and thumbed at it, she laughed. "I dont understand men. Clits the easiest part to find."

She thumbed at you a little before getting frustrated. "Your boyfriends weak, you need a butch to fuck you good. I'm good for that, mamas."

You tried not to cringe but to no avail. Mamas? Lord, she really was an asshole, a walking stereotype. "Come on, let me turn you into a lesbian." She said, pawing at your tits under your shirt. Given that you had told her multiple times you were bi, you damn near gave her your hundredth 'bisexuality is valid' speech. But, right now, you didn't mind getting fucked by an asshole if it meant you'd at least get fucked.

You slid off your trousers while she unbuttoned the fly on her jeans. Why didn't it surprise you that she was packing? Every time you came round her house she seemed to have a bulge, or a thick cylinder against one of her thighs. "You've been waiting for the day i finally let you, haven't you?" you scoff, watching as she grabs a small vibrator out her pocket to stuff into herself while she fucks you.

"Ive been anticipating it mamas. Knew you couldn't resist me. Im just too fucking hot." Okay, she was cocky, but you couldn't deny it was warranted. She was really hot. Her toned arms, her abs, that giant muscular ass. She was very, very sexy. She just had the personality of a wet shower mat.

She opted to tear a hole in your panties instead of taking them off and you yelped. "Those were expensive you bitch!" You shouted, slapping her shoulder with the back of your hand. "What's a slut like you doing with expensive panties?" She taunted while sliding the tip of her strap between your folds. You groaned when she slapped it against your clit.

"My boyfriend bought them for me, if you must know!" You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. She laughed and turned her vibrator onto the lowest setting, her breath hitching. "Give up on men. Stop pretending you're not a dyke." She grumbled, making your eyes roll again. Shes such an ass.

Despite how pissed you were with her ripping your panties, she seemed to learn nothing and ripped your shirt. You yelped again but were shushed when she stuffed her cock into you and held there. The sudden stretch was overwhelming. She was so big. Your boyfriend was a humble and perfectly okay 5 inches, but from the way Sevikas dick was poking out of your tummy you could tell she was much bigger.

She pressed down her hand on your stomach and groaned. "Fuck, I'm so big. I stuff you so good." She moaned out.

Was she seriously... Praising?? Herself?? "Fuck im so good. I fuck you so good."

Yes, yes she was.

She wound her hips a little while playing with your nipples, her length grinding against your spots. You were so filled up, starting to feel pretty dumb as you struggled to accommodate her dick. She turned up her vibrator again. "You're such a fucking slut. Sitting here with your clothes ruined, gripping on my hips, what about your poor little boyfriend, hm?" She spoke darkly, the rasp in her voice suddenly much more prominent.

You started to play with your clit a little, but she batted your hand away. She didn't replace it with her own, making you wind up your face in frustration. "Im fucking you deep enough. Dont try that shit."

.. Did she not know that some people cant cum from penetration..

"I dont care if you don't cum. I just want to ruin that cunt."

Right.

She hoisted her leg up so as to place her foot onto the sofa, lifting your leg and pressing it against your head. She started roughly fucking into your pussy, your eyes rolling back as the base of her strap slapped against your ass with each thrust. Each time she pulled almost the whole way out and slammed back in to the base you whined, hands going up to play with your nipples.

"Fuck, im doing so good." she groaned, turning up her vibrator just a little more. "Fuck im so good! I fuck you so good!" She shouted, thick fingers shoving their way down your throat, making you gag, making tears trickle down your cheeks. "I bet when he throat fucks you he barely touches the back of your mouth." She mutters, fingers harshly pushing as far down your throat as she can get them. Its true, her fingers are pretty much the same size as his dick, though much thicker. Shes a big woman! Its not your boyfriends fault that hes small!

"Fuck baby you feel that?" Youre confused when you feel liquid start to fill your pussy, even more confused when Sevika pulls out momentarily to shoot it across your tits. "Cumming on you baby, cumming across that pretty body. Fuck, such a slut. So messy." She pants out, rubbing her strap as if its a real cock. She slams back in and you use her 'cum' to assist in circling your nipples. She keeps filling you, her strap clearly filled with a lot of this substance. It leaks out of you with each thrust and forms thick webs between her thighs and yours.

"Fuck im filling you so much, im cumming in you so much. Gonna breed you baby, gonna fill up that pussy with my cum." She moans, her vibrator now on max.

"B-breed me- g-give me your cum Sevi -" you stammer. Her eyes are now shut completely, so you take the opportunity to quickly rub at your clit. You're so close, feeling her fill you was damn close to making you cum, her pace brutal, but you need that extra bit of stimulation.

You scream out "Sevikaa-" cumming onto her messy cock, your pussy ruined, and its all so hot until-

"SEVIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

She roars it out with no shame.

What.

The.

Fuck.

What the actual.

You cant help laughing, even with her dick still buried inside you, still slamming into you. She shoves her fingers back into your mouth to shut you up. Shes still saying her name! She is still breathing out her OWN name with each thrust.

She pulls out and shoves her dick in your face, cum leaking onto your cheeks and into your hair. "Stop it, you asshole!" You giggle when she just starts using her dick as a paintbrush to cover your entire body in her mess.

"Ewwww this is so gross," you complain, wiping your breasts off with your ripped shirt. "Fuck sake Sevika, this bra was new!"

She scoffs and pulls out her vibrator, shoving it into your mouth. She walks off and starts smoking on the balcony. Erm. Excuse her. You suck her juices off a little, expecting her to come back, maybe lift you over her shoulder and carry you into the bath. Nope. She starts watching YouTube shorts loud as fuck.

"Are you gonna clean me up or what?" You yell. Your pussy is gaping, you're drenched in fake cum and, quite frankly, she owes you some form of aftercare if she doesn't want you spreading that she moans her own name when she cums!

"Nah, showers back there." She points lazily with her thumb. Shes such a dick.

LMFAO this is so dumb sorry everyone

[creedslove]

JOEL'S EX WIFE WANTING HIM BACK - HEADCANONS ✨

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: hi besties!!! Just a small little idea I got while I was watching some good old female rivalry soap opera drama over breakfast ❤️

Warnings: Sarah is a teen here ❤️

• when you got together with Joel, Sarah was already 12, her mom had been gone since she was a baby and though neither of them had any problems about talking about what happened, it wasn't a frequent subject, even if they treated it with naturally, they didn't like talking about it and it was completely understandable, after all, Joel had been abandoned with a weeks old baby and that baby had to grow up without her mother around

• so you always simply decided to pretend she never really existed in the first place, and technically, in your life, she never really did it, because from the moment you began dating Joel, he wasn't her ex-husband anymore, but instead, he was your boyfriend, and Sarah wasn't really her daughter, but your stepdaughter and you both had learned how to love and enjoy each other's company

• you were leading a happy life with the Millers, being part of their household and falling into the same routine as they did, as you spent longer at their place than at your own, until it didn't make any sense for you to keep paying rent, after all, you and Joel were very much together and in love and the natural course of your relationship would be of course, getting married or something like that

• you were happy with your little family, Sarah's issues regarding her mom seemed to be filled up pretty good by you once you joined the family, as she finally had someone she could talk to about boys and other girl stuff. She also really approved yours and Joel's relationship, always commenting on how happy you made her dad and how nice it was to have a more family like routine

• things were good and happy and you couldn't wish for anything more than that, you were as pleased as you could be, and you were pretty sure Joel was the man of your dreams, there was no way you could love someone as much as you loved him and so was the story of how the Millers became a very happy family

• and that was why it shocked the fourth of you - because Tommy was hella shocked as well - when Sarah's mom, Angela, decided to get in touch with Joel; she had found him on Facebook and messaged him, much to his shock, he'd done the same with Sarah, just like that, texting the daughter she'd abandoned as if she was just an old pal saying hello after losing touch for years

• at first, the two of them decided to ignore it, not sure how to act or how to even respond to it, but after a couple of days more in which Angela kept insisting on texting, more like begging Joel for a chance to talk, he decided to talk to his daughter and get to a conclusion together and after considering a lot together, they decided they would answer to her and see what she wanted

• and of course Angela sent quite a few sob sad texts saying how hard things were for her, how much she'd missed her family and mostly her daughter and how she regretted leaving. Joel wasn't quite convinced with that, quite the opposite, he was still bitter and angry at everything that went on, but he could tell Angela's words somehow messed up with Sarah's feelings, after all, she was a reject baby by her mom and at some level, she needed her approval in any way

• so Joel and Sarah agreed to meet up with Angela again, something small, at a coffee shop where they could all sit down and talk things through so they could see how things went between them, you'd also decided not to show up, it was such an intimate moment, you didn't belong in that scenario and you also had no reasons to be suspicious of Joel, you loved and trusted him and he trusted and loved you back, there was no reason to worry about anything at all

• you were genuinely happy to know Sarah had warmed up for her mom and the two of them hit off, having a lot in common and deciding to spend more time together, going on dinners, lunches and movie sessions together; it seemed Angela's presence was a benefit for them, and it was, you liked to see Sarah so happy about her return, it only became a problem when Angela started to show up more and more often at Joel's home

• it was your home too, and as much as you didn't want to be selfish or annoying, you had to admit it bothered you A LOT she was all the time around, at first she started with smaller things, such as visiting you all on Sunday afternoon, or bringing up a dessert, which of course, had to be Joel's favorite and kept gushing about the times they were still married; Angela was a pretty woman, you couldn't deny that, and the fact she seemed so willing to be nice and pleasant around her ex-husband

• and that imposition of her presence into your house and your family was beginning to bother you even more; suddenly, Sarah didn't want to go to the mall with you anymore, instead, she wanted to go with her mom. She didn't want to bake cookies with you anymore because your cookies had that sugar thing in the bottom so she liked her mom's better and as much as you tried understanding Sarah needed and had all the right to enjoy her mom's company and presence, it still hurt you, because you missed Sarah, and yet, it felt as if you weren't important to her anymore

• Seeing the shifts in your dynamics with Sarah, Joel tried to be understanding and even offered himself to talk to her, but you dismissed the idea, it was embarrassing enough you were feeling jealous, you didn't need Joel to get into the middle of that, but it still made you upset when Sarah decided to go to the movies with her mom to watch the newest Ghostbusters movie you two had agreed on going together

• and just as Angela stole Sarah from you, she was more than willing to steal Joel as well: she wanted him, he was even more handsome, his business became successful and he lived comfortably and now Sarah wasn't an annoying baby anymore, it was fun to be around her and she wanted her family back

• so to you, things started going sour when you decided to stop by Joel's business to bring him lunch; you'd prepared him a pretty good lunchbox and you were very excited to see his reaction, however, when you got to his small office, you found him and Angela eating a foot long sub, as it was kind of an inside joke between them from when they were young

"oh shit baby, I had no idea you'd bring me lunch, if I knew it..."

• Joel said wiping his mouth with a napkin as he had sauce on his beard like an idiotic child would and it made your blood boil, Angela simply smirked at you and you knew exactly what she was doing, your gut feeling was right all along, she was a filthy bitch

"it's fine Joel, it's just a sandwich, it's not like you're cheating"

• you didn't know exactly why you said that, it was the first time in your life you had ever said that towards Joel because it had never even crossed your mind there might be a possibility of it happening, but once you said those sour words, an awkward silence, a think tension in the room spread and you felt extremely uncomfortable to be there

"I'm sorry, you can give the lunchbox to Tommy in case he hasn't had lunch if you want, that way the food won't go to waste"

• you told Joel and turned to Angela, you didn't want to hide how much you didn't like the fact she snuck into his office to bring him lunch like a devoted wife

"you know, it's an odd choice to bring your ex-husband lunch instead of your daughter, I'm sure Sarah is starving right now..."

• in the evening, Joel felt very bad about what had happened, he hadn't done anything wrong, but at the same time it was wrong because even if it was just a sandwich, it wasn't about the sandwich but rather who had brought it to him, he knew it had hurt your feelings and he wanted to make it up to you, so he arrived home, using all his charms, his puppy eyes, his sweet talking and his soft neck kisses to convince you to go out with him; he was going to take you out for dinner: at a restaurant, not a bar for beer and burgers, but an actual meal

• you enjoyed your time with him, appreciating his effort to make something nice for you, so you grabbed a table, ordered meals and enjoyed each other's companies, as Joel held your hand and talked about his day, telling you how much he'd missed you and how gorgeous you were, dinner was going smoothly and what happened during lunch time had almost faded from your mind, when you heard someone clearing their throat

"oh hey... Enjoying some romantic dinner? That's a good place, right? Joel used to bring me here every so often, money was very short back then, but he always made an effort"

• Angela gave the two of you a bright smile, loving every single ounce of anger that clearly went through your face, what the fuck was that disgusting woman doing there? Why did she have to ruin your date night like that? It made your blood boiling, Joel immediately sensed the tension and tried coming up with something to say, but Angela just shrugged

"I came over just to grab myself some dinner, excuse me and enjoy your evening"

• she faked sympathy and blew Joel a kiss, knowing damn well the whole evening was already ruined for you, which made her pretty good about herself

• once you got home, you decided to have a heartfelt conversation with Joel, tell him every single thing that was bothering you, after all, communication had always been a big deal for you and it was important for you to open up and be straightforward about the matter, and he agreed with you, he said Angela was crossing the boundary and he assured you he was gonna talk to her

• so during the next few days, things were alright again between you and your sweet Joel; you were still very much in love and Sarah had been so busy with her tests at school, you didn't even hear of Angela's name and you'd be lying if you said you weren't happy about it, it was a relief she wasn't around and you even suggested Joel to make barbecue on Saturday, you'd have an extra shift but then you could enjoy the weekend with your family

• he gladly accepted it and you spent the rest of your week quite excited for it, you liked his barbecue, it was such a dad trait he had and you wanted to spend some time in bed with him too, once you arrived from work, you smiled as you saw Tommy's truck and you could smell the delicious scent of food, as you got off your own car, you went straight to the backyard, smiling from ear to ear

• but it didn't last long, your smile died when you spotted Angela; she was wearing a short summer dress and laughed happily at something Joel said, it must've been so funny because Sarah was laughing too. Angela was holding a bowl of egg salad and the moment she saw you, her own smile died, as if she was the one who had her day ruined by an intruder in her family, and not the other way around

• you frowned as Sarah sighed at seeing you, it didn't take a rocket science genius to see she was disappointed in seeing you there, as if you had got in the way between her mom and dad, you stared at Joel, your eyes filling up with angry tears as he immediately walked to you, holding you by the waist

"baby..."

"I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face and when I come back I don't wanna see this woman here, I've had enough, I don't care if she's your ex or Sarah's mom, she clearly wants to take my place and sometimes I feel like she has already..."

"don't say that, baby girl, that's not true"

"so get rid of her Joel"

• you left to the bathroom so you could freshen up and clear up your mind; hoping she would be gone by then, you didn't want to see her at all, so once you stepped into the kitchen, you were ready to start your weekend, with the exception of the scene before your eyes: Angela's lips on Joel's

• you felt as if you lost the ground from under your feet, and even if Joel shoved her away from him and began apologizing one hundred times, you'd had enough; Angela got what she wanted: you out of the way

• you ignored everything Joel said, as you blinked your tears and shook your head, leaving the house, the house that used to be your home, but now you weren't so sure; maybe all you did all that time was fill up the absence of Angela, and now, that Joel and Sarah had the original one, they didn't need you anymore

• that was only one out of many thoughts that crossed your mind, you didn't want to believe that, you loved Joel and Sarah and you wanted to continue thinking they also love you, but your heart was broken and Joel Miller was to blame 💔

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[carto0ncritter]

Abusive fictional fathers - Robotnik vs. Stolas

I won't be talking about Coconuts here since he's not on screen that much, but know that I feel sorry for the stuff he's been through, poor guy

Robotnik ⮕ Scratch & Grounder

Like... he literally only created these two to use and abuse them and that's crystal clear

When I say Robotnik is an abusive pos, this is what I mean (and this is just some of the physical abuse, don't even get me started on the emotional):

...Okay, that last picture was the last straw. Robotnik's thrist for power has officially outweighted Scratch and Grounder's "value." He felt 0 remorse for throwing them into the lava. Keep in mind, he THOUGHT HE HAD KILLED THEM and DIDN'T CARE AT ALL. Thankfully they were fine. And no the fact that they're robots doesn't make it any less wrong

If you're willing to sacrifice your children for a powerful artefact, then I'm (NOT) sorry to say this, but you're a heartless pos and deserve to be held accountable for your actions. If I were in Scratch and Grounder's shoes, I would have ran the hell away right then and there and found home elsewhere

However, unlike with Stolas and Octavia, at least the narrative doesn't try to convince us that Robotnik loves his sons. Because if he did, he would have tried to change his behavior. Or better, he wouldn't have abused them IN THE FIRST PLACE! AT ALL! No matter what he had gone through! I'm not denying that his mom was a pos to him just like he's a pos to scratch and grounder, but i refuse to see this as an excuse. he should have tried his best to break the cycle of abuse

*sigh* Now I've gotta talk about that stupid bird man... let's just get this over with.

Stolas ⮕ Octavia

Stolas is shown to have been there for Via in her childhood. although we never see them bond over anything, connect emotionally with each other or spend quality time together, we've only got this one nightmare scene. this was the only time stolas was shown to care about octavia

He did his best to calm her down and make her feel safe, then proceeded to break his promise for a booty call. For a childhood "friend" that his father bought for him 25 years ago.

And you're telling me how Stolas didn't realize that bringing Blitzø along in Loo Loo Land is uh... a bad idea that will make his daughter feel even worse?

I HATE the excuse that Stolas was "just clueless." Because anyone with the tiniest bit of common sense would come to the same conclusion: flirting with your booty call in front of your daughter who is a minor and going through emotional hell that happened because you cheated on her mother makes you a horrible and selfish father.

Even worse is that Stolas doesn't learn his lesson and once again neglects Octavia. Stolas is too busy hating his ex wife and gushing over his abuse victim that he can't even be bothered to look for his daughter himself, and instead Loona has to be the one to go find her. And then she literally tells Via how her dad's trying his best and how she should cut him some slack. No. No she shouldn't. Octavia was right to think that Stolas hates Stella more than he loves her because that's what his actions show.

He can hug her all he wants and promise to do better but he has done nothing to even TRY to be better for this poor girl.

Not to mention that Loona is a hypocrite. Blitzø has always been doing his best to be a good dad to her, and she thanks him for saving her life by being a complete bitch. It's been five. Fucking. Years. Of unconditional love and support from Blitzø's side. And what does he get in return? A kick in the balls. Blitzø also got beat up by her and hit with the "if I'm so terrible why don't you replace me" after he rightfully called her out and you're trying to tell me Blitzø was the one in the wrong and how this isn't abusive huh ok then whatever ya say

I won't talk about the upcoming episode much. I honestly just don't have the strength anymore. But to make it as short as possible, Stolas is gonna be treated like an uwu poor sad gay boi and once again choose Blitzø, the guy he r*ped, over his own child.

If you check out the leaked story boards for s2 ep12, you'll see how disgusting it is that Via is spitting nothing but facts and yet she'll be demonized by the writers, Stolas lovers and Stolitz shippers. Just...

Please stop lying, dude. Just stop. You shattered her entire life and neglected her for a guy you abused and never got to know on a level that's deeper than sex. No wonder Via thinks he doesn’t love her anymore. The line above gives me the same vibe as THIS line also they made Stolas not only ACT like a guy who victimizes himself but LOOK that way too

STOP LYING. JUST SHUT UP.

I hate this self-pitying hypocrite sm.

And yeah, I get it: he was put in an arranged marriage (this was clearly a retcon, but whatever floats viv's boat) despite being gay and was sheltered and never had friends, but those are explanations for his behavior, not excuses.

Oh and, to anyone who thinks otherwise: Emotional neglect is a form of abuse.

Closing Thoughts

One important thing that I noticed with both Scratch and Grounder and Octavia, is how none of them feel at home with their fathers. A reliable way to know whether you've failed as a parent or not is to see how your behavior affects your kid(s). How does your behavior make them feel?

Let's see here... *checks notes*

Octavia says how Stolas ruined their family, not Stella and in ep12 she's finally gonna call him out on his bullshit thank god. but unfortunately the toxic gay ship will once again be a priority because it's gay

Scratch and Grounder are terrified of Robotnik's wrath, he constantly makes them feel useless and unwanted, but at the same time, they have no problem betraying him both of them always come back to him, just like how Blitzø doesn't leave his abuser because he wants to feel "loved" and "needed" for once even though Stolas treats him like shit

So yeah, if you made your kid(s) feel this way, you've officially failed as a father.

[ysrjune]

* BABY, I LIKE YOUR STYLE .ᐟ

@dollfilmz here damn . . .

"sam, do you even have your license?! or—like, do you even know how to DRIVE?" you ask him after he almost crashed into another car. "Pshht. Of course I do." He answers, but not specifically. "You do what?" "I know how to drive and I have my license. Fuck, why are you on my ass?" "UM BECAUSE YOU ALMOST CRASHED?" ".. Oh my bad. Won't happen again, probably." He taps his fingers on the wheel.

Wont happen again.. probably? 💔

As you snack on a chocolate chip muffin, you look outside the window, passing by a bunch of people that are around your age. "Hey, you know what what should do?" You ask, still chewing while talking because you know Sam hates it. "What?" He asks, rolling his eyes at the annoying sound of your chewing. "Drive by roasts." You suggest. Sam chuckles. "That doesn't sound bad." He clicks on the button to roll your window down.

Coming up on a guy with a really bad spray tan, you clear your throat. "NICE TAN, ANNOYING ORANGE." What a stupid 'roast' but he really did look like the annoying orange. "COOL PINS, BOY-SCOUT!!" Sam yells at a guy whos jacket was covered in band pins. For the next 10 minutes you continued this until you had to stop because no one else was around.

"Gimmie that," Sam snatches your sunny D and drinks more than half of it. "You're so fucking greedy." You groan and roll your eyes. "Yeah? So are you. You ate THREE muffins, dude. Like?? What the hell?" He scoffs. "There were FOUR in the box, man." He complains. "And if I was the one driving, all four would be gone." "Whatever!" He furrows his brows. Quickly, you shove a blueberry airhead strip in his mouth. "OH. My God." He moans exaggeratedly. "This is the best airhead flavor ever." He obnoxiously slurps and sucks on the candy.

Finally at your destination, which was a hill, he set a blanket on the floor and pulled another blanket over him and yourself. "It's so cold out here." His teeth chatter. "Really? You're wearing a hoodie and sweats, though." You lay back and look at the night sky. "Yeah, but I'm still freezing. Like that bitch Anna in frozen." He sniffs and lays back as well but let's out a small yelp at the fresh feeling on his back. "You're doing too much, Sam."

"You know, I wish I could point out like the different constellations and stuff like that. I heard that's how you pick up girls." He sticks his tongue out and shakes his head. Oh how you hated how chronically online he is.. "You're so stupid." You don't even bother looking at him. "So are you. It's like 9:30 and here you are on some random hill in the cold to look at stars and be a fatass." He shoves his hands in his pockets. "Like, you could be watching your trashy shows or whatever instead of being here with me. But guess what? You aren't." He cracks a smile.

"Don't let it get to you. I only agreed cause you provided snacks." He was honestly 1 out of 7 friends you have.. so..

"Whatever you say." He shrugs. "UGHH my nose is so COLD." He whines and takes his hand out of his pocket to cover his nose with his sleeve. "My goodness, why did you even wanna come up here then if you knew you were gonna be cold." "I didn't. I thought it was gonna be light work." You could smack him. You should. But you wont.. cause he's just cold. A normal feeling.

He rolls a joint and smokes it with you, talking about lots of different things. Home life, school, friends, girls—you name it. "I loooveee stealing my brothers easter eggs. They always get really good candies." He sniffs, cuddling into you. You were now in the back seat of his car because he was getting too cold. "Thats mean." "No it's not. They gotta start learning to pay a tax." He giggles and looks out the window. "I don't think I'm good to drive back, dude. Matter of fact, I'm gonna pop a tab."

"No you're not, brokie." You giggle along. You weren't high. Not at all. Just relaxed. You'd drive on the way home and maybe stay the night. Definitely make him sleep on his floor. Oh who are you kidding, he's not gonna do that. If anything, he'd just be like "DURRR just sleep in the bed with me DURRR," because he's.. Sam.

"AYE," He snaps his fingers at you, bringing you out of thought. "What?" "Can you make me pancakes in the morning? I'll give you a whole 4 dollas." He says, now with droopy eyes. "No, make them yourself, lazy ass." "Youre so mean." He whines and quickly drifts to sleep, head resting against your shoulder.

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaasxo @anakinca @dollfilmz @alexlovesysrjune @sockiess @sythethecarrot @speaknow-sw @loveamira

[enkays-den]

idk if ur taking asks abt this so feel free to delete lol its so refreshing to have somebody have a nuanced level headed take on when a content creator isn't perhaps the perfect ally. Skizz has clarified in a pinned comment about an hour ago as of me sending this ask, and while there's some level of responsibility to be had when you are an influential presence like a content creator, at the end of the day he's also just a guy. he's not gonna have the perfect responses to stuff. and i say this as somebody who very deeply identifies as transgender: unfortunately, right now, even though it shouldnt be, our identities are political. that sucks major fuckin ass and it shouldn't be a radical take to want everyone to have human rights, obviously, but that's not the reality right now. so when skizz clarified that he meant polarizing topic instead of political, i totally get that tbh. is it disappointing in some aspects? yes, but he also clarified he does not tolerate hate in his spaces or when people begin to cause harm to others. I understand everyone who is kinda jumping at it like "what do you mean polarizing??" even after the comment he pinned, but its like... That's also part of the problem. I get it, it shouldn't be a problem to begin with, but idk. Defs rambling now sorry x. IMO he's right in that this isn't really a great conversation to be had in youtube comments and ive seen a couple commenters jumping at him like "why not" and its like!! i get where you're also coming from but in the current climate its not realistic + skizz is also just A GUY, he's not going to be a perfect political ally. I'd rather an imperfect ally who tries his best and doesn't tolerate hate than performative allyship, you know? Alright sorry for the ramble here. I wanted to talk about how I feel and every other opinion i've seen feels, well, polarizing. I really, really hate how fast fandom can jump on a train to cancel people- not that that's happening, but you see crumbs of it, you know? have a lovely day and thank you for the refreshing take lol

Of course.

I did NOT expect Skizz to do a complete 180 on what he did. I even gave him permission to delete the comment and think on it, because I understand Skizz a little.

This man DOES NOT care about what others think of him. He's said so many times. He cares that his intent was misunderstood.

Over the course of the 18 hours I had my comment up I was reading everyone's tags on my post and do have a few alterations to my original thought which I will go over in the last update to this whole thing.

At the end of the day people have to realize that no matter how strongly you feel, you opinion is still subjective, and cannot be summarized effectively in a simple tweet. That's why I didn't post ANYTHING about this to twitter. The format of the website leads to forced summation which leads to a MASSIVE loss of information, which leads into misinformation.

If you have to learn ANYTHING from this little blip in the drama radar, this is how you stay afloat as the OP:

State the inciting incident objectively

State a summation of your feelings, do not over-exaggerate. My youtube comment said "it stung a little"

Go into detail WHY you feel that way, pulling from external events is better than something only you have gone through is better

Do not demand action from the person you are addressing if it is not a big deal (someone's physical or mental wellbeing being on the line). Skizz not wanting to say 'trans rights' was not a big deal at the end of the day to me.

Keep things level-headed, because the people trying to oppose you will try and goad a reaction out of you. Staying calm and cool and backing up your words with substance exposes them for the aggressor they are.

Do not try and demonize the person you are addressing if it was a slip up. They'll already be feeling bad regardless.

Follow Skizz's #1 rule: Be good, be good to each other.

[nezuswritingdesk]

xavier parenting au

A/n: rounding up the parenting au before all the fics and silly stuff, we got papa xavier and his 2, almost 3 children. (lumi was being a brat and demanded their release so you should thank little lumi) also Xavier's debut post! istg, i have a love-hate relationship with him because he keeps blocking zayne from coming home >:(

Primarily inspired by @tbaluver @starmocha and every xavier girl and boy dad thing I've seen since

Obligatory tag for Aly bc she's the kids godmother: @deusfoundry

cw/tw: family content, fluff, babies! very cute babies, pregnancy

wc: 732 words

Now now, papa xavier huh? This man sleeps more than your the children combined.

Xavier has collected all their plushies from the arcade, each child has a collection of plushies they sleep with.

He tries his best to cook meals for the kids but that didn't turn out good (He's gonna peel fruit from now on becuse cielo told him himself that he shouldn't cook, ever)

Anyways, Xavier is a father of 2 children . Well to put it accurately, 2 almost 3 children.

Cielo is the eldest child. He is 6 years old. His name means sky in Spanish, and you named him.

Looks like you but got Xavier's bright blue eyes and very relaxed personality.

As a baby, he was very quiet and sleepy, with the occasional fuss. Both you and Xavier had to constantly check on him to make sure he was breathing back then (he is don't worry).

When he's awake, he's a lively and smiley child. a little bit shy at first but he's cute

he's a little shit sometimes but that's okay his parents love him

hes a bit of an airhead sometimes

LOVES ALIENS (how do you feel about being part alien Cielo?)

He loves to read his father's comic book collection and sometimes copies the drawings

Reading his father's comic book collection had inspired him to write and draw things.

he loves his baby brother so muchhhh. he adores him since you had told him that he'll be a big brother

he read to altair (his little brother) as a baby

he's classmates with lumi, calebs middle child

he sometimes naps in class lol but is an all rounder

Is Lumi's secret-not so secret crush

Has the BIGGEST, FATTEST, CRUSH on Lumi but hes shy to tell her how he feels (maybe when theyre older)

wants to learn how to fight with a sword to protect his siblings too

meanwhile, his baby brother altair was named by xavier. He is currently 2 years old, thoughts and prayers to your both.

acts a lot like you, looks like xavier

the world's most fuzziest and crying baby

can not be left alone or he'll cry for mommy and daddy or cielo

he's very talkative and emotional

gets jealous when he sees lumi play with his big brother— always tries to sabotage it — well, as best as 2 year old can do

is the reason why you're pregnant, again. with a 3rd child. (hes jealous that his big brother is playing with lumi more than HIM). he basically demanded her into existence.

he's very cute like his brother too ! very respectful and gentle

likes being held

likes people reading to him, especially big brother Cielo

He loves animals! Really or stuffed toy otherwise

As mentioned, there is an upcoming child for Xavier, but it's still in the making.

it's a baby girl

whoops your having another baby again because your husband can't keep his hands off you, and baby altair is jealous that his big brother is playing with a girl instead him

The kids were with auntie Tara or Uncle Caleb and his kids when you got knocked up oopsies (you couldn't remember when because he fucked you STUPID and the sex was so good 10/10)

And now here we are :)

You're 5 months now Goodluck sweets

And this little miss is very active.

adores her father and brothers’ voice and touch

You have a name in mind, keeping how with the starry/constellation names

But for now? She's okay being a growing fetus.

Despite being a hunter, Xavier tries his best to come home uninjured or with injuries he can hide so that the kids won't worry too much.

On his days off, he spends most if not all of his time with the kids: playing, afternoon naps, going outside to enjoy hotpot dinners (cielo is an absolute fan of them), catching plushies, etc.

At the end of the day, he comes home from working, and sees them try their best to stay up, waiting for him. It brings a smile to his face. He puts his sword down, changes his boots into comfortable slippers, picks up Cielo and Altair in each arm and brings them to their beds for the night. After, he would enter your shared room to kiss you and the growing baby a simple goodnight before sleeping with you.

A/N: sigh. all of the introduction posts are done! everyone, please thank xia lumi for forcing me to post xavier and the kids (Shes playing with cielo now) i hope youre enjoying the au so far, feel free to request and ask more about this lovely au! i would love to yap more about the families and the little kids too! hope you like this one!

[oh-no-its-bird]

Similar fic idea to One Step Three Steps, but instead of some random Hatake brat being zapped into modern Konoha from the very early days of the village, it was actually the at the time Hatake Clan Head.

I'm gonna go with the Hatake family tree I tossed into Chasing Shadows for fun, meaning a) the clan head is named Haruka, and b) she's Sakumo's mother (thus Kakashi's grandmother) and Tobirama's aunt

She died very shortly after Tobirama (like a week tops) and the rest of her clan was wiped out pretty soon after her.

(Sakumo was raised by the only other survivor of the clan, an old grandma with poor memory who hadn't been in any state to fight, and who later passed away when Sakumo was still pretty young— so he learned very little about their clan and their traditions, and then passed on even less to Kakashi before he died)

I have literally nothing else for her other than the above, so I guess we'll figure out her character together as we go along

With that said, this is gonna be a long one, so buckle in for

✨️ The Hatake clan head time travels from early to modern Konoha ✨️

Immediately, there's just so much potential pretty much anywhere you drop her into the timeline.

Lets take her from the very first years of Konoha, where they're still lowkey building the village and Madara is still around (bc I love the drama of the time traveler respecting Madara only for the future people to be like "oooo... ok, so bad news actually— Also, you legally aren't allowed to talk good about him for military dictatorship reasons, sorry :(" )

And then we're gonna drop her into kid Kakashi era, with Sakumo still being alive

Right off the bat -> That's Sakumo's fucking mom!!!! Holy shit you guys!!! The last time she saw him he was like a literal infant she JUST recovered from birthing AND NOW HES A WHOLE MAN!!!!

Shes grabbing him by the cheeks squishing him to death, there may be baby talk involved (he's a grown man let him go oh my god??)

If she comes before his mission gone wrong, her presence prevents him from going on it (disaster averted,,, for now) He's currently in the running for most likely to become next Hokage and she's so disgustingly proud holy shit. Her baby!!! Hokage!!!

Maybe have some talk about how that'd make either 3 or 2 Hatake's in office depending on if you count Hashirama as a Hatake (Haruka does not) and how that's kind of bad, right? Only Haruka doesn't give a SHIT about that (politicians hate her and shed hate them too if she didn't enjoy making them suffer so much)

"But Haruka, as clan head aren't you a politician too by default?"

"Haha yeah!! Isn't that awful? (For all of them)"

If she comes AFTER the dreaded mission gone wrong, Haruka is all about backing up his decision (the Hatake are a clan who emphasize loyalty like no other, which is also part of why they took to Konoha's mentality so well)

Shes telling Sakumo he did the right thing and fuck literally everyone who says otherwise. Trust your momma Sakumo, she knows best

Her being there averts Sakumo's death— either bc she manages to keep him going, or bc she interrupts him mid suicide

(I can see Sakumo trying to go through with it specifically bc he thinks at least Kakashi has Haruka now once he's gone)

Also oh my god SAKUMO YOU HAD A BABY??? SHE HAS A GRANDBABY???? AWWW CMERE LITTLE GUY LET GRANDMA GIVE YOU A SMOOCH— OHHH SAKUMO LOOK AT HOW HE STABBED ME OHH WHAT A GOOD BOY, WHAT A CUTE BABY BOY!! CMERE BABY— OHH SAKUMO LOOK HES BITING ME AWWW THATS SO CUTE!! WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? (said like she's talking to a fucking dog)

Kakashi kind of hates her.

There's like a whole big bit about the Hatake clan bloodline limit, which is sort of general wolfy stuff, enhanced senses, some extra strength, etc. And my all-time favorite take, adaptation ✨️

Their white chakra is super flexible, able to adapt and change to fit pretty much any situation —or even other bloodline limits. (Which is why Kakashi not only survived the sharingan implant but came to arguably master it)

Anyways -> other than the white chakra (which neither Sakumo or Kakashi know the details of other than it's their family chakra and its,, white. Exciting, I know), their bloodline limit seems to have borderline dissapeared with Kakashi and Sakumo, due to basically them not knowing how to feed into it / activley supressing it to conform to polite society (unaware that certain impulses aren't actually just intrusive thoughts but actual instinct trying to get them to do things necessary to feed into and reawakened their bloodline limit)

Kakashi actually shows more hints of still having it bc of his age, while Sakumo is very well practiced in accidentally supressing it to conform with general society.

So obviously, Haruka is like "hey guys!! What the actual fuck is this!!" and immediatley (borderline desperatley) trying to get them back to her perceived normal

She's actually REALLY fucked up about all this. Her own son!! Her own grandbaby!! And they don't even eat enough MEAT!!!! This is an actual nightmare, this is like basic baby stuff all the Hatake's should know and she's getting nothing but blank looks and vuagley ashamed guilty stares from Sakumo as she asks if he even takes Kakashi on hunts (he didn't even know that was a thing he should be doing.)

Don't even get her started when she learns Sakumo isn't acting as clan head on the Konoha clan council, holy shit. The Hatake might be a clan of 2 now but they were among the first clans to come to Konoha— she doesn't give a shit how many of them are left, if the number is more than 1 then there better be a fucking representative of theirs on that goddamn council

Funny bit where Kakashi tries to bite someone and Sakumo is telling him to stop bc jesus christ child can you behave for 5 seconds oh god he's so sorry— and Haruka is like, why are you telling him to stop??? This is enrichment for him :)) if there's no blood it's fine, that's the official clan policy for dealing with kids

Haruka... isn't actually a very good choice to leave as your babysitter. If nothing is on fire and no one is dead she considers herself successful.

Sakumo will learn this. In time.

Mmmm bad ending where Sakumo goes through with the suicide. Could be very fun and fucked up n dramatic.

Kakashi doesn't find his father's body first bc Haruka does— or maybe he does but Haruka walks in right behind him and forces him to close his eyes before he can actually see the body.

Fun scene where Haruka is physically wrestling Kakashi away from his father's body, a hand over his eyes as he screams and claws at her, demanding that she let go and let him see his dad.

Can't she smell the blood!? Tou-san is hurt, he needs help! What are you doing!!? Let him go!! Tou-san, Tou-san, where are you? Why aren't you answering?!

He bites her hand in his struggles, so deep that it later scars (just another reminder of the day, oh boy !!)

Haruka getting hit by the fucking brick of reality, straight in the face. She got to meet her son, the only survivor of their clan from her era, just in time for him to die <3

The fic then takes a HARD turn from the silly fluffy fun times of Haruka goofing around telling people to suck her dick if they have a problem with her (which a lot of people definitely do)

-> Right into shinobi politics, political schemes and sabotaged missions and buried clan history galore territory. Haruka isn't ab to take this lying down and everyone's about to get their first look at a grieving Hatake mother in her prime who just lost her baby to the shinobi rumor mill

Before she was kind of keeping to herself just having fun in the clan compound, not reeeally getting involved with any politics or village shit, bc like, she's playing with her family!! This is like her vacation till the time travel is solved and she goes back home!!

But she's not doing that anymore.

Sakumo is gone and Haruka is more than willing to take the seat he chose to leave empty at the clan council. She's about to become EVERYONES problem.

In the bg, Kakashi VIOLENTLY swings between fucking hating Haruka ("You should have stopped him! You should have been there! You should have helped!") to being like, physically unable to be unatached from her (she's waking up in the middle of the night to find him suddenly burrowed into her blankets, holding on to her like he's scared she'll dissapear when he wakes up)

Small soft scene where he's sleeping on top of her and quietly whispers that he's sorry for biting her.

Haruka possibly tries to have Kakashi temporarily drop his training but it's a very hard battle to fight. Both bc Kakashi wants to fight and bc Konoha wants him to fight

Uhh first big scary Haruka politics scene when she puts her foot down and says something along the lines of, "are you telling me here and now that my word as Hatake clan head is not enough to stop Konoha from taking away my child?" And Sarutobi kind of has to back down bc that does NOT fly well with the other clans

Obito and Rin swing by and try to pry at why Kakashi can't fight and she just fucking stares at them and goes, "He's 6."

She goes home and puts her head in her fucking hands. She was promised Konoha was to keep the kids SAFE, that's the entire fucking reason the Hatake agreed to join!!! This is not safe Tobirama, you bitch!!!!! If they send out Kakashi to die, shes going to find your fucking ghost and grind your face into Kakashi's grave!!!!

Anyways, time for my favorite part: politics

Haruka is coming from the early days of Konoha, where the only reason the Hatake even joined the village was, "because my cute little nephew (Tobirama) asked us real nice"

In her mind, she and her clan are still allowed to back the fuck up out of the village whenever she so chooses. She likes it in Konoha, yeah, but they're still free reign nomads and while she'd like to stay and have her clan flourish (which they didn't exactly do and she can literally SEE the way the village destroyed them from the inside out) she and her clan retain the right to leave whenever they want. And if they do leave, other than losing the new friends, it won't exactly be hard on them to get back to the nomad life.

All of that is to say that Sarutobi isn't her Hokage and while she'll be nice and respectful bc she recognizes the position (and her position) when push comes to shove, there's literally nothing they can hold on her to make her bend or break.

Also the last time she saw Sarutobi he was one of her nephews little brat tag-alongs, and she's so fucking bad at treating people their age, doubly so if she knew them as a kid.

It's,,, kind of demeaning actually, she should stop. (She will not.)

Anyways: play into her not just being Tobirama's aunt but also Hashirama's (her sister was their mother) which becomes fun bc Kakashi is her fucking grandkid!! Meaning he's also their fucking cousin!! Politics!! Implications!!!

At least one person is making a "of fucking course the boy genius is related to one of them" joke but like in an angry way (it's probably Obito)

Anyways I started this off with basically nothing for Haruka other than her name and I think she accidentally turned into a real character along the way (inevitable tbh)

Shes a DEEPLY flawed person actually, which I kind of love. She has a habit of belittling people and not treating them their age (absoloutley calls everyone even slightly younger than her 'kid')

Her views of childcare are totally skewed and she should not be trusted with any children other than Kakashi (it's ok he's literally built different, she can provide proper enrichment for him)

Edit: I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN TO POST THIS YET IM GONNA KILL MYSELF I WAS STILL QRITING IM GONNA END IT ALL TUMBLR I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

Shes so fucking full of herself and about to make it EVERYONES problem

[mactavishwritings]

Anything for my Bunny

Millionaire!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Trophy Wife!reader (fem reader)

alt universe where Simon isn't military, but the CEO of a high-tech company

fluff mainly with some sexual implications

You always had a theory as a young girl. You had decided at a young age that you were going to get what you wanted no matter what and your theory was that there was a way to go through life, getting everything you wanted one way or another. You got your education, a degree in English, deciding that you were going to move to England to pursue writing novels in beautiful cafes all day. That dream however died when you ended up working at the cafes instead of being the mysterious patron who sat at a table by the window, typing away on her laptop.

Your wish slowly began to come true when you met Simon Riley. When you met him, he was a handsome businessman who was in a bit of a rush. The other girls at the cafe called him 'Mr. Handsome Latte', standing around the corner, as you took his order. He had a reputation for being quiet or on an important-sounding phone call. You were never one to make assumptions, but there were a few you had about this mysterious businessman.

When he came in that day, he was uncharacteristically wearing a pair of athletic trainers and a plain grey shirt. He had his phone in his hand, not looking up at you until he got up to the register. "Hi welcome in. What can I get started for you today?" You started the conversation like you would with any other customer. "Hi. Can I just get my usual hot latte with an extra shot of espresso?" You nodded, taking his order down. "Sounds good. $4 then." You punched the latte into the register, waiting for him to pay for the drink when he suddenly spoke. "When do you get off today?" You stopped and looked up at the man. "Asks the name of a man whose name I do not know." You fired back, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "Simon, you?" He paid for his drink and followed you down as you began to make his drink. "(Y/N)." You smiled, focusing back on his drink. "Well... Now that you know my name, what time do you get off today?" He persisted so you rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Okay fine. I get off at 6. Why do you want to know, Simon?" You turned your back to steam his milk but turned your head in his direction to let him know that you were still listening. "I'm picking you up and we're going out." He stated simply, causing you to whip your head around. "Excuse me? Why do you think this will happen?" You glared slightly. "Simple. I want to get to know you and I always get what I want." Damn...

-

You went out with him, but not that night. You played with him a bit before he finally convinced you to go out with him. You told him that he was going to have to work hard for what he wanted. You weren't easy to get and he would have to earn your affection. That's when you begin to receive gifts from Simon. All of the girls at work demanded to know why you turned him down or when you were going out with him; boasting about how you couldn't turn that type of man down. So, after receiving the fifth bundle of roses at your apartment, you finally called the number attached to the note on the flowers. He sounded satisfied when he heard your voice. "I told you; I get what I want."

He had completely wined and dined you that night, sweeping you off your feet. The night had taken your breath away and you felt like a teenage girl. So, when he asked you to go out again, you didn't hesitate this time. You began to spend more time with the man, feeling yourself fall slowly in love with who he was as a person. You learned that yes, he was on important calls because he owns one of the tech's world biggest companies. He didn't like talking about work with you, stating that he would rather shut that stuff away when with you, not wanting to interrupt your time together. It had been 3 weeks of seeing each other when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. You had told him that you had been waiting for him to ask you, immediately saying yes.

-

After a year of dating, he asked you to move in. You were excited because he had a big bathtub and that was enough for you. You were still working at the time and while he never said it out loud, you could tell he wanted you to quit and let him take care of the financials. You wanted to still be independent. It was year 2 when Simon came to you with an offer. You would quit your job and he would set up a side account for you where he would give you a 'paycheck'. You would act as an assistant of sorts for him; meaning that you would bring him lunch every day. You agreed, seeing how much it meant to him.

Year 3 was when he proposed. You had gotten comfortable in the giant mansion that you called home. The staff that occupied as well made you uncomfortable at first, but you slowly warmed up to them. Especially when they told stories about Simon, both embarrassing and sweet. Most of them have been with Simon since he started his company, staying with him through all the frustration and triumph he has seen.

You were starting to get close to some of the staff, the main person who you interacted with was a woman named Nancy. Simon instructed her to help you with whatever you needed the first night you stayed the night and you two have been side by side ever since. She became like a second mother for you, helping with sickness and emotions. She knew the proposal was coming long before you did.

Now 5 years later, you couldn’t be more happy. Simon gave you everything you could’ve ever wanted. He often was gone on work trips but always made sure he brought home something for you. Often times, small trinkets. Keychains, figurines, or cups. You loved every one and kept them on your desk at home. You hadn’t given up on your writing dream just because you had become Mrs. Riley. It was one of your few conditions to the marriage. You wanted something separate from Simon and he respected it completely.

As a 5th wedding anniversary present, Simon bought you a new house near the beach and you spent most of your days sitting in your office, staring out of the ceiling-to-floor windows. You were sitting in your desk chair, a cup of coffee in your hands, robe hanging off your shoulder. Simon had been sent away on a work trip and you missed him dearly. He didn’t know when he was going to come back and it killed you, having to wait without a date. He typically knew when he was going to be back, but he had a big launch coming soon and he needed to perfect everything. Nancy had asked you if you were hungry for breakfast and you had told her that you weren’t feeling up to eating. Lately, you seemed to have lost your appetite and you weren't sure why. You felt fine otherwise, figuring that it was just from the stress of Simon not being home.

You pulled your robe back over your shoulder and sighed. Reaching for your phone, there had been no new texts from Simon. You hadn't heard from him all day yesterday and you were getting worried. You rubbed your forehead and felt your stomach churn. You couldn't help but think the worst. You got lost in your head, staring out at the rising sun and crashing waves when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You gasped and looked up, seeing Simon smiling softly at you. "Si! You scared me!" You felt his hand ride up to rub the back of your neck up to your hair. He leaned down to kiss your forehead softly. "My apologies, love." He came around the front of your chair and knelt down to kiss your exposed knee. "I hadn't heard from you yesterday and I didn't know if you were okay." You pouted, running your fingers through his hair.

"Good thing I got you this then. As an apology." He lifted up a small bag and you giggled, taking it in your lap. You pulled out a box and opened it to reveal a very dainty pearl necklace. You gasped and immediately demanded for him to put it on you. Simon placed it on you and locked the clasp, kissing your cheek before standing in front of you. "I have to make up for lost time. Come."

-

That night, after you finished catching up, you both had showered and lounged around all day. For dinner, you two sat at the dining table as you requested, having to remind Simon that you could, in fact, feed yourself. Simon could barely keep his hands to himself as he told you about this recent trip. He told you about how well the launch went and how his new secretary was a "complete psycho who clearly lied during the interview". You nodded along to his words, playing with his fingers as he spoke.

"By the way, in 2 weeks, we're hosting a party here." Simon casually told you and you smacked his arm. "How am I going to prep in only 2 weeks!" You whined, already grabbing your notebook to plan. "I know, my love. It just came up, I only just agreed to it two days ago." He kissed your hand apologetically and smiled. You rolled your eyes, already forgetting your fake anger. “It's fine. I've got a reputation for being the best hostess!" Simon nodded along to your words, smiling as if he had hearts in his eyes. "Whatever you need, I'll leave my card for you. You know the pin." You giggled, knowing that the pin was your birthday.

You picked up the empty plates and walked them to the kitchen, smiling when you felt Simon wrap himself around you from behind. "Missed you...my hand was barely enough.." Simon whispered in your ear, gently kissing your neck. You gasped, feeling his hands slip under your slip dress. "Si! Someone could walk in!" You giggled as he lifted you up onto the countertop. "Oh, Mrs. Riley...I paid for this house. I will enjoy my dessert in my kitchen." He smirked as he knelt between your legs.

-

i loved this idea and would love to expand on it! so feel free to send asks about this <3

[jplupine]

Day 17: Asahi Azumane ~ Skirt/Thigh Highs

Pairing: Asahi Azumane x AFAB Reader Word Count: ~3k Date Published: October 17, 2024 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Sub!Asahi, Size Difference, Skirt+Thigh Highs Kink, Handjob, Praise Kink, Vaginal Sex, Hair Pulling, Creampie, Reader is AFAB but no gender is specified Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/etc. get used. Reader refers to Asahi using terms like 'Sweetheart', 'Good Boy', and 'Love'. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Your boyfriend tries to surprise you with a cute outfit he thought you'd like, but he's over six feet tall and the skirt is much too short for him. You love it even more for that very reason.

You can also read it on AO3!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

  Carrying a basket on your hip to your room, you knocked on the closed door before going inside. Asahi was sitting on the opposite side of the bed with his back facing you, his shoulders tensing when the door opened despite your knock to give him warning that you were coming in.

  "You haven't made the bed yet?" You questioned while seeing the old sheets and blankets still on the mattress. Setting down the laundry basket, you began to put away the clean clothes in the dresser.

  "Oh, uh....no." Asahi muttered while keeping his back facing you.

  "What have you been up here doing then?" Your brows knit together as you picked up some folded shirts to put them away. Asahi didn't answer and instead lowered his head while fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater. "Asahi?" You watched his shoulders rise as his head lowered more.

  You felt concern beginning to grow from his lack of response. Looking closer, you saw the tips of his ears were bright red. You sighed through your nose while putting away more clothes.

  "If you fell asleep, there's no need to be embarrassed."

  "I-I didn't fall asleep." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

  "Then what's wrong?" Your tone was gentle to try and coax the man into speaking.

  "I, uh...." Asahi trailed off, going quiet again. You looked at him for a second while being patient to let him have time to respond. Whatever it was, he didn't yet have the courage to say it.

  Leaning over to the nightstand, you picked up your water to take a drink while turning around to put away more clothes. You heard Asahi get up from the bed and take a few hesitant steps.

  "I...." He tried speaking again until his voice cracked. You didn't know why he was so nervous, but you had learned by now that if you gave him a moment, he'd eventually say what he wanted to. "You said you liked stuff like this....but I think it's too small."

  You looked to see what he was talking about only to spit out your water all over the dresser mirror. Asahi stood a few feet away while shifting on his feet and blushing so deeply that his entire face was red. His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the fabric of the skirt he wore while trying to pull it as far down as it would go since it barely covered anything at all. The mini skirt accented his long legs that were covered up to mid-thigh by pretty black thigh highs with cat faces near the elastic bands.

  The fabric of the thigh highs was stretched thin from barely being able to contain the muscles of his thighs. His sweater was the only thing that seemed to fit his large frame, but the cute clothes and his blushing face had your brain short-circuiting.

  "Is it that bad?!" Asahi began to panic at your reaction before you threw up your hands and shook your head.

  "No! No, not bad! Not bad! You just surprised me!" You quickly explained as Asahi's blush deepened even more. "I wasn't expecting to see-" Your gaze dropped back down to his thighs as they were pressing together from him still trying to cover as much of his exposed skin as possible.

  It was almost enough to make you rabid on its own.

  Your sweet boyfriend was like a deer, so timid and flighty, but at times such as this, it made you feel like a wolf drooling and eager to sink your teeth into the flesh peeking out between his thigh highs and skirt. He was gorgeous even when he looked so nervous he might burst into tears.

  "Yeah, that, uh, that's really small on you." You managed to finally speak again after clearing your throat. "Did you not check the sizes?"

  "These were the biggest ones they had." Asahi shifted on his feet again and raised one hand to cover his blushing face as he averted his gaze. It took every ounce of power you had to not pounce on the man.

  "And you're saying you did this for me?" You slightly tilted your head to the side while looking Asahi up and down, drinking him in detail by detail. He gave a small nod, making a smile pull at the corners of your mouth. "Then let me see." Asahi looked at you again with wide eyes.

  "B-But-"

  "C'mon, sweetheart. Just give me a once-around." You waved your finger in a circle to emphasize that you wanted him to turn around and let you see everything. Asahi gave a small whimper of embarrassment. "Take your time. I only want to appreciate this."

  He looked at the ground before gripping the skirt tighter. Asahi slowly began to turn and your gaze went back down. You bit your bottom lip when you saw the mini skirt couldn't even cover his ass all of the way, giving you a nice peek of bare skin.

  "You don't have underwear on?" You questioned with a quirked-up brow. Asahi quickly tried to pull the skirt down over his rear while looking at you from over his shoulder.

  "I-I don't have any short enough!"

  "Hey, I'm not judging." You waved your hand while getting closer to him. "You're just so damn sexy." Your voice purred as you grabbed his hands to pull them away from his skirt. Looking down at his ass and thighs, you couldn't stop thinking about having your head under that skirt and between his thighs or having him bouncing on your strap while the skirt fluttered.

  Your hands groped the back of his thighs before sliding up to cup his ass. Asahi squeaked but didn't move away from you. Your fingers traced the crease where his rear and the top of his thighs met, making him shiver.

  "You're so good to me, Asahi. I really do like this." You grabbed his hips to turn him around. His face was buried in his hands, his ears bright red as his blush was spreading down his neck. When your gaze dropped, you could see the man was already half hard with the way the fabric of the skirt was being lifted.

  Smirking, you guided him toward the bed before slipping one hand between his thighs. Your fingers ghosted over his inner thigh, feeling him twitch as you went higher. Before you reached the apex of his legs, you pulled your hand away. Reaching up instead, you moved his hands away from his face.

  "There's my pretty boy." You cooed while lacing your fingers with his. "Can you give me a kiss?" You asked while leaning up since Asahi was taller. He swallowed as his grip on your hands tightened. He hesitated before leaning down to bring his face closer. You smiled just before he kissed you. "That's it." A soft whine came from the back of his throat.

  His big hands dwarfed yours as they shook but never let go. Looking into his eyes, you saw his pupils widening as he stared at your lips. Asahi sat down on the edge of the bed to be closer to your level.

  "You wanna kiss me again, handsome?" Your smile was inviting as your voice drew Asahi closer. His thumbs brushed over yours in a comforting way before his lips met yours for another kiss.

  Without pulling away, you slid your knee between his to spread his legs. You were able to get closer to him now and deepened the kiss. The scruff on his chin scratched at your skin when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. His breath was heavier, and you let go of one of his hands to cradle the back of his neck. Asahi placed his free hand on your hip.

  He softly moaned, making you grin. His lips were kiss-swollen as he panted when you finally pulled away. Your kisses trailed along his jaw. Asahi whimpered while tilting his head back. Humming with approval into his skin, you then licked the corner of his jaw.

  You whispered in his ear after nipping his earlobe.

  "It's a good thing you didn't put the clean sheets on." Alluding to the mess you were about to make, Asahi whined and tried to close his legs. However, you were still standing in the way, forcing them to remain spread.

  Kissing down the side of his neck, you then let your tongue curl over his throat as it vibrated from his voice. You glanced down to see his cock fully hard and exposed from how short the skirt was. Your mouth watered at the sight as you listened to his quickened breaths.

  Letting go of his other hand, you pulled your shirt off and tossed it to the side. The rest of your clothes followed before you grabbed the back of Asahi's thighs and climbed onto the bed. He fell back with a surprised yelp as you held his legs around your hips.

  "I've barely touched you, Asahi. I think you like this, too, don't you?" You ran your hands up his outer thighs while looking down at his erection. Asahi softly whined while covering his face with his arms. He was embarrassed and shy, but his body still gave away how much he enjoyed your touch and attention. "C'mon, tell me."

  Ghosting your fingertips over his thighs, you saw him shiver. He hesitantly nodded.

  "Use your words, Asahi."

  "Y-Yes."

  "Good boy." Your fingers trailed to his inner thighs and made him twitch. You traced the line between his skin and his socks, watching his muscles flex as he squirmed. Teasing Asahi this way was always fun with how he would whimper and shiver.

  You finally touched his cock, running your fingertips up his length as his breath shook. Your finger brushed over his slit and you heard a hiss from Asahi sucking in a breath through his teeth as his body tensed.

  "Maybe we should get you some panties to go with this skirt." You mused while slowly stroking Asahi's length. "I think some pretty lace hugging just right would look really nice." Cupping his balls and gently squeezing, you made him jolt with a moan. "Yeah? You agree?" Imagining the lace on him with his skin peeking through the thin fabric that would struggle to contain his cock made your skin buzz with excitement.

  Opening your mouth, you drooled on him to use your saliva as lube while stroking his dick. Asahi's thick thighs squeezed around your hips, and when you looked up, you saw him biting his lower lip. You also saw that he'd moved his arms enough to peek and watch you touch him.

  His deep red cheeks and burning ears were so cute. The desire in his eyes encouraged you to stroke just a little bit faster until he moaned. Your other hand squeezed his thigh as his hips bucked. Asahi couldn't stop himself from rocking his hips up to fuck into your hand, chasing the pleasure when you teasingly moved your hand higher with shallow strokes.

  Your grip tightened around the head, making him moan as his back arched.

  "If you want more, you'll need to tell me. I can do this all day, sweetheart."

  "Please." Asahi said it so quietly you almost didn't hear him before he whimpered again. "Please." His face turned to the side as he clutched the front of his sweater.

  "Please, what? Tell me what you want." You cooed before running your thumb over his slit and smearing the precum beading there. He moaned, squeezing you between his thighs again.

  "Please ride me. Please, please, please!" He shivered as your hand kept pumping.

  "Good boy. Now look at me." You heard him whine and saw his jaw clench. Throwing your legs over his hips, you straddled his lap. "Look at me." You ordered. Asahi hesitated before forcing his head to turn to look at you. "That's it." You smiled and lined his cock up with your pussy. Your leaking arousal eased the way as you sank down to the hilt.

  As you sat there getting used to the stretch, Asahi's head fell back with a moan while his hands were clutching your hips with a strong grip. You couldn't move even if you wanted to with how he had you pinned against him. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you watched Asahi clench his jaw and groan, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

  "You think you're so sly, don't you? You can't fool me, love. I know you put on this pretty little skirt just to drive me wild." Your hands slid up his torso to rest on his broad chest, his soft sweater bunching beneath your palms and warm from his body heat. You could feel his heart pounding as you waited for him to relax his grip.

  Asahi's cock twitched and he whimpered at the back of his throat.

  "That's it, sweetheart." You cooed when he finally loosened his grip enough for you to move. Raising your hips, you sank back down while leaning some of your weight on your hands to pin Asahi to the bed. He wasn't truly pinned, he was much stronger and could easily get up whenever he wanted, but the weight of you on top of him and clenching around his cock had him stuck in place.

  He moaned and whined as you rode him, eyes screwed shut as his brows furrowed. His hair was in a bun but was getting mussed up each time his head was thrown back with each cry of pleasure. You leaned over to kiss just beneath his jaw and along his bared throat.

  "Please! More."

  "Oh? You want more kisses?" Your lips brushed against his neck as you spoke. He nodded, making you smile and litter his neck with kisses. Asahi jolted with a yelp when you nipped him, but how his cock throbbed and he drove himself deeper into you showed how much he liked it. "Feels good?"

  "Yes!"

  "You're keeping the skirt, aren't you? It looks really good on you." Sitting back up, you watched Asahi's face twist as he moaned. "Don't you wanna see me peeking out from under it with your cute little kitties on either side of my head?" You reached back to snap the elastic band of one of his thigh highs and momentarily stretched out the cat's face even more.

  Asahi jolted with a sound that was a cross between a sharp gasp and a moan when the sock snapped back into place and left his skin turning red. You grinned, seeing him biting his bottom lip as his long fingers were digging into your hips. Placing your hand back onto his chest, you picked up the pace, groaning while feeling his cock deep within.

  You didn't care if Asahi got overstimulated, you were already planning on going down on him once you had an orgasm. You wanted his strong legs locked around your head as those adorable cartoon cats watched him fall apart. You could also leave bites and hickeys on the exposed patches of skin just above the thigh highs without him getting too embarrassed; it was just high enough that his volleyball shorts could cover it up during practice.

  Not that you cared if anyone saw, but Asahi nearly exploded with embarrassment the last time his team spotted a hickey on his neck.

  But you two would know about them even if no one else saw them. And that alone was enough to excite you more at the prospect of marking up his pretty thighs.

  "Fuck, Asahi!" You panted as his grip was near bruising.

  "Please! Please!" He whined while pulling you closer. His wide hands slid up your back to cling to you and bury his face in your neck and shoulder. Asahi's heavy breaths warmed your skin as you listened to him moan. His whiny pleas went lower, his voice dropping as he grunted and held you tighter. "Please."

  You moaned into his ear and rested your cheek against his head. Being as close to him as possible made it harder to ride him, but he helped by planting his feet on the edge of the bed to thrust up his hips. One of Asahi's hands slid into your hair, cradling the back of your skull as you panted praises and encouragement.

  "That's my good boy~." Your purring voice made him groan with your breath tickling his ear. "So sweet to me." You moaned when he bucked and whimpered, sounding so desperate while pistoning his cock in and out of your wet heat. You reached down with one hand to rub your clit, making yourself clench and moan.

  With Asahi balls deep and your fingers working in unison, you felt the cusp of your orgasm, knowing just a few more strokes would drive you over the edge. Asahi cried out when you pulled his hair. He couldn't take anymore and went as deep as he could to feel you clench around his cock as he filled you with his cum. Each spurt had him throbbing and his entire body shivering as he hugged you to his chest.

  Your own orgasm made you pull on his hair harder, forcing out another whine from Asahi. It just felt so damn good as tears pricked at his eyes and overstimulation made his stomach flinch. Even so, he didn't want to stop feeling you all around him with your fingers in his hair and your lips brushing his temple.

  You both gave a shaky breath as the last lingering waves of an orgasm had your skin buzzing. The mess of bodily fluids was dripping onto the bed, but neither of you cared.

  Humming softly, you wrapped your arms around Asahi gently, hugging him while resting your weight against his body. One of his thumbs began to gently rub your shoulder blade to let you know that he was still okay but didn't want to let you go.

  "I...I think I want to get more skirts." Asahi whispered and you chuckled while twirling his soft hair around your finger.

  "Oh, you naughty boy. You know I won't be able to keep my hands to myself." You kissed his cheek as he laughed. His cheeks and ears were still red and his smile was so sweet.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(to the tune of Avril Lavigne's sk8terboi)

He was a human battering ram.

She was a recon sniper.

Can I make it any more obvious?

Headcannons - Fit for a King - König x fem!OC fanfic

Instead of making a y/n fic, I decided to create an original female character because I ususally write all of my stuff in POVs. Due to posting the chapters often right after I've written them some of the context and the characterization might not be explicit in every single piece, some of the information is only gonna get revealed down the road.

(TW: alcoholism, death, violence)

Karina Müller is almost 30 years old, she served in the Norwegian military from right after school until the death of her brother who was KIA on a mission together. She fell off the wagon after that, feeling responsible for his death and effectively being shunned by her family after that. Her pick of poison was alcohol and it got so bad that she more than once was drunk on the job which led to her getting kicked out.

The years after that she spent getting help, trying to get clean and going back to a civilian life, but the military was what she knew, so the civilian jobs didn't stick and she started to work as a mercenary, now a dry alcoholic. Which might be an issue for some contractors, but KorTac doesn't really bat an eye.

She's a compassionate person who loves to laugh, she's seen enough shit not to take any from her teammates and can stand her ground when faced with any challenge thrown her way. She's still working through some stuff, coming to terms with her past, but she has an optimistic spirit and a strong will.

Even though the Colonel seems scary at first, she learns pretty quickly that he is to be respected in training and on the battlefield, but on a personal level he's really not that bad. The 6'10'' killing machine, Austrian war criminal (insert "what murdeeer?!"-meme here) is quite an anxious person when it comes to basic human interaction.

Shouting orders at his team, stomping his enemies into the ground is more comfortable to him than just talking about mundane stuff with other people, he mostly keeps to himself (except for Horangi because that little shit would never leave him alone). And for the first time in a long time, Müller makes him wish that he could just go up to people and strike up a normal conversation like a normal person (don't we all).

König is 38 years old (we don't know his full name) and has the biggest metalhead dad vibes without actually having any children himself (his favourite band is Death, although he listens to a bunch of different ones, it's also their merch shirt Müller steals in "Are you wearing my t-shirt?").

When he started out in the military, he shaved his long metalhead hair off because that was the way to go back then, but he let it grow back when he was older and already Colonel. He has gauged ears and a plethora of tattoos all over his body because the soft pain of body modifications and working out until he almost passes out are his ways of dealing with his anxiety and stress. His body is a testament to that.

He has a huge scar on the right side of his face from when he got beaten to a pulp by his bullies at school, something he never let happen again after that (five on one was really unfair). His nose has been broken two times and sometimes his tattoos get destroyed by battle injuries, but he doesn't really care about that - or his looks in general. He's a soldier and not a model.

So the reason why he's always wearing the selfmade hood is not the scar. He prefers not to show his feelings to others, staying hidden underneath the mask for his own comfort, even if it makes him scarier also in situations where he doesn't want to be.

(CW: some nsfw headcannons ahead, talk about not wanting to have children) They're both switches, though König is leaning more on the Dom-side while Müller is a sub who likes to brat a little too much, just to see her man falter (for example when she calls him a good boy in random scene #1).

Müller is bisexual, something she discovered when serving in an all-women-taskforce of the Norwegian military (we don't really know about König's sexuality though). She decided a long time ago that she doesn't want to have children (she doesn't see herself leaving service again anytime soon and given her past, she doesn't see herself fit to become a mother), so she got her tubes tied. Which also comes in handy when a certain Colonel's favourite pasttime (well, actually second favourite) is leaving creampies inside her (no 'unexpected pregnancy' trope in this household).

König definitely eats pussy for his own pleasure, begging Müller to let him eat her out in "Sit" or losing a little friendly competition for a sexual favour in "But no funny business" (oh and he definitely steals her panties at any chance he gets). She's totally not opposed to servicing him as well, but the size of his dick makes this a whole endeavour (like seen in "Open wide, Prinzessin").

They match each other's energy pretty well, just going at it like rabbits at every chance they get, which sometimes proves to be difficult as they're sneaking around in secret.

Their arrangement is kind of a fuckbuddy/fwb-situation, they fuck hard and rough, without ever really kissing (the mask stays on), but after a while feelings start to get in the way... After all they do belong together <3

Read more at the Fit for a King - Masterlist or keep an eye out for the AO3 link - coming soon.

[panlight]

In Life and Death SMeyer wanted to show how everything would be the same with flipped genders, but we all know it wouldn't work like that. So, based on their flipped genders and kind of changed backstories (especially in Jessamine's case), which special abilities do you think the Cullens should have?

I think Carine still works with compassion or something compassion-adjacent (not a super power technically but you get the idea). And actually I wonder if people would be less critical of her actions vs Carlisle? That is, I don't really see people talking about consent and damnation when it comes to Sasha of the Denali creating her "daughters" (none of whom were on the verge of death so far as we know). Maybe there's some subconscious thing where a woman making vampire 'children' is more akin to birth (no one chose to be a vampire, but no one chose to be born either), whereas the power dynamics of a man making the choice for someone else, especially women, weirds people out? I don't know, maybe I'm way off base there, but I feel like there might be SOMETHING.

Carine's story is pretty much the same, just limited by what women were allowed to do in the medical field. There's also a bit of a "punish a man by hurting a woman" there in that the vampire who bit her explicitly did so to punish Pastor Cullen, but since I already sort of headcanoned that for Carlisle anyway, it didn't bother me much.

The difference was the Carine wasn't out doing the vampire hunting herself; likewise Jessamine had much less agency than Jasper, who actively chose to lie about his age to enlist. Jessamine was just kidnapped from her home. (And again, the dynamics of a male vampire breaking into someone's home and kidnapping her to turn her into a vampire just feels very different than three vampire women being approached by a man who thought they needed help. Yas Maria, slay Maria! Ew, gross Mariano!) So we have no evidence really Jessamine had the same power as Jasper as a human; she also had no military experience so she would have had a much steeper learning curve than Jasper in terms of learning how to fight, how to train, how to command. I've always thought that Jasper's power should have been mental anyway so let's make Jessamine's power mental instead. She can still sense and manipulate emotions but no more of that weird heartbeat and endorphin stuff (that doesn't seem like would apply to vampires anyway??), it's mental. Wouldn't work on Beau/Bella then I guess.

Royal can keep beauty, Eleanor can keep strength. I like how those upend expectations. And Eleanor's backstory stayed pretty much the same: being mauled by a bear. Good for her! I appreciate that SM still had them get married repeatedly; although I don't remember if it's still because Royal likes to do it. I hope so because again, it upends expectations (the man being wedding-obsessed) and it keeps them closer to their original characterizations.

Earnest's story is very different than Esme's (and again, I must ask, why not 'Ezra?' It's right there and just feels right! Even feels like the name of a kid who grew up on a farm). But again, I like upending expectations by having this sweet, loving house-husband while Carine is out there working. I do wonder, if we had seen more of Earnest, if SM would have made that Power of Heart more dad-like ("step into my office" "let's play catch" "You can tell your old man anything") than the just sort of bubble of love surrounding Esme but I don't know. It might also manifest differently because Earnest's child was older and was actively murdered by his wife. Esme only had her child for a few days and he died of natural causes. Those experiences are very different and might shape what form the Power to Love Passionately takes and how Earnest applies it to his family. He might be a bit more anxious? More protective? He knows his new children are basically indestructible but that helplessness he felt when he lost his human daughter might color how he reacts.

That leaves Archie and Edythe. You can't really change their powers too much because so much of the plot relies on them. And really I haven't changed much of the others either. I think the powers would be pretty similar because they are based on traits shared between the two versions of the characters, but how they used them, how they manifested, might be different because of their different lived experiences. Archie growing up as an eldest son rather than an eldest daughter (and does this mean his mother hires someone to kill his father and his mother and step-father lock him up? How deep does the gender swap go?) might change things like, perhaps he's more or less likely to tell people about his visions because of different societal expectations. Perhaps Edythe's latent ability to "read" people is seen as less impressive than Edward's, like, "oh she's a girl of course she has strong emotional intelligence" or whatever vs Edward being this sensitive piano prodigy was more of an outlier.

Life and Death is such an interesting experience because SM kept a lot of the dialogue word-for-word from Twilight. Earnest has almost all the same lines as Esme, etc. But she changed the backstories to fit gender expectations.

[timkontheunsure]

The clocks back theory

Something in this zanny one is plot relevance. (Probably relevant to this season's finale, Sinsmas)

It could be a couple of things, or both. 🙂

Emberlynn's amulet

It could be the Dhorks and cherubs related. But would be funnier if the people writing akuma no otto, the devil' husband, were just using a lot of religious stuff as backstory. (Like Hazbin hotel does. Hey offbrand Charlie).

If Stolas' seal is all that's to summon him, I can see merchants for a show accidentally making holly protection. 😆

Dumb fanfic

Ok, so gist is a someone who previously had a wife stands up against satan to protect their lover.

And Satan is turning up soon, probably in Sinsmas.

Blitz and IMP look to be in trouble in the trailer.

What if they get caught?

We know Andrealphus is plotting something to get all of Stolas' wealth, legions and title. And 'technically' doing this for Stella, Stolas' wife, so she'll get more in the divorce. (Actually doing it so he gets it).

Emberlynn also calls Blitz a demon prince.

Wich makes me think it's foreshadowing Stolas being the one taking a stand for his man. Not Blitz (this time).

There's been a theme this season of Stolas learning to choose, and stand up for what he wants. After failing to do so before last

Like going through with the divorce,

Makeing sure Blitz can manage his business without him,

And setting a boundary of needing space when he's hurt. Something that's really hard do with loved ones.

These are all pieces of rebuilding you have to do after abuse.

This part with the ars goeita, Andy and Vassago, Mammon and Satan all looks to be in the same place.

I'm assuming this meeting is about IMP's illegal use of the grimoire. To show Stolas is too incompetent and unfit for his job.

While Blitz now has a legal method and is under Asmodeus jurisdiction, how much will that help when Ozzie's also very publicly dating an imp?

That might make him seem to biased to help, when Blitz originally was lent the grimoire for sleeping with Stolas.

But why would Mammon be helping here?

Blitz burned down Loo loo land, while IMP were being bodyguards for Stolas. Wonder if hell has a law about being liable for any damage that contractors do?

But I can see Stolas standing up against Satan in the ars goeita council, to keep Blitz and IMP safe.

So why do I think the amulet might come back in?

A lot of people at assuming Andy is going to win this. (Couldn't be arsed to keep putting the full name anymore. And I get a laugh thinking it'd piss the pompous bugger off).

That he'll take everything from Stolas. Money, home, job, grimoire, and probably even Via. 🙁 (Don't think that'll stick as Via is a real daddy's girl).

Stolas without his grimoire would probably be vulnerable to Andy, especially if he's just been dragged by the council.

Thinking this is going to get a call back.

A lot of us have been wondering how Blitz is defending a vulnerable Stolas.

Maybe the strangle looking knife is merchant from the akuma no otto show lol?

(NB I had to do so many double check that I didn't put Santa instead of Satan in this thing. 😅 Heh dyslexic kiddies write Christmas lists to hell lol).

[mixelation]

i've been reading heavenly tyrant (the sequel to iron widow by xiran jay zhao). thoughts after finishing the first part below the cut.

note my impression is mostly critical so far, and so clicking will reveal negativity. i assume most people have control over their own ability to gauge if they can handle this or not, but i've been proved wrong before

bullet points:

i feel the writing has improved on a structural level, but frequently veers into strange twitter-esque rants about the evils of capitalism? and often there are very first draft vibes to descriptions

there is a scene-- i shit you not-- where zetian accuses qin zheng (a legendary emperor who was frozen for 200 years that zetian woke up) of treating her like he owns her, and then makes a quip about how a guy who's against private property shouldn't be like that. qin zheng then replies-- i shit you not-- by explaining the difference between private and personal property. then he says something like "i have to go reform the education system" and leaves. i choose to believe this is a joke for my own sanity, but it is genuinely unclear

one of my complaints about iron widow is that the last 2/3-ish of the book seem to lack focus because zetian doesn't really have a specific goal, she's just doing stuff. in the first third of this installment, she spends 85% of her time confined to a single room. so now she doesn't seem to have much of a goal (she keeps talking about learning how qin zheng became powerful, taking that power, and killing him... but it's unclear why she wants to do this or what she thinks will happen if she succeeds) AND she's not even doing stuff.

i do like qin zheng more than shimin or yizhi. probably because he is the only one in this book making any sort of decisions. that being said, his ~toxic situationmance~ with zetian isn't... like... fun? they just don't like each other

if you liked yizhi or shimin then bad news!!!! they're barely here!!!! i didn't really care so i'm having fun with this new guy. how are you going to uplift the common man but live in a palace, new guy? hmm?

also zetian has gone from "ridiculous but fun to watch break things" to just like. unlikeable. it's to the point where it's hard to feel bad for her because some of her problems really do feel like they wouldn't exist if she was just, like, polite.

ANOTHER complaint i had about iron widow was that there was too much telling instead of showing. i felt this had improved a little with heavenly tyrant, as we see zetian actually attempting positive interactions with women (one of her repeatedly stated goals in the first book was wanting to help girls, and yet we barely saw her give a shit about any individual woman) and the narrative actually gives itself enough room to have zetian and qin zheng interact. however qin zheng keeps giving speeches about new policies he's going to use to fix society and folks, we have not been shown all these societal problems. like at all. there's medical debt? educational debt? no named character has these problems. i did not know these problems existed in this society before this speech.

also his big plans really do read like a 16 year old on tumblr making up an imaginary government based on some posts they read and 0 real world experience. slay

a lot of the reviews on storygraph complain it's too slow but honestly i read the first ten chapters really quickly because like. what is happening here. we'll see if anything manages to happen in the next part