#or they would tell me directly when nobody would want to talk to them due to drama & then leave & forget me as soon as they could

[daisyblog]

First Date

Summary: Harry and YN are set up on a date.

2019

Jonny had separately nagged YN and Harry to let him set them up on a date. Harry’s argument was that he was in the middle of writing his second album, and wanted to be on his own after his last break up. YN’s protest was that she was a single working Mum who didn’t have the time, and added “nobody wants to date a single mum”. 

After what felt like months of constant begging, Harry and YN both gave in to their friend and agreed to go on a date. Jonny had arranged for them to meet at a small quiet restaurant on the outskirts of London, knowing Harry would want to stay under the radar. 

YN had been nervous all day. She had messaged Jonny several times to try and cancel but he insisted that it was just nerves and she should give it a chance. Harry felt mixed emotions, part of him was nervous, he was meeting someone new but the other part of him was excited because he knew Jonny wouldn’t set him up with just anyone. 

Harry arrived at the restaurant first, being fifteen minutes early. He was shown to their table which he was grateful was tucked into a corner away from other tables. He knew that was down to Jonny’s request. Wanting to calm his nervous, Harry ordered a bottle of wine for them, hoping YN liked it too. 

He had just taken a small sip from his glass, when he saw the waiter walking towards him with a woman following behind. Harry stood from his chair, ready to greet her. “Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you”. Harry spoke first, bringing YN in for a hug. 

“Jonny and his persuasive ways huh?”. YN joked, causing Harry to smile knowing Jonny must have nagged YN as much as he had nagged him. 

Harry pulled YN’s chair out for her to sit before taking his place back in her own. “I ordered wine, I can get you something else if you’d prefer”. 

“No…wine is perfect, thank you”. YN smiled with appreciation, showing her little dimples. “I like your tattoos”. She complimented as she noticed them on his arm, that was exposed due to his short sleeved shirt. 

Harry glanced down as he looked at his arm, smiling slightly at the mixture of ink that covered his skin. “Uh thanks…I have too many to count”. He giggled. “Do you have any?”. He gestured to his tattoos. 

YN hesitated before explaining. “I have one…on my wrist”. She turned her hand over to reveal the delicate ink on her right wrist. “It’s my son’s name”. YN watched for a change in Harry’s response or how he may end the date now. 

But what surprised YN was Harry’s genuine grin as he looked down at her wrist. “What’s his name?”. His question was genuine, YN could tell by how he looked at her directly in the eye which a soft look. 

“Jacob”. YN smiled as she thought about her favourite person. The little boy who saved her in more ways than he would ever know. “He’s five and a real sweetheart.”. Harry noticed how YN’s whole face lit up as she spoke about him. “Does me having a son not bother you?”. YN couldn’t help but ask.

Harry frowned at her question before shaking his head. “Of course not…I don’t date people based on if they’re a parent, or if they have a certain job or x amount of money in the bank…I date people for them.”. 

“I’m sorry…I couldn’t help but ask, I’m not used to people being so understanding when it comes to Jacob”. YN apologised, hoping she hadn’t ruined the date before it had started properly. 

“Hey…it’s fine, you can be yourself tonight…there’s no judgement from me.” Harry reassured her, knowing how it felt for someone not to get to know you and having a false opinion. 

“Thank you…that really means a lot”. YN smiled before taking a sip from her glass, needing to treat her dry throat. 

“So tell me about you and Jacob…I can see he’s your life and I want to know more”. The sentence caused a spark in YN’s chest at how interested Harry was in not only her but the one person who mattered the most. 

Harry and YN had talked, laughed and smiled all evening. YN couldn’t remember the last time she felt like herself and was able to be just YN and not just a Mum. Harry wondered how he hadn’t met YN sooner because for once someone didn’t want to speak to him because he was Harry Styles, he could see that YN was genuinely interested in getting to know him as just Harry. 

Harry had learnt that YN was in university studying business when she fell pregnant but had to drop out before graduating. But now owned her own florist in London. He noticed that she hasn’t mentioned her family apart from Jacob, but decided it was best to leave it that way for now. She didn’t ask one question related to the band or his music, she asked questions about his family, where he grew up, his childhood memories and all the little things that built up who he is today. 

After they had finished their meals and nicely argued about how the bill was going to be paid, they found themselves walking through a quieter part of town, still chatting and giggling like two teenagers. They wanted to blame the wine but deep down they both knew it was from the excitement of each other. 

Harry had arranged for a taxi to drop them both back home. They were both supposed to realise that YN didn’t live far from Harry’s Hampstead house. He walked YN up to her door to make sure she was home safe. They both stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to break the silence. Smirks covering their smiles. 

“I had a really nice time tonight”. Harry broke first, meaning what he had said. 

“Me too!”. YN felt shy for the first time all evening. 

“Can I see you again?”. Harry was bold, he hadn’t felt like this after a date before and he wasn’t willing to lose his chance. 

YN smiled, she felt special and chosen for once and inside she was screaming with happiness. Harry really wanted to see her again. “I’d love that”.

They quickly swapped numbers and Harry was eager to arrange to see YN again. Before making his way back to the taxi that was waiting patiently, he leaned in to hug YN goodbye. It was like neither of them wanted to let go but the feeling of Harry’s lips leaving a peck on her cheek is what caused YN to jump around in happiness once she closed the door behind her that night. 

[derpinette]

i miss going to school because i always knew everybody's business but nobody knew mine due to being a huge loser. & it ruled

[daincrediblegg]

no you know what I'm going to scream about the stuff I talked about in the tags of this post publicly

I'm tired of the well-meaning "don't feel bad if your work only gets 20 notes your genius is what counts and do it for you!" bullshit. I've had a good handful of friends who have straight up DEACTIVATED in recent months because their work was not getting reblogged AT ALL. No, it wasn't from lack of not being well-liked, no it wasn't from lack of trying to make sure it was getting out there to the people they knew would engage with it. It was because no matter how much they were praised privately for their work, when push came to shove, absolutely NOBODY reblogged it and gave it the audience that it was due, and I'm tired of people shoving the "unsung genius" narrative as an excuse for it. Nothing excuses that. And the boop event really proved that.

because I know given the opportunity, indiscriminately pressing a button (sometimes 10 thousand times, as I did) is not beyond this website's capability. y'all loved doing that. and look at what it wrought. nothing but love and affection and happiness. just from a couple of quick clicks of a little paw button. sure. nobody knew who you booped but the other person (which is how likes used to work on this website, btw). there was an element of anonymity to it. but that is kind of the core of this website that no other social media platform still has: the ability to be anonymous. and hyper-curating a blog on here like you might on twitter or instagram to project an image is simply not viable. and hey. you wanna know a secret: literally nobody cares what you post or whether it goes with the "theme" of your blog or not. yeah. I know. CRAZY concept in this day and age. but literally. I myself have reblogged things that have had nothing to do with whatever I am currently fixated by and you know what happened to my follower count? not a damn thing. in fact, I actively try to reblog things specifically BECAUSE it's my friends who made them (even though I'm not always good at KEEPING UP WITH HOW MUCH THEY POST @prismatica-the-strange will NEVER GO UNRECOGNIZED by me).

And you know what fucking sucks? I have to deal with this too. surprise right? you ever wonder why I reblog fics or art I post like 20 times the day that I post them? do you ever wonder why I ask about tag lists and beg for asks all the time? IT'S BECAUSE EVEN I GET LIKE. 5 LIKES ON THE THINGS I POST. AND THE REST OF THE REBLOGS ARE MINE SO I CAN MAKE SURE THAT PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SEE WHAT I MAKE GET TO SEE IT. and I say that knowing that I'm certainly not an unpopular blog, or an unpopular writer. I know that people love the stories that I create. Hell, half of the people that I've talked to about lady terror have told me that they consider her to be canon (AND EVEN SOME!! THOUGHT SHE WAS!!! WITHOUT EVEN HAVING WATCHED THE SHOW! WHICH IS STILL SO SO WILD TO ME!!!) But especially in the last 4 years (which really dates this phenomenon), my posts, no matter how well received they've been amongst people I've talked to about them directly, I still go into the notes and at least half (often more than half) are MY reblogs to make sure people saw what I posted. and it happens every single time, and I can't tell you how much it crushes me considering that it used to be that I would be able to post it only once, and people would reblog it sometimes even HUNDREDS of times.

It's not about popularity. it never has been. it's not about anxiety. or shifting website cultures. even if you lurk, the simple fact is, that if you want people to keep making what you love. you have to reblog. your theme won't suffer because you reblogged a fanfiction that you really admire. your posting won't be ruined because you reblogged some fanart from someone in a different fandom. really. I promise. and if people do unfollow you for that? who needs em. followers come and go but you should NEVER have to cater to them. on this website it has ALWAYS been the other way around. lean into it. make it yours. put stuff you ACTUALLY WANT to be seen and that you love and appreciate on your blog. no matter how old it is, how new it is, no matter how niche or off-theme it is.

so please. if you really want to show your appreciation for someone's work? you reblog. it's really as easy as that. check the tags. add some when you reblog if you like. but please for the love of god reblog. it's as easy as booping and even more rewarding for the people who you reblog from. if you want to let someone know that their work is genius and appreciate it? show it. reblog. then DM them if you're too nervous to say what you want to say but not in a public forum. but for christ's sake. REBLOG.

[disneyprincemuke]

she's the man * vr dts special

what does netflix have to say about the first and only woman to make it on the grid in almost 2 decades?

warnings: danica patrick jumpscares

notes: hi im procrastinating my assignment that's due tomorrow so i'm making this for you guys <3 and this is so...? poorly written is what i'm trying to say bye

[will buxton] there is a new team on the grid: andretti's appeal to be the 11th team on the grid was approved early last year. there was a lot of talk about who they could hire in their driver lineup. nobody expected sebastian vettel, who literally just retired from being an f1 driver, to be stepping into the shoes of a race engineer. and to take a chance on a rookie driver...

what did you want me to say? she looks down at the clapperboard that's been handed over to her, lifting it up and down as she tries to ease her nervousness. [producer] introduce yourself first and we'll take it step by step from here. she nods and presses her lips together with a smile. hi. i'm driving for andretti racing for the 2023 season and i am the first female on the grid in almost 20 years.

[sebastian vettel] i... you know, i realised i have nothing to do if i don't race. so i took up the job with one exception – they allow a rookie into the team.

-> bahrain, 2023

she smiles, tapping her card onto the reader. she just waves at the crew ahead of her, cameras held up and lenses pointed directly at her as she walks alongside logan and oscar.

i'm a little nervous, of course – i didn't think i'd get this far. in all honestly, i thought f2 was the furthest i'd get when it came to racing. but i'm lucky. sebastian is taking a big gamble putting me in an f1 car this year.

[danica patrick] a woman in f1? i don't expect that will go well overall. does she even have the aggressiveness to be driving alongside these men who, for them, things like these come naturally.

-> abu dhabi, 2022

"well, would you look at that? the sole woman on the grid has made it to the podium. and that would," there's a pause from crofty, taking a deep breath as a smile spreads his lips, "award her as a runner-up in the drivers' championship slightly ahead of liam lawson. she's driven amazing all year round and it's just a wonder if she will ever make it further than formula 2 if she can produce these results at this level of racing."

[susie wolff] she's amazing behind the wheel. toto and i have watched a couple of her races over the years. it's an experience to have her around every weekend beside big household names like lewis hamilton and max verstappen. if her team can give her a good enough car to produce massive results, or she outperforms everyone's expectations this year, it could be very telling for the sport. and it sure opens a lot of opportunities for new generations of racers to come.

[sebastian vettel] well, she produces the results you'd want in a race car driver. i'd like to change the course of things around here, so there was no question that i'd vouch for her to get in a car with the best of the best. she's been in an f1 car before – with haas a while ago – so there's really not much worry about how she'll do this year. she just needs a good car to start.

[claire williams] nothing wrong with taking a chance on a rookie. but as a new team in the sport, you'd want to prove to everyone that you fought rightfully so for your spot as a new addition to the pitlane.

-> bahrain, 2023

she stands at the back of the garage. the camera zooms into the girl toying with the neckline of her fireproofs. she presses her lips together as sebastian talks to her. "so you're starting p18 tomorrow."

"oh." she looks down at the ground and purses her lips together. "well i told you: the car still felt a little difficult in the braking zones earlier. that was the best i could do without burying myself into a barrier."

"yeah, of course. that just means you'll have to work a little extra tomorrow during the race," sebastian grins. he places his hand on her shoulder to shake her gently. "you did your best today. don't even worry about it. you'll come back stronger tomorrow."

"of course. i didn't get this far just to fumble the bag at my first race."

[danica patrick] qualifying p18 as a rookie and as the sole woman in the sport... it's not a good look for either herself or the people who decided to take a chance on her.

"and that's the checkered flag. p11," sebastian says into her ears.

she sighs as she slows the car down for a cool-down lap. she lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "i could have pushed a little more to get better results. i'm sorry."

"ah, you finished ahead of a lot of people and you climbed 7 places on the track. it's a good first race."

[will buxton] right now, it seems that not everyone is fond of having a woman on the grid. that's very prominent in the fan side of things. but a lot of people are forgetting that she raced with some of the big names that people know today and was on par with them in the results growing up.

[oscar piastri] well, we go way back. you know, growing up karting together and constantly being in competition with one another, i think really encouraged her to stay in the sport. when we moved up to f3 from formula renault, she kinda got left behind to stay. so when i was poached by prema to race into f2, i suggested that they give her a chance.

well, i was up there fighting with oscar and logan, and occasionally liam, for good results during karting races and eventually in formula renault. the only disadvantage i had compared to them was that i'm a girl. you know, growing up, i would constantly be told that i wouldn't get very far cause this is a boy's sport. that really does discourage you from wanting and thinking that i'd get into official leagues, but i owe it to my best friends for pushing me to dream bigger and retain the passion i had for racing.

[logan sargeant] i mean... she kinda did hand me my ass every single time we were out on the track. if that doesn't tell people that she's a good racer, i'm unsure what will.

[zak brown] it was, truthfully, down to her and oscar for who should come in and drive for mclaren. but we weren't sure if the risks to bring her in would be worth it. so we went with the safer option.

[james vowles] i know a couple different teams – i'm definitely not namedropping – who were eyeing her for her performance last year. prema did a very good job marketing her as their driver as well so there's an extra factor. she's lovely.

-> australia, 2023

"oh, andretti's rookie passes the flag ahead of the alpha tauri and puts her in the points!" there's cheering in the grandstands, and nobody can believe their eyes at the results of the purple race car. "you see it here first – she is the first woman, in decades, to score points to formula 1"

"that's p9! there's your first points in formula 1!"

"oh? oh my fucking god! i did it!"

scoring your first points as a formula 1 driver... it's a very big feat as a rookie. but it means even more when you're in my position.

she runs to where sebastian stands, helmet in her hands. she screams as her team erupts in cheers at the sight of her sprinting towards them and she pumps her fists into the air.

"i did it!" she screams, immediately surrounded by the personnel clad in the bright andretti purple. "i scored my first points!"

she's seen in the middle of their makeshift circle, thrown around by her team as they bask in their first achievement in the sport and of the year. she's seen with tears running down her cheeks briefly before sebastian pulls her in for a very tight hug.

"i told you everything will be fine. you just had to be patient, kid."

[sebastian vettel] scoring points alone is already a step in the right direction. now we just need to focus on being consistent race after race.

-> azerbaijan, 2023

"there's a yellow flag here in lap 40. we're waiting to hear who it was caused by," the camera pans to the car head first into the barriers at a turn, "and it seems to be an andretti."

when you crash front first out of a turn, it's like the rudest jumpscare a person could have. it's nothing to do with the car – it was straight up a driver error.

[sebastian vettel] no driver wants to crash their car during a race and then admit to the whole world that it was their fault. especially when you're in her position, you know? the statement she released and choosing to be honest about it being a driver error – it was her decision to handle it that way. personally... he giggles with a smile. i wouldn't have done that.

[will buxton] she only seems to be getting better and better every single weekend.

-> monaco, 2023

"that's another finish in the points, kid. good race. that's p5 for you."

"thank you. the car felt great this weekend."

-> singapore, 2023

"here we have the andretti rookie in her engineer and mentor's arms, on a very historical evening. she has just scored her first podium this weekend at the singapore grand prix."

she jumps as she's in sebastian's arms, her face buried in his chest. she is seen pulling away slightly from him and he grabs her face, "amazing– you were amazing, kid! congratulations!"

tears, again, roll down her cheeks as she nods at his statement. her chest heaves as she cries. "thank you. oh, my goodness. thank you."

"there's no words. just that you were amazing this weekend."

a hand lands on her back. she turns around and covers her face as she fights the biggest grin. "you beat me in f1, mate!"

the australian accent fills her ears as he congratulates her. oscar takes her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder as they lock themselves in a tight embrace. he rubs circles on her back. "congrats on the podium, mate."

[danica patrick] now they're in a weird spot. oscar, on one hand, has been backed by mark webber for years. his best friend is racing under sebastian vettel. everybody knows those two don't get along – is it possible that it could reflect on their friendship as well?

-> silverstone, 2023

"overtake available." her andretti, slowly inches towards the mclaren of oscar's up ahead. "whenever you see fit."

"what's the gap?" oscar huffs, head snapping over to his side mirror briefly.

"0.2."

at the next turn, she takes a big lunge on the inside of the track to go ahead of oscar.

"there's a bit of fighting at the midfield here between a mclaren and an andretti. oscar piastri, however, does not let her go. he is still fighting to hopefully finish ahead of her in today's race."

"keep the pace. try to shake oscar off, he's still close behind you."

"noted."

racing on the track with oscar? nothing i haven't done before.

[oscar piastri] she's always been great at keeping up and being a challenging competitor on the track.

[logan sargeant] she's very fast on and off the track. i rarely beat her in racing... so...

"oscar piastri takes the checkered flag behind the andretti, failing to fight with the incredible pace the new car has shown this weekend."

in parc ferme, the girl takes her helmet off, turning around sharply to the man in papaya orange as he lifts himself out of the car. "good fight, mate."

"good fight," oscar smiles. they share a quick hug before the younger girl briefly runs away from him to approach logan further down the lane.

[danica patrick] we've seen what the sport does to friends. it does not matter how long you've been friends – it will eventually catch up to you and everybody involved.

-> austin, 2023

"the andretti finished in p5 and logan sargeant has just been promoted to p10 following the disqualification of charles leclerc and lewis hamilton. oscar, however, retires from the race following a crash with esteban ocon."

i don't beat oscar often – so whenever the rarity comes up, i take it with open arms.

"ah, screw you mate," oscar laughs, throwing his arms around the younger girl once again. "good finish."

she flips her hair as she pulls away and bats her eyelashes. "what can i say? i'm made for formula 1."

[sebastian vettel] they're sweet kids. i don't think there is any animosity between them. they lived together while they karted weekend after weekend. they're used to it... i think.

we've fought about things like these growing up. oh, for sure. we're both the oldest siblings – so the competition never ends between us.

[oscar piastri] she is very competitive. she's only fair when it comes to racing on the track though. everything else, she finds a way to come out on top.

-> oxford, 2023 (winter break)

"i won."

logan turns to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. "no, you didn't."

now stood up, the girl looked down at logan with a mirrored bewildered expression on her face. "yes, i did."

"no," logan repeats with his eyebrows raised, "you did not."

she clenches her jaw. "yes, i did."

"dude." logan turns to look at oscar, sitting across the table from them. their gazes all land on the card that she puts in the middle. "that's a yellow card that you coloured over with red marker. you lost – just admit it."

"what do you mean? that's a legit card." she lifts it up and reveals to the camera a card that's been poorly coloured red with some scratches that reveal the authenticity of the yellow that logan had just pointed out.

[logan sargeant] she's such a sore loser.

-> abu dhabi, 2023

"that's the andretti of the rookie driver crossing the finish line in p4, and that puts her in 6th place in the driver's championship. we might just be at the start of history being made, folks."

[sebastian vettel] what can i say? i'm never wrong with who i place my bets on.

[danica patrick] she proved a lot of people wrong this year, including me. she is an exciting up and coming driver.

she shrugs with a smug grin on her face. oh, i'm here to stay, babes.

andretti has secured her with a multi-year contract with the team – she will be racing under them until 2028.

the clapperboard clicks loudly, a man sits there with a cheeky grin as he stares into the camera. i'm liam lawson and i'm now an andretti race car driver. see you on the track in 2024.

– bonus

"aw, mate! they totally twisted that whole scene up!" she scoffs, throwing a small pillow at the tv screen. "dalton was the one that coloured that uno card in. not me!"

oscar turns to her. "yet you still used it despite the fact that we agreed to not use it in games anymore."

"the game would not have been fair if we were missing one card!"

logan scoffs. "we let you win, anyway."

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[kayleighjennifer]

Beast (Patri Guijarro x reader)

⚠️smut⚠️

Today was the day. Your first champions league final of your whole career. Due to playing your whole life in Wolfsburg (and joining the senior team in 2019) you never made it into the finals.

This and the fact that you played your whole life in Germany lead to the decision to transfer at the start of the season to Barcelona to grow as a player. You never thought about how great life was there or that you would have to play against your former team in that champions league final, but here you are, doing pitch inspection next to the women you’re head over heels for and probably won’t feel the same for you, Patri Guijarro.

The next time you see Patri again is in the tunnel, she tells you calming words while massaging your shoulders. “We will win this and then we’ll go out and have the time of our lives okay?” She tells you and you nod, hugging her like it’s your last time being able to hug her. She presses a kiss onto your forehead and Irene gives you the last prep talk.

The first half was nerve wrecking, Wolfsburg was up by two and nobody from barca seemed to be able to put the ball into the net. You were one of Barcelona’s top scorer and still you had three shots who either got blocked or went wide.

You sit next to Patri in the changing room full of frustration while listening to Alexia’s and Jonatan’s words. When you feel Patri’s hand on your thigh you look up to her and see her smiling at you. “You will get that goal, believe me. You’re here for a reason and I can imagine that it must be hard for you playing against your old club but you’re home here, with Barcelona and with me. Go out there and smash it”.

“Thank you”. You hug her and press a kiss on her cheek. You and her were very close from the start, her being always there for you while settling in and you being there for her after she had a rough break up, but still there is sadly nothing more than friendship in your eyes.

The second half goes way better and it finally happens, Patri scored the first goal for Barcelona in this game. You’re fast by her side, hugging and giving her a kiss on her cheek. “I’m so proud of you, vamos!” You smile at her and she winks at you “that one was for you and now come let’s get more goals”.

Not even three minutes after her first goal, Patri scored another one and ten minutes after that Fridolina gets a goal as well.

You were all tired out by the end of the added game time but Patri still wanted to give you a chance to get your name on the screen.

You see Patri going forward with the ball and are on the other side next to Feli Rauch, directly in the box. She shoots you a high ball and you just let your instincts take over you while doing a beautiful header. Not even ten seconds after it, the whistle is finally blown.

You can’t even process everything when you’re pulled into Patri’s arm and Claudia jumping on your back. After the celebration of the pitch you go to your old teammates and tell them how good they played and that they can be proud of themselves.

Right now you’re in the hotel bar with the Barca squad and some Wolfsburg players, celebrating the final. You are talking to Ewa when you feel two arms sneaking around your waist and you can smell Patri’s perfume. “hello there” you say to her and wave Ewa goodbye. “Care to join me on the dance floor?” Patri asks and doesn’t even give you a chance to say now.

Your bodies are tight and you can feel her hands exploring your body. “Patri what are you doing?”. “I know you want me, you’re not very secret about it and I want you too. You’re all I can think about”. You don’t know from where your confidence is coming but you quickly say “then show it to me. Show me how much you think about me”.

She doesn’t even wait a second and already leads you to her hotel room, pressing you against the wall and kissing you like there is no tomorrow. You move your lips from hers to her neck, making sure to suck as many marks in it as possible. “god you make me feel so good cariño”. You blush at her words and she finally opens the door.

When the two of you reach the bed, she picks you up and lays you beneath her on the bed. Her lips never leave yours as she starts to undress the both of you. Then she starts teasing you until you’re begging her to finally fuck you.

She moves her fingers from your breast to your legs, so that she can open them more and positions herself onto your core. You moan when your clit touches her and she sighs satisfied. “That’s all I could think about since months. You drive me crazy amore”

[l0serloki]

Following Orders

Yakuza!Yoru x Reader

Summary : You grew up in the Yakuza and can't escape. But maybe it's not a bad thing..

CW : SMUT, f!reader, sir kink, mean yoru, dumbification & degrading, creampie, praising, dirty nasty desk sex

masterlist

Your job wasn’t exactly a safe one. It wasn’t your choice in the first place to join, your mother had been poor and the Yakuza were the only ones who had offered to take her in. Under one condition - that she would work as their escort. 

You had respected all that she had done for you but now you faced the dilemma that she forced upon you. When she died they had come searching for you, offering you two options. Become their errand girl and work on organizing tasks or take up your mothers job. You were obviously smart enough to know there wasn’t room to negotiate with these people so you gave in. And that is how you were currently working under one of the strongest members of the Yakuza. 

Yoru.

He was a tough boss and you didn’t see him very often. You sat in his office as he took care of people and money. He was very picky about how his things were to be set up but once you got in the swing of things he was actually quite generous. You also didn’t have to worry about other men trying to feel up on you as Yoru’s reputation was quite well known. Or so you thought.

Today was a day that you got to see him. Which meant you also had to calm your heart. It was unfair having such a handsome face and body and being so unlikeable. 

“Y/N where did my report go for the recent mission?” Yoru’s voice piped up, your eyes meeting his as you dusted the shelves.

“It’s on the bottom container sir.” You watched as he rolled his eyes and yanked out the paper.

“When I’m here just leave it on the desk.” His voice was demanding and you could feel agitation rising within you.

“With all due respect sir I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” You mumbled out as you tried to hide your scowl. You could hear his annoyed grunt as he peered up at you.

“Don’t fucking give me attitude.” His words pierced through you and you turned around to continue dusting. Your anger only mounting up more as you felt hot tears prick your eyes. You wanted to walk out, to say you were done, but you knew better. And as much as he was an asshole, you didn’t think anywhere else would pay as well as he did.

“Y/N.” Yoru’s hand slapped the table, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sir.” You mumbled out, not bothering to turn around as you leaned over to continue cleaning.

“Has Haru talked to you?” He sounded almost mad, but you brushed it off as his usual personality.

“No? Was he supposed to?” You raised an eyebrow to him and he frowned.

“No. If he comes up to you, tell him to leave you alone.” He stood up quickly, taking his papers with him. “I am going into a meeting. I will be done in an hour. Be in here when I am done.” He sauntered out of the room, not leaving much option to say no.

What had he wanted you to stay for? And why was he suddenly so worried about some grunt who works the backrooms?

–

You waited for a while before the office door opened and Yoru came stomping in. By the look on his face the meeting did not go as planned and he threw the papers onto his desk. His eyes snapped to you, something dark running within them.

“Sir?” You whispered out as he leaned back and motioned you towards him.

“Don’t make me tell you what to do. Come here.” He pats the seat directly in front of him. You slowly sit down and look up at his form.

“I leave for a week and then all of a sudden I hear rumors about Haru and you fucking. Are you going around and being a whore? Do you know how that looks on me? Having my secretary fuck some nobody?” 

Your eyes widened at the accusations. Your heart felt like it was about to explode as you began to shake your head wildly. 

“That’s not true sir! I would never do that. I have only talked to him once.” Yoru’s hand comes to grip your jaw as he gets closer to you.

“And how would I know you’re telling the truth?” His voice was deep and you felt yourself grow hotter at his rough touch. 

“I am sir! I promise. I’ll do anything to prove it.” You whispered out, trying to come to terms if you were scared, horny, or both.

“And what if I gave you an opportunity to prove it? What if I made you my personal whore instead? Made everyone listen as I fucked you right now?” His hand pulled you to stand up as the other gripped at your hip. You let out a moan as his usual glare turned into a smirk. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive and maybe it wouldn’t be bad to just give in. After all it was your job to help him out. Right?

“Okay.” You whisper out and Yoru immediately gets into gear. His hands ripped at your shirt, throwing it across the floor, pushing you against his desk. He smacked your thighs apart as he slid in between.

“Good girl. You are stubborn but you know when to listen.” He gave you a sarcastic smile as he slid off your bra.

Your body twitched as his eyes roamed over you, suddenly feeling nervous. He didn’t leave much time for that though. His fingers moved to roll one of your nipples as his mouth sucked at the other. Your head fell back against the desk as he continued his ministrations. 

“Fuck. Look at you. I’ve wanted to do this since you joined. My little slut.” His words sent heat against your core as you all but moaned. You needed him.

“Yoru-” You started and he slapped your thigh. 

“It’s sir. And don’t worry princess, I’ll fuck you.” His hands moved down as he yanked away at your pants and underwear, his eyes taking in the sight of your wet cunt.

“You’re so wet. You love me bending you over this desk? Or is it the thought of everyone hearing you take my cock?” He grunts as his hands make haste with his zipper and underwear, pulling out his hard-on.

Your mouth watered at the sight. His tip was an angry red, pearls of precum beading up out of it. You wanted nothing more than to lean down and lick it off.

“Answer me when I talk to you. Do you like me fucking you over the desk?” Yoru smacked at your ass as he turned you around. You let out a strangled sounding ‘yes’ as his cock rubbed against your folds. 

“Beg for it then. If you like it so much.” He teased his tip against your wet hole and you felt your eyes water. 

“Please sir. I’ll be good! Just fuck me!” 

Yoru must’ve liked your answer because all at once he shoved himself into you, not giving you time to adjust. A scream ripped from your throat as you body tried to adjust to the intrusion. His hands caged you against the desk as he gave you a few tester thrusts.

“Fuck. You’ve got to stop squeezing me like that or I’ll cum in you.” 

The thought alone of his seed inside you made you clench harder. You could practically hear his smirk as he felt you.

“Dirty bitch. You’d like my cum dripping out of your slutty hole. I don’t know why I should be surprised.” He whispered into your ear as he began his harsh pace. It didn’t take long for you to feel the knot in your stomach building up. 

“Sir..” You moan out and your mouth is met with a sudden intrusion as he shoves his fingers into your mouth.

“I know, baby. I’m almost there too. Gonna fill you up and let everyone know who you belong to.” His hand ran down to your clit, his thumb nudging against it as your body shook.

“Sir!” Your voice screamed as you finally reached your high. You clenched against him hard, his hand slamming down next to your head as his thrusts faltered. His cum seeped into you, filling you full. His body deflated against yours as he rested for a moment. He slowly moved back and pulled out, watching as his seed dripped down your thighs.

“Fuck. I’m going to have to do this to you everytime I come back. Hear me?” Yoru swiped at the mess and plugged it back into your hole. Your head fell to the side with a moan from the overstimulation. 

“Yes sir.” You whisper out and he only hummed.

“Good girl.”

[relocatedheads]

I cant get him out my head!

( I saw @sarafinatheasassin send this ask to @xxxgalaxyfriendxxx and felt a strong itch to write this :) i hope i’ve done the idea justice )

Summary: “sonic develops a crush on shaodw in sonic 3 and maddie is the one who had to sit him down and give him ‘the talk’ becuase tom is too busy freaking out becuase he wasn’t expecting this at all and poor sonic is just super confused about what’s going on”. Pairings:  Sonadow Trigger Warnings: None :) Content Warnings: Short tempered moments 

The wachowski’s morning route was set in stone at this point: Maddie does yoga accompanied by Knuckles, Tails is tinkering with some new invention at the dining table, Sonic is helping Tom cook up breakfast - everyones favourite, Pancakes! The radio is pattering nonsense in the back, only really to be heard when Tom hums a song, the true sounds of the room are bowls and spoons tapping, renches cracking and Maddies laughs as Knuckles struggles to remain a fairly simple pose. Sonic and Tom laugh too through the window, obviously causing the Echidna to growl at his counter parts.

“You wanna go tell them it’s pancake time?” Tom bumps Sonic, whilst putting the pan on the stove.

“If he pounces at me, its your fault!” The boy left the room to get his brother and mum. He’s joined moments later with both. The boys understand its time to sit at the table and it’s now Maddies turn to be kitchen helper. A brief welcome-back kiss and a choir of ‘ewww’s are the sounds of the room. Maddie turns the radio up slightly as she dots about getting the toppings.

“It’s 8am and it’s time for the morning news. We have a few stories for you this morning, folks. There was a serious accident the west side of state last night and roads heading in and out are still either closed or at a stand still, household bills are hitting an all time high and the govner is due in court this afternoon to being talks to help this crisis and GUN have sent out a public statement sharing they’re reopening the research project, Project Shadow, after 50 years of inactivity.” The reporter signs off and the sounds of the room reenter pop space.

Maddie and Tom share a look, “Project Shadow? Are they mental?” Tom gasps.

“I don’t see why now. Wasn’t it too dangerous?”

“Well it has been 50 years-“

“Whats Project Shadow?” Tails interups.

“Some research project to create a remedy for illness. There was a scientist who spent years on it, he tried to create this ultimate life form but everyone presumed it was a waste because it got shut down after a while and nothing was to show for it.’ Maddie informed the boys, serving their plates simultaneously.

“Ultimate life form.” Sonic laughs, “That's so pretentious!” 

“My father used to tell me about it. He had some odd interest in it. Perhaps because it was so far advanced for that time, i won’t know. But its actually quite sad. The scientist had a sick grandaughter, can’t remember what was wrong with her but it wasn’t easy on them.” Tom finished, filling the seats at the table.

“Did she die and that caused him to retire his project?” Sonic asked.

“I remember losing my father, it made me want to protect the master emerald even more. Why would he dishonour his purpose?” Knuckles retorted.

“Humans suffer when losing people, Big Guy. Some of us will get stronger but others lose themselves a little.” Maddie told him directly, returning her attention to the rest, she continued “Nobody knows if her dying caused the case to go under, nobody knows when she died. It kinda just…. stopped.”

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“Nice to see you showed up, Hedgehog!” Robotnik yelled from his robot.

“I always show up, Robotnik!”

“See you’ve brung your friends with you, too! How sweet!” The 3 exchanged looks “I’m getting that emerald back even if it means i have to kill you”

“Over my dead body!” Knuckles retorted, the doctor laughed.

“Knuckles! You can’t send offers like that!” Tails facepalms.

“Is that how its gonna be?” robotnik laughs, sending the first hit.

The team battle for a short while, Tails using his dining table inventions to aid him, Sonic spin dashing and Knuckles crushing. The team hold themselves well against the doctors tech. “I’m going too easy on them!” He yells to Stone,

“Does this mean-“ Stone begins

“-Show them who we’ve got? Release him.” Robotnik finishes.

On ground, the ragtag team find themselves stood in a back to back huddle awaiting the next move. The move is unprepearable, a blacked out frame similar to Sonic’s is thrown in front of them. The distance between the 2 groups is filled with a low growl from Knuckles, a gasp from Tails and a squint from Sonic. He knew how shadows worked… his shouldnt be that high up-

Sonic could see the eyes, hands, mussle, feet of the new foe but couldn’t register how something that looked exactly his shape existed. His eyes took it all in, similar build, similar stance but all too unfamilar. The black fur, the white tuft, the panting stance, the red framed boots, the rings. He knew this creature was, too, a hedgehog but it felt so too different to be one. The figure dissapeared, the trio found themselves spining around looking for it.

Knuckles was first. He got swept off his feet almost within an instant, the black blur had thrown the lad to the floor, disapearing once more. “What- Who was that!” Knuckles grumbled to his crew. Sonic stood in sheer shock, Tails ran straight to help his fallen mate.

Sonic felt his brows knot instantly, he looked around for the culprit. “Ahh!” Tails squilled as the blur reappeared, taking the fox in his hands. Sonic knew he should be angry, he should be defending his brothers, but for as much as his brain was screaming at him, he couldn’t move. All he could do was watch, mouth a gape, browed scrunched, breath held. All he could look at was the stranger.

The foe turned his direction to the blue hedgehog. Sonic felt an unfamilair ping, he wasn’t scared but he wasn’t his overly confident sassy self. In the corner of his eye he could see Knuckles regaining himself paying his attention to the fox, but the majority of his vission was given to his darker counterpart. At a speed hes only used to experiencing, never witnessing, he’s clutched by 2 white hands, running him away from his friends. His eyes clocks to his face, taking in the piecing red eyes, similarly point nose and red liner around his eyes.

“I thought you were mean to be the strongest creature in the galaxy?” He spoke in a low gravelled angry voice. Sonic didn’t answered, “Where’s the emerald!” The being threw Sonic to the floor, “Answer me!” “Do you know who i am?”

“I-um..”

“Sonic! What are you doing!” Tails yelled from the sidelines. Sonic didn’t know how to answer, he didnt know what to do, he didnt know how to move. This creature was straddled above him, throwing his fists at him and he was taking it. He’s never done this in his life.

“Why won’t you answer me!” The being grabbed the sides of Sonic’s face, “I’m the ultimate life form! Ignore me and you’ll regret it, hedgehog-”

‘ultimate life form’. the words tattooed themselves to Sonics brain, conversations from the other day flew into his head. His brain hyper focused on them 3 words to the point he could see nothing but the boy atop of him. Was this ‘project shadow’? Was this the remedy? Why would a he be after an emerald? Why? How does he know about them-

He was balled off the hero in a grey haze. Turns out Tails had a net shooter on him too!

As the figure was flung to the floor, Sonic was bolted up right. “This isn’t over yet, Faker.” The stranger disapeared yet again.

Knuckles was by Sonic, lending him an arm to lean on, Tails walked over to the two, “Hey, Sonic, are you alright?”

Sonic was staring at the bundle of netting on the dirt, cold confusion, “I-I um..” Knuckles and Tailed shared a glance.

———————————————

The crew were playing baseball, Knuckles on back stop, Tails swinging, Maddie and Tom in the field and Sonic batting.

“You got this, Sonic!” Maddie cheered

Sonic set himself us, staring at the ball, settling himself into the sand. He sighed  into his concentration, but the moment the built up air left his lungs, his brain left the situation. Red cold eyes were his focus, the close us face of a stranger, pretty red eyes framed with red liner, a small point nose and a seemingly constant frown.

“Strike 1!” Tom yelled.

“Huh-?” Sonic zoned himself back in, shaking his head. Everyone staring his way.

“You okay bud?” Tom tilted his head,

“Yeah! Just testing you guys!” He lied, faking his laugh and confidence 

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“Tails, Darling, twist the spaghetti around you fork, like this,” Maddie giggled at the poor fox.

“Oh! Thank you!” 

“How dare you dishonour me, spaghetti! Am I not worthy!” 

It was the wachowski’s spag bowl night. They often had dinner together, chatting about their days and telling old stories. It’d been a few days since Sonic met Shadow, and it was consuming his life. Today he found himself shifting off mentally to think about the hedgehog. Right now, he could feel his family talking but he couldn’t comment on what the topic was. He was sitting with his head propped up on one hand and his other twirling the pasta around his fork. His mind was racing about this hedgehog, and his pretty sharp feature, low rippled voice, his roughness and his-

“Bud?” He was pulled back with a nudge to his foot. He looked up, Tom had whispered to him, “You okay?”

Sonic propped a smile on his face and gave a nod, enthusiastically eating a forkful. He quickly fell back into his daydream. Wondering what it’d be like to have that hedgehog here with him. 

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Today, Sonic woke up to having the hedgehog on his mind. He’d dream about him. A simple, fluffy nonsense dream. The two in a tuff, Shadow (he was assuming this was his name due to the project title) pinning his arms above his head, heavy breathing. The two somehow ending their wrestle in a kiss. 

He woke up somber that day, not particularly wanted to leave his bed. Tom breakfast making buddy unheard of that morning was a first. 

“Where's Sonic, boys?”

“Asleep, Lord of Doughnuts.” Knuckled reported, sitting on the counter.

“What-? He’s usually well awake by now?” Maddie huffed, leaning into Tom who was cooking eggs. 

“He hasn’t been himself lately.”

“Maybe he’s getting ill. Do you guys get sick?” She looked over to the red echidna, who was a mouthful of grapes. He nodded,

“Rarely. But it happens!” He mumbled through the grapes.

The humans share a glance, Maddie ruffled Knuckles spins and kissed Toms cheek, heading for the stairs to their attic. She knocked on the entrance, no answer. “Sonic? Can I come in?”

“Mmm”

“I’m coming in.” She opened the hatch, seeing her boy still tucked up in bed. “You feeling okay, Mister?”

“Yeah.”

She sat on his bed, he reluctantly moved his feet, sighing. She put the back of her hand to his forehead, he had no temperature. “You sure? You’re never in bed this late?”

“Yes. I've already told you.”

She raised her brows at him, “hm”, She looked around the room, “Well im here if you need me. Also you need to clean up a little in here. You three are too messy.” He hummed a reply, it made her smile sadly, “Get up, Sonic. Your breakfast is gonna go bad.” She stood up to leave the room, “And a bad diet will make running very heard for you!”

He huffed, turning in his bed again.

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The 3 boys were chilling in their room, Sonic laying upside down on his bed, Knuckles and a pot of grapes slumped in the bean bag, Tails laying belly down on the floor tails swirling absentmindedly. 

“Sonic, can we talk about the other week?” Tails offered

“What’s up buddy?” Sonic smiled, like his usual self

“You dishonored us in the face of an enemy!” Knuckles pipped up, raising his grape holding fists. Sonic looked away at this, he was still annoyed at himself.

“i wouldn’t put it like that, Knuckles. But are you okay Sonic?”

“Yeah, i guess, i never expected there to be another- another me! yaknow?” The blue hog was now fiddling with his fingers.

“Did it shock you? You never freeze up?”

“He- I don’t know.” Sonic rolled himself onto his belly, “I can’t get him out of my head-” The other boys narrowed their eyes to him, “Like, he called himself the ultimate life from. Like what mum and dad were speaking about! But i dont know why i cant stop thinking about him!”

“How does thinking of him make you feel?”

“Um- Weird. Like, i can’t do anything. He won’t leave my head. I get tingly hands sometimes.”

“Mum said once she used to get tingly hands when dad used to declare his love to her-” Knuckled added

“Knuckles, I don’t think Sonic feels that way”

—————————

“should we take the boys to get icecream?” Tom suggested rolling onto Maddie, who was relaxing on the sofa.

She laughed, “Is this you being a kind dad, or you using your own ice cream wanting through them?”

“Maaaaybe, but you know you want some too.. i know oozie does.”

They shared a quick kiss, “You go round them up, i go start the car?”

Tom bolted up, walked down the hall to the loft hatch, he got a few steps up the ladder about to knock-

“But i dont know why i cant stop thinking about him!”

“How does thinking of him make you feel?”

“Um- Weird. Like, i can’t do anything. He won’t leave my head. I get tingly hands sometimes.”

“Mum said once she used to get tingly hands when dad used-”

Tom speed down the ladder as quietly as he could, running to the garage where Maddie was, he grabbed her hands as she was about to enter the kitchen and sat her back in the car, shh’ing her the whole way.

“Are you-”

“I THINK SONIC HAS A CRUSH.”

“What!”

“I went to knock for the boys and i heard them talking. Sonic said something about not being able to not think about someone! he said he gives him tingly fingers! Knuckles said something about how you’d tingly fingers with me but i left before he finished!”

“Oh my god!”

“What do we do! I knew this would happen but no so soon!”

“This explains why's he not been himself lately!”

“Wait- Who do you think it could be?”

“Who has he meet lately-?” Just as these words left Maddies mouth, the two shared a knowing look. The boys had shared their encounter with them, they were both aware of Sonic stumbling but had palmed it off to nervousness.

“Oh no. This is even worse! He can’t- He’s gonna just be pining. There’s no way” Tom felt himself deflate at the idea of his sons first love being so unavailable. “Theres no chance they’ll ever see each other again or even, anything! He couldnt’ve fallen for Knuckles”

“How is that any easier-”

“At least he sees Knuckles and it could be spoken through- but now he’s going to go through all the pining and teenage emotions. Maddie i can’t do this- he’s still a kid!”

“Okay, Okay. Tom, i’ll speak to him. He’ll get through it! We don’t even know for sure yet”

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“Mum?” Maddie heard a small voice, behind her.

She turned to see Sonic, in a dishevelled state, quills unbrushed. “You okay, darling?” She was making hers and Toms bed, she had set the pillow down feeling the room go heavy, he pattered on his feet for a moment, scratching his arms. 

“Can I-umm” She could his eyes going glassy, “Eh-” He took a breath, “Can I tell you something?” She nodded, sitting on the bed, welcoming him. Once sat, he continued, “Erm-” He sighed, looking at his hands.

“Hug?” She asked, arms out. The hedgehog fell into her arms, melting instantly. She felt his tight shoulders. “Take your time, bud. It’s only me and you.” Sonic seemed to fall apart at that. She felt his small sob, and his hand hold her tighter. They stayed like that for a moment or two, letting Sonic direct the next move.

He pulled away, sipping his nose, sniffing. “Ew, im sorry- I- I don't know what come over me.”

“it’s okay, darling. We all cry sometimes.” She smiled

“Mum?” She nodded “I um- You know what black hedgehog we met a few weeks ago?” Maddie nodded again, “And you know how we all are almost aware he’s Shadow, like The-Project-Shadow Shadow?” Another nod was given. “Well- err-”

“Take your time,”

Sonic huffed,” I think I like him. But I dont know why. Or how I could. I’ve only met him once. But he won’t get out my head. Mum! Everything I do, I think about him- like he’s even in my dream now. I get jelly hands sometimes thinking about him and Knuckled told me you got that with dad. But you and dad had met loads of time- And I can’t like someone who's trans hurt me- How can I-” The hedgehog work vomited

“Breath, kiddo.” She put her hand on his now pink cheek. “Liking people can hit was anytime, any place, any intensity.” Sonic nodded, “You're okay to feel this was- it’s cute. Thank you for being so honest” He smiled at being called cute. “What do you like about him?”

“I keep thinking about his voice!” Sonic throw himself face down in the bed, “It’s so cringe- but it keeps replaying in my head. And his face- his eyes, Mum.” Maddie chuckled to herself, remembering being in this situation but with Tom. “I still feel his hands on mine and it-”

“It makes them feel all fuzzy and not real?”

“Yes!” Maddie laughed, “What do I do?”

“Live in it, Sonic. You can’t do anything right now, but you’ll get a moment. Like how you and Knuckles had your moment to settle your peace, you’ll get your moment with this Shadow.”

“But what if I mess it up! Mum, he wants to kill me! He’s after the think we’re protecting! Knuckles will kill me before he does!”

“I can’t answer that. Only you know that one. But you know better than anyone, everyone has a cover they show everyone else. Maybe he’s not a rude killing machine and it’ll just a play-”

“Hmm But I can’t function around him!”

She laughed, “You’ll figure it out, bud. Thank you for telling me. Remember to breath through it all, refocus yourself.”

Sonic jumped at her for a hug, “Thank you mum! I knew you’d understand better than Knuckles and Tails”

“What’d they say?”

“Tails told me to not star at him if we battle again, he said its very creepy. Knuckles told me, if I ‘dishonour the master emerald, I will dishonour the family name’” He put on a fake Knuckled accent. Maddie laughed.

“If you do meet again, chat to him. He may need that” 

“I’ll try” 

“Now, you can help me make this bed”

“No!”

[saffronjades]

Silent Studio

The man behind the camera.

An often underappreciated role in the porn industry, but I play the part perfectly.

There's a lot that goes into framing the models in just the right way. Is it an art? Is it a science? I like to think it's a little of both. It isn't just about what would be most appealing to the viewer or your own eyes - You are taking part in a dance with the model. As they move around, you pan, flip, and zoom to compliment their actions. A good scene makes you forget the cameraman even exists in the room.

This particular session was our first with Grace. A pseudonym - One she picked out so that she can advertise herself as "Gassy Grace." I had recorded for all sorts of fetishes, but this was my first time on the set of a fart porno. Seeing some of her past work, I could see that she farted like a machine - Long, bassy blasts, usually with her male colleague Dave receiving them directly onto his face. For our session, the storyline was that Dave had embarrassed Grace in front of her friends, and she was to punish him with facesitting farts.

At least, that's what was supposed to happen.

The cameras had been stopped for 45 minutes. It was the third time we had to cut the session entirely - 2 and a half hours we had been trying, but Grace couldn't get any gas out.

The session began with a very small poot. *rrt* - Not into Dave's face, but as a playful warning to him before she mounted his face. I noticed how small the release had been, and gave a look to the sound engineer, Lili. She gave a thumbs up, telling me it was picked up by the mic.

*Perfect, no need to cut and try again.*

As Grace mounted Dave's face, she spoke. Due to the unpredictability of gas, a lot of what happens is only partly scripted - The scene itself is written, but the dialogue is just guided.

"I got a big one coming, open up."

*fff*

A short, airy breeze came out. Grace looked disappointed, "Fuck! Where's my gas?" She stood up as she spoke.

"Cut," the director yelled, "Grace, you okay?"

"Yeah, just not feeling gassy right now," she massaged her belly slightly, "it'll come back, though."

The director thought for a moment. "Shall we take 5?"

We had a 5-minute break whilst Grace did some stretches to try and get things moving around.

When we started filming again, still nothing. A lot of great improvised dirty talk, but all the footage unusable from a lack of farts.

We took another 5-minute break. This time, the break turned into 10 minutes. Then half-an-hour. Then 45 minutes.

Everybody was being patient, but it began to feel like we may have to reschedule the session for another day. Grace just couldn't seem to get any gas to come out.

Dave went off to use the bathroom, and we were all chatting whilst we waited for him to return. Grace was laughing with us about the spicy beans she had eaten for lunch, a dish she says always does the trick.

Suddenly, her smile disappears, as her eyes widen with excitement. She grabbed her stomach and bent forward slightly.

"Guys, guys, I've got a big one."

"Holy shit, places everyone," the director yelled, "Dave! Dave? Where's Dave?"

Everybody looked at each other for an explanation, but nobody had an answer.

"Probably in the bathroom still," I spoke up.

"I can't keep this in," Grace looked a little panicked now, "it'll either come out or fade away."

The director looked panicked now, too. We didn't have enough footage, and needed more. "There must be something we can do," he spoke as he paced around. He laughed slightly as he continued, "I mean, any volunteers for a last minute replacement?"

"Wait," Grace spoke, now squatting on the floor trying to hold her fart in, "you're joking, but it could work. Anybody?"

Nobody volunteered.

"It was worth a try," Grace looked at the ground, "I think I'm gonna just let this out now if we want a shot of me farting alone."

"I'll do it," I spoke up.

Like it was an urgent mission, I marched into the centre of the set, and laid down. The camera was already aligned and framed for this part of the room.

"Are you sure?" Grace asked kindly.

I nodded.

I watched as my vision became nothing but her ass. Her cheeks touching my face, with my nose between. I could see her butthole, closed tightly, keeping the air from escaping.

"Action!" The director yelled.

"You've always wanted this, haven't you?" Grace got a final few words out before letting go of her core muscles, "You've secretly always wanted this."

I know it was part of the scene. But she wasn't wrong. I have always wanted this.

*BRrrrrRRRRRarPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

A huge 5-second long fart blasted into my face. The smell was overwhelming, as my eyes watered a little.

*BBrrrrrrrrrrrp*

Grace moaned as she let more out.

"Yeah, take it all. Sniff it all up, I don't want any of the smell to reach me."

She really knew how to improvise.

*PRrrrrrrttttt*

This was supposed to be my character's hell, but I didn't play the part - This was my heaven.

"Take my disgusting farts, this is what you deserve!"

*bllpbllpbllpbllpbllpbllp*

A bubbly one shook across my face. I could feel the bubbles of air ripple between my skin and hers.

*fffffffff*

A long, silent fart slithered out of her. I watched her butthole as it opened wider, allowing the gas to hiss from her ass. The smell was the most rancid of them all.

I felt her legs tense around my sides, as her hands dug into my legs. A loud grunt as her core tightened.

*prrrrpprpprprppppptpprptptppprppppprpptptpttttttt*

10 seconds? 15 seconds? 20? I don't remember. I just remember the feeling - The warmth spreading across my face and neck. The aroma entering my nostrils and going deep inside of me - I could feel the back of my throat tingling from the stench. She moaned as the fart escaped her, probably feeling a wave of relief.

"I think that's all I got for now," she spoke as she stood up and checked on me, "you okay back there?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

I lied. I was more than okay.

"Good, because we'll need you for the next scene. We can't swap actors halfway through," Grace laughed.

"We need to re-record the intro with you, too," the director chimed in, "no farts are needed there, so we can do it now whilst we wait for more."

"Sure," I spoke, trying to bring myself back to reality.

*This is where I needed to be.*

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Hi! Can I request a matchup? I can make mistakes while writing and sorry for that, English is not my first language 🥲

Im 18 years old, my zodiac sign is Scorpio, rising is Aries and moon sign is Leo.

I'm an INTP.

As my characteristic; I'm funny, I don't like to stay cold unless the situation needs it.

I am a problem solver, my friends always asks for my opinions if they can't decide.

I really like to learn literally anything and everything but I love history and art especially.

My hobbies are drawing, visiting museums and art galleries, shopping and reading.

Still I'm a bit lazy and a procrastinator. I always deliver my tasks at the last minute.

I'm so creative, I can say that it's a bit too much. My brain doesn't stop for a second even 🤣

I'm calm under the pressure, I always think logically but I don't forget about my feelings. I think I have a good balance about it.

As my bad traits, I'm a bit weird. I don't think it's bad actually but still it's not good either. I like to search the weirdest infos,songs, books etc.

I can lose my temper a little too quickly but I am not vocal about it, I dont like to make noises while I'm angry, sad or overly happy.

But when I have someone I cherish -which is pretty rare- I can make them feel like they are the most important person of the world. I can't say it to their faces but I am comfortable while texting or when I don't look at their eyes directly. Nobody gets bored around me because I have interest for nearly everything and I'm okay with any suggestion they will come with.

I don't like to talk about my problems but I am a good listener. I don't listen only but can help them to find the solution as well.

I guess that will be last, I'm not a jealous person and I like to give my all courage to them when I feel like they need it.

Thanks for accepting ❤️ if you don't, it's not a problem. Have a nice day

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.7K

A/n: Tysm honey, and here you go :>

I match you with...

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa!

So the main reason I matched you with him was because you have the same interests and likes (It's not like other characters don't enjoy it, but it's not as mush as Akutagawa does). Akutagawa is really into art (any type of it, but mostly drawing since he's a pro at it), so he would definitely enjoy going to art galleries, like you do. Sure, he's more comfortable with spending time with his s/o at home, but I can definitely see him going to museums, art galleries and book stores. BTW you have my respect if you get him to go shopping with you lol. He will be really helpful tho, you know what I mean if you've watched BSD Wan; and if you haven't? Well, I assure you, you won't be having any trouble carrying all the bags. Rashoumoun will take care of it.

Akutagawa needs encouragement, A LOT. The man has literally Zero confidence and self steam due to abandonment issues (All Dazai's fault tbh) so it would mean a lot and also really helpful if you encourage him over doing stuff. I mean he cares about your opinion a lot cause you and Gin are the most important people to him; so it would definitely make him feel better.

Becoming his s/o takes a lot of effort. Akutagawa has his guard on, and even won't open up to his sister about some stuff; so he needs someone who he can interact with without having to worry about them telling others or thinking lowly of them. It would take you a lot of time to reach that level where he trusts you enough to show his feelings toward you. I mean it will take him a long time to even realize them and accept them... Overall, patience is the key.

I think he would ask your opinion about almost anything since you don't seem to mind it and as I said before, you and your opinion are important to him. He just wants everything- especially himself- to be perfect in your eyes; so your opinion matters to him more than you think.

Please assure him that he's perfect the way he is and doesn't need to change anything :")

If he ever talked to you about Dazai... Just know that the man trusts you with his life. literally. Ooh and never bring Dazai up unless he really wants to talk about it. It reminds him all his insecurities.

Akutagawa is not one to talk much tbh. Even if he's that comfortable around you. His love language is Acts of service and he tries to show your value to him by doing meaningful things.

It would be nice to hear you adore him though, the man would furiously blush while having butterflies in his stomach when hearing you saying how much he means to you or how much deeply you're in love with him. Doesn't matter if you do it over text or without making eye contact, But if you do it while looking into his eyes, The man would melt.

Do I need to say that this man literally memorizes everything you say. Even the most random things or the things that you've only said once is always on his mind.

You seem like you can get along with a lot of people, and it would mean a lot to him if Gin is considered as those people as well <3 Gin is his most important. You two dating will never happen if you have any problem with Gin or the other way around. Don't worry tho, she's a sweetheart, and so are you :)

You can make your partner feel like he's the most important in the world? Please do it to him. The man needs it so much ngl.

He wouldn't think you're weird, or he will find it adorable if he does. I mean he's weird in a way himself lol.

Him closing his eyes when feeling your fingers gently caressing his cheeks while he's the little spoon which is really, really rare cause he thinks you'd think of him as weak when you have to take care of him; but he didn't argue with you about it that day cuz ROUGH DAY AT WORK-

tysm for participating, and hope you like it <3

[galacticnova3]

Sowwy 4 the threat I pushed my enter key on accident </3

strangling you tell me about the crown chap four has me intrigued 👁️👁️

HELP THEYRE STRANGLING ME AND (the crowd boos my shameless recycling of a joke I literally just made 2 seconds ago)

Anyways uhhh I don’t wanna spoil anything that might be relevant later, so I’ll just elaborate on some stuff I already touched on in the fic.

The Master Crown is(or rather, was at one point) among the same class of magic beings/objects as Galaxia and the Triple Star. Golden items enchanted and then directly imbued with a soul, thus granting said soul immortality and the object itself immense power. Normally, these beings would all channel soul magic and allow their chosen/worthy wielder to use it through them, and in fact that is what Meta Knight is doing when he uses the abilities he gets after defeating enough enemies; do with this knowledge what you will. This renders them incredibly powerful, and as such they tend to be very, very picky about who gets to use them. Some will even just straight up kill those they deem unworthy, as it doesn’t hurt them to supplement their own power. Galaxia and the Triple Star thankfully aren’t like that. As was already said, in the Crown’s case, being turned into one of these beings was done as punishment rather than to honor them. Unfortunately beyond the cool symbolism of it all, the whole thing really was not thought out well; part of what makes these artifacts so powerful is the fact that their power can grow practically infinitely without a mortal body to act as a sort of cap.

Due to the circumstances of its creation and the form it was given, the Crown really doesn’t care who exactly wears it at any given time, as it plans to eventually overpower and use whoever it can in its hunger for power anyways. Maybe it’ll keep a particularly strong host for a while and pull some strings to make things better for itself in the future— sow conflict and confusion here, kill someone who seems suspicious of it there, make sure it stays relevant as an artifact once it devours this latest soul— but ultimately, nobody it possesses is seen as any permanent part of the picture. At most it will see someone like how it saw Magolor, a body for itself that it may use to manifest physically instead of being trapped inside the crown. Someone powerful but not fit to be warped into its physical manifestation could end up as more of a pawn, allowed to use its strength and do what they want while simultaneously doing its bidding as well, only to be assimilated by force once whatever it sought to accomplish through them is complete. Were it to be discovered by someone weak or not magically inclined, it’d just drain them and wait for a better host; no point in giving power to someone who’d probably die from the strain of trying to use it anyways. It doesn’t value life whatsoever outside how it may be used for its own gain.

In that regard, it acts much more like a cursed sword than the actual technically cursed sword, in that it steals the power of others for itself rather than (conditionally)empowering someone else. Similarly, it’s not like the others who only channel soul magic without disrupting the cycle of death and rebirth— it just straight up consumes actual souls. (Morpho Knight despises it but couldn’t interfere due to their position as the Reaper; as you can imagine this did not instill positive emotions in the butterfly) In a sense this means it is no longer just one being, but more of an amalgamation headed by the original soul. That is why I write it as having a sort of cacophonous voice that sounds like multiple people talking at once with one standing out over the rest, that’s pretty much what’s happening. The original soul that became filled with greed and darkness ensnared others, took their strength, used that added power to more easily overpower even more souls, in a cycle that would have been near perpetual were it not for Landia(resistant to its influence due to how their soul and mind(s) work) and Kirby. And Magolor too, of course, though by the time he could really fight back(he’d tried before becoming Magolor Soul, but it was too late) the Master was already struggling to keep it together.

Now, is it still around in some form, or gone for good? Who knows! (I do and I’m not telling you)

[nyaskitten]

(First off happy b-day to your brother my mom and grandpa's birthdays are coming up soon too lol hope your bro had a fun one!!!!)

(Second off I'm not making it anymore but I like getting asks so hoping this might help in case you like getting asks sorry if not though shouldn't be basing it off what I enjoy but I'm also saying cause you asked IG I'm not good with people or explaining)

So I had an old fan season where the ninja go back to where the lost city of that great devourer place, forgot the name, and end up going on an adventure to find the great devourer's scales because there was this villain who wanted to use them to create armour, the season was centered around Zane and Kai specifically for reasons

anyways so apparently there had been people who had been acting weird and getting sick and aggressive and it turns out the venom from the great devourer had apparently turned some snakes into it's type as well or something (it's been a while going off what I remember RN )

anyways so apparently people were getting bitten by these snakes and the villains motivation was to be the leader and also find a way to catch and use the snakes for their own gain (apparently they'd been bitten at a young age) Jay got bitten but nobody noticed because apparently he had grown an immune system to it or something due to once bitten twice shy and they find out later Kai also gets bitten later but it actually does something though slowly because something something the fire in him is burning it out (this was a while back aight also there was apparently gonna be opposite shipping stuff -) t

Zane was learning to deal with the loss of his father once again and also learning not to sacrifice himself and die all the time and Kai was learning I think to work with people better and apparently he didn't tell anyone he got bitten so there's that

The snakes and their bites act a little different from the great devourer due to not being directly made by what made by the great devourer and stuff so their bites only cause people to become aggressive to everyone and filled with rage and also get sick because literal snake bite.

Talking about it maybe I'll update the story and work on it more but probably not likely. Also yeah the people they met were like the hunters in the oni realm and also they were humans and serpentine alike

Sorry there is a lot my brain just opened up as soon as I tried to recall the season's premise

OOOOO that's a cool idea. When would this take place? Also the villain sounds interesting, the snakes remind me of how the Vermillion are direct offspring of the Devourer

[melodromacy]

mag: yknow i still find it fucked up that i got ran out of a server recently because not pinging someone when they ask you not to ping them is somehow a hard concept for people to grasp

like its literally not hard to just turn the "@ ON" to read "@ OFF". Especially when they ask you, firmly, twice, to not do it, and yet you continue to do it anyway, while everybody else joins in deliberately to continue doing it, up to and including pinging you using the actual @ function.

not to mention i got called a dick-rider and told to get off my high horse because I said that Tumblr Live was something that literally nobody used (and that 99.9% of tumblr itself condemns) unless they had actual brain damage, among saying that tumblr itself has actually been ran better than it has in years (while also admitting that tumblr isn't perfect and has moderation issues).

and the fact that apparently, both me and eddie are considered "hostile" and "passive-aggressive" for the sole fact that we don't take shit lying down and call out people's bad behaviors, except the mods don't like that much, so they label us as bad instead of solving the problem.

(i.e. a member getting mad because the Punisher logo got changed due to "leftist liberals", a member posting a 'meme' involving the implication of a cat getting injured, a member talking about LGBT "propaganda", someone calling Melmord's body disgusting because of his scars (and because someone else compared him to Arin / Egoraptor because of his hair), etc.)

I also generally hate the idea of how it always continued to seem that when we were being treated badly, I could never see a moderator in the chat at all, but once we pushed back against it / defended ourselves, it always seems like a moderator instantly jumped in to tell us to change the subject. Mostly coincidental, but annoying.

We once reported actual muscle fetish art being used as a reaction image in the main chat but it was 'a popular meme format', and thus was never taken down, despite being SniperStalker art (i.e. extreme muscle fetish art, from a NSFW artist)

We always would report people saying really uncomfortable shit, especially talking about penis-related things (relatively graphically), sexually harassing eddie and me, making uncomfortable passes towards transgender women and drag queens about the way they tuck, and being directly targeted by people telling us we're too "easily offended" and "sensitive" and posting memes deliberately (while pinging us) directed towards us when we talk, as well as pinging us when we have said before to stop and that we didn't want to interact with them. We would report things like this but several times it was always "we'll look into it" or "we'll keep an eye on it" and then never doing anything at all.

[normalcartoonic]

I don’t know about myself, feel like I’m an outcast

I just feel lost. I made some bad moves and I feel like I can't make things better.

Ever since the late 2010s after getting back into drawing, some of the people I met that were friendly to me have now become different people and when I decided to chat with them, they became very upset with me,   either because I never talked to them that much or because they hung out with other people that told them behind my back that I was a bad person. Why did some of them say I'm a bad person? Well, because since getting back into drawing, I decided to draw NSFW. At first nobody batted an eye on what I was doing. But after hanging out with one person that encouraged me to draw more NSFW on that fandom I was in after paying me, people started to dissociate with me because of the behavior that toxic person rubbing off on me. In hindsight, I should've cut them off early on, but at the time, I was desperate for some sort of payment as this was before I decided to start selling online.

I also accidentally hurt some people, either directly or indirectly. Even after apologizing for my actions down to my heart and cutting out some toxic people out of my life, I feel like nothing's working. I apologized to some people hat were offended by my action, but they didn't want to draw him due to them being uncomfortable with my past and can't refund the money back due to some money. I thought on trying out a new fandom after a person I talked to for a few months that they had a discord and let me in. But then a month after joining, someone online told that person about me and banned me despite not causing any trouble.

At this point, I feel like moving on is no longer an option. I thought on trying to join another fandom would be a good break, but then some rando told the admin on that server about me and banned me despite not breaking any rules. Even if I make a huge apology for my actions out to the public, it still won't let me be accepted. I feel like everybody is treating me like I'm a bad person, even though there are much worse people out there. And I know some will say just move on to something else or make new friends. The problem is that either it's something that won't stick with me long enough to get my attention, someone I tried talking to doesn't stay around to chat, or the worse case scenario being rejected. I feel like everyone treats me like I'm the most horrible person in the world, even though there were worst things other people have done. I know you can't be friends with everybody, but I just want some sort of companionship for what I am.

Even if I give up drawing lewds just to please some corners of the internet, I feel like that won't work as some people that dislike in the first place for drawing that stuff won't be friends with me.

So I don't know what to do. I feel like taking a break from the internet doesn't work as it only works in a small dose before the negativity will back up again. The last time I took a break was between 2015 and 2016, but that didn't seem to help as things were fine during 2017 until everything went back to how it was before I took a break. Even then, I still want to do something as sitting around doing nothing isn't gonna help me. And I know some will say just move on to something else or make new friends. The problem is that either it's something that won't stick with me long enough to get my attention, someone I tried talking to doesn't stay around to chat, or the worse case scenario being rejected. I thought on going more into drawing NSFW, but everyone on that side mocks me for drawing stuff like that, and some people on that fandom I was in hates me for drawing lewds. Everyone tells me to get therapy, but I don't have the money to go into that, and I feel like it's not gonna cure everything that is wrong with  me, as they're either gonna repeat what everyone is telling what is  wrong or give me the wrong advice, except I have o pay out of my own  pocket. The  last thing I need is to take medication an get addicted to drugs and alcohol, which is what caused my family to break apart. It's sometimes why I feel like I wish I never went back into drawing as I felt like it made everyone turned against me than helping me.

[embrassemoi]

Imagine Being Loved by Me || The Darkling

“Say it,” his voice was low, nothing more than a whisper but it came out as an underlying threat that sent shivers up her spine. “Tell me you love me.”

Pairings: The Darkling x F!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Content: Smut, hint of religious imagery, power imbalance, hint of angst, unprotected P in V, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of blood and death, love confessions

A/N: I listened to Hozier's song 'Talk' while writing this. For full affect, listen along while reading!

【 Masterlist || Navigation || ao3 】

Disclaimer: Do not use these stories as an educational reference and always practice safe sex!

The first time they slept together, neither uttered a word. She had been pacing around in the war room, thinking about the next upcoming strategies needed to protect Ravka. They were in a vulnerable situation compared to its bordering nations and both she and the Darkling were bickering over how they should proceed. She wasn’t quite sure how exactly it happened, but the Darkling came closer, and her body leaned into his. Her eyes closed for a second, mind on overdrive as it concentrated on his heartbeat.

His face was close, licking his lips in the darkness as if he was getting ready to speak before she pressed her lips onto him, effectively rendering him silent. And then suddenly, she was hoisted on the table, his mouth grazing every inch of skin with newfound urgency.

She can still remember touching her lips afterwards, tingling with the ghost of his memory. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel it.

She remembered her heart beating quickly, threatening to burst at the seams.

She couldn’t quite recall the other times where they were tangled with each other, but it was a cycle that neither could break and nobody wanted to acknowledge; never addressing it head-on.

She couldn’t quite recall the other times where they were tangled with each other, but it was a cycle that neither could break and nobody wanted to acknowledge; never addressing it head-on.

And now, separated for weeks on end, once they had finally reunited, they both ignored each other. But it was useless. They were both so attuned with each other; every thought, every movement — every fibre of their being were keenly intertwined. If they were to ever push, the other would pull back. They didn’t even have to make a sound, almost like an ancient drive forced them to be bonded together. However, not a word was ushered between them again, aside from forced proximity due to meetings or their performance for the Winter Fete.

He had returned to her once more in the late hours of the night. She was hyper aware of him as she pried her eyes open, her mind snapping out of her dreams. She sat up, pushing the covers off and peered up.

He was fixated on her, eyes staring directly into her’s in nothing but the pale moonlight. The few buttons at the top of his kefta were undone, hair tousled, unlike his normal neat image.

There was a look in his eyes that she’d seen many times before — desire, power, need — but it was never as intense as his. It was like looking into the blackness of a bottomless well, so far down that it could reflect a sky full of stars.

There it was again, the tantalizing and dangerous allure of the Darkling.

She sighed, the sense of disquietude flaring as the uncertainty of what to do grew. All the silent words, lingering stares, the sleepless nights filled with soft moans and unspoken promises, what did they mean?

What did he want them to mean? Because she knew what she wanted. Her every thought was of him. She wanted more than just secret nights between silk sheets.

“What is it?” She finally asked. The cold from the winter slowly seeped into her bones, but maybe that was his doing.

After all, his shadows loved to watch her greedily.

His face was twisted in longing, an expression she wasn’t used to seeing. She wanted to reach out for him but forced herself to remain seated.

Her eyes close in slight annoyance when he makes no move to speak. Instead, she concentrated on his striding footsteps. With each step, her chest rose and fell rapidly, getting a sense of his intention. The bed dipped and his hand cupped her chin to tilt her head up to stare at him directly.

Countless deaths and blood laid on his hands — kefta scrubbed clean, free of blood. She watched him kill multiple men with a single flick of his wrist and watched the splatter of blood hit his face.

But with his murderous hands, stained with lives haunting him and burdened by perpetual lifetimes, he worshipped her tenderly like she was precious jewels.

“Darkling —”

“My name,” he said, stilted. “Please, my name is Aleksander.” His speech was slightly broken as if he had never told anyone before. And maybe he hadn’t.

Her breath hitched.

“Aleksander…” She tried, testing his name on her tongue. “I wouldn’t have assumed you had such an ordinary name.”

He breathed out, mimicking a half-hearted chuckle. “I’m sorry to disappoint.” His hand moved, knuckles brushing against her cheek before cupping the side of her face.

Everything about him, his touch, his earthy scent, his lips — was insurrectionary, making her want to surrender to temptation.

“Speak my name,” he commanded. There was a pleading tone that bleed into his voice. She couldn’t deny him.

“Aleksander.”

He leaned in closer. “Again.”

“Aleksander.” Finally, it earned her a soft peck to her lips. “Aleksander.” Another peck. And another. “Aleksander…” And then it prolongs, turning into heated kisses as she finds herself melting into his touch. Everything about him was cold, freezing, but his lips were warm and inviting; sultry.

To Aleksander, her voice was hypnotizing, laced in spun gold and made an ache break loose in his chest, basking in her warmth. He felt his heart patch over with the inexplicable glow of sunlight, replacing the loneliness that had drilled so deeply within him for centuries.

Whenever it was her, he felt consumed with uncontrollable longing and need.

They take their time and Aleksander lets her lead. One of his hands snakes around her waist, pulling her flush against him while the other supports the back of her neck. Her fingers ran up his chest, before threading through his hair.

“Moya lapushka,” he moans into the kiss. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please —”

“Please what?” He pulls back from her lips reluctantly.

“Please, I need you. Now —”

“Milaya,” he coos, ignoring her requisition entirely. “Repeat that?”

Bastard. She clicks her tongue.

Aleksander chuckles at her reaction. His lips brush against the column of her neck, fingers gliding over the fine silk of her black nightgown before looping beneath her ribbon straps, pushing them off her shoulder. Her breasts were exposed, nipples hardening from the cool air. Aleksander’s hand shoots to knead her breast, and she has to hold back a gasp as his fingers, littered in silver rings, brushes over her nipple. After a particularly hard swipe, her body twitches as his thumb rubs incessant circles over the sensitive nub, similar to how he would play with her clit.

“I love it when you beg.” He mused.

The fact that she wore black made him tick further. He never wanted to see anyone in his colour until her. A wrapped, perfect present just for him.

His kisses until that point were gentle, but he pressed a particularly hard one, laced in possession before laying her flat on her back. He positioned himself on top of her, hands pinning her wrist to the bed.

“I missed you.” A kiss and he’s suddenly vulnerable again. “I thought about you every day.”

And her heart ached. “Missed you too.”

He dips his head, burying his face in her chest meanwhile his tongue continues to lap at her nipple, swirling it around with his tongue, then sucking. His free hand finds itself between her legs as he rubs her clothed clit, spreading her legs wide.

She buckles in his hold from the feather-like touch, but he’s so strong that she hardly budges out from him.

She’s already dripping and she can feel him smile against her skin.

“So pretty, aren’t you? Always desperate for my touch.”

Impatient, Aleksander, slides down her panties. He rubs slow circles on her clit and he’s more than pleased to hear the little sighs and moans that leave her, each louder than the next.

He moves to hover back over her face, letting her hands free as he’s too busy devouring her lips. He pressed a leg between her legs and her hips to move involuntarily, grinding on the fabric of his trousers.

Aleksander finally relents, pulling back as he descends across her body, nestling himself between her thighs. Her glistening folds sparkle in the starlight.

It’s like he’s examining her and embarrassment flares until he blows cool air to her entrance, placing a tentative kitten lick. He finally wrapped his lips around her clit, fingers gliding through her slit.

He groans, sending vibrations through her pussy. One hand flew to grip his hair, the other cupping her breast.

“Aleksander,” she moans sweetly. It causes a chain reaction, setting something deep within him to crack.

He held her in place, unable to move while his finger slid through her fluttering hole as he pushed in. He sucks harshly against her, fingers pumping quickly.

He slipped in another finger and she felt her skin heat. Having him still clad in his formal attire gives Aleksander an edge, leaving her completely exposed or his eyes to feast on her.

Aleksander groans loudly while he feels her cum on his tongue, listening to her suddery whines. It flooded his senses, and all he could do was watch, wanting to imprint the memory into his mind forever. Her moans, resounded by pleasure, sound like music to him. He only pulls away when she’s left trembling.

He rids himself of his kefta, “Do you want my cock?” He taunts slightly but frowns when she doesn’t respond, still too dazed from her high.

“What, now you can’t speak?” He undid his trousers, reaching to take his cock in hand, stroking himself languidly.

“Want you.” She sounded sweet, smooth like honey and he can’t help but indulge in her more.

She lets out a whimper of pain at the stretch as he enters her. His lips claim hers, drinking in every sound, feeling him sink in inch by inch.

“So good for me. Taking me so well,” he praises. She moans as he hits a spot so deep inside her that it feels delicious. His movements are so controlled and precise, and it’s clear he’s going to take his time; milking every second.

She drags her hands down his back, nails digging in, leaving red scratches in their wake. She’s never felt so full before.

One hard thrust had her slapping a hand over her mouth, making her choke on a moan. But Aleksander frowns, ripping her hand away.

“I need to hear you, milaya devushka. How else will I know you’re feeling good?”

Unlike the other times, something was different. She exploded him thoroughly before. She’s taken him in her mouth, on her knees; fingers clawing his hand, trashing either on top or beneath him…

This time, it felt intimate, full of yearning from Aleksander’s end and it caused an electric sensation to fill her body.

His hands grip her jaw, turning her head to look at him. “Say it,” his voice was low, nothing more than a whisper but it came out as an underlying threat that sent shivers up her spine. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” She says for the first time, and she means it wholeheartedly.

“Yeah?” Aleksander could feel his treacherous heart exploding into blazing white light and eyes softened by her words. He slows his pace significantly, fingers rubbing circles on her clit that has her crying. Adjusting his position slightly, he pressed his chest against her, his cock unremitting.

“Mmhm!” His heart clenches together from her eagerness. “Of course! I love you. Love you, love you!”

He leant forward, teeth grazing her bottom lip, nibbling until pressing a searing kiss against her. His pace picked back up.

He bites and kisses her neck, furiously rubbing her clit. The way she clenches around him has his head thrown back, panting and looking down at her with a gaze so warm, idolatry, that it could set the sun ablaze.

“I love you too, moya sol koroleva.”

And he means it. She was almost a prayer, a mirage he thought he could never touch, never quite grasp. But here they were, colliding with one another.

She’s his.

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[enha-doodles]

Can you write an expanded version for sunghoon from the one enhypen reaction to you rejecting their confession. Like what happened in detail but in a fic or one-shot.

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Hey 🎀 anon , I couldn't write more than this due to lack of time but I hope you liked it ^^

.*･ﾟʚ SUNGHOON YANDERE FIC - (drabble 1) ɞ.*･ﾟ 

➸ʚ pairing ɞ : sunghoonxreader!

➸ʚ genre ɞ : yandere

➸ʚ warning ɞ : mention of bullying , hitting ...

➸ʚ Disclaimer ɞ : yandera relationship is not good at all and is very toxic . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

Your first day of your new school was up and you were definitely excited . You had got everything new and the clothes were the best part . This school didn't had a fix uniform so you bought the clothes you liked . Cardigans and baggy pants . It looked really cute . You left your home with your driver which was a female . You two talked for bit and then you arrived . After bidding her bye with a wave , you spun on your heels and entered the school gates . You could feel all the eyes that were starting at you . You knew it was common since new people always gets attention . You entered the hallway and that's were you and your life took a turn . (Lol sorry)

When you were finding your homeroom , you were met by a guy bullying a nerd . Some people were just watching , recording or laughing . Nobody was helping so you decided to be the one . We'll hero gets consequences too , right ? "Where's my homework you book worm" The guy exclaimed hitting the boy . "I am sorry Sunghoon I forgot it . You can take mine" the nerd was at the verge of tears ."Yah you . Stop bullying people " when Sunghoon turned around he was met by your blank face . 'who is she and why is she saving him' was the first though that came into his mind . "yeah and who are you to tell me that doll " he said leaving the nerd who ran for his life , quietly thanking you from afar which you acknowledged with a nod . Hoon started walking towards your direction . He came face to face with you and you did what came into your mind . You slapped him . Hard . Many gasps were heard and he was furious . Rather than gasps there were laughs too and some people even got it on tape . Victory for them ? "No one you need to know and stop it because it's not funny nor cool " you walked away unknown to the danger coming behind you . He was humiliated but more of he was angry . "Your gonna regret it doll."

You went to the staff room to take your schedule and dorm keys . After coming out of the staff room you were suddenly pulled into the janitors closet and you heard the door being locked "who tf-" you were met buy sunghoon's gaze and you knew you were fucked . "What ? Why did you pull me here ?!" He flipped you to the door and pinned you . "You think you can slap me and get away with it so easily ? I don't think so doll ". His hands were beside your face and he was close . Too close for your liking . "First of all back tf away and secondly you deserved it" he chuckled . He was amused , it was af if he didn't want revenge now . It was you who he wanted now . "Ahh your a feisty one , I really like you . Be my girlfriend " he said so proudly as if you would directly say yes . "Dude are you in the right state of mind ? Heck no " Oops . That got you to be yanked back and forth really hard and his face became serious . He held you jaw tightly and inches close to you . "You have no say in this doll , you are mine from now" with that he slammed his lips on yours . He was so harsh that it hurt . Your tears wouldn't stop and so would he . You were pushing him but he was clearly stronger . After you finally managed to push him off you and ran away but you knew that wouldn't be the last time he was approaching you .

This was something that freaked you out so much that you couldn't get any sleep that night . You were more afraid because you had to see him again tomorrow too and that jerk could possibly try something on you again . You did your routine and went for your school . You were thinking of skipping it but it was just the second day so you had to go . When you safely made it to your locker without any trances of hoon you were happy . Guess you celebrated too soon . You felt someone behind you and when you turned around it was him . Park Sunghoon . Standing tall with the evil smirk that showed the power he had . You knew you had to be strong . "Fuck off " he just laughed and inched his face closer mockingly saying "where was this strong girl in the janitors room , hmm ?" You were annoyed and just pushed him and walked away fastly thinking 'what an asshole '.

The school was finally over and you got a text message from the driver staying she had some emergency so she can't come to pick you up today . Guess walking it is then.

While you were walking you could swear someone was following you . Learning from the movies you didn't turn back to give them a chance to make you unconscious instead you lead them the wrong way . When you couldn't feel anyone close you stepped out of your hidding spot and were relieved when there really was no one . "Finding me?" You knew the voice and were gonna run when he stepped in front of you making you back away .

"Why are you following me you jerk?!" you questioned all bravely with anger evident in your voice . But the colour of your face drained out when you heard his next sentence followed by an pyschotic laugh " I am here to take you with me since you didn't agree the other day , I told you you were mine and I do what I say " you were too focused on how to run away that you didn't see the syringe coming your way . When it hit your neck you looked at Sunghoon in fear which added to his excitement. "When you wake up ,I'll be by your side , don't worry and sleep well " he smiled . Oh how you wished you never crossed paths with him .

[nanowrimo]

Opposition Research: Where to Get the Best Info for Your Novel

Now that you’ve written the first draft of your novel, you may find that you need to do some extra research to fill in those plot holes and polish up your story. Today, author Jodi Compton is here to shine some light on researching elements of your story between drafts:

I’m a crime and mystery novelist. It’s a genre which requires a good deal of research—a daunting task many Wrimos will be tackling for the first time in December and beyond. Many of us research between drafts, writing the first version straight through as a ‘proof of concept’ rough draft. Writing “[research tk]” at strategic points in a first draft can be an essential part of getting to 50K.

For that reason, I want to share a secret I’ve learned about good research. At first, I’ll be using crime fiction as my example, but the lesson is applicable to all genres, which I’ll address. (Hang tight, you hordes of fantasy writers!)

When I first began writing crime fiction, I did what most mystery novelists do. I read books on investigative work and forensics. I watched documentaries on the same subjects, including Dateline and Forensic Files and Women and the Badge. Later, when I had very specific questions, I found sources in the law-enforcement world and asked directly. 

The upshot of all the books, documentaries, magazine articles and interviews tended to be this: There’s always forensic evidence. It’s always correctly gathered. The DNA test is always right. The polygraph is always reliable. And everybody involved—the police and prosecutors—almost always do the right thing. 

This past year has—to put it mildly—called those assumptions into question. But that’s the subject of another article. However, long before this troubling year, I’d noticed something interesting. Crime-fiction writers like myself are always trying to write a story about the exceptions���the locked-room story, the extremely clever criminal who almost gets away with a murder or a heist, or a story in which the most unlikely person imaginable is actually the killer.  

So why are we always looking at sources in which the most likely suspect is, in fact, the murderer, in which standard operating procedure gets the investigative job done, there’s always DNA at the scene, and the polygraph tells you exactly who did it?

Because, mystery writers might argue, there’s no source for stories about cases where things went sideways. Nobody writes about those, and no source on the inside wants to talk about them. 

That seems true, at first. Ask me how I know: My first novel, The 37th Hour, deals with an FBI agent-in-training who does a Very Bad Thing just before his term at Quantico starts. To flesh this out, I spoke to a public information officer at the FBI—who dismissed my concept out of hand. That really wouldn’t happen, she told me. Our psychological screening would catch someone like that. 

It didn’t seem very productive to say, Like your psych screening caught Robert Hanssen? So I didn’t. (Plus, I didn’t think of it until hours later). 

It was only later in my writing career that I learned that there are people who talk and write about how the criminal-investigation process runs off the rails: They’re called defense attorneys. Behind them, and fighting a larger battle, are the ACLU and the Innocence Project—lawyers, law students and investigators who uncover false convictions. These convictions can be those due to mishandled DNA, inconclusive polygraph results interpreted as guilt, false confessions made by exhausted, hungry and confused people in interrogation rooms, or naive, easily-swayed juries. 

You have to get off the beaten path to find these stories, told in smaller-circulation magazines or blogs or documentaries. The “Dateline Saturday Night Mystery” has been immensely popular for years. No network is going to air the “ACLU Saturday Night Miscarriage of Justice” any time soon. But the latter, I think, would be as fascinating as the former. And, for the novelist looking for ways to complicate a straightforward crime, very profitable. 

Okay, you say. That’s fine for crime writers, but the most popular genre in National Novel Writing Month is fantasy. How do we fit into this situation?

I hear you. Fantasy is to NaNoWriMo what Thin Mints are to Girl Scout Cookies. So let’s say you’re writing a story in which characters have supernatural powers. This is where—though science is considered the opposite of magic—an understanding of physics, biology, chemistry and more could add great verisimilitude to your novel.

A study of magicians and their tricks can be useful as well. Many magicians are diehard skeptics about the paranormal—James Randi, of course, being the most famous example. But they also know a lot about physics: For example, the manipulation of light and how it affects what people see, or think they see. Might your genuinely-magical character manipulate light to create glamours or illusions?

‘Opposition research’ will be of varying use to writers in varying genres, but I’d argue that there’s almost always something to be gained in doing it. Conflict is the engine of virtually every story. Whenever you look at ‘maps’ or ‘graphs’ of a novel’s plot, you’ll see points labeled ‘conflict 1’ or ‘first setback.’ Understanding what opponents or devil’s advocates have to say about your protagonist’s quest will be of great help in creating conflict or setbacks in that journey. 

Jodi Compton is the author of four crime novels, starting with The 37th Hour, about Minneapolis detective Sarah Pribek. Her fifth book, Redball, will be released by Amazon early in 2021. She is an eight-time National Novel Writing Month participant.

Top photo by Russ Ward on Unsplash.