#[ really pleased with how this came out aaahh

[cold-neon-ocean]

ArtFight Revenge on Nurie of her super cool shark Alan!

[jyoongim]

This is more of an idea (feel free to not respond btw)

But what if married reader gets knocked up with Alastors fawn and the husband divorced her once he realizes the baby isn’t his? You can bet your ass that the deer daddy is already trying to ensnare the reader in his grasp lol

Hehehe i have never written a Part 2 so fast !

Part 1

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“Oh my Satan dear! Look at you! Ya look like you’re bout to pop!” Rosie exclaimed when you walked in her shop.

’Pop’ was an understatement.

You were very near the end of your pregnancy and it had not been kind to you.

You never told your husband about the incident with Alastor.

Would he had even believed you?

Alastor was A LOT of things, but the two of you were friends…your husband would think call you insane….

Your eyes widened seeing the very cause of your discomfort.

Alastor.

You wanted to dash out the door, run back home and hide.

The red Overlord turned around, hearing Rosie’s voice, you froze seeing his eyes look you over, you instinctively placed a hand over your stomach when his lips stretched into a smile.

You heard Rosie excuse herself to go get some appetizers but you were too focused to acknowledge her.

You were alone.

With him.

You took a shaky breath as memories from several months ago flashed across your mind, but you shook your head lightly to discard those thoughts.

”My my look at you” he purred approaching until he towered over you, beaming like a Cheshire cat “You really do make a fine mother” his large hand caressed the swell of your belly, smile softening when he felt movement.

”j-just leave me be please” you whispered, wincing when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Alastor chuckled ”leave you be? Oh ma cherie no can do!” 

He bent his head, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, voice dropping to a whisper “especially since you’re about to give birth to my baby?”

You pushed him away, putting distance between the two of you. Your face was flushed, eyes narrowed “I am NOT having your baby! I am having my husband’s baby!” You defended.

But there was a sliver of doubt you always felt when it came to the little soul nestled within you.

Alastor’s smile never wavered “Hmm you sure? Because i remember vividly filling your cunt with my seed until it dripped down your legs” 

You froze.

”You took me so well I was positive you would be pregnant”

He took small steps towards you

”Did you tell your husband?” 

Your snarl fell at his words and he knew he had you.

”T-there’s n-nothing to tell” you said turning around, ready to leave. 

You didnt have to take this.

He hummed coming up behind you. “Nothing to tell?” He chuckled darkly as his lanky arms wrapped around you, cradling your swollen belly. He leaned his head on top of yours.

”Oooh darlin I’m hurt! You didnt tell your loving husband how you milked my cock? How I tasted the cunt that belonged to him? How I claimed you for myself? That I sent you home filled with my cum?”

You were shaking.

”How unfaithful you were? Could the poor man tell another man’s cum was inside you while he fucked you?”

He kissed your neck

”I can’t wait to meet our little fawn”

Your baby kicked causing him to smile.

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Pain.

Thats all you felt as you tried to breath through your contraction.

”You got this honey! You’re doing great” your husband soothed as you wailed.

”One more push maam the baby’s almost here” the nurse reassured you.

Almost? It felt like you been pushing forever

”I cant” you panted.

Everything burned.

Your husband dabbed at your sweaty forehead, pressing a kiss to it “You got this baby. C’mon just one more push and then it’ll all be over”

Your eyes clenched and with a scream you pushed.

”Aaahh!”

Relief and then the shrill cry of a baby.

The nurses cooed “Ooh a healthy boy!”

she cleaned up the baby and you sighed as you slumped against the bed.

Finally.

”Ok mama” you felt a small weight on your chest.

Soft noises had you look down and you felt your heart break and bloom.

Red tufts of hair curled on the babe’s head and he looked at you with big red eyes.

He looked like you; round cheeks and a cute nose.

He looked nothing like your husband.

And every bit like…

”what the fuck” you heard your husband say. You turned to him, eyes wide.

He was staring at the baby.

”I-Its n-not what you think dear j-just let me-”

”You fucked Alastor” he was frowning, standing up from the bed.

You shook your head, tears swelling

”N-no that’s…I didnt i swear”

”I am looking at his exact copy. The damn brat looks nothing like me!”

You couldnt move “Honey p-please”

The man backed away. He was angry.

The baby began to cry, you tried to rock the poor soul, but your attention was on your husband

”Honey-”

”I should have known” he hissed lowly, pacing.

”I should have known by the way he acted. How you flirted with each other! The fucking radio demon!? Tsk!”

He turned to look at you.

”I dont want some bitch who takes me for a fool. Hope it was worth it you fucking slut” he turned to walk out.

tears ran down your face, your heart was racing “W-What? Honey no it wasn’t like that..it-it was never-”

”I want a divorce. You are dead to me”

and like that he was gone.

You sat there stunned.

Your husband just…left.

He left you and he didn’t even let you explain, tell him how or why all this was happening.

The baby cooed and you looked down at him.

You wanted to be angry, you had every right to be, but looking at this sweet soul…he didnt deserve your anger.

You were a mother now. You would do your best to love your child.

Even if you had to do it alone.

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“What a fine mother you make indeed my dear”

He smiled watching the little fawn latch to your chest and stare back at him with vermillion eyes.

You hissed at him, earning a quirked brow “haven’t you done enough?”

Soft static buzzed through the air as the Overlord approached you. You took a step back, as he extended a hand to the babe and rubbed his chubby cheek.

Alastor ignored your question ”How are you feeling love?” He asked as the baby nuzzled into your neck.

How were you feeling?

You were divorced, a single mother, and living with Rosie.

Shunned.

All because of him.

”Like hell but I know you’re not here to ask about my well being”

Alastor ignored your jab.

”I do care for you darlin and its only right that I provide for you and our fawn”

You went to growl, threaten him to die, but your baby reached out to the red demon.

Alastor’s face light up and he grabbed the fawn, cooing and tickling the baby.

Your son squealed and giggled, trying to grab at his claws.

”Let’s make a deal dearest”

You straightened at his words. A deal with Alastor was dangerous.

But you were at rock bottom.

”What kind of deal?” You asked cautiously.

”Marry me. Marry me and you’ll have nothing to be worried about. You’ll be protected, cared for, and have anything you desire.”

The baby was gumming at his collar.

”Be mine”

You bit your lip. What did you have to loose?

You sighed, taking your son.

You looked at the tall demon, green magic swirling around him.

”Do we have a deal?” he extend his hand.

You looked at your baby and then back at Alastor.

”I hate you” you said taking his hand,

You winced as your hand burned and watched a gold ring appear on your finger.

Radio static buzzed and then a soft humming. Alastor purred, smiling, fixing his jacket.

“Oh my dear” His arm looped around your waist, bringing you close to him as he chuckled “Such a good girl”

“Now! I think I have the perfect place for us to raise our fawn”

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“Uggghh Al you got a little something…” Charlie said nervously as she watch Alastor sip his coffee.

The little red fawn was hanging on his antlers, happily gnawing at the appendages. Alastor looked up, smiling “Oh he’s fine”

”Alastor have you seen…” your voice floated into his ears as you entered the lobby, stopping when you saw your son among his father’s antlers.

Alastor let out a grunt as the baby pulled at his ears “Hes right here dear”

Your baby babbled as you approached, squealing when you plucked him from his father.

You scowled the Overlord, placing the baby on your hip.

”How many times have I told you not to just let him hang-”

”da-”

You froze.

“Da…da” your son babbled, squirming in your arms.

Charlie cooed and Alastor smirked as the fawn’s eyes welled with tears as he reached for his father. Alastor walked towards you, scooping the baby from you.

You pouted as the baby happily chirped, nuzzling in his father’s neck.

Alastor sneaked a soft kiss to your lips 

“See he’s fine”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, arms crossing.

”Oh smile my dear. Maybe the next one will say mama first” he laughed, eyes settling on your round belly.

”After all you’re a great mother”

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 3: Titfucking

Pairings: Emma x reader, Taiju x male reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, sub!reader, dom characters, titfucking, dacryphilia, edging, calling Taiju 'daddy' once

Prompt List by: starsandskies 🧡

“Shit... does it really feel that good?” They asked in astonishment, watching your dick slide in between their pretty tits. You were a complete mess already, panting heavily, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide with lust, your cock leaving a wet mess on their skin, unable to utter more than a few words at a time

They squeezed their chest together more, your hips speeding up as the hole you had been fucking became tighter, throwing your head back and crying out, “Fe-eels...too good... Fuck—!! ”

Sweat dripped down your face as she edged you for the third time tonight, tongue lolling out of your mouth as your brain turned to mush. “Please...gonna cum... Aaahh!! ”

Emma shushed you, her sweet voice chanting praises and convincing you to hold it in. “Aw, but you look so pretty right now.” She pouted, fixated on how pathetically adorable you were in this position. “Can't you hold out just a bit longer? For me?”

You let out a whimper, nodding your head and trying to steady your racing heartbeat. It hurts, being so, so close to the edge and not wanting to tip over it because your girlfriend asked so nicely... She flashed you an innocent smile, tilting her head down and sticking out her tongue so that it made contact with the tip of your dick. Your hips stuttered in response, vision blurring for a second as your slit brushed against her wet tongue

The sheets were balled up in your fists, knuckles totally white from how hard you were gripping them. Emma squished her breasts together even tighter, the soft flesh surrounding your cock coaxed out copious amounts of precum. Which only caused you to thrust in between them faster and faster, chasing every bit of pleasure that her body could provide you with

“Have you been a good boy for me, y/n?” She asked, sucking on your tip harshly as you moaned out curses. Tears ready to spill if she continues this cruel treatment any longer

“Ye-eess~ Mmph...please...” Your hips rolled into the tight hole made from her tits, fucking into it desperately

“Yeah? I think so too. Go ahead and cum for me, darling, you've earned it. ” With her say so, you began chasing your climax once again, hips thrusting wildly while you looked into her loving, golden eyes, silently encouraging you to release all of that pent up tension

Your thrusting turned sloppy as you came, eyes crossed and mouth falling open as you cried out Emma's name, covering her breasts in thick globs of cum, some of it reaching her face as well. She giggled, licking some of it from her lips and swallowing it while you watched

Both of you panted heavily, and you slowly rolled off of her, landing by her side. Intertwining your hands together as you relax, turning your head towards her to leave a kiss on her shoulder

-

Taiju grinned as he watched you fall apart further, reduced to a pitiful mess just from this. One of his hands was on top of your dick, pressing it down onto his chest. The other hand rested heavily on your hips

The sensation of fucking in between his large muscles was overwhelming. You never really expected your teasing to actually land you in this situation. It was becoming hard to breathe, with the way his large hand and the space between his tits created a tight hole for your cock to slide into, it felt like your mind was melting. “C-can't... 's too much, please...”

“Aw, what's wrong, sweetheart? Don't tell me you're tapping out already.” Taiju teased, squeezing your hip roughly. “You wanted this, and you're gonna sit here until you cum.” His voice was dangerously low, low enough to feel the rumble in his chest

A small sob escaped your lips as the hand on your hip began to force you to keep thrusting, precum spilling out and sliding towards his collar bones. His hungry gaze met your own and he licked his lips, sending a shiver down your spine, more slutty moans falling from your mouth

“Faster.” He commanded, a toothy grin appeared on his face when you obeyed immediately, your dick easily gliding against his skin, making lewd, wet noises with every thrust

Quickly becoming overwhelmed again, you warned him of your incoming release, “Taiju...gonna c-cum...”

“Don't you dare.” He snapped, causing your breath to hitch in surprise. You let out a frustrated whine, overstimulation beginning to kick in. Taiju narrowed his eyes at you, a bruising grip on your hip as he prevented you from moving

“Please...” You cried, “Need to...need to cum pleasepleaseplease ” Taiju laughed meanly at your desperate begging, he enjoyed watching you break for him

“Pathetic.” That single word caused you to whimper, broken sobs leaving you as tears fell onto his chest, clawing at the sheets on either side of his head in frustration. Your cock was throbbing within the tight space Taiju had created, aching to spill every drop of cum built up inside of you

“Please... please daddy...let me cum on you...” That seemed to be the magic word as Taiju hummed in satisfaction, sliding his hand down to your thigh, rubbing and squeezing it gently

“Then cum for me, pretty boy. Show me whatcha got.” With that, you began humping in between his tits again, desperately chasing your release. The feeling of your cock dragging against his skin was heavenly, precum causing it to slide in and out with ease, and the way Taiju went back and forth between watching your fucked out expressions and watching your cock thrust towards his face was incredibly hot, a deep blush covering his face and shoulders

Heat pooled in your gut, signaling that you were incredibly close. Your thrusts sped up, sloppily fucking Taiju's pretty tits as you came all over him, cum splattering onto his face, some of it getting on his chest and hand. Your body trembled as you let out a shaky breath, chest heaving as you sucked in some much needed oxygen

He looked satisfied with your orgasm, eyeing the cum sticking between his fingers before slipping them in between your lips, encouraging you to lick them clean. Which you did obediently, admiring the facial you gave him

Tagging: @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

[bpsmuts]

Truth or Dare - Rose [PART 1]

Rose x Male Reader

Words: 1.036

Summary: Your Childhood friend Rose and you spent the night at her place and decide to play truth or dare...

"Come on, be a little more daring!" Rose yells at you after you've picked truth for the 3rd time in a row. "Fine. Dare" you give in. "Finally, I thought I was gonna be stuck asking about your boring sex life all night" Rose replied.

Using her opportunity she finds a good dare. "I dare you to kiss me!" she says. "On the mouth" she adds before you could protest. "Really Rose? I've known you since Elementary School" You try to protest without luck.

"You've also seen me in underwear a dozen times, hell I've changed in front of you... and you're scared to kiss me?" Rose mocks you. "Yeah but that's different" You try to protest once more. "Okay fine, if you don't wanna do it its fine... didn't take you for such a chicken" Rose teases again.

You typically didn't let stuff like that get to you, especially if it came from Rose, but at that point you knew you had to prove her wrong. You stood up so fast that you practically leaped onto her, making her fall over, before planting your lips on hers for a full 10 seconds.

"Am I still a chicken now?" You ask as you move off Rosie and both of you sit back up. "No, but I hope this isn't the furthest you'll go"- You knew Rose was just saying these things to get into your head and you knew that it was also working perfectly, but you didn't care, you wanted to prove yourself to her.

"Okay your turn!" Rose tells you in her cute New Zealand accent. "Truth or Dare Rosie?" you ask her. "Unlike you, I'm not a pussy... Dare!". "I dare you to touch your boobs for 1 full round" You say confidently. "Touch my boobs? Seriously? I'd do that if you ask nicely, give me a real dare Y/N" Rose shatters your idea.

"A real dare?" You ask surprised. "Okay, I dare you to... uhh.. let me take off your panties and keep them!". "See now that's a proper dare" Rose happily replies as she gets up from the floor.

You slip your arms underneath her skirt and slowly pull down a pair of red lacy panties. "Red huh?" you ask her intrigued. "Had to match the skirt Mr. I have no idea how fashion works" Rose responds mockingly.

"Dare!" You tell Rose, before she could even ask you. "I dare you to kiss my lips" Rosie responds with a smile on her face. "Again?" you ask while moving closer to her face. As your lips are about to reach hers Rosie however intervenes "Stop! Not those lips" Rose tells you with your lips just inches away.

You freeze and think for a second before Rose whispers "My Vagina" She slides back "You want me to kiss your vag-..." you abruptly end your sentence as you've already been picked on too many times by her this evening and instead comply and move towards her crotch.

"And Y/N, French Kiss please!" Rose adds as she opens her legs, revealing her slightly wet pussy to you. You've never seen it before, even though Rosie has changed in front of you a couple times... You've just never been interested in her the way you are now.

As you get closer to her core, you can feel the warmth radiating from her and you even pick up a sweet smell coming from her folds directly.

Right as you are about to start your dare, you realize that this is the time, you can prove Rose wrong once and for all. She's teased you for so long, calling you a chicken and even though it was just friendly banter, you wanted to show her your other side.

You start by kissing her inner thighs, to bait out a witty comment from her, which worked perfectly. "You know that isn't my vaginAaahh" Rose can't fully finish since she felt your warm tongue hitting her clit right as she finished her sentence.

You grab her by the hips and start making circular motions around her clit with your tongue, making Rose moan loudly for you. "AAahh Y/N, you were supposed to kiss it!" She moans, but you're not stopping.

You've made it your mission to show her how wrong she was about you. Your tongue briefly moves to her opening, getting it wet, before returning to her clit and your right index finger teasing her hole.

After teasing her hole, you slowly push in your index finger, making her squeal. As you look up, you can see that Rose has started to support her upper body with her hands and her head hanging back all the way as you continue to pleasure her.

"Oh god Y/N. P-Please add another one" Rose stutters in between her moans. Her wish being your command, you quickly pull out, lick your index and middle fingers until they're nice and wet, before slowly inserting them back into her pussy.

"A little further d-down, y-y-yeah a tiny bit lower" Rose guided you towards her g-spot. Hitting hit resulted in loud screams of pleasure from her. "AAAAHHH FUCK, RIGHT THERE Y/N!!".

You continued with the same pace and it didn't take long for Rose to get close to her orgasm. "Y/N.. Y/N I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum Y/N. Oh my god, this feels so good." Rose's moans get louder and louder as she reaches her climax.

You can feel her legs shake as her upper body falls onto the ground, her arms not being able to support her anymore. You let her ride out the orgasm, removing your fingers, but gently licking her pussy.

"Oh my god that was good Y/N" Rose stammers, while she drags herself to her bed for support.

"Well.. I dare you to return the favor" you tell her with a massive smile on your face.

"Is it okay if I return the favor tomorrow morning?" Rose asks sheepishly, still shaking a little. "I don't think I have any energy left in me after what just happened."

"Sure, but I want a little extra for the delay" You answer with a smirk.

[moonspirit]

More Papamin!( ̀⌄ ́)Please！

Aahhhhh hello, and I'm sorry, I actually have more papamin drafts saved but didn't have much time to flesh them out T^T

But have this!

Papamin Propaganda #8:

When aruani firstborn daughter is old enough and going to elementary school, she often overhears her classmates talking about the reaction of how their parents felt when they were born.

One boy says, "My dad said when I was born, I looked like a warrior!"

One girl says, "My mom said i looked like a little diamond!"

Another kid says, "My parents said I looked like a baby cow. I was really cute."

They ask her: "What did you look like?"

But she's stumped for an answer. "... I-I don't know..."

Later that week, she finds her mother folding laundry slowly, looking a bit tired.

"Mama."

"Hm?"

"What did I look like?"

Annie lifts her eyebrows, setting down a pile of shirts. "What do you mean?"

Her daughter shifts from foot to foot. "When I came out of here," She reaches out to pat Annie's swollen belly. "What did I look like?"

"Hmm," Annie lightly hums, swishing her lips to a side. "You looked like a potato."

Her daughter is aghast. "A potato?!"

"Yup. A potato," Annie nods matter of factly. "Go ask your father, he's the one who said it first."

Off goes her daughter, marching to the kitchen, anxious and disappointed. On her way she spots a small basket of potatoes in the pantry, all brown and fairly ugly. Not a warrior, not a diamond, not a baby cow but a potato?! What will she tell her friends? They'll laugh!

She finds her father before the stove, chopping vegetables in a casual shirt, sleeves rolled up. It's the off season for her parents, there are no diplomatic meetings for a few months.

"Papa," She says, sidling up next to him, standing on her tip toes to see the array of chopped ingredients on the counter.

"Yes?" He says sweetly, flashing her a smile.

"Is it true that-"

But she's cut off by the pressure cooker letting out a shrill whistle of steam. Armin turns off the stove. A delicious aroma wafts from it. Something a little familiar though she can't put her finger on what.

"What was that?"

His daughter hesitates, biting her lip. "Is it true that... I looked like a potato?"

"A potato?" He repeats with mild intrigue, giving her a brief look.

"When I was born," She says louder, more dejected. "Mama said I looked like a potato."

Now Armin pauses, takes note of her crestfallen face, and throws his head back and starts to laugh.

"Papa!" She whines, heart sinking. So it was true after all. She'd rather not go to school now.

"Oh dear," He chuckles, putting the knife down and crouching down to her height. His hands, smelling of bell peppers and carrots, take hold of her cheeks, squishing them lightly. Disappointed light blue eyes meet amused, bright blue ones.

"You did look like a potato," He confirms, grinning.

"So I was ugly," Her shoulders slump. "Mama said you called me a potato first."

"I did," He chuckles, pinching her nose. "But you know why?"

She stares back dully at his twinkling eyes, not really keen on knowing.

"Because when your mom was pregnant with you, she had a craving for so many different foods," He explains, standing up to pop off the pressure cooker's lid. Thick steam rises from within and the aroma grows stronger. "By the end, all she wanted to eat was one thing though," He raises his eyebrows at her. "Want to take a guess what it was?"

His daughter shrugs.

"Okay," Armin laughs. "Say aaahh-"

She does it out of reflex, "Aaaahhh."

He pops in a chunk of something hot and purple. It melts in her mouth, the sweetness spreading across her tongue.

"Sweet potatoes," He grins. "All she wanted was sweet potatoes. And you looked like the sweetest potato I've ever seen."

She chews slowly, wide eyed and blinking at his highly amused face.

"Annie!" He laughs over his shoulder at approaching footsteps. "You have to tell her the whole story."

Annie steps into the kitchen, looking hungry now. "I... I want some coconut. Do we have any coconut?"

Hm, their daughter thinks, swallowing. Its warm and sweet, travelling down her throat.

Potatoes aren't so bad after all.

[slaveofemma]

10 Years of Slavery - 11

The one where she gets what she deserve

The day after she gave me my special night, I realised that I did not do anything for her the night before, and apologised her for falling asleep. She laughed at me a bit, and told me to not to worry and it was my special night anyways.

We were cheerful that morning. Prepared the breakfast together, walked to the school holding hands, had a gossip about friends, made each other laugh, and enjoyed the life. We met with our friends in the evening for drinks, and came back to home slightly late and slightly tipsy. We did not have a word about our new situation during the whole day.

Once we are back home, we started undress each other while sharing some intimate kisses. We laid down on the bed together, but soon she pushed my head downwards -her usual signal when she wants some good time. I obliged, and made my way downwards, while having a break around her nipples. I'm not sure if I said it before, but probably my favourite part of her body was her nicely rounded, pink nipples. I could spend hours touching, kissing, or sucking them. Feeling that the tip was getting harder with my touch was intoxicating. Anyways, enough talk of my girlfriends' nipples guys!

Finally I reached to her sex. I was taking it slow with kisses, short touches with the tip of my tongue and sucking slowly. I knew exactly how she likes it, and was building her to the climax. While I was busy with her, she started speaking slowly:

"Ah, that's amazing. I love how you do it. Ah.." she interrupted herself with a moan, "Ah.. I can't wait to get fucked babe." Here we go, I thought.

"I need someone inside me. I am so turned on since the other night. Aahh... keep going... do it slowly." She started caressing my hair, I looked to her lovingly from between her legs. I genuinely was not feeling bad about her dreaming of someone else anymore. I was only thinking how hot she looks with her dreamy eyes and slightly open mouth.

"Ahh.. keep doing it. Feels so great. I need a man to fuck me, but I need this too. I love you worshipping me babe. I want you to worship my pussy. AAAhh.." Now she was not carressing, but pulling my hair. I was so turned on. My rock-hard dick was dripping precum, I was rubbing myself with my own precum. I told myself that this is really a worship, an adoration and I was loving it.

She pushed my head a little, now I was looking at her pussy from inches away. It was pink, it was wet, it was swollen. She started rubbing her clit with one hand, while her other hand was still pulling my hair and keeping my face away from her pussy.

"Do you want to fuck me babe?"

"Yes, I want it so much."

"How much? Tell me." She said, while fingering herself with her fingertips. I was hypnotised watching her fingers making circles around her clit, going in and out just barely to her wet pussy.

"I want it more than anything Ellie. I will do anything for you to let me fuck you. Please baby, please let me fuck you."

"You know that it's not gonna happen babe. But you still want it, right?"

"Yess.." It was my time to moan.

"But someone else will fuck me, you know that, right?"

"Yes..."

"Because your duty is devote yourself to my pussy babe."

"Yes babe, I will devote myself to your pussy." "Good boy. tell me, do you want someone else to fuck your girlfriend babe?" She told me, while she put three of her fingers all the way down her pussy. I knew the answer, and I didn't hesitate:

"Yes Ellie."

"Tell me why."

"Because your pussy deserves it baby. It deserves to be worshipped, and fucked."

She let a good moan out when she heard my answer. Then, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and put them in my mouth. I started sucking her wet fingers.

"I'm proud of how quick you learn babe. I love you worshipping me. I want you to worship me every day. I love how you look between my legs, I love how you look at my wet pussy. I love how willing you are to serve me. Do you love that too babe?"

I still had her fingers in my mouth, so I nodded while still sucking her fingers.

"Good boy." She said once again. And it drove me even wilder. Then, she pulled her fingers out of my mouth, and reached out to the drawer to grab The Dick.

"I want you to kiss my feet while I fuck myself. Like the other day." she said while adjusting her body. I sat crossing my legs at the edge of the bed and grabbed her left foot, while her right foot was resting on my lap. Once she started rubbing The Dick to her wet pussy, I was already kissing, licking, sucking the arch of her foot with passion. Like I would kiss her lips.

I was slowly jerking myself off at the same time. With all that hot stuff we just did I was trying to concentrate myself and going slow to prevent any accidents and enjoy the night more. But then, she did something. With her right foot, she pushed my hand away from my dick, and told me to "be busy with her, not with myself". I followed her advice, and grabbed her right foot with my free hand.

But then, after a while she stopped, and asked me to kneel right next to the bed. "I want to see you kneeling in front of me while worshipping my feet, not towering over." She said, and I did as I'm told. She positioned herself sideways to the bed, her body facing to me, and I grabbed her feet to continue my duty.

She was stroking The Dick inside her gently, and I was sucking her toes. Then, she ordered me to "talk". I didn't know what to say, and asked her trying to be polite:

"What do you want to hear baby?"

"Just Talk!" She said with an impatience in her voice. I thought it would be good to pick up from where we left. I was kissing her foot lovingly, and talking to her at the same time:

"I want to worship you baby. I want to lick your pussy every single day. I want to be at your service. I want to be your good boy. I will do whatever you want. I will be here to serve you day and night. I am addicted to your smell, your body, your pussy, your face. I belong to you baby...."

"More..."

"You deserve everything, you deserve to be worshipped. You deserve to be a queen. You deserve to get fucked good."

"Ahhh... MORE!"

I realised that I found what I should be talking about.

"You deserve a big cock in your pussy. Right now, and whenever you want. You will find as much as you want, and you will ride big, nice cocks baby. They will fuck you good. You will climax jumping on their cocks..." She was getting faster, and moaning louder. "All the time. And I will wait here. I will wait for you to come back to me. And when you are back, I will worship you. I will worship your body, your pussy, your feet. You will be their slut, and my princess. I will be kneeling here...." I got interrupted with her shaking orgasm. Her legs were spasming from the powerful orgasm she just had. I watched her beautiful, sexy, divine body from where I am. I realised that I was loving this game.

"That... was... amazing..." she said once calmed down. Her cheeks had the color of cutest pink, matching her pale skin and dreamy eyes perfectly. I was still kneeling in front of her. She raised from where she was lying, and sat right in front of me. Asked me if I had came too, and I said no, as she wanted me not to. She laughed sweetly:

"Ah yeah I did, didn't I?"

"It's my turn now then?"

"No babe, don't forget our fifth rule." said she, and kissed me gently from my lips before going to the bathroom. Fifth rule, the one saying I have to sacrifice from my orgasms until she finds a date. I wasn't aware that the time count had already started, but I also thought there is no point in objecting that too.

We got cleaned and get in our bed together. She grabbed my still-hard dick under the sheets, and started rubbing it gently. In a way where it was more like a lovely touch than a handjob. We were facing each other, I was seeing her hair covering her pillow with lovely waves, her soft skin, her nipples, and her sparkling eyes. She was gorgeous as ever. Then, she started talking.

"Were you serious about what you were saying, or was that just dirty talking?"

"Well I am still dirty, and you have the proof in your hands!"

"You naughty boy! I love you the most when you're horny I guess."

"I love you the most when you are naked baby."

"Oh stop it! Don't try to turn me on again. You're not getting your orgasm tonight."

"Please babe, I need it so much."

"But you won't get it, I want you to look at me like this tonight."

I didn't pursue my luck anymore.

"As you wish my princess." I said, and pulled her towards me. She placed herself under my arm, and put her head on my chest. Our usual sleeping position.

"So, were you serious about it?"

"About what?"

"About worshipping me."

"Well I already worship you for a year. I don't think it would change soon."

"Not like that, don't try to entice me. You know what I'm talking about."

"What do you want to hear?"

"What you said when we were having sex, but properly this time."

"I love to worship your body, your pussy babe. And I want to do that everytime you want me to."

"And my feet too?"

"Does that really turn you on?"

"Yeah babe."

"I had that impression too." I replied with a sarcastic laugh.

"I love seeing you kneeling in front of me, and licking my foot with passion. I don't know why but it feels so powerful, it's amazing. I didn't like when you just sucked my feet at the beginning, but when I saw you on your knees, in front of me, it turned me on crazy. And when you were saying those words, while worshipping my feet, it hit me like nothing else. So, were you serious on those words?" She was still brushing my dick slowly when talking. I thought it should be considered as cheating in this game. But I also didn't want her to stop.

"Yes Ellie, I was serious."

"When you were saying that I'll orgasm while jumping on other dicks, while you wait for me to return to you, and worship me when I'm back?"

"Yes."

"And I will be a slut for them, but a princess for you?"

"Yes, you will always be my princess. And you can be a slut to whoever you want."

"And you'll love me regardless?"

"I'll love you regardless. And I'll worship you regardless."

"Thank you babe. You're such a good boy." She said playfully. It was the third time she was calling me a good boy. But I loved hearing this from her sweet voice. Then, she stopped touching my dick, snuggled to me more, and told me to it's time for a good sleep. I kissed her hair and said good night. It took me a while to fall asleep with a rock-hard dick.

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If Found, Please Burn- Chapter 1

If you found love letters addressed to you written by the person you hated most, would you read them?

Aaahh!! It's finally here!! Chapter 1 now available, as promised. This fic is very special and sentimental for me, and I'm so happy it can finally see the light of day. Also I'm testing out different formats on here, so please bear with me :)

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As the lock on the door to the empty apartment clicked to unlock, Daya and Willow got a warm welcome with a duet of meows. Both girls were careful to sneak inside and not accidentally let the cats into the apartment building’s hallway.

 “Why did I have to come with you here? I could have waited outside the building for you.” Daya pointed out as she removed her denim jacket and threw it over the couch. Jasmine has been out of town for barely a week, and Daya has hardly had her vacation from the annoying blonde. Being forced to go to Jasmine’s apartment by Willow wasn’t really on her plans for the afternoon.

“Because I need you to keep the cats busy while I clean their litter, feed them, and give them fresh water,” Willow explained as she started to work on the list of tasks in the kitchen. “Oh, and their treats. Jasmine wanted to make sure that they got their treats.” She picked up a Temptations box and shook it, getting Aveyah and Theo’s attention. 

Daya plopped down on the couch, talking to Willow through the wall cut-out between the living room and kitchen. “What do you expect me to do with them? You know I’m not a cat person.” Just another reason that she and Jasmine never got along. Daya never understood how she and Jasmine even belonged in the same friend group, with how often the two argued and bickered. 

Willow shrugged as she shooed the cats out of the kitchen and back into the living room. “Play with them, I guess. She has a box of cat toys in her bedroom somewhere.” 

Daya sighed dramatically “Fine, I’ll go keep them occupied.” She stood off the couch and headed down the hall to Jasmine’s bedroom. Before she got too far, Willow’s voice pulled her attention back.

“Oh, and Daya?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t look through her stuff to use for blackmail.” Willow deadpanned as she washed the food bowls in the sink. 

“I wasn’t going to!” Daya whined as she turned down the hall and quickly found Jasmine’s bedroom. 

She’s never been in the bedroom before, but after one look, this was absolutely Jasmine’s bedroom. Pink wall decorations, stuffed animals all over the bed, and a tall cat tree in the corner. The room was perfect for Jasmine, and Daya felt instantly annoyed at the thought of Jasmine’s presence, even if physically Jasmine was over two-thousand miles away from her. 

The last time she had seen Jasmine was at the Colby family beach house in Malibu. Kerri invited the friend group for the weekend to spend at the beach house. Kerri said that her moms and younger sister wouldn’t be there that weekend, but Daya saw an SUV in the driveway and an open coloring book on the kitchen counter in the morning. 

All Daya remembered with Jasmine that weekend was when a minor thunderstorm hit, then she jokingly locked the blonde outside, and then Jasmine came back inside very pissed off and stayed in one of the bedrooms for the rest of the night. 

A few days after the weekend passed, Kerri texted her and Bosco that Jasmine wasn’t going to board game night since Jasmine would be in Toronto for three weeks. 

Daya didn’t care why Jasmine ran off to Canada for almost a month. She was just glad that she didn’t have to deal with her for three full weeks.  

This was going to be the most stress-free three weeks of Daya’s life.

Or at least she assumed that was going to be the case.

Daya scanned the room and found a box of cat toys next to the tall cat tree. Inside held a few dangling wands, about a dozen small plastic balls, and a jar of catnip. She picked out a few different toys, then tossed them in front of the cats, and picked out a wand with a pink feather on the end. Jasmine did spoil her cats with toys and treats, that’s for sure. 

Daya sat on Jasmine’s bed, dangling the wand in front of Aveyah, as she reached and tried to grab the feather before Daya pulled it away. Theo found one of his favorite toys that Daya pulled out, a tiny plush mouse with catnip embedded inside. The ginger cat clawed the mouse with his paw, threw it in the air, and chased it to wherever it landed.  

Daya never considered herself a cat person, but she realized she liked cats a little more than she initially thought as she watched the two cats play. As much as she preferred dogs, the cats seemed very focused on pouncing on their prey, and Daya found it very enjoyable to watch. 

  After several minutes of playing with the cats, Daya swung the wand, just as Theo’s mouse flew through the air. The stick of the wand hit the mouse, and made it fall against one of the walls, and drop behind the dresser. Daya watched Theo try to stretch his arms to reach under the dresser to save his toy, but he had no such luck. 

A few whining meows from Theo, begging Daya to help retrieve his toy. Daya was already seeing similarities between Jasmine and her cats, she chuckled at the thought as she left the wand on the bed and walked across the room to the dresser. 

Laying on her stomach, Daya reached her long arms under the dresser and felt around for the toy as Theo crouched and watched underneath. She eventually found the toy and grabbed it from its place against the baseboard. As she pulled back her arm, Daya felt her hand brush against a box stowed carefully in the corner. 

Curiosity crept into Daya’s mind a few seconds after returning Theo his toy. For some unknown reason, she wanted to know what was in the box. It felt like a shoebox, but why was it hidden under the dresser? What could be inside?

Succumbing to the curiosity, Daya stood to inch out the dresser and eased out the box. The lid of the box instantly caught more of her attention. Written in a black Sharpie, the words IF FOUND, PLEASE BURN covered the old Adidas sneakers box. 

Daya had to know what was in the box now, even if the instructions told her differently.

She carefully lifted the lid and found a paper ripped from a notepad on top of the other documents in the box. She took it out first and read it. 

To whoever finds this box, 

I’ve kept the letters in this box closely guarded here. So if you happened to find them, I’m probably either dead or in prison. I’m writing this note to make sure these letters are never seen again. These letters were never meant to be mailed, or given to the person they are addressed to. So please, don’t read any further. Just find the easiest and quickest way to destroy these letters, and move on. I trust you to follow these instructions and please do not read anything else in this box. 

Thank you, 

Jasmine Kennedie

Even though Daya loathed Jasmine, she wanted to respect the other girl's wishes and pretend that this box never existed. It was the right thing to do, as the letters weren’t hers to see or even know about their existence. Whatever Jasmine was keeping secret, it was for who knew how long, and it had to stay that way.

Daya moved her hand and was about to place the note where she found it on top, but realized that the first letter was inside faced-up. She easily could have put the note back, put the lid back on, left the box where she found it, and moved on with her life. Continue hating Jasmine, and never think twice about this damn box again in her life. 

But her eyes had to betray the blind trust that Jasmine gave her, and Daya saw who the first letter was addressed to. 

Her blood ran cold, and she read the top part of the letter several times, not believing at first what she was reading. She looked through the other letters to read the address lines, and they all read the same thing.

Dear Daya, and Dear Daya, and another Dear Daya…

The letters were all addressed to her. 

Jasmine, the girl who only shared hatred for each other as long as they have known each other, was writing letters to her. And it seemed whatever Jasmine was writing to her about, she was the last person to know about this. 

But, on the other hand, she was already in too deep. Daya thought about it for a moment, considering her options. She could leave the box, never knowing what was in the letters, and continue the hate-hate relationship she had with Jasmine. Just like nothing ever happened. 

Or, she could dig herself into a deeper hole and just read whatever was on the letters. They could just be a harmless prank or Jasmine venting out the issues that she’s had with Daya. 

Either way, Daya had nothing to lose. Jasmine was never going to find out whether Daya read the letters or not, so why not see what the letters said?

Taking a deep breath, Daya pulled out the first letter in the box and began reading it. 

Dear Daya,

Lemon invited me to stay with her in Toronto for a few weeks, and I’m going to take the offer. 

She’s the only person who knows how I feel about you, and she thinks I just need space from you and everything that reminds me of you. I’ve had this stupid crush on you for over two years, and I’ve tried everything else to get over it. I’m tired of being in love with someone that I’m supposed to hate. 

So when I get back to LA, I have to be over-

“I’m almost done, I’m taking this to the trash chute and then we can leave!” 

Willow’s voice jolted Daya from her focus on the letter. Shit, she was running out of time.

 In a panic, Daya took out her phone, opened the camera, and took pictures of the letters. She had to know what the rest of them said. 

Carefully putting the letters and the notes back in the order she found them, she scrambled back to put the box under the dresser, back in the corner. She barely remembered to move the dresser back against the wall as Willow re-entered the apartment. 

“You ready to go?” Willow popped her head into the bedroom, and Daya nodded and cleared her throat to respond. 

“Y-yeah. Let’s get out of here, it's too pink and girly for me here.” Daya quickly followed her friend out of the apartment. 

As the two walked back through the building and back out to the street, Daya only had one thought that refused to leave her mind for the next three weeks.

Jasmine has been in love with her and has kept it a secret for almost as long as they have seemingly both hated each other. 

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Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion Sound Episode Newtype Special // Canon and Not Canon

This Sound drama is a special sound episode which came out with the July 2007 issue of Newtype, in between Stage 23 and Stage 24 of Code Geass season 1 (For those who didn't knew, There was a 2 month pause in between Stage 23 and Stage 24 and 25, that's why those last two episode have a different opening, made specially for them.)

So there are 5 tracks in this special sound episode, but most are really crack~ish given they break the 4th wall, leading even the characters to meet their voice actors and being mostly happening as a radio show; The first one is canon though, as it happens within the show timeline and recall an important thematic within Code Geass.

Track 1 – “Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion Sound Episode Newtype Special- The Third Reason” You can listen to the original audio drama right here

A gunshot is heard and people scream.

Robber Don’t move!!

Boss Everyone get down, hands above your heads.

Robber We’ll kill you on the spot if you don’t do as we say!

Lelouch “This was the national bank, a cheap looking place for low class citizens. Usually we just turn off the TV when we see it on but this time, we couldn’t. It was because…”

Kallen is grabbed by the robber.

Kallen Aaahh!

Suzaku Kallen!

Robber Try anything weird and I’ll shoot this girl right through the head!

Lelouch “This was real and we were there.”

Boss We’re just here to take the money. It’ll be over in no time if you cooperate.

Lelouch “There were two robbers. The one with the commanding voice was the boss holding a rifle and the stupid looking one was holding Kallen hostage with a pistol. With my Geass that gave me the power to command any human being, I could deal with them easily but I would have to use it without Suzaku and Kallen noticing.”

Boss I’m going inside… Watch the hostages.

Robber Got it, Boss.

Lelouch “Maybe I could contact the Black Knights. I’m sure there was an armed unit in the D7 Area but, it will be a reckless move.”

Suzaku Stop it! Let that girl go!

Kallen Suzaku…?

Lelouch “That idiot-!”

Suzaku I’ll be your hostage! That girl’s not well.

Lelouch “No… I think she’s actually quite a tough one.”

Suzaku Don’t you have any shame taking a girl hostage?

Robber Hmm…? You’re an Eleven! Help us if you’re Japanese! All the money here was taken away from us by the Britannians!

Suzaku That doesn’t mean you have to resort to robbing!

Robber Shut up! We have the Black Knights backing us up, you know!

Suzaku What?

Lelouch “Oh really? The Black Knights huh…”

Kallen gets all defensive.

Kallen Stop lying. The Black Knights are different from people like you!

Robber What?!

Kallen The Black Knights… Zero… would never take a girl hostage!

Robber Shut up, you Britannia girl!

He hits Kallen.

Suzaku Kallen!!

Lelouch “My my, I guess I have no choice.”

Lelouch gets up.

Suzaku Lelouch…?

Robber Hey you… The student over there! Don’t stand up!

Lelouch walks towards the robber.

Lelouch Silence! I’m the one giving orders around here.

Robber Stay back! I’ll shoot the girl if you get any closer!

Lelouch continues to walk.

Lelouch Do as you want, please. That girl isn’t my lover or anything.

Kallen is surprised and can’t believe what he said.

Kallen What…? Lelouch…

Robber Idiot. Do you know I can shoot you?

Lelouch stops.

Lelouch There are three reasons why you two are going to fail.

Robber Oh?

Lelouch Number 1, you think it’s worthwhile taking that girl as hostage.

Kallen …

Lelouch Number 2, you believe you’re the only ones who possess weapons.

Robber Ha! Students wouldn’t have weapons on them!

Lelouch That’s right… But what would you do if we came here for the same reason as you did?

Robber What?!

Lelouch Why don’t you try shooting me…? If you want to have a taste of how powerful the C4 plastic explosive in my pocket is, that is.

Robber You’re bluffing.

Lelouch Then check my pockets.

Starts walking towards the robber again.

Robber Sta- Stay back! I’ll shoot her!

Lelouch I thought I would let you hear the bomb’s timer.

Robber What!

Lelouch You should be able to hear it now.

Lelouch activates the Geass.

The sound of the timer counting down… You can hear it, the sound that carves time.

The ticking can be heard.

Robber It can’t be… I can… I can really hear the bomb!

Kallen What…? But I can’t hear anything…

Robber Stop! Stay away from me!!

Lelouch Come. There’s 10 seconds before it reaches zero.

Robber Stop! Stop it! I don’t want to die!!

Lelouch 3… 2… 1…

Suzaku slips in and knocks the robber out much to Kallen’s surprise.

Suzaku Are you alright, Kallen?

Kallen Ye- Yeah… Suzaku… When did you sneak in behind him?

Suzaku Lelouch drew his attention away so it was simple. Can you stand?

Kallen Than-

A gunshot is heard.

Boss I ordered you not to move.

Lelouch Oh? You’re pretty fast. You’re returned earlier than I had calculated.

Boss Shut up! Don’t you see I’m holding a rifle?

Suzaku Surrender. If you do it now, your punishment can still be lightened.

Kallen Suzaku, it won’t get through to him.

Suzaku Don’t worry. Leave it to me.

Suzaku starts walking towards the boss.

Now, throw away your gun!

Boss Stop right there!

Suzaku It’s no use to do that.

Boss Looks like you won’t understand if there aren’t any deaths. Take this!

The boss shoots but Suzaku dodges and rushes in at high speed.

Kallen He dodged the bullet!

Suzaku knocks down the boss.

Suzaku I am Suzaku Kururugi, a Warrant Officer of the Britannia. I hereby restrain you for robbery and attempted murder.

Boss This… This can’t be happening…

Suzaku I’m not afraid of guns when there are no hostages.

Lelouch Hmph. The third reason is Suzaku Kururugi is right here.

Sirens are heard.

Kallen Ummm… Thanks for saving me.

Suzaku You did well. I can’t believe you spoke back to the robbers…

Lelouch Even though you’re just a weak young lady.

Kallen Huh? Oh, I was just… Er, that is…

Suzaku Kallen, are you alright?

Lelouch We should be asking if you’re alright. It was too reckless of you going up against people with guns.

Suzaku You too, Lelouch… Bluffing like that was too dangerous. If I hadn’t sneaked in, what were you going to do?

Kallen Huh? You two didn’t have it all planned?

Lelouch Not at all.

Suzaku Lelouch made his own moves.

Kallen And you still managed to overcome them…

Lelouch You were there after all, Suzaku.

Suzaku replies sarcastically.

Suzaku Thanks for thinking I’m such a reliable person. But you were wrong about the third reason.

Lelouch I was?

Suzaku Yes. It wasn’t because I was there. It was because were both there right? Lelouch.

End of Track 1

Track 2 – Code Geass YamaYama of the Rebellion Deluxe Special

The two Seiyuus behind Lelouch and Rivalz, Jun Fukuyama and Noriaki Sugiyama are taking part in this special in a recording room. Just as they are making fun of there own characters, Lelouch breaks into the recording room. He is not happy about them ruining his image. The two Seiyuus don’t know who he is until they learn he used his left eye. Lelouch uses his Geass, ordering them to go reflect on their “sin” and takes over the show to redeem his image.

Lelouch calls in Rivalz who looks over at the two “sinners” and admires Sugiyama who plays his role. On the other hand, he doesn’t think too much of Fukuyama.

Lelouch:“Rivalz, hurry up and sit down over here.”

Rivalz:“Ah right.”

Sits down and gets hit by Lelouch.

Rivalz:“Hey! What did you do that for?”

Lelouch:“I don’t know why but… I suddenly got really annoyed.”

Rivalz:“What is wrong with you?”

Lelouch:“Hurry up and put us on air.”

Rivalz:“Why me?”

Lelouch:“I don’t know how to operate a radio show.”

The show begins.

End of Track 2

Track 3 – Code Geass YamaYama of the Rebellion Deluxe Special

And so, the “YamaYama” show begins.

Lelouch:“Wait! What is this “YamaYama”? I don’t understand the reason behind it.”

Rivalz:“Well you see, I think they’re putting the “Yama” in Fukuyama and Sugiyama’s names together to come up with “YamaYama”.

Lelouch:“Then we must change the title. We don’t have the characters “Yama” in either of our names.”

Rivalz:“Then what shall we do with it?”

Lelouch:“Hmmm, yes. We both have a “ru” in our names, the “ru” in Lelouch and the “ru” in your name “Karudemondo” so we’ll call it the “Rebellion of Lulu”.

Rivalz:“Ugh… You don’t have any taste in naming do you?”

The two goes onto introducing themselves and then starts reading out a fan letter that begins with “To the one named Yama”. Lelouch interrupts because he finds the addressing strange. Rivalz explains it’s just a pen name and continues. The letter asks about how to keep a room clean. Rivalz passes the question over to Lelouch since his room is so clean.

Lelouch:“Ah yes, if I have any litter I clean it out immediately. After using anything, I put them back in place otherwise I don’t feel right.”

Rivalz:“So your room is always super clean and tidy?”

Lelouch:“No, my room hasn’t been like that lately really.”

Rivalz:“Huh? Why?”

Lelouch:“There’s a messysomeonein my room.”

Rivalz:“Who? Nunnally?”

Lelouch:“No, not Nunnally. This someone messes around with my textbooks, uses stuff without my permission then leaves them lying around. Thanks to this someone I just can’t clean up my room anymore. And, this someone gives me the look as if I should be the one doing the tidying up afterwards! Just thinking about it annoys me…!”

Rivalz talks about a ghost in Area 11 but Lelouch says the someone isn’t as fun as that. The “someone” is just destitute. Just then the phone rings.

Rivalz:“Hey, a call.”

Lelouch picks up his phone.

Lelouch:“It’s me.”

Rivalz:“Hey, we’re in the middle of a programme here you know…”

Lelouch:“C.C.?! You were listening?!”

Rivalz:“Looks like we’ve just had an accident on our live show!”

Lelouch:“Silence! What’s wrong with telling them the truth!”

He hangs up. Rivalz try to ask who it was but Lelouch ignores it and decides to move on.

End of Track 3

Track 4 – Ashford Academy, The Boys Changing Room

Lelouch and Rivalz goes into a corner of the school where students can shout out their secrets and anything that annoys them into a locker. Lelouch thinks it would be a good idea to hide a listening device to gather information. Rivalz stops him.

After releasing all his woes into the locker which including how he doesn’t want to join an event with primary school kids again or be called the “leader of justice”, Lelouch wants to take the locker home. But once again Rivalz stops him because it belongs to everyone. Just then, Lelouch’s phone rings again.

Lelouch:“You’re annoying me.”

Rivalz:“Oooo, sounds like a girl’s voice!”

Lelouch:“The shouts have nothing to do with me!”

Rivalz:“Getting pretty emotional aren’t we?”

Lelouch:“Shut up! Go eat your pizza or something!”

He hangs up. Rivalz teases him about picking up the phone all the time during work. Lelouch tells him the call demands that they stop their stupid shouting activity. Rivalz isn’t happy to hear that and is annoyed at the girl who called. He starts pretending to be having a conversation with the “mystery” girl.

Rivalz:“So, why do you have such a rebellious personality? Oh, because you’re a friend of Lelouch’s huh! Ah, I seeeeee now!”

Phone rings but it’s an e-mail for Rivalz.

Rivalz:“Hey, a message for me! Lets see… I will make Rivalz pay for insulting me… What the-!!”

End of Track Four

Track 5 – Ashford Academy

The show ends and Rivals and Lelouch reminds fans that they can listen to the Code Geass YamaYama DX show every Saturday from 2:30AM on Bunka Radio or Kansai Radio, JOQR.

Translation by Xcomp

That's about it for this Special sound episode, I personally really enjoyed it and I hope for those who didn't knew about it, it will be the same. With this one we are fully done with season 1 sound episode, so we'll move to the R2 Sound Drama in the next post.

[holistichiatus]

I am so endlessly endeared by your Drifter, both in general and when holding hands with Chipper. I don't know how open you are to rambling about your OC stuff, but if you are, please consider this a request to share whatever you feel like in the moment!

AAAHH thank you >///<

i'm happy other ppl like him even though most of the lore i've shared abt him is just that he and chipper kiss lol

i'm still writing his story but he's just a chill dadguy and kinda like an uncle to the ventkids.

he witnessed The Horrors in duviri and more when he came out and found himself in the middle of the new war. managed to come out ok thanks to the baruuk and vauban prime that kept showing up in the cave, though vauban didn't recognize him during the end of new war. he is still very socially awkward and doesn't take much to piss him off but he's made progress on not exploding. Anger spirals are the longest for him.

he isn't super outgoing but he's a good listener as long as you don't talk down to him and he has absorbed a lot of tidbits about various subjects. really enjoys hanging out with Khal and Ticker.

He has a weird relationship with Op Tam. They get along, but since their timeline split way back with mitw's offer they have a lot of differences. they both feel more like an uncle and nephew, but they're more similar than they realize. they both have a lot of the same values and flaws, but my favourite similarity is that Drifter Tam has white streaks in his beard that mirror Op Tam's void scarring :]

between him and chipper, he's the responsible one lol

[elvenbeard]

Oooouuuggghhhhh

Why is there so much death and betrayal in this Spy Thriller (TM), huh? Can someone explain maybe??

Also....

istfg, in my last plathrough post, when I said "huh, I wonder if a netrunner could specifially target the Blackwall to open it up only for one specific AI" etc etc.....

I swear I didn't know *this* was lined up xD Fucking hell Songbird, what are you doing?? I love playing this with a high INT character (maxed Vince out to 20 right at the start of the expansion, I'm loving all the netrunning dialogues :D) aaaaahhhhh... So, fun times... if we don't save Songbird, we get what the Pacifica Voodoo Boys have tried to work towards, in one way or another. HHHHHH.

Also... öakjshdfasf I love how during every single conversation that happens during the main questline so far with a main NPC, every time without fail... Reed has been missing out on mentioning an important detail. Fuck XD I love him, but my (and V's) little trust in him is slowly beginning to fade. Like, I love him as a character, he seems really pragmatic and ruthless and everything down that alley to me atm, a real badass, weathered special agent that has seen some shit. But yeah... super badass special agent that will do *everything* that's necessary, including taking out people that could be a liability later. Got a feeling V is currently on that list too and just as much a means to an end to him as the other way around. So, fitting, one more thing they have in common XD

Also, I love Alex like hhhhhhhhh her design is so good, I hope there's gonna be much more of her! I loved Slider sm too, like... Man. Please no spoilers, he died after getting in touch with Songbird, and I wonder if there's a way to save him, but I don't have a good track record with saving anyone in this dlc so far XD Got Paco killed on the first try and was so upset about it I reloaded cause, yeah... made a bad choice. Aaron is dead, too, Jacob and Tucker (was it Tucker aaahh... I'm not sure, the two randos hanging out with Myers) are most likely dead by Reed's or someone else's hand... Not looking too good really xD

And again I gotta swoon about the beauty of Dogtown's level design like... I cannot wrap my head around what the Stacks remind me of, so many vibes all coming together, I love it so so much. So much of this district's size comes through the height of the buildings and terrain and all the ways to climb up and down, so many stairs and secret rooftop gyms, it's amazing. Vince also danced at some random backalley partys, that was fun xD (I literally walked up and was like "aw, I wanna dance, too..." and then the *dance* prompt came up xD so I had to)

So, next stop... Kurt Hansen's big party I guess o.o After finishing some more work for Mr. Hands! His gigs are so cool too, like, I only played two so far (the clinic in the church and the other voodoo boy hideout) and man, there's such good stories to them beneath the surface! Can't wait to see the rest o.o

And, finally:

I found the pants the V in the Phantom Liberty Tour was wearing :DDD Or rather, it's a unitard xDD But still, I squealed XD Got a fitting jacket, but don't really have any fitting shoes, so I'll keep my eyes peeled for that xD I'll play all night tomorrow if nothing comes up, let's see how far I'll get o.o

[missmonsters2]

SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED IN SUCH LITTLE TIME JANEJAWQENQWJE AAAHH VANNNN.

I talked to her. I mean I approachjerd her. And she smiled and oh my fucking god how can you have such a precious smile please explain me and I just stood there like an idiot bECAUSE AGAIN I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TALK. I STRUGGLED SO MUCH VAN I swear I might just cry because it was so damn embarrassing. But she was so patient and sweet and didn't mind that I stuttered every three seconds or couldn't properly pronounce a single word because of that damn smile and she said that sure, she'd like that. AJWEJQ AND I JUST ASKED HER OUT. CAUSE MAN I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME BUT SHE WAS SO AJEIQAWEQWEWQK. AND WHAT AM I GOING TO DO BECAUSE SHE ACTUALLY SAID YES AND THAT DAMN SMILE AND I'M GOING TO FUCKING CONVULSE BECAUSE- MAN. Man I can't. I completely lost my shit. Van, wHAT AM I GOING TO DO. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HAVE DATES. I'M FUCKING TWENTY AND I NEVER HAD A DATE. VAN WHAT AM I GOING TO DO. I'm a ffucking eremite Van, how am I supposed to do this

I thought maybe watch a movie? I know that's so KAQE idk, cliche, maybe? but I think watching movies is such a good idea for starters, to get to know what she likes and stuff, and at the same time that will mean I don't have to speak much, mostly listen, aND THAT'S GOOD BECAUSE I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO SPEAK TO HER. Van djqwjejw she was so damn sweet, she was so so patient I swear I had like a literal stroke right there again because she's just so precious I can'tw. I thought that maybe we could, I don't know, watch them in my place, you know? but I don't want to make her uncomfortable? maybe she would actually like to go out, you know? I want to ask her but at the same time right now she's doing her workout while I do mine and we just spoke and I just can't speak to her again OK JWEJQWJEK. I guess I'll text her later? btw, where's my mirror mirror chapter? how are you doing today? did you actually sleep????

VAN I'M SO DOWN BADJAQWNEQWE help me

AHHHHHH IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP FOR YOU. I'm so proud you somehow got the words out even though I have no idea what you said to her and it sounds like you also don't know LMFAOO BUT IT WORKKED

She sounds so sweet 😭😭

OKAOYKAY IT'S OKAY I CAN HELP YOU PLAN A DATE. I THINK. I HAVE SOME EXPERIENCE LMFAO

Me, personally, I'm not a fan of watching a movie on the first date. Mostly because it's 2 hours of sitting in silence when I prefer to talk to get to know them better. Unless there's a movie you both REALLY want to watch and are excited over, I would say no to a movie. I also feel like watching a movie at someone's house lowkey puts a vibe out you're looking to do other things during a movie, and if that's the vibe, i support y'all!

I would try to scope out the vibe to see how she would feel about being at your place on the first date? I just actually ended things with this guy I was seeing cuz he kept trying to get me over to his place when I said I wasn't comfortable for the first few dates. But then again, I don't trust men and I think I hate them so LMFAO that's for me to unpack LOL

But this other girl I'm talking to is also not comfortable being at her place or mine for the first few dates. I think it just depends on the vibe and if you ask. It might be different since she's known you a while at the gym already.

Here are some first dates i've planned (btw there should always be food involved prior or after an activity LOL)

picnic in the park & painting. i've bought cheap paint supplies from the dollar tree or walmart

Lunch, digestion walk through a nice park/trail (whatever is in your area) and ice cream

pottery painting places if you have them!

I've done cocktail themed bar nights but idk if 20 is the legal drinking age where you are LOL

Escape room & dinner

I generally just try to see what activities or events are going on in my area.

If she's comfortable being at your place on the first date, you can see about the movie, but I'd plan to either order food in or make something for her depending on your cooking skills LOL also make mocktails together (if y'all can't drink or if y'all just don't like drinking).

I've done board games at a girl's house before and that was super fun!

I wish you luck my friend!!

Also the update is in 3 hours!!! 😱😱😱😱😱

[electronic-elevator]

tags: overstimulation, afab!reader, sub!Damien, strap on sex, multiple orgasms, size kink, anal gaping, butt plug

summary: Damien’s lost count of the times he’s been made to cum; lost rational thought entirely to the pain-pleasure of overstimulation and your massive strap wrecking his hole.

“Fuck, oh god, fffaaaahhhhhh, pl-pl- I’m, I, I— aaaaAAAAA—” Damien practically screamed your name, losing himself to what must’ve been his sixth orgasm of the night.

You held him close to your chest as he writhed. When you pressed a kiss to his neck, you tasted the salt of his sweat. Despite his complete overwhelm, you didn’t so much as slow down, instead pounding into him as hard as you could — although, wielding a strap of this size was no easy feat.

His shuddering breaths sounded like sobs as he mumbled your name, over and over and over.

“Gonna cum inside you,” you growled. “Then I’m going to plug you up.”

“Please,” he practically mewled. You could tell you’d drained him of all energy but still he begged for it, to be filled up.

“You want it?”

“Please,” he whined again.

“Fuck, Damien, you’re gorgeous. You’re mine.”

“Uh-huh, cum in me,” he pleaded, squirming under you.

You fiddled with the strap, finally having to slow down a bit as you released the lube into Damien. Of course, it wasn’t really your cum, but as a small consolation prize you could use so much more than you could have organically pumped inside him.

“Aaahh,” Damien breathed as he felt it entering him, pressing himself back, taking the strap all the way. You couldn’t help but growl again, rubbing his arched back. “Mmmmm.”

“You’re fucking beautiful, Damien.”

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled absentmindedly, making you smile.

“Stay there,” you instructed, pressing down a little between his shoulder blades.

You pulled out of him slowly, drawing another whimper from his lips. Lube dripped out of him — you’d used a generous amount to start, and after fucking him long and hard for the better part of the evening, he was so loose he couldn’t hope to keep what you’d poured into him inside without help.

He whined at the feeling, shifting his hips, tipping himself even further forward. “Need to keep it, please.”

“Shhhh, darling, don’t worry,” you murmured, retrieving his plug. You teased it at his loose hole for a moment before pushing it inside, where it came to rest. “There you go. All yours.”

“Thank you,” Damien said in a sigh of relief, sagging back onto the bed.

“Lay down,” you whispered, practically prowling the length of the bed to curl up beside him.

Damien rolled to face you, revealing his stomach coated in his own cum and the shiny wet patch on the bed below him where he’d writhed. “I made a mess,” he murmured almost thoughtfully. His thighs were also slick and shiny with fluids, both real and synthetic.

You would not force him through a seventh round, but dear god he looked delectable — now hazy and unfocused, exhausted but with a small thoroughly satisfied smile.

“Damien, do you know how beautiful you are?”

He blushed a little, letting you know he was headed back to earth.

“You are. So beautiful,” you murmured as you moved to clean him up. You weren’t letting him leave. He was going to stay here with your cum inside him, with the plug providing what his ruined hole couldn’t. You were going to clean him up, going to bring him some food to refuel after what you’d taken out of him, but keep him here to rest.

“I love you,” Damien said.

You paused your careful work long enough to press your lips to his in a rough kiss. “I love you, too.”

[maguro13-2]

Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt. 14 ~

Maka Albarn : So...cold. I need something to drink. Need water...need water. (grabs lanterns) Haven't been drinking in 15 years...what are the reasons that I came back to the reaper's castle?

[Fakery Way - Fumie Kumatani]

Maka Albarn : There's gotta be some light over here. Good thing I have this lantern brought. I really need a drink of water. I could go for a midnight snack. I really gotta get that glass of water! I need something to get my throat cleared out! Is there applesauce in the castle? [hears footsteps] Huh? Who's there? (sees a light coming from the hallway) Oh no! The guards! Better think of something. I only needed a glass of water. Please, don't tell the reaper that I'm out of my room. Oh please, don't get me caught in the middle of the night.

Moirai Albarn : Need a glass of water, sister?

Maka Albarn : AAAHH!!!

Moirai Albarn : Here, the reaper offered you a glass of water. This is a fresh one, so don't even drink the tap one, it will give cases of Montezuma's revenge.

Maka Albarn : Oh thank you, sister. (takes glass of water) I always needed a drink of my own. You see, I haven't been drinking or eating since the reaper given me all the exquisite food for us to eat, and I would generally be pleasing you for...Eh? (the relfection of the water shows Maka's hair color has turned red) *gasped* My...My hair! How...*LANTERN BREAKS!* How did this happened? My hair...it looks just exactly like my...

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Your father's hair color. it matches the red side of the Phantonian colors, red and white. Your human cells and Phantonian cells are somehow that you are a descendant of the Phantonian race, when you are born with the human blood, both the human blood and the Phantoian blood have shared a traits within in your genes. Both the human cells and the Phanto cells have become one hybrid that is stronger and deadly. When it becomes a ferocious creatur, it attacks and hunger for the flesh and blood, even a million souls will be all devoured by "It".

Maka Albarn : So, are you saying that I'm actually half-human and half-Phanto? So I'm just part of my other father's. Maybe you are right, I did given blood of an alien race, so not I'm not a weapon after all, I'm still human and that's why I destroyed the population of Japan. Where did living on earth gone wrong, but my life was saved when Makoto saved me from ever going into more destruction. People picked on me when I was four years old and I never felt that I was bullied for not being a heroic person, nobody would believe me or my teachers disbelieve me that I did something wrong. I was the only child that Makoto ever wanted. He was the masked boy that changed my entire life, I only get my chance to meet him again one day after he survived the explosion that I caused. But I never expected that Makoto was still linked to my heart, I am the Meister alright, I am Maka Albarn, not a puppet to the Kusakabe's will.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : In case you haven't noticed. I heard the deathless girl Seto from Needless informed me that there is something amiss from Soul World. It appears that we found another charlatan that is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Maka Albarn : !?...W...Wolf in sheep's in clothing? Who could that be?

Grim (Metal Sonic) : We discovered that we found something from the newspaper that was delivered from Mamimi's Daily News Letter from Atlanta.

Maka Albarn : Why are you giving something to read at? Is it something on the front page? But I didn't think that it would be so simple that...(realizing, in) Oh no.

[Newspaper : LOCAL MEISTER HAS REVEALED TO BE THE DWMA'S CO-FOUNDER AND SERVANT TO DRACULA]

Maka Albarn : Death the Kid was captured by a crown-wearing ghost and a servant to Dracula was disguising himself as one of the main trio that I never forged with?

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Don't you realize that how painful realizing maybe? It turns our Dracula's servant was stealing the souls of a million heartless and would uses 100 of to power up the ultimate weapon, Deathscythe. The name of that giant robot piloted by this young fella, Duo Maxwell. Seto was spreading the truth to the public and Majo Queen/Future mayor of Salem, Mabaa, will not be smiling when she hears about this.

Moirai Albarn : Indeed. If Ashley knew about this, what will she be proud of if her people would hear the truth from the school? So that is the reason that Kimial herself is going undercover as a meister, or perhaps that she is another of the Shattered Meister. All the Demon Weapons were part of an alchemical research forbidden by the truth and that research was the ultimate taboo to thinking that the demon weapons were created by magic, but it was science all along. And the many suggestions that the Gorgon Sisters, the evil witch trio were just a bunch foolish witches who only wanted to end their jealousy and created the heartless of their selves, this resulted them of becoming the worst to Witchkind and the most hated villains of the school that tries to overthrow both the Kusakabe and the Kasugatani.

Maka Albarn : And I guess there was never a Gorgon Bloodline. There was no Medusa's faction, no Arachnophobia, or the Traitors led by Shaula Gorgon herself. Crona was nothing more than a fool to that kind of family. The idiot author back at the company had us overdosing a villain's development, making Medusa the cold-blooded and heartless villain that no hero would ever entrusted with! But we couldn't let anyone know if Inky Albarn knew that the Evil Witch sisters weren't evil at all. They were only a bunch of wanted criminals that the school ordered to battle with! I thought Medusa was the archnemesis that I once knew, but I gave that up all because of this Crona kid that I was obsessed with! Crona this, Crona that, why I did fell another person that...That I don't know where does my heart belong to!? Why do i feel empty inside and not knowing who is my lover, what person did I fell in love for, i'm in a love triangle, aren't I?

Moirai Albarn : Well, yeah. Sort of like that. I bet that your heart belongs to the masked boy who saved your life from ever going into destruction, that brings you with joyfully glee and to think that the world of Real World AU is a place where we all needed to wake up from fantasy.

??? : And that is what makes you very touching. You are currently right about that, the girl's heart does belong to that pesky Phantom boy! That would make a romantic story for such power of a meister like you!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Oh great! It's that genie of the lamp, Erazor Djinn.

[It Has Come to This - Runblebee, Kenichi Tokoi]

Moirai Albarn : Huh? Erazor Djinn you say?

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Yes. This is the one that sented the Shaula Gorgon imposter that he used the traitors to bring terrorism on the U.S state of Nevada and is responsible for using Shaula's faction as a front. The Traitors were the noble warriors that Erazor needed an organization to smite the devil's legacy. It was a part of his plan to doom Real World AU. So that's why Shaula Gorgon pretended to think that Tsugumi killed her in her part of the story.

Moirai Albarn : You mean Erazor ordered her "heartless" to destroy the legacy? [To Erazor] Hey, Aladdin knock off! How on earth can you do such a thing like this or like that!? You set Shaula Gorgon's faction up, you're the one who sent her heartless to destroy the Kusakabe's legacy! You're the one who got Mai Thi Hoang involved! You either just be stupid or insane! How can you do this to Shinra's legacy!? This is the reason I hate the world of Soul Eater, it's because of the lying wasn't it!?

Erazor Djinn : So what? Maybe I did a little about four years before that filfthy rat come to the Arabian Nights and to put me back into that lamp that I was trapped inside as I was in the days old! I give you a cutback guaranteed! A simple lie that I had to make Shaula Gorgon escape her imprisonment and then had to make her go into hiding to pretend that she died so that she can make it safely to reunite with the two of her sisters.

(WHOOSH+CLANG!)

Grim (Metal Sonic) : You lied to Shaula Gorgon to think she was dead after the real one went into hiding?! What's gonna happen to the Real World is that darkness may overcome and cover the planet in a bad future that we must prevent! If that happens to Real World AU, all of humanity and the witches will be in the greatest despair of their lives! And what it makes sound clearly that the story of Soul Eater have nothing to do with hearts!? Why does it have to be about...Just souls! The story of Soul World or Eater itself is nothing but false! A crazy story made up by the inhabitants of Real World AU doesn't make any sense to the many stories that every hero and villain wants to be part of it! Everyone needs a story of their own that is true, and not a false one!

Erazor Djinn : You think you're so gullible that you even think about life and death, and shall ring out the likes of the reaper from ever getting out my reach of the Seven World Rings from the reaches of Parasites like them!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : You offer a hero's story for seven world rings. What does that have to do with complete a story to collect those Seven Worlds Rings, ones that are equivalent to the Seven Chaos Emeralds? Seven World Rings will make the hero of the story to become a godlike superhero, those who possessed the Seven Rings in Hand will be the ultimate Superhero there is!

Erazor Djinn : You are very lucky indeed, Grim the Reaper. When all the Seven World Rings are in hand, I shall make the hero sacrifice the only story is ever needed to be complete and when it reaches the end of his or her tale, the story will be concluded when all Seven of them are in hand!. (magically teleports away)

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Heh. Right back at ya, Genie!

Moirai Albarn : So. The Seven World Rings, seven mystical objects that make everyone stories as their own hearts, and when all seven of them are in hand, the godlike warrior will be born into becoming the ultimate superhero! The hero would be strong enough to beat a villain in a godly complex. I just got the latest research from the Arabian Nights from Sonic's House. On this page, this is the Godlike warrior that when all seven world rings are in hand, the hero will become a superhero and defeat the ultimate evil for good, The ultimate superhero himself, Darkspine.

Maka Albarn : Excellent deduction, sister. Darkspine. What a cool name for a superhero. I wonder who will it be. And last but not least, the blue blur himself would make him Darkspine as well. Seven Rings in hand will make the hero reach his or her tale to the end.

(scene cuts pitch black then Sonic appears coming out of the Iris Shot)

Sonic : And I told you, I'm not a rat! I'm a hedgehog! (pops back in)

~ Act 14 : Seven Rings of the Story ~

[krunchymunchy]

I'd tap on the keyboard, entering my password. "Greetings, Lieutenant Grey." the terminal had written on the monitor, now having access to the logs. I'd continue to tap while accessing the logs, specifically the 911 calls from day zero, AUG 16, 2040 I'd hover the mouse over to the logs and clicked on the MP3 of CALL 987888109-1, I'd click play. "Dallas 9-1-1, do you require Police, Fire, or Medical?" "I need an officer, please. Some guy is just running in the street, he looks like he hasn't seen the sun in fuckin' years; Probably on drugs" "What's the location of your emergency, sir?" "It's at South Harword Street, nearest cross-street is Corinth." "Alright, remain on the line as I dispatch an officer to your area." "Alri- Hey hey what the fuck? He just ran into a fucking car!" Muffled screaming could be heard, all I could make out is "If he good, bro?" "Sir, do you need medical as well?" "I think so becau- Holy fucking shit he's eating him!" "Sorry sir could you repeat that? You said he's eating him?" "Yeah! He just ripped into the drivers fucking throat! Holy fucking shit should I do something?!" "Remain calm sir, back up from the situation and wait until police respond." "Dude he's getting up, he has so much fucking blood on him! How is he even alive? He should be injured badly from that crash, he was going at least forty!" "Sir Please just keep yourself away from the scene until police arrive." "I think I hear the sirens now, but- Hey hey dude back the fuck up! I said back up!" "Sir are you alright?" "He's walking towards me like some fucking lunatic! Hey dude fuck off! I have the cops on the line, they're gonna fucking shoot you if you continue to come at me!" "Sir police response is less than a minute away" "Good bec- AAAHH" the phone fell, the only thing you could hear was the tearing of flesh and screaming. "Sir are you okay? Officers should be on scene now. Can you hear me?" The call abruptly ended, shortly after you could hear tires screeching and shouting, probably from the officers. I moved the mouse and closed the file, sighing to myself as I put my fingers on the bridge of my nose. I wiped my face as I looked around, obviously no one was here, it's been two weeks since that call. I scrolled through the files of call logs, tens of thousands of calls just from that day, and that only ended because the phone lines went down shortly went out after a few hours later. I sat back up and stretched, feeling my back pop as I sighed; I'm really too old for this fucking shit, I thought to myself. I grabbed my shotgun and went into the armory, I grabbed my key and opened it, shockingly no one had entered since day one, and all the gear was still there. I grabbed a couple boxes of shells and left, leaving the armory unlocked for some poor soul to wander into and find himself a huge pay day. Not like I was going to need it anyway, the only reason I came down here was to get enough ammo for my judgement day; At least that's what I've heard other people call it. I loaded the shells into the drum mag and loaded it in. Found this AA12 in some poor dead bastards car awhile back, so I figured if he ain't using it, I might as well use it. I grabbed the keys to the stations cars and pressed the unlock button, finding which car it unlocked. I found it and tossed my shotgun to the passenger seat, starting the engine. Surprisingly, this cars gas hasn't been syphoned yet, so lucky me I guess. I turned on the radio, hoping someone would answer- but no one did. I radioed just for my amusement "This is Lieutenant Grey, unit 1662, final 10-8, 41. Going code 3 to unknown. For anyone still out there, may God bless you and I send my final goodbyes and prayers for your survival." I hung up the radio as I turned on my lights and sirens. I drove out of the parking lot and into the road, back to that call I first responded to.

[pufferfishguy44]

*taylor swift song title*

yes that’s the title

LI: love interest

MC: maine character

MC-H- hero identity specifically

MC-C- civilian identity specifically

sorry about typos, there will be many

*taylor swift song title*

in which a long standing city superhero must learn how to trust and love after losing many of the people in their life, and living a dual personality for decades

nb/nb

first person/switching perspective

angsty adult is seen breaking up with someone, walking out of the room, jumping out the window and flying/swinging/zooming/kachowing superhumanly away

switch to

mind-numbingly angsty teen is seen losing

parental figure/lover/someone important and absolutely losing it.

flash back and forth from adult to teen until their stories converge into one person, now u have backstory

LETS 👏 DO 👏ABANDONMENT 👏 AND 👏TRUST 👏IISSUUEESS 👏 HELL YEAHH

pt. 2

adult hero with A👏BAN👏DON👏MENT issues is bitter and stuck in their ways. sure nothing is going to change, especially since the death of their soulmate, they’ve lost all hope, becoming more and more brutal in their methods of vanquishing villains and criminals. morally grey, only stopping crime bc they feel its their job

NEW POV enter: well meaning, but clumsy, ND, love interest, who is a new hire at the workplace of the civilian identity. CI=head of big company maybe? high ranking big job bro? possibly assistant to MC-C. bubbly and naïve, but also demonstrates incredible information recognition skill, proves to be cool under pressure, VERY STRONG SENSE OF JUSTICE, biggest fan of MC-H

slowly grows on MC-C, despite annoyance at first

fluff scene, fluff scene, daily routine, fluff scene ALTERNATING POV’S THROUGHOUT

holy shit look LI is cAtChiNg fEeLiNgs and

MC is too, but is super scared and wont admit it. no no no i always hurt ppl, etcetera, im a burden blah blah blah, keeps trying to distance themself yadada bUT LI keeps pushing the two of them closer, even if it’s totally by accident and LI’s just autistic lmao.

PART THREE!!!

LI, finds out the secret identity of MC by accident, confrontation, omg its you aaahh!!! my hero!! holy shit!! MC takes this as disgust (?? gay ppl are dumb dont ask me), panicks and distances themself, and in the panic and lack of control, trauma from losing first love, breaks up and leaves. 😮. noone physically sees them for two, three agonising weeks

LI’s bsf has to listen to this, she’s the bisexual fat POC icon who runs the goddamn world while providing comic relief for you poor sluts out there

annnnd thats the end

just kidding!

angsty angsty angsty angst intensifies, both of them torn up, its my fault its my fault waaah i have the mindset of a 15 year old who failed drivers ed aeaeaeaeaeaeae

MC: mumford & sons i fucked it up this time

LI: youre hot and youre cold youre yes and youre no, but i cant stop loving you oh whoa

youre in and youre out youre up and youre down, but needless to say im hooked. *epic pop-punk ballad*

LI’s perspective:

theyre never coming back theyre never coming back theyre never coming back theyre never coming back theyre never coming back oh shit wait they came back

*apologies*

BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!!

“im so sorry it was all my fault i never should have fallen for you in the first place. i always end up hurting more people than i save. you should forget all about me and go on to live the best life you can. i do nothing but wrong people, please just walk away whilst you can. i-

*gets kissed*

“what are you doing??”

“what you told me to.”

“i said to go live your life!!”

“you are my life”

“why?”

“because i really like you, dummy. was that not obvious??”

“you what?? but all i’ve done- i’m not- you like me??” (a/n: this fuckin teenager)

“of course. i know you havent been perfect, but neither have i. we’re human-“

*look of objection*

“dont start, alien. just because you can kachow around doesnt mean you have to have everything figured out. you need time to figure out how to love again, and im willing to be there for the whole journey, be it the good, the bad or the extraterrestrial.”

achievement unlocked: therapy

montage of fights, and makeups, smut and breakups, both loving with their whole broken souls, each trying to heal the other, until the day they die

post credits scene: we find out LI ran a blog about MC-H’s activity, analysing every fight, rescue and recovery to see the evolution of the hero.

new post about how the MC-H fighting style is much different than anything else theyve seen in the past, maybe the MC-H finally met somebody ;)

and fucking scene jesus christ my wrist hurt and ive been writing over an hour holy shit this was supposed to be a two sentence idea for a plot

[sebsxphia]

aaaaah kricket! my love! oh my goodness, THANK YOU SO MUCH, for your love, support and incredibly kind words! you know how much i adore your reblogs, and are you ready for our annual discussion about this 🤭💗

You’ve done such an amazing job of articulating Little Lamb’s confusion and loneliness and anxiety, and their longing for only Rhett. For him to come save them from this hell they’re trapped in — not knowing that he’s the one who put them there in the first place.. oof it’s so twisted and sad and I’m feeling so many feelings 😭 I just love it!!!

This bit with little lamb trying to call out to him from the freezer gave me CHILLS, your writing is just so visceral and real and I could feel everything that little lamb was feeling

thank you so much my love! 🥹 yes, it’s absolutely something i wanted to continue on the theme of right up until little lamb was dead. their complete and utter naivety to preacher rhett and his actions. to be begging for his help, when he’s the one who’s stuffed them in his freezer, or to be attempting to scream his name, when he’s the one who slit their throat? ooooof. the juxtaposition is so mean.

I love the idea of Spirit In the Sky, this song this had become a thing of comfort to little lamb because it was something that Rhett and them shared, playing throughout their house and hearing Rhett humming it, bringing some comfort to them as they come to the realization of their fate.

And I looved the little detail about the missing persons report on the radio, and little lamb tuning it out only to focus on Rhett, showing how even in death their love for Rhett still clouds their vision as to who he truly is.

yes, yes, yes! exactly that, my love! it’s so ironic and it’s right in their face, but they choose to ignore the signs. because staring with heart eyes at your lover, or reminiscing of sweeter moments with them, is so much easier to deal with, rather then processing their fate.

AND ALL OF THIS JUST !!! AAAHH !! Amazing!! this is POETRY!! The way you were able to take a scene like this and turn it into something beautiful, and showcase that this is Rhett’s way of showing his love for little lamb, and that moment of them understanding that it’s his way of keeping them safe and with him forever, like I seriously cannot commend your writing enough Seb, it’s just amazing.

thank you so, so much my love 🥹 i was really worried about how this would come across, so to hear how you read it and how you saw it, and that you thought it had been turned into something beautiful… is just! it’s music to my ears and i’m so overwhelmed with love for you 🥹💗

Again, this is so heartbreaking, and so tragically beautiful. And such a perfect end to their story.

Once again, Seb, I am absolutely blown away by your talent and your incredible writing. It’s been such a fun and exciting journey reading this beautiful creation of your mind, and I absolutely love everything you’ve done with this series.

I’ve always told you how I can picture this story in my head like a little movie and seeing now how it all comes together, I couldn’t be happier or more impressed, because I really can picture it all so clearly and it’s PERFECTION. And I love that it’s not your typical happy ending, but it’s an ending that feels so right for them and goes to show the different ways that people can view love.

I’m so sorry this turned into a novel, so I’m just gonna finish this off by saying how utterly proud of you I am for completing this series and doing such an amazing job with it, it’s a masterpiece and I enjoyed every single bit of it! 🥹❤️💕❤️💕❤️

just, thank you, thank you, thank YOU so much. what you’ve said about this series, the love and support you’ve constantly given me, it’s been an absolute delight. i’ve always loved your comments on this series and discussing them with you is my absolute highlight! i’m just so pleased that you loved this series and every little detail that came with it, and how you saw it come together like a movie! it still honours me to the highest degree. i’m also so pleased to hear that you enjoyed the ending too, because i think you’re absolutely spot on and it’s what i always wanted to capture, that this isn’t a happy ending, but this is just how they view love.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KRICKET! i hope you know how full my heart is for you, and for your love and support 🥹 mwah mwah mwah! 🥰💗🩷💖🫶🏻✨💐

ptolemaea. | spirit in the basement.

preacher!rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: all you can feel and see is darkness, but someone else is there with you. you pray for your preacher in these desolate times.

￫ word count: 2K.

￫ c/w: heavy religious themes, preacher!rhett abbott, death, love and cannibalism.

￫ a/n: this is it, the last chapter! i’d highly recommend listening to spirit in the sky by norman greenbaum and strangers by ethel cain when reading! i also want to say to every single one of you who have loved and supported this series, thank you, thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. i’m genuinely so proud of this series and please know, that this is never the end either! my inbox is always open for these two! this is part of ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ my main masterlist can be read here! 💌

| previous chapter |

What was this?

What was this feeling?

Your muscles in your calves tensed first on instinct to familiarize yourself with this feeling. They squeezed against something and you tensed them again, in an attempt to push against this something and feel it out.

Your forearms and biceps together repeated the same action and once again, you felt them squeeze against something.

No matter how hard and tight you flexed, or squeezed your muscles, they would not move against this something.

Something was binding you together and as you moved against this feeling, it felt as though invisible ties of fraying rope were twisting and turning over your body. You could feel them contort over your ribs, and tug at your ankles and wrists. Your limbs were glued tightly shut to your body in a position that you couldn’t even fathom to picture. And you were cold. You were so fucking cold.

Throughout all of your winters back in your home town, you don’t ever think you’d felt a chill this cold. It was prickling at your skin and covering you from head to toe. But, although you felt this piercing cold, your body wasn’t shaking like it would back home. You wondered if you were moving at all.

You thought you felt your eyelids blinking against each other in an attempt to try and see this something, but no matter how hard you blinked, your eyes remained open and there was nothing to be seen. It was just black. A black, deep, dark void that consumed your vision and everything you knew to be true.

And then you heard it.

There was a faint hum of music above your head. It was muffled considerably, but you couldn’t mistake that tune for anything else. Spirit In the Sky by Norman Greenbaum entered your hearing and swarmed your head with its familiar lullaby. It was a familiar favorite with yourself and soon after, with Rhett.

Rhett.

The song was still severely muffled, but further muffled creaks and groans contorted above your head. They paced around in an un-predictable pattern, and slowly they started to grow louder and closer to you. The sound cleared up and you recognized them to now be rhythmic patterns of footsteps. They were descending lower and growing louder, but something else came with it.

The low hum of the tune playing above you was turning into a whistle as something, came closer to you.

This was someone whistling the tune.

“R— Rhett?”

Your voice was broken and it croaked out from your throat.

“Rhett!”

You screamed louder with desperation, but your throat felt coarse and torn up.

As you desperately pleaded for Rhett to find you, over and over, you could feel the flesh on your neck tearing with your muscles. Your vocal cords were severed as you screamed.

You came to the deafening conclusion that he couldn’t hear you, as you heard his low drawl draw closer to you and hum out the words, “Never been a sinner, I never sinned. I got a friend in Jesus…”

His voice was so close to you now and he was practically on top of you. A crack of light dawned to your left and widened quickly. The darkness was now cut open above you and, you thought, you blinked furiously as your eyes adapted to the light. It was a dim and flickering light, yet it felt as though you had seen this darkness for your entire life. Your eyes adjusted and they went wide as you finally saw him.

Rhett had heard your pleading prayer.

He had always spoken to you about how you would find yourself in the Garden of Eden with him, therefore this wasn’t right. This wasn’t God’s plan for you, nor it wasn’t Rhett’s plan for you either. Your Preacher had come to save you from whatever horrid Hell this was. You would be safe in his arms again. He would hold you tightly against you, so tight his flesh would mould to yours and you would be tethered for eternity. You needed him, you craved him.

You made another futile attempt at screaming his name, but they fell on deaf ears. Your words never came. And Rhett simply continued to hum out Spirit In the Sky as he looked down at your neatly tied together body, which was frozen solid in your freezer, at the bottom of your basement.

You saw his hunting knife twirl in his slender fingers. You felt a blunt thud! whacked against your body and you were thrown back into the darkness.

You had no idea how long you’d been surrounded by this pitch-black, aching, darkness. The concept of time had all but disappeared with the light you saw your Preacher with. You thought it funny how the dim lightbulb that flickered above his head, silhouetted him like an Angel.

Concepts and things were starting to merge. You got confused and you felt yourself forgetting what time was all together, what your Daddy looked like, where your home was, how to breathe… But, Rhett was what you thought of most.

As you thought of him you could feel your heartbeat quicken in your throat and trail down to your heart itself. His initials of ‘R.A.’ thrummed on your hip bone with it. When you thought of him in this darkness, your body would vibrate and the blood in your veins would fizz.

He always made you feel as though you were coming alive. Every kiss, touch and bruise from his hand during sex, made your flesh come alive. Your hearts were tethered together, with his arteries suffocating yours.

You missed him.

And then you saw him again.

The darkness around you knocked down like bricks, before coming back together and forming a kitchen, specifically your kitchen, that you lived in together.

You were home and Rhett was with you there.

It was a sickly sweet, warmth inside your kitchen and it was just as you had left it. Left it where exactly, you weren’t sure of, but the heat made it feel as though wind was blowing gently along your arms.

Still, Spirit In the Sky played on the antique radio and you remembered how it would play in Rhett’s truck during blistering hot drives to the West, with the wind blowing through his rolled-down windows and onto your arms. You would mumble the lyrics to the tune with your knee bouncing in time. Soon you began to notice how Rhett would hum the tune with you, quietly making it known to you that he loved the song just as much as you did. His slender fingers would tap against the wheel of his truck, or his truck door as his hand stuck outside.

You suddenly felt his fingers tapping against you and you jolted with a spark. You watched him in the kitchen as he seared something with his hands in a sizzling hot pan. That sickly sweet, warmth was all you could feel as it clung to your flesh and stuck you to this particular place.

The song died out faintly on the radio and it followed with the town's local news.

“The missing persons case that has been wracking and worrying the people of Wyoming is causing another wave of paranoia as it’s suspected links to the missing persons cases that recently happened in the state of Florida. At this point, it is only suspected and local authorities are questioning…”

The monotone voice on the radio wasn’t interesting to you. It was drowned out from your ears as you gazed fondly, with an emptiness still behind your eyes, at Rhett. Your heartbeat picked up its pace and thrummed heavily against your rib cage as you watched him still. He was so handsome as he walked over to you, and then by you, reaching out to the cupboard that held your tableware.

His forearms now had small freckles splattered over his skin. You adored how they came up darker in the hotter weather. The fuzz of his arm hair, trailing up to his calloused fingers, had got lighter in the sunlight and you felt it softly brush against your cheek like he would when he’d lean in to tenderly press his lips to yours.

You’d only ever just wanted to be his. When you would kneel by your bed each night in nothing but your thin cotton nightdress, you’d pray to be his. You would beg him through prayer to tell you that you’re his. With your hands clasped so tightly together that your palms became damp, you’d mumble against your flesh, “Can I be yours? I tried to be good, Preacher Abbott. Am I no good? Can I be yours? I tried—”

When he told you that you were finally his, his forehead was pressed to yours through your screen door at the back of your house. His lips fumbled over the mesh material as he spoke and you laughed with pure, undeniable happiness that you were his. Through the small holes in the screen door, his familiar scent mixed with Marlboro Reds blanketed over you and wrapped you up with comfort. His tiny glass bottle of aftershave would always be splashed on his pulse point, just under his jaw, which was now tensing tightly as he chewed.

You watched as he devoured his smoked meal sat in front of him, and suddenly you felt an overwhelming and all-consuming love. You felt loved and protected by him, and you came to understand, like it was the most simple thing on this bountiful Earth, that this was his plan to keep his little lamb safe with him.

As he swallowed you thickly, you could feel his heart beating rapidly. You thought it funny because you never considered yourself tough before.

You felt whole as his heart was beating and intertwined itself with yours again. You were turning in his stomach and making him feel lovesick off of you and your tender flesh.

Tender pieces were still bleeding red and you thought, that Rhett had never looked so handsome when you were all over his mouth. His dog teeth that bit the meat off of your bones, were stained red. He groaned quietly, as he occasionally let his tongue wrap around his calloused fingertips. Doing so, he would smear your blood across your chin. His face was the portrait of a lover's rage.

This feeling was euphoric, in some strange and delightful way. You could never blame him for loving you the way that he did, because you were happiest here and because he would always be tethered to you. You’d never be without your Preacher again. Never alone, or fearful. He could protect you now from any hurt, or pain. This was meant to be and you would always forgive him, because he would always come back to you.

This sensation crept up your body, and you recognized the feeling of Rhett’s large hands running along your fingertips, down your forearm, and then up your biceps and to your shoulders.

You watched as the kitchen fell around you again like bricks, before building themselves back up and Rhett’s board arms were incasing you against his bare chest. You felt warm again, but it wasn’t the sickly, sweet type of warmth you’d experienced in the kitchen. This was instead the comforting warmth of Rhett’s flesh, pressed and moulded against yours.

The bricks came back together, stacking atop one another to form your bedroom in your home, where you lay together. Your hearts pounded against one another and you could finally feel his breathing. You could feel how his lungs expanded steadily below your own. The steady thrum of his pulse that you could feel under his jawline. As you scratched over it, his stubble pricked at your fingertips.

But you knew this was different.

In his basement, you would grow cold. The memory of you to everyone who knew you would simply be restricted to the Polaroids Rhett had of you. And whilst you were torn apart by the dog teeth of Preacher Abbott, you would still wait for him in your bed, in Death.

You felt safe, loved and protected with Rhett as you turned in his stomach, and you were held in his comforting arms. You just prayed that he knew how much you loved him.

But, it’ll be okay.

You can tell him when he gets here.

to my muse, jenna, thank you.

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