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tartppola · 7 months ago

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Stranded in another world, with no hope of going back or any magic to defend themselves with, this is the anecdote of the Ramshackle Prefect Yuulis Crowley's first week in another world called Twisted Wonderland.

warning : mentions of blood & dissection, didn't beta this so :P a/n : happy april fools :D

It was a chilly morning on the Night Raven College campus, and Sam’s first day coming back to the mystery shop. Oh, how he missed the purple overlay of the wallpaper; the diamond skulls and taxonomy and other knick-knacks that seamlessly blend together to form something quite avant-garde. Speaking of knick-knacks, he remembered that his new stock of goods his ‘friends’ salvaged from who knows where should be arriving today, how exciting!

His feet skipped up and about, the keys he spun around his finger chiming as he hummed a happy tune from the Port of Jubilee. Sam wonders what kind of faces the new first years would make the first time they step into the shop, or when they meet his ‘friends’ for the first time.

Just as he was about to make a turn from Main Street, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was a pile of huge boxes at the doorstep, that must be his new goods, but there was something else, or rather, someone else. That someone–young enough to be a first year, but not wearing the school uniform–was waiting by the boxes. No student has ever been to the shop this early, and the school hasn’t allowed any of the local townsfolk to visit, so why?

“Excuse me!” Sam called out, making his way towards them, “I’m flattered that a line is already forming, but opening hours aren’t until lunch time!”

They stared blankly at him the moment he stood right in front of them. They held out a clipboard with a delivery receipt that listed the names of various magical supplies

“I’m here to on behalf of the Headmaster,” Sam barely understood them through their thick accent, “Please double check the receipt and make sure to tell of any errors.”

Since when did the Headmaster hire any couriers.....and one so young at that. Oh well, as long as Crowley’s not breaking any child labor laws, it should be alright, shouldn’t it? The shopkeep noticed that his back grew colder and colder as he went through the new inventory. He stole a small glance at the youth, turning back immediately when he saw how intently their gaze bore through his soul.

“Phew! It’s getting pretty darn cold out here!” The hand that held his keys trembled a bit, “How about we go inside to warm ourselves up a bit?”

He took back his thoughts. This was far from alright.

“--and where do these charms go, Mr.Sam?”

“By the aisle near the grimoires, next to the paper talismans,”

It’s been nearly half an hour of restocking, yet they haven’t left the store. Sam tried his best to breathe through the awkward atmosphere, but the tension was so thick he could harvest it, bottle it up and sell each for 500 madol. If only such a thing was possible, if only.

“Mr.Sam,”

He felt his shadow jump to the ceiling at the sound of their voice.

“What kind of store is this, exactly?”

“Well, since you’ve seen my wares firsthand, should you be able to tell right away?” He put on an air of faux confidence, hoping they wouldn’t notice.

“At first, I thought this was a magic supplies store, but none of them back at home sell dangerous herbs like oleander and wolf’s bane. How did you get a hold of this amount of them anyway?”

“Well, what can I say? There’s only so much exotic ingredients you can grow in the botanical gardens,”

“But, there are also basic necessities like toothpaste and clothes,” They pondered, “Come to think of it, one of the new deliveries was a box of snacks, wasn’t it?”

“That’s what happens when you’re the only tuck shop in one of the most prestigious schools in the world!” He winked, “It wasn’t easy getting ahold of most of the inventory, but you gotta do what you gotta do, don’t you agree?”

A small chuckle escaped their lips, “That’s not a bad mindset for a businessman.”

In the end, no matter how eccentric they initially seemed, a child is still a child. He felt foolish for being so afraid, what could they do when he had his friends by his side?

“By the way,” it was hard to notice how much time passed by, “Shouldn’t you go back to your dorm and change into your uniform? It’s almost time for morning classes.”

“Ah, was Mr.Sam not present during the entrance ceremony? No wonder you didn’t recognize me,”

There was some word on the street about a fiasco happening during this year’s entrance ceremony, something about the halls being lit on fire by a beast? He couldn’t believe it when one of the friends that stayed to guard the shop told him about it.

“I was deemed unworthy to be sorted into a dorm, because I possess no magical capabilities whatsoever. It seems that there was an error during the student selection process,”

“Is that even possible?” his suave expression morphed into worry, “Then, why didn’t the Headmaster send you back home?”

“He tried, but the Mirror of Darkness said something along the lines of ‘The place from whence they came from can’t be found in this world’.

“And so here I am, doing odd jobs and tasks on behalf of the Headmaster, the students and the staff of NRC,” Sam could hear a small sense of pride at their introduction, “I'm more capable than I look, please don’t hesitate to call upon me if you need any assistance.”

Of all the strange things to make their way into his shop, never in a million years would Sam expect an estranged secretary to be one of them, and one that possibly came from another world to boot. He had a feeling that this year was going to be much, much more eventful than any of the years to have come, and he couldn’t wait to see it all unfold.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, little demon,” The shopkeep tipped his hat in a fine, gentlemanly manner, “Make sure to drop by again, ‘till next time!”

The gap of knowledge between the first and second year was indeed a big leap to overcome, Crewel knew how unprepared his puppies were going to be.

But by the Great Seven, oh how much he overestimated them.

The likes of Riddle Rosehearts and Azul Ashengrotto couldn’t possibly make up for the utter incompetence these mutts have, even the students with subpar scores like Savanaclaw’s Ruggie Bucchi and Diasomnia’s Silver looked like geniuses. At best, there are students like Kalim al-Asim, who actually tries, yet their efforts seem to seep out through their ears the moment they leave class, then there’s the unpredictable ones like Floyd Leech.

He remembers how the eel turned in blank test papers, or how he mixes whatever ingredients he finds interesting together, bleeding the chemical supply. 2 days ago, he used up an entire month’s worth of imp spinal fluid during potions class. It’s not as if they were hard to get, but their effects are most potent when freshly harvested. The thought of harvesting it himself made him shudder; sure, he’s seen some grotesque imagery as an alchemy professor, but who knows how long it will take to restock if he made a report to Crowley?

Sigh. Looks like he’ll have to put practical sessions on hold for a while and haggle with Sam.

“Excuse me, is Professor Crewel here?”

The door to the alchemy lab opened, bringing the professor back to reality. Someone he has never seen before let themself in, a plastic bag in hand.

“Stay! I don’t recall allowing anyone without a lab coat to enter….!” Realization kicked in once he got a clearer look, “Huh--so it’s you, the magicless stray that caused a riot in the entrance ceremony.”

The sound of a whip resonated through the room, followed by faint chattering and murmurs from nearby students scrambling away from the alchemy lab.

“Only authorized students and staff are allowed in the lab during school hours, didn’t the Headmaster tell you?”

Most of his students would cower just by hearing his tone grow stern, yet they remained unfazed. Playing bold now are we? Looks like he’ll have to teach them a lesson.

“The Headmaster,” they brought the plastic bag to his chest, “said that the lab’s storage room needed restocking.”

Ah, was that it? Making a child do his job; how much of a slave driver was Crowley? Knowing Crowley’s tardiness, it was probably something he had already spent his paycheck on, although the bottom of the bag was unusually cold.

Curiosity getting the better of the professor, he untied the knot and opened the bag. His face recoiled, from the shock of seeing the contents. Aurora moth’s scales--he had only requested these a few days ago! Not to mention all of that translucent mucus coating the scales, how long ago were these harvested?

“Is there something wrong, Professor?”

Crewel almost forgot about the intruder standing in front of him, “No, it’s just--this is the first time I've seen them so...fresh. The ones Crowley buys usually come preserved in bottles.”

“That may be because I just harvested them this afternoon,” they said nonchalantly.

“You--You what?!” the professor didn’t even try to mask his disgust, “You did this yourself?”

Their head tilted sideways, akin to a confused child.

“The Headmaster said that the locals needed help with pest control, so I’d thought I’d lend a hand, and they let me do whatever I wanted with the moths as payment, ” Despite having experience with that sort, Crewel’s stomach began to swirl, “The Headmaster gave me permission too,”

A scowl grew on his face. Typically a moth would've been killed humanely before their wings were plucked to relax their ligaments, but seeing the mess clinging to the wing's ends, it's clear that they didn't consider such option. He couldn't decide if they had a strong stomach to withstand seeing large bugs squirm underneath them, or an uneducated fool.

“Professor, are you alright? You look exhausted,”

He snapped back to reality that instant, rubbing circles around his temple. Pull yourself together, Crewel, he edged himself, you’ve lost your composure twice already. Maybe he just needed a good serving of raisin butter with wine on the side, or a joyride on his prized car. He glanced back at the dismembered wings, at least he got what he wanted. Still, this has never happened before, perhaps if he could take advantage of this situation….

“Tell me, pup. Since you have...the appropriate experience to harvest wings, how good are you at dissecting imps?”

They pondered for a while. It’s the most animated he’s seen of them, “I suppose I do how to extract fluids, their lymph is a versatile ingredient in many types of salves after all. Although it has been a while since I’ve ever needed to.”

Bingo

“Then, how about spinal fluid?”

It was their turn to be surprised, “I-I’ve never done that on an imp before. Just think of the amount of imps needed to fill a single bottle.”

“Tell you what, pup. Are you interested in a side-job?”

Without giving them a chance to respond, Crewel tossed a few madol and a map of the campus in their direction, “There are some common imps causing trouble in the college lately coming from who knows where. If you can deal with them, I’ll give you the other half of the payment, and of course--.”

He shoved them a basket full of empty test tubes, slinging it over their shoulder, “Fill every single test tube here to the brim before tomorrow's Science Club activity, I won't take no for an answer.”

And with that, they were pushed out of the alchemy lab. Spending their first sleepless night in another world catching imps wasn’t on their bucket list. Sighing heavily, they picked up their feet and staggered.

‘I wanted to creep him out a little,’ they thought, ‘but I ended up being the one getting creeped out.’

For such an important place, why did Crowley’s office have to be in a place so out of reach? For all his years in Night Raven College, Crewel always dreaded sending weekly reports to the Headmaster’s office, he could feel his leg muscles ache as he knocked against the two large gates. He peeked inside the office to look for the Headmaster.

“There you are, professor! What took you so long?”

There he was, sitting cross-legged on his desk as the portraits of the Great Seven floated up and about. Trein was there as well, as cold as usual and showing no sign of fatigue, peering at him as if he could see through everything. Maybe it was because he had a 20 year head start, either way, it was irritating how he was the only disheveled one.

“I don’t know, maybe it was the countless stairs I have to climb every week to submit a report when you can simply hire a secretary to fetch them for you?”

The crow simply smiled, already figuring out a solution to Crewel’s ire, “How has the first week of teaching been for you, professors?”

“I don’t know which is greener, the topiary maze in the Heartslabyul dorm, or the new puppies I’m in charge of,” Crewel shook his head.

“For once, I agree,” the history professor nodded indefinitely, Lucius yawning in his arms, “But that could be said for every first year in the history of NRC.”

Dire nodded, “Seems like everything’s going smoothly then! I shall leave the future of our students in your capable hands!”

Both professors nodded in response, “As you wish, Headmaster.”

“Although, I’d like to inquire about something,” Crewel spoke up before raising his index finger to the large window. From above, the view of the setting sun looming over the campus could be seen, but his finger specifically pointed to Main Street, or rather;the magicless stray walking to the direction of the alchemy lab, with the basket in hand and the direbeast from before by their side.

“What are we going to do about that?”

Without needing to look, Trein simply closed his eyes, “If what the mirror spoke was true, then that child quite literally has no place to go back to. It comes to question how they even ended up here in the first place."

Crowley rubbed his chin. The ultimate decision lies with him, and honestly, there was nothing stopping him from just shirking them off his feathers and leaving them to fend for themselves, along with the cat-beast that terrorized the entrance ceremony.

"It would undoubtedly stain the reputation of our esteemed college if we just kicked them out," the Headmaster groaned, "Oh, why must I be plagued with such problems!"

"Best of luck to you then, Headmaster Crowley," The two professors turned their heels and left Crowley's office with not a care in the world, leaving him with his worries.

The Headmaster leaned against his chair and sighed against the beak of is mask. Dealing with the child was the last thing he wanted to do at this moment, with their odd mannerisms and such, however...

Being unable to return home wasn't an unfamiliar conundrum to the Headmaster.

Perhaps it's his boundless generosity speaking to him, but there was a pang of heavy emotion in his chest that told him he couldn't simply leave that child, Yuulis, alone. Was it guilt? or maybe atonement? Whatever it was, it overrode the rational side of his brain

Dire Crowley was the type of person to judge a book by it's cover, which is why he was surprised how his new errand runner, or rather, the new Ramshackle Prefect was able to hold up better than he expected. The reports he received from the staff members he had tasked them with helping have been amicable, and his workflow was much smoother now that he had divided the more menial tasks to someone else. He had thought he had envoked the wrath of the Great Seven with the mess that was thrown his way, but surely they were more pliant than they initially seemed, and now Crowley had a reliable aide at his beck and call.

That would've been the end of the story if Crowley's worries ended there.

Perhaps it's his intuition as a mage, one that's been sharpened by many years of experience, but there was something off about the Prefect. It was subtle enough for none of the other professors to pick up on it, perhaps not even the prefect the▅self were aware of it, but Crowley co▅ld fe▅▅ it.

The lingering mi▅▅ma ▅▅ p▅rmea▅▅ from ▅▅em, it ▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅ ▅▅▅ M▅▅▅l▅ ▅▅ ▅no▅▅ ▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ , ▅n▅▅d f▅rom the loo▅▅ ▅, if Crowley doesn't get it under control, it might spell disaster for the mages in his beloved college.

They'd succeeded his expectations as a prefect, so why not bestow upon them another act of kindness?

A knock resounded from the door to the Headmaster's office, before creaking open. Under the candles that lit the office dimly, the prefect looked like one of the many ghosts that toiled in the campus.

"Apologies for the delay," they nodded, curtly greeting the Headmaster, "It took a while to convince Professor Trein to let me into the library archives, but I got what you asked for."

"It can't be helped, I suppose. The lecture he gave me that time still rings in my ears," Crowley picked the bundle of files off of Yuulis' hands.

"Rightfully so," the monotone in their voice wavered, "With all due respect, I don't see why what you did was necessary, nor will it benefit you or your reputation, Headmaster."

His fingers intertwined and rested over his mouth, obscuring what's left of his face. A part of him thought that Yuulis wouldn't question his actions, but it seems they had not let their guard down completely. Not that he blamed them--in a world of villains, it's wiser to play your cards right.

"I've made it quite clear that it was a mutual agreement, yes?" he says, "One day, you'll understand, once you've proven that you're worthy of carrying my secrets."

He sauntered towards them, slow and heavy footsteps circling around the prefect, "Besides, don't you want my help? You won't have to isolate yourself anymore, drifting around from place to place, worrying about hurting other people. You'll be able to live a normal life. It'd be easier for me to help you with your more personal matters like this, wouldn't you agree, my dearest nephew?"

It was probably underhanded of him to take advantage of their ignorance, but it's too late for them. The pact has been made, Crowley isn't sure whether Yuulis could feel the invisible link that binds them together as well, but the matching blue vest he gave them, their new surname, was enough to send them the message.

"It's getting late, come now, I'll walk you back to that rickety old--err, Ramshackle dorm," says the headmaster, waiting for Yuulis to trail behind him, like they usually do.

With bated breath, they come to accept their new circumstances. They step closer to the Headmaster.

"As you wish, uncle,"

#happy april fools!!!#yeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhhh #i think i wrote this for twst's first anniversary...time rlly flies lmao #i also changed some stuff from the original.. mostly cus new game info.. & such. and getting a better grasp/having different views on--#the characters #waaaaa #dont think too much on the writing pls...gdghghghg #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #disney twst #twst yuu #dire crowley #divus crewel #twst sam #mozus trein #yuulis crowley

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lexisecretaccx · 8 months ago

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High School Sweethearts pt.5 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Femreader x Chris Sturniolo, sorta fluffy at the start , finally getting smut and happiness for y/n❤️female!receiving, praising, idk what else)

A/n: I wrote this listening to Melanie Martinez😍 I hope u enjoy the cuteness and happiness because it won’t last long what who said that?😨 I’m totally kidding..👀😅 bit of a slightly longer chapter so y/n and Chris can have a part fully just to them

“It’s a date then.” I smile up at him as we walk through the streets of Boston, “I know a place you will love.” Chris smiles and leads me down an alleyway, “you’re not gonna kill me right?” I joke. He looks back and rolls his eyes, before we come out the other side of the alley and we are near a bunch of stores.

“There.” Chris points across the road at a cute little cafe, ��J’adore Coffee’ he looks to me for my reaction and I smile as I notice the red and wooden interior through the window.

“Come on!” Chris pulls me across the road and we enter the cafe, there’s satin curtains tied either side of the window, red wallpaper and wooden panels on the wall. It’s decorated with cute circular tables with white table clothes lined with red and hearts. There’s a lot of fake plants and cute portraits of Paris and other things. The front counter has an open glass revealing an arrangement of all sorts of sweet treats, and to the side are sandwiches and warm savoury foods.

On the counter is a cute little chalk board displaying what food items they have available for lunch. “I love it here Chris.” I whisper as I take in the dangling orb lights and vines on the ceiling, the cafe not too busy except for 3 tables which have people sat up to them. “I knew you would.” He smiles down at me.

“May I help you.” A woman asks, directing my attention to her, she was a middle aged lady wearing a red button up short sleeve shirt and a white apron. “Yes, what do you want to get?” Chris asks me smiling. “Could I have the BLT sandwich please?” I ask the lady politely and she nods her head, “of course sweetie, what about you?” She asks Chris.

“I’ll get the maple waffles please.” The lady nods at Chris and he pays “okay would you like to sit down? We can bring it to y’all.” “Okay thank you.” Me and Chris both say before sitting down at a table against the wall. He sits opposite me. “Only a BLT? They have waffles and pancakes here too.”

“Yeah I’m just not too hungry, but a BLT sounded nice.” I lie, smiling reassuringly to Chris, I was kinda hungry I just didn’t want him to spend too much money. “okay, thank you by the way.” He looks into my eyes, his full of adoration. “For what?” I grin, feeling genuine happiness which I haven’t felt in quite sometime.

“For being here with me, letting me take you on a date, you know. I’m glad we met, not tryna be corny or any shit.” He laughs softly, “thank me falling asleep in class, because then I never would’ve been in detention,” I chuckle “but I’m glad we met too and thank you, you didn’t have to pay.”

“Are you kidding? I would spend any amount of money to be able to be on a date with you.” We both laugh, not too loudly as to not disturb the others enjoying their meals. “That was corny right?” Chris asks me awkwardly, I nod and softly giggle as he also laughs.

“Here you are.” A man puts a tray infront of us, with Chris’ waffles, my BLT and a pot of a maple syrup. “Thanks.” Chris says to the man before he walks away.

We eat our food and laugh and talk and Chris leaves a tip before we leave.

“Let me walk you home.” He looks down at me, “okay thank you Chris.” I smile up to him and he returns the gesture. “Walk here,” he moves me to the inside of the sidewalk. “Such a gentleman.” I half joke and he rolls his eyes, “don’t make it weird y/n.” We laugh.

About 10 minutes pass and we are not far from my house, we are both silent but it’s not an awkward silence more of a comforting one, the only noise is our feet on the concrete and some distant cars and birds tweeting overhead. “My mom’s not gonna be home for at least 4 hours.” I sigh, breaking the silence.

“So you can come in, if you want?” The corners of my mouth softly lift, “yeah of course, school should be ending in a few minutes.” Chris replies as we turn down my street. “My house isn’t the biggest, but it’s just me and my mom so you know.” I shrug. “I’m not gonna judge your house y/n, I’m not an asshole.” He puts his arm around my shoulder for me to feel comforted.

“Evan judged my house.” I whisper, Chris looks at me and rolls his eyes, “Evan is a dick, don’t let him judge anything about you.” He reassures me, “thank you Chris.”

We approach my house, I point it out to Chris, “that’s not bad at all! it’s so nice.” He smiles as we walk up the path, “my mom always makes sure the garden and house are tidy, she’s always cleaning whenever she’s not working.” I laugh as I unlock the door. Chris looks around in awe at the neatness and cosyness of my house.

“This is so cosy what the fuck.” Chris sounds almost surprised, “are you surprised?” I ask. “Yeah you made it seem like it was gonna be really bad, I wouldn’t judge you either way but this is so nice.” He smiles to me. “Oh thanks.” I smile back.

“My rooms up here.” I lead him upstairs into my small hallway containing of three doors, my bedroom, my mother’s, and the bathroom. I open my bedroom door and god am I happy that I tidied my room the other night.

“Woah it’s so..” he looks around.. “girly..” he smirks at my pink and white satin bedsheets and pink wallpaper. “What can I say? 10 year old me picked the wallpaper and I wanted my room to match so I made it work, plus it’s cute.” I turn to face him. “It’s so.. what’s that word, that pink word with the bows and shit.” I let out a small giggle. “Coquette?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” We laugh, “you can sit on the bed.” I sit down patting the bed next to me for Chris to sit next to me.

“So..” Chris says. “So?” I reply, the air around us gets slightly awkward as we sit on my bed. We just look at each other for a moment before I break the tension. “Do you want to kiss me?” I ask lowly. Chris’ eyes widen and he smiles leaning into me “yeah, I didn’t know if you wanted it..” he place his hand onto the side of my face, “of course I do.” I whisper before we bring our lips together.

Instantly our lips connect like a perfect puzzle piece, like our lips were supposed to be together. Slowly the kiss turns into more of a make out as Chris’ tongue slowly makes its way into my mouth and I let him take control. We both understood the rhythm perfectly and it felt so right to kiss him.

His hand made its way down to my thigh as he rubs circles on it, I ignore the growing heat between my thighs, a feeling I’m unfamiliar with. The air is full of lust which replaces the once awkwardness that was there.

“Have you ever..” Chris breaks the kiss to look at me, “ever what?” I whisper. He looks down between my legs at back up at me, “if you’re asking if I’ve ever had sex.. then no, I’ve had chances but, they never felt right.” I swallow nervously. “Okay, just wondering,” he smiles reassuringly, “what about.. uh have you ever done anything, to yourself?” He asks me, trying to figure out what I’m comfortable with.

I nod, “yeah.” I breath. “Do you want me to.. I could help you with, becoming more comfortable, only if you want!” He holds my hand and maintains eye contact. Something feels different when I’m around Chris, like I can trust him, like I want him to.. my dream about him a few nights ago is practically gonna become true.

“Yes.” Is all I reply with. His eyes light up, “really? I can use my fingers first, to make sure you’re fully comfortable with me.” He places a kiss to my forehead, I nod “yes.. please.” I smirk, and Chris looks at me, “I’m proud of you.” He whispers.

I wrap my arms around his and he hugs me back.

“I’m gonna remove these, is that okay?” He looks up at me for consent. He puts his hand at the waistband of my sweatpants, “yes Chris, I want this.” I smile, “if you want me to stop anything I’m doing, just say stop and I will listen straight away I promise.” He nods as he looks into my eyes, his blue eyes piercing through my own eyes.

“I trust you.” I assure him, he pulls down my sweatpants and discards them on my floor. Leaving me in my cami top and red panties, “lay back for me?” Chris asks and I do as he says. He looks at me and I nod before he removes the underwear I had on, “so perfect” he whispers as he kisses my collarbone.

“Can you spread your legs for me?” He asks “okay.” I say quietly, trying to contain my excitement. It feels so right to do this with Chris. He rubs a finger over my heat, causing me to shudder from the sudden sensation, he looks up to me for any signs of discomfort but I’m fine, “so wet already.” He smirks at me, planting a kiss on my neck.

“I’m gonna put a finger in okay? Tell me to stop if you want or if you want more I’ll do it for you, I wanna make you feel good.” He whispers against my skin before planting another kiss, “okay.” He smiles before I feel his finger slide into my velvety walls. I throw my head back in a mix of pleasure and satisfaction from a new feeling, his long fingers are finally gonna be fully inside of me.

He slowly pushes it in further and keeps checking my face to make sure I’m good. He starts to pump him finger in and out of my heat as I let out soft breathy moans, “doing so good for me.” He praises. “More..” I mumble, “you sure?” He asks and I nod.

He slips another finger inside of me, stretching me out and causing me to breathe heavier. He starts to fasten his pace, and i bite my lip to suppress my noises, “no need to stop yourself from moaning, you make such pretty noises, nobody is home remember?” He reassures me and I smile before even more pleasure hits me and I arch my back.

“Such a good girl.” He whispers in my ear, which only makes me more wet. I feel a knot in my stomach tightening, I start to clench around his fingers as they curl just right into my g-spot causing me to moan and breathily whimper. “You’re close hm?” He continues his pace and i nod rapidly, holding back my orgasm as I don’t want the pleasure to end.

“Fuck Chris right there.” I moan, “sound so perfect moaning my name..” he plants a kiss on the sweet spot below my ear, causing me to edge closer to my climax, “cum for me baby.”

I don’t think twice before I moan loudly as the knot snaps and my arousal leaks around his fingers, slowing their pace to ride me through my high. He removes his fingers finally and licks them clean. I lay there breathing heavily, Chris lies next to me and turns to me.

“I’m so proud of you.” He smiles, I turn to him and grab his face before kissing him, “thank you, and thank you for..” I exhale “that.” I smile.

“Let me grab a towel to clean you up okay?” He sits up, “bathroom is the door at the end of the hall, not the one opposite because that’s my mom’s room, I say breathily. “Got it.” He leaves the room and I lay there with a feeling of euphoria.

“I wet one of the pink flannels with your name on it from on the shelf, is that okay?” He leans down to clean up my sensitive entrance. “I need to put bleach or pen on it or something so I know which one to not use on my face.” I laugh softly, “why don’t you just cut the label off this one?” He replies as he finishes cleaning me up and opens my top drawer to find underwear for me, “that’s more reasonable yeah.. get out of my underwear drawer Chris.”

I sit up and cover my face in embarrassment, “my fingers were just inside of you and you’re embarrassed about panties, socks and bras?” He laughs and shakes his head and I realise the stupidity of what I just said.

“Thank you, again.” I smile to him.

A/n: omg first smut of the series yass. How cute is this part? I wanted to include some happy moments, I’m not gonna make anything happen between y/n and Chris dw but without spoiling much there will be upcoming moments where u need the tissues.. ily all tho❤️😥

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fallenangelics · 7 months ago

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Hiding From The Missus

PAIRING | Alastor/Angel Dust

WORD COUNT | 1456

SUMMARY | After seven years of silence, Angel Dust had finally gotten word of a familiar someone showing their face again. Going to where all clues point, he's met with some surprises before finally finding what he had been after.

RATING | Teen And Up Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply, Overlord Angel Dust AU, Established Relationship

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EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | Grabbed By The Chin

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The suit that Angel Dust wore was fitted to the curves and extra arms of his body. Though it wasn’t uncomfortable, as he walked across the pentagram it made him miss the loosness of his favoured dress. It didn’t matter though as he didn’t plan on spending too much time out, just a quick stop by one of the new establishments under the guise of scoping it out before he could return to his luxurious house.

Treading up the small hill near the end of the pentagram, Angel’s eyes fell on the large building at the top of it. Ghosting his eyes across the overly red building, he took in all of the extra renovations it had undertaken, such as the pirate ship that stuck from one side of the building and the radio tower that was spiralling out. His eyes stayed locked on the radio tower for the remainder of his walk, all the way up until he was knocking on the door and could hear the footsteps of someone coming to greet him.

“Hello,” A short blonde woman cheered excitedly as she threw open the door, staring up at Angel with stars in her eyes. Something in the back of Angel’s mind was itching at him, telling him he had seen her face before but he couldn’t quite place a finger on it. “And welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! You’re Angel Dust, the Mafia Demon, right? Are you here to begin your path to redemption?”

“Ehh, not quite,” Angel spoke with as little enthusiasm as he could muster, having seven years of excitement sucked out of him just from the display he witnessed. Deflating slightly, the blonde woman still looked at him with a radiating sense of joy that Angel couldn’t help but wonder where she stored it. “I’m here for other reasons. Think of this as a business opportunity.”

“That’s great,” She exclaimed, shoving the door open wider to invite him in. With a hand reaching out, one of the blonde woman's hands latched onto Angel’s making him flinch back at the sudden contact. It wasn’t every day that people came running at the opportunity to grab onto Angel, not when they realised who he was at least. The woman took his reaction in stride as she beckoned him in, trying to show him the way. “Let me introduce you to our hotelier. He’ll be so happy to meet you.”

“I’m sure he will be,” Angel muttered as he stepped into the hotel for the first time. Taking it all in, just like the outside, there was an excessive amount of red, the colour coating almost every surface. All the furniture and wallpaper was old, fabrics peeling and stuffing spilling out of surfaces. Angel wouldn’t be caught dead staying in a place like this or even wandering near it if he was certain they were harbouring something he was looking for.

“Angel Dust?” A voice called out, sceptic as they called for his attention. Turning to face whoever had caused him, Angel’s face brightened a minuscule amount before he even faced the Sinner, recognising them from their voice alone. Just as every other time Angel has had the pleasure of running into the Sinner, he wore his usual tophat, bow and suspendered pants, all of which were laced in red. “What are you doing here?”

“Just lookin’ for some new investments,” Discarding the blonde woman momentarily, Angel Dust gave his full attention to the much shorter Demon. “Didn’t know I’d find you here, Whiskers.”

“Wait,” Their attention was then pulled away from a new voice, one Angel didn’t recognise this time. Spotting a woman even shorter than Husk adorning a lot of grey and a glare on her features, Angel couldn’t help but sigh as more time was wasted. The scowl on her features twisted as her eyes flicked between them both. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah, he also knows Niff,” Husk supplied for him, filling in the two unnamed girls in the room. Both of them gave him a confused stare, unaware as to how Angel could’ve known the both of them. Just by Angel’s looks alone it was clear that he was well off since coming down to Hell. Trying to connect the dots as to how he had met two Sinners who had sold their souls just wasn’t adding up. “Wait, do you two not know who he is?”

“He’s the Mafia Demon,” The blonde woman repeated, though there was a spec of hesitation in her words now as she examined Angel’s tall figure.

“What?” The shorter one exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in Angel’s calm and put-together appearance. Marching over to the blonde woman, she grabbed onto her arm and pulled her in close, whispering in a shouted way, “You let another Overlord in here, Charlie?”

“He wanted to invest in the hotel, Vaggie,” Angel was guessing Charlie spoke to who she had called Vaggie. Again, the name Charlie rattled around in Angel’s head but he was still yet to put a title to the name or the face. “This could be really good for business if everyone knew we had two Overlords helping out.”

“Or it could scare them all away,” Vaggie rebutted, letting go of Charlie to instead glare at Angel. The heat in her eyes did nothing to get under Angel’s skin, just making the Overlord let out a huff in annoyance as he was subjected to this bickering until Charlie was able to move on with this little tour and take him to the hotelier.

“I don’t think that’s going to matter,” Husk cut in, stopping Vaggie from going even further down this over-paranoid rabbit hole. “Not when he’s Al-”

“What’s all this commotion about?” A static-filled voice sliced through the room, putting an end to any discussions. Chills broke out along Angel’s spine as he turned to face the newcomer to the conversation. Setting his eyes on him, Angel was glad he decided to give this rundown hotel a look since it was in fact harbouring the Sinner he was in search of. “My, what a wonderful visitor we have here.”

“Alastor,” Angel mused, voice sweet and sultry as he left his spot to saunter over to the Radio Demon. The deer smiled up at Angel in a genuine display, the sight blocked by Angel’s being as he got closer. Lifting one of his many hands, he slowly placed it on Alastor’s cheek, giving him time to back up if he needed to. When he didn’t, his head tilting to rest in the gesture, Angel trailed it down to where he was grabbing Alastor’s chin and tilting his head up so their eyes could properly meet. “Smiles… Where the fuck have you been these past seven years?”

In seconds, the sweetness that had been previously wafting around Angel dropped and a cruel and harsher tone took over. Grip tightening on Alastor’s chin to the point where his nail dug into the flesh and almost pierced it with his claws, blood ready to begin bubbling out. One of Alastor’s ears twitched, his smile hardening as he grinned up at Angel, ready to diffuse the situation.

“What’s going on with those two?” Vaggie murmured, pointing an accusing finger at the both of them.

Hearing her voice, Angel let go of Alastor’s chin and instead reached up to grip one of Alastor’s red ears. Pinching down hard, Angel pulled Alastor in step with him as he turned the both of them around to face the small group that was watching their untouching reunion. In a deadpan Angel announced, “He’s my husband.”

“Aww,” Charlie very quickly cooed despite the situation, earning a blare of static from Alastor.

“Why don’t we move this to the privacy of my room, Dear?” Alastor attempted to wiggle his way out of Angel’s grip, one of his tentacles coiling around Angel’s arm to try and yank him off, though Angel stayed strong in not letting Alastor out of his grip.

“Oh, so you made yourself nice and comfy here before tryin’ to track me down to let me know you were back?” Angel scoffed as he pulled on Alastor’s ear tighter, practically shouting into it as he lowered himself to speak into it. “Let me guess, you were gonna go start shit with Vox before even droppin’ by to let me know you weren’t dead.”

Alastor’s response couldn’t be heard as the pair of them were engulfed by shadows, transported to wherever Alastor desired. Behind them, they left two bewildered girls and an amused Husk at seeing his boss get a good yelling at. Sucking a calming breath in that didn’t work in the slightest, Vaggied said, “What. The. Fuck.”

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stoneantler · 1 month ago

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Don't ask me why this matters so much to me but here are my Disco Elysium character apartment headcanons.

Harry: He has a second or third floor apartment what used to be a residential house. He has his own bathroom but there are some people in the building who have to share bathrooms. His apartment overlooks a liquor store where people line up in the morning to buy their first bottles. The shop has a neon sign that stays on all night and keeps Harry up with how bright it is. The lights are made more annoying by the fact that his blinds are broken and he has no curtains. Whoever installed his shower had to have been drunk because the knob for cold water gives him hot water and knob for hot gives him cold. He moved in after he and Dora broke up and he's decided he's going to die in that apartment.

Jean: He's got a basement apartment that receives no sunlight whatsoever. It's on a quiet side street but he does see people's feet going by his barred windows sometimes. His apartment is disgusting and he has a mouse who refuses to die no matter who many traps he puts out. He got the place really thinking that it would be a fresh start, a temporary stop onto bigger things but he got complacent. It just seems too hard to get a new place and he's dug in now. Any time he thinks about moving, calling up Judit or Harry to help him pack, he's overcome with anxiety about how terribly gross his apartment is. He's too busy and too sad to clean it.

Kim: He lives near the top of a eight story "high rise." The whole building runs on one radiator system that's centrally controlled and of course the heat rises to make his apartment sweltering in the middle of the winter. A very old grandmother lived in his apartment before he did so there are some lingering touches from her time there like floral wallpaper in the bathroom and some forgotten doilies that live in a kitchen drawer. The whole apartment is clean, functional, and organized. It's not quite a studio but there's not much differentiation between the spaces. He spends almost all of his time in the kitchen, not necessarily cooking, just sitting at the table reading or going over case files.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #jean vicquemare

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l0stfoster · 2 months ago

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obsidiancreates · 9 months ago

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One Undead To Another (Chapter 11)

Gus sleeps for most of the day, and when he wakes up he immediately calls Father Wesley.

“Gus! What a surprise, how’re you doing?”

“I’m uh… yeah, anyway.”

“Oh. That bad?”

“Father, what do you know about vampires? Specifically how to proof a home against them?”

“Vampires? I’m afraid I’m less versed in vampires than demons, my boy. For one thing, demons are real.”

“Well… how would I keep a demon that acts like a vampire out of my house?”

“Rephrasing it doesn’t change my sphere of knowledge, Gus. However, I would generally advise keeping holy items very near your person. Do you have anything like a rosary necklace?”

“No. I’ll look for one online.”

“Good, good. Now, if you’re truly convinced an unholy creature is out for you, I also advise keeping a bible in every room, and staying far away from any demonic or occult activity or items.”

“Way ahead of you. … Kind of.”

“What else, ahum… I can bless a bottle of water for you over the phone.”

“That works?”

“I don’t see why it shouldn’t.”

“Alright, holy water… now, do you know where to get bedsheets with crosses all over them?”

“Not personally… but I know several of the students here at the university have asked during confession if sleeping on bedsheets with Jesus’s face on them is a sin, so I believe you’ll find what you need online or in specialty shops.”

“Great. Now, let’s talk about the ethics of using bible pages as wallpaper.”

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“God.” Shawn waits. Nothing.

“Oh my go-” Immediate coughing, ash puffing out as he tries to cover his mouth.

“Okay,” he wheezes. He picks up the receipt, his own handwriting now following Gus’s as he adds to the list. He adds Can’t claim God to it. Good thing he doesn’t believe in God anyway. Should he? Probably not. Is Gus going to keep believing in God after all this? The vampire thing is kind of confirming his existence, but the psychic thing is negating it, so… what’s even the deal there?

“Any chance anyone wants to clear that up for me?”

No vision, voices, or Feelings.

“Great. Well, my throat is just about shot.” More than, actually– he’s pretty sure it’s bleeding from how dry it is, especially now. “Any chance I can receive a little divine guidance on how to not kill people and get some blood at the same time? Blood bank doesn’t count, that’s a cop-out and a cliche.”

“... Come on. Give me something to work with. I’m not– I’m not used to being this… this lost, okay? I…”

Died. Made a bad decision, got into a bad situation, and died. No clever last-minute saves, no stalling until Lassie and Jules got there, no sitting in The Blueberry knowing he would store the incident away as Another Fun Anecdote.

He died.

And now he could hurt the people he loves most. And he’s always been reckless, and impulsive, and inconsiderate of consequence, and it’s gotten his loved ones into trouble in the past, but now that trouble is him and it feels…

… It actually feels worryingly normal, just… more present. The little twist, whisper, condemnation in the back of his head whenever something went horribly wrong and everyone else paid for it is stronger now. And that means he should start really listening to it.

But it’s all he’s listening to, apparently. He scoffs. “Fine. I’ll figure it out myself.

He gets on his bike and heads for the Psych office. Sure, he could do his research at home, but he always works better in the office anyway.

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When Juliet wakes up, the first thing she does is call her partner.

“O’Hara?”

“Carlton, how much do either of us know about vampires?”

“I read Dracula once in highschool.”

“That’s what I was afraid of… we’re going to need to either do our own research, or rely on Gus to direct us how to handle this.”

“Way ahead of you, O’Hara.”

“... How?”

“I called McNab to tell him to look for any preserved journals or personal items in the remains of that mansion. By the way, apparently Spencer told the whole department we’re sick.”

“Oh my god, that’s right, he went down there. Did Buzz say anything? Did Shawn act… okay?”

“He said Spencer kept his motorcycle helmet on the whole time and sounded like someone took a sander to his throat.”

“Buzz said that.”

“Well… I’m paraphrasing.”

“Right. Okay, well, hopefully Buzz finds something for us. But we should make a plan for if he doesn’t.”

“How? The only source of information we can actually consider even moderately reliable is whatever that cult left behind.”

“Well, I’m about ninety percent sure that as soon as Gus vampire-proofs his house, he and Shawn will start doing incredibly stupid and dangerous experiments to test what’s real and what’s not.”

“Undoubtedly.”

“We’ll have to offer to help.”

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“Today of all days,” Chief Vick mutters, sorting through files to make room for the one coming in later. “Henry, I know this isn’t exactly in your job description but–”

“I’ll visit the scene, Karen.”

“Thank you. With your son and both of my best detectives out today, we may as well be looking at a cold case without your help. Now, the house burned down is the same one they all visited in connection with the three murders from earlier this week. Lassiter and O’Hara had dismissed the residents as suspects, but in my opinion this feels like some kind of act of revenge. We’ve got a reported six bodies, all burnt to nothing but ash and bones.”

“Ash and bones, huh?” Henry seems to mull something over in his head, pursing his lips and nodding. “Any witness reports?”

“None, it’s a secluded area. Even the road leading up to the driveway is practically abandoned.”

“Why would anyone live in an area like that?”

“Your son thought it was because the group staying there weren’t planning on sticking around for long.”

“Because of the murders.”

“Precisely. You know, I have to say I didn’t understand Lassiter and O’Hara’s hunches, on this one. I think your son was onto something. I I want you keeping an eye out for signs of other foul play while you’re there, anything that suggests these investors weren’t being honest, about their intentions for visiting.”

“Nothing suspicious slips by me, Karen. You know that.”

“Good. Now get going.”

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McNab picks over the remains of the basement, eyes wide as he pulls out another horror-movie style wiggle-bladed dagger. “Detective Lassiter is going to be really upset he’s missing out on this search.”

“DIdn’t even know the guy could get sick,” the crime CSI guy says, snapping a photo of one of the piles of bones. “Or the psychic. Or Detective O’Hara. The other guy, yeah.”

“I know. Shawn getting sick seems impossible. … Should we send them all a get-well card?”

“Yeah, sure, and I’ll let Lassiter know I’ve got a squirrel feeder in my yard.”

“... I’m going to pick one up on the way back to the station.”

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Henry pulls up to Gus’s apartment complex, walks up to the door, and knocks.

He hears a cough (too immediate, too rough, he can practically hear Gus dramatically doubling over like when he and Shawn were kids playing something that involved them dying), a “One second!” and then footsteps.

Gus answers the door in a hastily thrown on robe (belt is loosely tied, button-up shirt clearly visible underneath) and sleep slippers (the toe cover is bent on the left one, Gus shoved them on in a panic). “Mr. Spencer?” (forced raspiness to the voice, he coughs into his hand like he’s on a soap opera, no visible irritation in his throat when he’s coughing).

“Gus. Yeah, Shawn swung by earlier, said you were all sick, figured I’d check in and make sure this wasn’t some lame-ass stunt to get out of a case he was being blocked on.”

“Oh, uh, no. No, all must’ve caught someone from one of the suspects, maybe.”

“Yeah, Shawn sounded like hell. You uh, sound a little less under weather, though.”

“My immune system is just highly evolved.”

“Mmm-hmm. You know, Shawn’s throat was really the only symptom he had, actually. He had his helmet on the whole time, too.”

“Forgetting to take his bike helmet off doesn’t seem like a symptom to you?”

“Kid, he forgot to put on pants before coming to me for advice last week.”

“Right. Well um–” His rasp is slipping, voice going in and out of its normal sound. “– I’m going to go back to bed now.”

“Sure, sure. Just wanted to double-check. Oh, and uh, before I go.”

“Yes?”

“Where were you and Shawn last night?”

Gus’s face doesn’t know what to do– so he’s thinking about how to react. He settles on confusion after a beat. “Well, I was in bed all night. Sawing logs, counting sheep, catching sweet Z’s, snoring up a storm.”

“And Shawn?”

“Not sure. Probably doing the same, or watching a horror movie.”

“Horror movie.”

“Or, any, movie.”

“... Alright. Well, rest up, we’ve got a big update in your current case. House of a group of suspects burned down last night.”

“What? Oh… no!”

Henry smirks. Just like he remembers from the school plays. “Bye, Guster.”

He leaves, and hears the door slam shut behind him. His smirk falls off as he goes over the information in his head. It’s all adding up to a concerning picture.

He’s certain was there, at that house, while it burned down. The raspy throat is obviously because he inhaled smoke and ash, the refusal to take off the helmet probably to hide signs of an altercation, and ‘everyone being sick’ just about waves a big old flag saying ‘FOUR PARTY COVER-UP’ in his face. He doubts Shawn would burn a place down on purpose, but the old ‘grease fire in the bathroom distraction’ is a plan Shawn’s thrown out more than once, both in his childhood and adulthood.

And this time, six people ended up dead.

But why would Lassiter and Juliet cover that up for him? Gus, that’s no surprise, Juliet is, but Lassiter is the most perplexing part of this puzzle.

He gets into the black-and-white and turns on the siren so he can get to the scene as fast as possible. His son might’ve accidentally manslaughter six people pulling a dumb stunt to fake psychic with. He’ll be damned if he lets Officer McNab find evidence of that before he does.

He needs to gather enough to confront Shawn with, after all.

#psych #psychusa #psych usa #psych 2006 #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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vastudecor · 2 months ago

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faraway-sunshine · 3 months ago

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The Band Kid Hangout, Part 1 (from the 11th)

Sorry for the delay. I've been feeling crappy from the new dietary tweaks the nutritionist suggested and from being stuck at Mom's office during the day so I've not had much energy.

Anyway, here's the post:

I turned up at Kit’s apartment around 3pm. It’s higher up in the building than mine, and although the floor plan is similar it’s pretty much a mirror image due to being on the other side. It is right next to the fire escape though.

Inside looked a lot more homey instantly compared to my own place, with photos and drawings pinned all over the walls and the wallpaper clearly faded in parts (unlike how my apartment is just painted white everywhere). A man sat on the couch folding laundry and flashed me a smile, though his eyes narrowed in a way that made me stiffen a little. It's likely he was sizing me up.

“Ah, you must be Sunny. The others are in the bedroom, over there.” He nodded to a door on the flip side with a couple stickers of the letter C stuck on.

Kit’s bedroom had bunk beds on one wall, with a little girl sitting on the top bunk making plastic dinosaurs fight Beanie Babies silently. I also saw a poster for a movie that had a lot of photorealistic fire behind a bunch of oddly animated characters, plenty of SpongeBob merch, and a basketball hoop above the built-in closet.

Everyone else was already there aside from Eddie, sitting in a near circle on a Spider-Man circular rug. Grizz instinctively shuffled a bit and motioned for me to sit between her and Davey, opposite Kit.

“Sunny! You made it!’

(Rest of the story under the cut)

I nodded shyly, still not quite the same as I was when I'd called them before, not feeling able to speak yet. And even then, on that phone call, I was mostly listening. Seeing them face to face added a lot more pressure fast.

Kit grumbled and checked his watch. “Goddamn, Eddie, surely it doesn't take that long to get the goods!”

My face must have looked confused, because Kit smirked.

“You’ll see what I mean later. In the meantime, because we can't get to band business until Eddie arrives, we’re gonna warm up. Do you play something? Eddie said he saw you by the string instruments at that poky instrument store by the mall.”

Grizz objected. “It’s not poky! It has charm and character. Certainly more than all those pompous music stores that devote half the floor space to pianos you’re not allowed to test.”

“I’m not saying that it's a bad music store. Simply one that happens to have a small floor space.”

They moved on to some different topic, but I wasn't really listening. I thought back to that store, the wrong one, how I nearly snatched up that violin as if it were my own that I broke so long ago before running out so quickly that I was sure the sales clerks thought I stole something.

I didn't realise I was digging my nails into my arms until I felt another hand rest on my shoulder. It took a second to see it was Davey’s, which snatched away as soon as I looked at him.

“You okay?”

Without saying as such, I know he wasn't asking about my quietness. I pulled my hands away and noticed a very slight amount of something red under one of my nails, quickly rolling my sleeves down to cover it up.

Kit and Grizz caught on too, abandoning their conversation. Kit got up and rummaged through a drawer before tossing me a Slinky.

“Here, if you’re restless, just play with this. I get it.” And with that, they returned back to their conversation, as if this were an ordinary moment rather than another thing weird and off-putting about me.

I was still pondering this when Eddie finally came bursting in. Everyone jumped at how the door slammed apart from Kit’s sister on the bunk, who didn’t even flinch, and Eddie himself. He carried a plastic bag from Walmart and a grin, before pulling - of all things - a chocolate cream pie in a foil tin under plastic wrap from it.

“Time for shitface, everyone!”

#omori #omori sunny #sunny omori #ask sunny from omori #diary post #oneshot #omori oneshot #eddie bostick #davey pierce #kitty hawkins #grizz tobin #omori ocs #omori oc #the undecided strays

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warmbloodcomic · 1 year ago

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Warm Blood: Girls Mode

Written by Josh Tierney

Photo edit by Caitlin Soliman

Pt. 3

“Did the elevator take us to the basement by mistake?” Eve asked as they peered into the hallway through the opened doors.

“No,” Maaya stated matter-of-factly. “Most buildings don’t have basements in Japan.”

What they could make out of the floral wallpaper through the shadows had been faded with time, and the wooden doors lining the walls were chipped and scratched; the hallway not only felt lived-in but also somewhat poorly maintained, like people lived here but didn’t care that they did.

“If this is street-level, the exit must be close,” Maaya added, taking the role of leader.

“Should we record a video?” Eve asked Penny.

“I think we should just get out of here,” Penny said anxiously, still staring ahead.

Penny and Eve followed Maaya down the hallway, Maaya using her phone’s flashlight to light their way. Penny kept checking the spots where the walls met the floor for cockroaches and rats, but the lack of them did nothing to alleviate her fears.

The muffled sounds of a first-person shooter videogame emanated from one of the apartments on the right (if they were apartments), the door vibrating with bass-heavy blasts.

“It smells like milk that’s been left on the counter,” noted Eve.

Penny didn’t want to note anything. She felt less like she was in Tokyo and more like she was back home in Southwestern Ontario, or at least some nightmare version of it.

The hallway seemed to go on for fifteen minutes, far longer than any hallway should, though the girls wondered if it was simply their fear slowing down their perception of time. Finally, and thankfully, they came upon the green light of an exit sign, its arrow pointing to a large metal door. Penny couldn’t help but look at the silhouette of a green figure exiting through a white rectangle and think of a shadow person escaping into the light.

Maaya turned off her light and opened the door, which creaked loudly. They were immediately greeted by a bustling, still-rainy pedestrian street somewhere in Akihabara. The girls exited and fully breathed in the cool night air.

“What a strange exit,” Eve commented. “It’d be better to just take the stairs.”

“Do you know where we are?” Penny asked Maaya, feeling like she just wanted to be back with her mother at this point.

Maaya looked around. A seemingly-unending stream of pedestrians passed in front of them, each holding an umbrella. Penny and Eve tried to follow Maaya’s gaze despite being totally disoriented.

Maaya pointed out a three-storey building she recognised with a different maid café on each floor, and then she pointed out the Hard-Off located at the intersection where their pedestrian street met another. The moment Penny opened her mouth to ask what “Hard-Off” was, Maaya explained that it was a used electronics store.

“The thing is,” Maaya said, confused, “we’re not near the Super Potato. I know where we are, but not how we ended up here.”

“Should we go back to the Super Potato, to talk to the police about the arcade?” Penny asked.

“No, don’t worry about that. We reported the situation, which is the main thing,” Maaya reassured her. “If they need to reach me, they can call me back.”

Penny’s own phone vibrated with an incoming message. She read the text from her mother, suggesting she not stay out too much longer.

“Can you point us in the direction of our hotel?” she asked Maaya.

“I’ll lead you there,” Maaya responded with a smile.

Eve smiled as well, happy to spend more time with their new friend. On their way back to the hotel they took notice of a green commuter train running along a high bridge in the distance, the bright lights of the train cars visible through its windows. The way the city felt so alive at night was a massive change from their hometown, which would shut down completely by 8PM, and it made Eve wish she could stay out even later.

When they reached the front doors of the hotel, Eve turned to Maaya, her heart racing as she worked up the courage to ask her to hang out again.

“If you’re free sometime, it’d be so cool if you could show us around some more,” Eve said, the words stumbling out of her.

Maaya looked at Eve happily, as if those were the exact words she had been hoping to hear.

“How about tomorrow?” Maaya offered. “We could meet for lunch, and I can show you a couple more places for your videos.”

“Yes, that would be great!” Eve exclaimed, her eyes nearly tearing up with happiness.

“I’ll text you the directions tomorrow morning,” Maaya said.

The girls then said goodbye to each other, and Maaya disappeared back into Akiba, her transparent umbrella joining a group of others as if they were a school of jellyfish. Penny and Eve entered the hotel lobby, Penny struggling to process everything she had witnessed that night and Eve mulling over what she should wear tomorrow.

Shunka Ryougen by Haru Nemuri was playing over the PA in the hotel lobby, and followed Penny and Eve into the elevator as they rose back up to the 20th floor.

They re-entered their room, and in the living room Penny’s mother was sitting in a chair with even more work papers spread out across the table. A variety show was playing on the TV, the panelists presented in circles onscreen as they reacted to various meme videos from around the world. For anyone else this might’ve been incredibly distracting, but Penny’s mother often worked with the TV on, typically setting it to the news. Since Penny’s mother was always working, this was her main way of experiencing entertainment.

“How was it?” Penny’s mother asked without looking up from her laptop, typing as she talked. “Did you have fun?”

“It’s amazing!” Eve excitedly answered first, as if the strange occurrences with the arcade cabinets weren’t worth mentioning. “There are so many wonderful stores and restaurants, like the cafés with dancing maids.”

“You actually went to a maid café?” Penny’s mother asked with a raised eyebrow, though her eyes remained on her work.

“It was cute,” Penny said, not wanting to bring up the arcades, either, lest her mother keep them from going out again. “I wouldn’t’ve gone by myself, but going with Eve made it fun.”

“We met a maid,” Eve added. “She handed us a flyer for a café, and she ended up dancing there, and then she showed us a cool game store.”

“We’re going to meet up with her tomorrow,” Penny said. “She’s our age, and wants to help with Girls Mode. I think we’ll get a lot of views with her.”

“How nice,” Penny’s mother said. “Could you share her contact info with me, in case I have trouble reaching you?”

Penny knew this was her mother’s way of saying her daughter should be wary of strangers she just met in a new city. Eve passed along Maaya’s number to Penny’s mother, and Penny added it to her own phone as well.

“And the melon bread?” Penny’s mother asked, clearly sensing Penny had forgotten.

“I forgot!” Penny said. “I’m so sorry.”

Penny felt genuinely bad about it, since her mother had handled everything to do with bringing them to Japan, and here Penny had failed to do such a small thing for her in return.

“There are several konbini right next to the hotel, if you don’t mind going back down,” Penny’s mother said while comparing a pale blue work paper with a document on her laptop screen.

Penny got the message: her mother really wanted this bread.

“Get yourself some snacks as well,” her mother suggested. “We don’t have anything here, and you’ll likely have trouble sleeping due to jet lag.”

Penny looked to Eve, expecting her to appear exhausted after their first night out, but Eve was smiling back excitedly, if anything with even more energy than before. Perhaps it was an effect of the coffee she had at the maid café – Penny didn’t drink coffee, herself, so she was unsure how long the caffeine lasted.

Before they headed back out, Penny’s mother mentioned to them that the umbrellas in the black holder outside their room was for every guest’s use, and that they should take a couple.

Penny and Eve left the hotel room, and pulled out a pair of transparent umbrellas that were still slightly wet from previous use. It made them wonder what other guests were staying on their floor, and if they were foreigners like them.

“What if I stayed here and became a café maid?” Eve asked Penny on the elevator ride down.

Even if Eve was half-joking, as she sometimes was, the question took Penny aback.

“What about your family and school?”

“I’d still have a family, and I’d still go to school,” Eve responded with a thumbs-up.

Penny sighed in relief, now that it was clear her friend wasn’t totally serious.

“You’d be a great maid,” Penny told her honestly. “Everyone would love you, and you’d get requests all the time.”

“And it’s sort of like being in the entertainment industry,” Eve said enthusiastically. “Especially with the stage performance.”

Eve’s ultimate career goal was to be in “the entertainment industry”, whether that meant being a model, an actor, a YouTuber, or now a café maid.

“We’ll have to ask Maaya about it,” Penny said helpfully.

The elevator door opened, and for a brief moment Penny was fearful they would find themselves back in the dark hallway with the floral wallpaper. The lobby was thankfully as it should be, and the girls got off as a Japanese woman got on.

Penny and Eve cut across the lobby, the aging security guard now pacing down the middle with his hands held behind his back. He was checking the seats of the black lounge chairs as he walked, as if keeping an eye out for items that might’ve been left behind.

At the hotel entrance Penny and Eve readied their umbrellas, and popped them open as they exited back into the rainy night. They tilted their umbrellas to look up at the neon signs as they headed left; last time they had gone right, and this was a fine enough excuse to see a tiny fraction more of the city.

There was something comforting about all the stores still being open, all the flyer girls still handing out flyers and checking texts from their significant others, and all the pedestrians still passing back and forth while carrying bags containing anime, manga, and videogame-related goods. It felt safe and alive and filled with endless possibilities – in particular, endless possibilities to find something to buy. Penny wondered about living in Akihabara, herself, but knew she’d have trouble stopping herself from spending money every day.

The girls passed by other foreigners who were huddled together in a group in full cosplay, each checking their phones as if wondering where they’re supposed to go. Penny couldn’t determine what they were cosplaying as, but when she made eye contact with the one dressed as a kind of martial arts lizard, she smiled knowingly, as if to silently shout “I can’t believe we’re here!”

“Oh, look!” Eve said, and Penny turned to look at what had caught Eve’s attention.

The pair stopped and gazed up at the 7-Eleven sign lit brightly above the 7-Eleven they were now standing in front of.

“All the 7-Elevens closed down in Canada,” Eve said, looking at this one as if it were the last store in existence.

“I remember them,” Penny said. “The abandoned one by Cale’s place burned down last month.”

A trio of cashiers greeted them in unison as they entered, each wearing a green uniform with white, orange, green and red stripes running across the chest. At first glance the 7-Eleven was similar to the ones from Penny and Eve’s childhoods, but upon further inspection the snack selection was entirely Japanese, with childlike manga mascots on many of the packages. Penny couldn’t help but peruse the magazine stand as well, checking out the manga magazines and wishing she could read them.

She then pulled out a videogame magazine and flipped through it, hopeful she would find previews of games that had yet to be announced in North America. One section was apparently devoted to Metroid 7, but outside of the logo on the first page of the article, the pages were all black.

When she was about to close the magazine, not wanting to be reminded of her uncomfortable experience in the arcade, she noticed that black glossy letters were set against the black paper. She opened the magazine wider and tilted it under the store’s bright white lights, trying to read the letters, but they were neither Japanese nor English, and in fact didn’t resemble any written language she had seen before.

“Okay,” Penny said to herself, as if that was all that needed to be said, and she placed the magazine back onto the stand.

Is Your Love Strong Enough? by Bryan Ferry was playing tinnily over the PA.

Penny turned around just as Eve excitedly stepped towards her with five different packaged breads in her arms, including the melon bread for Penny’s mother.

“I found the melon bread!” she said triumphantly. “And bread with red bean paste, and bread with custard!”

“Nice,” Penny said, somewhat shaken by the magazine. “Let’s get some drinks, too.”

Penny’s mouth had gone dry, and all she could think about now was the coldest, most refreshing drink. They checked the refrigerators, and Penny picked out a carbonated orange drink, though she had also been eyeing a milky matcha tea thing that looked oh so delicious, and which she decided she would try next time.

Eve picked out a strawberry milk. They decided not to get something for Penny’s mother, since Penny’s mother either drank coffee during the day or water in the evening, and they didn’t want to upset her sleep schedule even more with something caffeinated.

They purchased the snacks and drinks together, the cashier helpfully explaining how to pay at the machine that was set up in front of the cash register. Penny looked at the machine with wide, confused eyes as the cashier gestured to the picture of a paper bill on the touchscreen; Penny pressed it, fed her cash into a slot, and watched as her change was spat out the bottom.

The cashiers thanked Penny and Eve in unison as the girls left the store with a small plastic bag in tow.

* * *

Penny’s mother nibbled on her melon bread, savouring the flavour while typing on her laptop with her free hand. As Penny’s mother and her work had taken up much of the couch, Penny plopped herself onto the chair and Eve simply sat on a cushion in front of the coffee table, the girls enjoying their drinks and snacks while watching TV.

Penny put herself in charge of the remote and flipped through news programs and variety shows on her quest for fresh anime. Even if she couldn’t understand what was being said, she could still appreciate the visuals – and knowing she’d be able to lord it over Edith and Jill, her childhood friends who had first introduced her to anime, for the rest of their lives, was a uniquely exquisite pleasure in and of itself.

Penny took sips of her carbonated orange drink every few channels, and offered her review of it being one of the tastiest orange drinks she had ever drunk in her life. A lightbulb appeared over Eve’s head, and she quickly got up on one knee as she gestured for Penny to stop.

“Snack reviews!” Eve exclaimed as Penny stared at her with the bottle’s lips against her own. “Like, little ones for YouTube Shorts!”

They set up Eve’s phone, propping it on the table so that it faced the TV, where a random late-night anime was in the middle of airing. Penny sat with her knees on a cushion a bit to the left of the screen, so that the TV and her upper torso were both in frame.

“This is the most delicious orange drink I’ve ever had,” Penny said to Eve’s phone. She then took a sip and turned her head to look at the TV.

Onscreen was a crying baby being carried by an ogre across what appeared to be a medieval landscape. The baby bit the ogre, and the intense pain they caused it made the ogre run so fast that it burst through a castle gate, knocking down all the soldiers within. The baby slipped from the ogre’s grasp and, mere moments from hitting the ground, cast a spell that put themselves in a floating bubble. The baby drifted off to safety while continuing to cry.

Penny turned back to the camera.

“I got it at 7-Eleven,” she added. “In Akihabara. I recommend it.”

Penny then gave a thumbs-up and Eve stopped the recording.

“That was amazing!” Eve said excitedly as she checked the framing of the video on her phone. “With the anime on the TV and everything, this could get like a hundred views. I’ll upload it now.”

Penny couldn’t help but feel caught up in Eve’s excitement and smiled at her. She then sat back in the chair to resume channel surfing.

More and more anime popped up onscreen, though Penny noticed the shows were also becoming slightly more risqué as the night wore on, which she might not have had a problem with if her mother wasn’t half-watching with her.

Penny cycled back around to a news channel – just as the reporter talked over a man being led out of a hoarder’s nest in handcuffs – and placed the remote onto the coffee table.

“I’m going to try to sleep,” she announced.

“Good luck, sweetie,” her mother said without looking at her.

Penny got dressed in her hooded Rilakkuma pajamas and Eve slipped into her pale blue nightgown. They took turns brushing their teeth and then got into the left bed in the bedroom.

They kept the bedroom door open so that the light from the living room spilled in. The sounds of a language they didn’t fully understand drifted in as well, and trying to focus on the words helped Penny to clear her mind and gradually fall asleep.

#Warm Blood #Girls Mode #web novel

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tmwcs · 2 years ago

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His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 4 (18+ only)

Chapter 4! This isn't the surprise btw, i just happened to finish editing this draft and decided to post before going to bed. Another smut chapter, so minors DNI. Again, i warned HHP starts off a little bit slow and lots of smut is in it, but trust me the storyline and developing plots are coming soon, just like MGR and MRE arcs. HHP just starts off by continuing the series with day to day events of you and Heeseung, so that's why we haven't reached the good parts yet, but we're really close.

Pairings: A handsome stud MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung and you.

Warnings: Again, smut...like very detailed smut. Another chapter of you getting ruined by the stud Heeseung. Rough sex, unprotected, breeding kink, contemplating of stopping and continuing sexual act, waking up to sexual acts (non-penetrative) and some curse words.

Again, a couple (or maybe just one more) chapter(s) and we get to the good stuff, in the meantime...you get rammed loved by your man.

-Begin Read-

The trip to the valley felt like an eternity, the four-hour drive was exaggerated by the slurred traffic and lack of scenery, only up until the last hour of travel did the view become memorable by the charm and beauty of nature and the widespread of vineyards.

The girls made the trip worthwhile; you enjoyed listening and chiming in on the jokes and harmless gossip that led to minutes of hard laughter and wide smiles. Emily had fit right in with the girls, and you enjoyed seeing that she was used to the circle of friends. Though you didn’t let it show, you kept wondering how Heeseung was doing in the separate car with the guys, especially seeing as he volunteered to drive.

He must have felt so sour about being separated from you, that being behind the wheel was one way to take his mind off it. That, and the fact that he was able to fluctuate the speed of the vehicle to be either next to or behind you and the girls. Though he didn’t attempt to catch your attention or look through to wave, his eyes remained ever glued to the road, however, you had an inkling that he used his peripheral vision to view you through the window.

By the time you guys had arrived at the rental, it was near dawn. The boys immediately went to the nearest store to grab everything they needed to start grilling, while you and the girls took out all the luggage and designated rooms.

The house was large, huge in fact. It had over six bedrooms and bathrooms, all were spacious and tastefully decorated with romanticized bedding and upholstery. It was all very vintage, with a range of pink and nude damask patterns and threaded wallpaper to match.

The living room was the largest space in the entire house. It had a large window wall that overlooked the vast acreage of the valley, all covered with rows of grapevines neatly displayed and ready for harvest. The living room had been furnished to fit the details of a home theater, with a large tv mounted on a wall, hanging above an elongated console set, with three large sets of couches facing it. Each sofa easily seating at least six people.

The open floor concept of the home theater shared the kitchen that was located on the opposite end. There was plenty of counter space and a large island that overlooked the main living space. It was truly the perfect spot to stay in for a large group.

After picking out the rooms, situating the luggage and unpacking, everyone decided to link up with the guys outside, seeing how they fared with the BBQ. The night was filled with laughter, drinks, and games as you all enjoyed the warm night air, dining on the large picnic table on the patio right outside the living room.

During the entire dining event, you and Heeseung sat across from one another. Sitting next to Emily, you engaged in friendly and humorous conversation as he propped his arm on the table by the elbow, resting his face on his hand. His free hand, however, would brush up against your leg as he reached down, causing you to glance over to find him facing you. His handy baseball cap, as always, covered his eyes, leaving only his nose and his smirky lips exposed. Each time you felt the touch of his hand on your kneecap, he earned a quick glance from you, sometimes with a slight smile and chuckle accompanying it, causing his smirk to grow.

You did enjoy yourself with the group, however, it was quite challenging seeing as how Heeseung was dressed all in black, which only enhanced that mysterious vibe he was unleashing with the cap covering his eyes. His ensemble marked with the scent of his cologne made him irresistible. You did a good job to keep composed and act as if you weren’t affected, but found it internally humorous after noticing how the girls, including Emily, took turns to take a minor opportunity to flick a glance at him at some point in the night. You didn’t mind at all, you took it as a form of a compliment, seeing as how you noticed their boyfriends, to include Jake, all doing the same to you.

Seeing the reaction, you both earned from everyone else, it almost felt as if you and Heeseung had belonged to one another. You both gave off a similar vibe when it came to the peak standards of attraction and sex appeal, Heesueng being more mysterious and masculine while yours was more charming and natural in the feminine aspect.

His face remained in your direction, you’re unsure if he noticed the looks from the others at all. You pretended to not notice him facing you, only viewing from your peripherals or the occasional glances, did you noticed that his face went from leaning on to his hand as he straightened his head and began rubbing his index finger along his lips. All the while tilting his head slightly back to show his gleaming eyes staring at you beneath the shadow of his hat. The smirk increasing against his suggestive rubbing of said finger caused you the knot in your gut to formulate, enhancing the tingling and numbing sensation to emerge as you kept yourself together, yet internally you were moaning your heart out for him.

Had it not been for your constant conversation with Emily by your side, your composure would have faltered, displaying your weakened state, especially since his free hand remained on your leg the whole time.

Once everyone was done feasting, you all decided to watch a movie. Regardless how late it was, the frequent consumption of alcohol with dinner had everyone develop a spry state of inebriation. Though you didn’t consume not nearly as much, two glasses of wine did give you a blissful buzz, as did Heeseung.

After cleaning up the picnic table and washing the dishes, you all gathered on to the sofa sets. You and Heeseung had the center sofa to yourselves since each couple gathered on the other two to share the unfinished bottles of wine and liquor leftover from dinner. You were content with the buzz alone and it seemed Heeseung was as well, so you both enjoyed sitting next to each other as the lights were all turned off and the movie began playing.

Halfway into the movie, you noticed each couple falling asleep, some remained on the sofas, while others were cuddling and sleeping on the massive plush rug in the center. Once you noticed it was you, Heeseung, Jake and Emily that remained awake, you shifted to sit on your side, with your back facing him as you leaned in on your hand, propping it with your arm against the back rest of the sofa. Heeseung’s arm was extended and rested along the top of the connected backrest, his hand inches away from the back of your head. You felt his fingers pinching a grab of your hair and twirling it around his fingers. The reflection of the window wall showed that his face remained in the direction of the TV, yet the details of his eyes under his cap remained inconspicuous and you wondered if he was actually looking at you.

The very moment you had wondered about his eyes, you had suddenly drifted off to sleep. You recall briefly waking in the middle of the night, well after the movie was over. The TV went into rest mode and shut off, leaving the room nearly pitch black had it not been for the moonlight peering in through the large windows. Heeseung pulling you in to lay next to him is what woke you. The feeling of his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you backwards, laying you down on your side, facing the back cushions of the sofa, while your back was nestled tightly against his chest. The sound of slumber exhales from the others filled the room as you fell back asleep.

The dream you had was pleasant, possibly due to the glasses of wine you had. It was the first time you dreamed of you and Heeseung, and it felt so real. The stimulation of the numbness and tingling rising from your pelvis to your chest as you felt him laying beneath you, thrusting upwards and fucking his body fluids into you. The rays of sunlight coming into the setting allowed for you to fully view every muscle definition his body secured, which had only made your dream that much better as the visual effect increased the euphoric sensation. It felt so real. It felt too real.

Your eyes remained closed, yet you came into consciousness as you felt your body being pressed and rubbed from behind. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist, to the point where it became slightly painful. You raise your hands only to be reminded that you were facing the back cushions of the couch, trapping you against him. His mouth leaving you sweet and wet kisses on your neckline, the straps of your fitted summer dress slinked down below your shoulders, fully exposing skin, collarbone, and the cleavage of your cradled bosom. The bill of his hat grazes along your cheek as he continued to kiss the soft skin below your jawline, eventually sucking on it.

You feel his arm loosen around your waist as he reaches up and unties the laced string at the front of your dress, holding your breasts together. Pulling the string loose, you feel the cool air creeping into the center of your chest as the lacing comes undone, allowing the dress to peel down and exposing your breasts. He reaches in through the loose material and takes advantage of your decision to not pair the dress with a strapless bra, giving him full access to the pure nudity of each mound as he takes a handful, massages, and slightly pinches the nipple.

His handling of your chest caused you to bite your lip, desperately trying to hold back the moan. It barely helped, as you did your best and yet, a quivering gasp whispered out from your mouth as he dry thrusted his hips against you. You placed a hand on his arm, which had gone back to you wrapping itself around your waist as each thrust became more intense, you tapped along the hard muscles of his forearm and whispered your pleas to him.

“Heeseung…please…not here. We can’t…” You whispered as quietly as you could, your voice was seeping out in between, the sensation was ridding your body to succumb to his act, and you found it nearly impossible to control it.

“Mmm…wrong name baby.”

Your eyes widened at the low tone that spoke out. He didn’t even attempt to whisper, it was deep and dark just as it always was, but not as Heeseung.

“Ethan…!”

You harshly whispered in slight panic, the moment you did so, his movements became faster and harder. You felt his hand reach down, grabbing on to your mini dress as he rolls it up and snakes his hand underneath and begins to pull down your panties. He nearly rips them as he drags the flimsy material down just far enough, where he lifts one of your legs to feed through it, leaving it to remain wrapped around the other.

Realizing that it was Ethan’s dark persona that was stimulating your body had you worried, knowing how much of a rough lover he is, you didn’t want to risk waking everyone. Yet, finding your voice on the matter was hard, too hard, because the sensation he was subjecting you to felt too good and as much as you wanted him to stop, you felt just as strongly in wanting him to continue. A contradiction that you always found yourself in whenever Ethan was with you.

“Ethan…please…not here. Not here…Ethan.” You whispered trying to refrain from sounding so desperate, yet the slight moaning in between proved only that you were enjoying the feeling, and he saw it plain as day. It was obvious that even though you were concerned about waking the others, it was minimal compared to your body’s reaction and the sound of your voice.

He didn’t respond, instead, he halted the sucking of your neck and lifted his face to seal your lips into a lengthy kiss. His tongue harshly penetrated through every barrier you measly put up, massaging every inch of your mouth. The way he had your body weakened from his motions caused you to lack the strength to build some level of restraint. Every moment you heard someone turn in their sleep stirred you to panic, causing you to try and peel his forearm off your waist, but was useless as you lacked any strength to do anything. The harder he went, the more the pleasure had sucked you dry of any energy within you.

You felt his arm loosen once more, though this time, it was to reach around and undo the button and zipper of his black jeans. Initially shocked out of your pleasured state, just only for a second, you lost the opportunity to harshly whisper out for him to refrain or even suggest going upstairs, as his free hand moves up and presses your face against his, sealing your lips yet again in a passionate kiss.

This was the way Ethan was, he was passionate, sexy, and dangerous. He found it thrilling to take certain risks, and by working you he was slowly getting you to enjoy it as well. Just like he did when he fucked you in front of Samuel. This was the side of Ethan that you did reluctantly enjoy, just as there were aspects of Heeseung’s side that Ethan lacked, yet you loved it just as much.

Once he fed his phallic muscle through the opening of his briefs, you immediately felt the smooth warmth of the skin and the stiffness of the shaft as he begins to feed it between your legs. You felt him wrap his fingers near the tip, guiding it in between and disrupting the neatness of your folds as you felt them spreading. The enigma of your desires rambled inside as you went from desiring him to go on, then suddenly changing heart the moment you felt his tip breaching entry. You reacted by closing your legs as tight as you could, but it did nothing. His muscle was too hard and stiff, it pushed through with ease, and you found yourself no longer wanting to pause, instead, you wanted him to keep going.

The tightness of your entry admitted friction and slight struggle for him to go all the way in, he committed to small thrusts to inch his way in little by little, causing your walls to promote moisture as you feel him entering in deeper and deeper. The more fluids your walls created, the easier he was able to enter, and before you knew it, he was all the way in. His mouth opened wide and covered your ear as he let out a single, deep and gasping moan as he rotates his hips, burrowing his dick deeper into you.

Yet again, the contradiction of your desires pulls and pushes your mind left and right as you began to feel yourself wanting to stop, knowing that the height of your gasping moans rising in volume, no matter if they were whispered out or not. Trying to prevent the risk of waking everyone, you appealed to him yet again, although barely hanging on to your pleas as you felt yourself changing your mind yet again at the immense pleasure Ethan was giving you.

“Uh! Eth…Ethan...uh! Ethan. Uh Ethan please!”

Your moans came out less pleading and more pleasurable as you felt him gaining more depth with each thrust. The last bit of your hesitancy disappeared, and you found yourself back to wanting him to keep going after he slightly lifted your free leg. By sliding his hand up underneath your knee, your leg submitted to a natural bend, bringing your ankle in for him to reach and grab onto. He pulls it around his back side before he slides his hand back up and reaches over to plant it on your inner thigh, keeping your leg spread in place. Now that you were wide open, he was able to speed up his thrusts, which he did sharply, lacking any gradual approach.

Hearing your whispers turning into full vocal moans, he moves his free hand up to cover your mouth, pushing your head back to lean against his throat. The shifting movement of your body jolting upwards from his thrusts admitted your forehead to tap the smooth surface underneath his jaw, upon feeling it, he further tilts your head back as he muffles your moans and gasps. With your head now pressed up against his Adam’s Apple, the stretch of your throat as your facial features fully suspended upwards, he looks downward to touch the tip of your nose with his own. He removes his hand from your mouth just a moment to admit an upside-down kiss as he thrusts into you, causing you to be shifted up and adding depth to the kiss. The hand that remained on your thigh comes back up and once again, wraps around your waist as you feel your dress slowly coming back down and covering the visual of his cock thrusting into you, as if it wasn’t happening. The smoothness and shined coating of his skin, effortlessly going in and out of you almost appeared as if his cock was melting into your entry. The shaft was slick and connected into you, fully swallowed in, and looked as if it was feeding your cavity as it remained tightly wrapped around him.

The wrap of his arm around your waist added to the momentum as you felt his strength lift, push, and pull you up and down, wherever he wanted you as he thrusted. His hand went back to muffling your moans after the kiss, though you’re not sure if it had helped. Thank goodness everyone had fallen asleep drunk, otherwise they would have surely woken up to the harsh gasps that were coming out of you as Ethan fucked you harder and harder. Even with him muffling your moans, you felt his mouth coming near your ear as he teases you with a gesture to be quieter, knowing full well you couldn’t, as evident by the feeling of a smirk forming against your helix.

“Shhh…come on baby. You gotta be quiet so I can keep fucking you.”

His voice low and deep yet quiet as he speaks into your ear, tickling it in the process. All of which was followed by a tender kiss right above your helix as he inhales the scent of your hair, a small and nearly breathless chuckle comes out of him as his breathing becomes heavier while he relentlessly fucks you. It didn’t matter if you both were in a room shared by others, or if they were peacefully asleep and unaware of what he was doing to you, none of it mattered to him, he kept going in harder, faster, and added just as much vigor as he would have if it was being done in private.

The peak of the tingling and numbing emerged and you felt your orgasm approaching. Your gasps and moans increase, his hand that muffled each sound emitted from your lips slightly tightens and adds pressure to your face as he goes faster and faster. His face burrows into your ear, while his lips are in contact with your jawline. He breathes deeply against your skin.

“Come to me…baby. Eden…come to me baby girl.”

The last words you heard him breathed out as your mind faded once you felt yourself cumming.

HERS

The state of y/n’s mind became a paradox of being aware and unaware. There was a deep, dark, and alluring side that y/n felt herself opening up to, as if she could feel herself changing yet a slight bit of her true nature stayed intact. Like a dream, it felt as if she was watching herself in third person as she permits the sensual and sultry side of her take over, the side that was Ethan’s equal, Eden.

Each time y/n had changed, it always submitted her to a state of delusion. It felt real, yet by morning she wouldn’t have any memory of the event, completely forgetting everything the moment she experienced tunnel vision and became dormant.

As her Eden side emerged, so did every dark and twisted desire that laid deep inside y/n’s heart and soul. All of the deep pleasures of sexual desire that she never knew existed, that had stayed hidden and “asleep” for so long. Of all the times she had experienced sexual intimacy with Samuel, never was there a moment where it was as fervor or intense like it was with Ethan, all she ever knew of sex was the slow, romantic, and the mirage of every good girl’s reality of sex. She was withheld from experiencing the vile, sordid, and wicked aspects of it, yet the moment she did, it became the most pleasurable she’s ever felt.

y/n felt herself stepping out of her comfort zone. Every single corrupt and improper image of sexual acts run through her mind, enabling her to move in sensual slow motion, yearning for more. Her moans became more relaxed, though still strong in vibration, they were less whiny and more pleasurable, more desirable, and sexual in nature. With her sultry eyes re-opening, Eden awakens.

Her hands move up, dragging along the curves of her body. She gently taps her fingers on Ethan’s hand covering her mouth, while the other wraps two fingers around the slick coated shaft as it remained fully inserted inside of her. Massaging it, Ethan slows his thrusts as his body quivers at Eden’s touch. With Y/N, Ethan loved having the soft and pure aura to fuck into, hearing the cries and moans of y/n’s good nature breaking and succumbing to his freakish sexual acts.

Then there was Eden, the side that emulated everything about him, the nefarious and sinister side of sex that everyone is aware of, but never truly embraced. People like Vicky, or his past girlfriends, who only pretended to be good and natural, but eventually unleashing their dirty face the moment he was fucking them from behind in their cheerleading uniforms, only to witness a disappointing notion of a forced façade as they let out horrendous vocals of what they thought would please him. Moans that were overexaggerated, thought to be sexy, with movements that were lazy and lacked passionate energy. Every single one of them not only disappointed him, but they lacked a genuine response which disgusted both him, and Heeseung.

When it came to sex, it was his and Heeseung’s love language, something they took personally and sincerely. There was no doubt that every single girl he had been with spoke truthfully whenever they claimed that he was the cause of their best orgasms, he knew he was. He knew how to move, knew how to fuck, knew where to touch and where to kiss during each moment. He knew when to go fast, and to go slow, and was blessed with the stamina to maintain the pace however long he needed to, just to bring them to their knees. It was no surprise that days, weeks, months, even years later, regardless of breaking contact with them, there was always going to be a time where each one would reach out, after repeatedly being disappointed by the string of men that followed after the breakup, they found themselves begging and practically throwing themselves at his feet for just one night.

As harsh as it may sound, he dismissed them in a myriad of ways, never wanting to revisit the atrocity in the lack of their originality. Instead, he continued to search, wanting to find the one that would speak his lingo and return the forbidden pleasure that he would give, but never found her. Settling with Vicky, his life felt dull and rotten, all because his sex life lacked the passion and excitement of the good and bad. He felt frustrated and started to become emotionless as he fell into the state of drudging complacency, until he saw y/n.

That day, when he observed from a distance, he didn’t need to speak with her or hear any statements to justify her goodness and modesty. He could see it as plain as day when he saw her smile, that she was someone who was genuinely pure and loving at heart, someone who was never broken. Ever since, he yearned to be the one to do it to her.

The moment his deepest wish came into fruition, that night of the frat party, he was gifted way more than he could ever ask for when he pulled out a side of her that she never even knew existed.

Eden.

The overwhelming flow of emotion crashed into him like a boulder, he found someone who was just like him, a diamond in the rough. Though he was always aware of his two faces and grew up learning how to control the switch and gain a balance of being both, y/n’s breaking will causing Eden’s birth, was so sudden and new. He knew that he would have to teach her, to take every opportunity to guide her on how to gain that balance, something he developed entirely on his own.

She continues to rub her fingers on his shaft, right at the entry point. Ethan starts to pick up the pace with his thrusts at the stimulation of Eden’s touch and the squeeze of her walls as she clenches. Even though y/n had already cum, it was Eden’s turn to enjoy her soulmate. Ethan enjoyed fucking y/n and Eden equally, it just felt more befitting whenever Eden was present. Just as y/n felt it more befitting when Heeseung fucked her.

Their personalities weren’t just similar, they mirrored each other, with Heeseung and y/n being the more sentimental types, Ethan and Eden were the zenith of tough love.

Ethan picks up the pace, his speed, and stamina as strong as ever as he fucks his heart and soul into Eden, feeling her body bucking up from the received impact so easily. Her moans were long and steady as she expresses the desire to receive more. She never tried to be appealing in expressing her desires. Like y/n, everything about her was natural and sincere, she was sexy, genuine and original in her responses to him, which enticed him to fuck harder and feel satisfaction like he’s never felt before. Throughout his entire life, Ethan never lost his bearing or felt himself weaken from immense pleasure, until he met Eden.

She was the only thing that could break him, had she known or was willing to, though he deeply hoped that she wasn’t aware of either. Unlike his Heeseung side, Ethan had a deep sense of pride and masculinity when it came to sex, though Eden was his equal, there were still restrictions that he refused to let even her breach. He was the top of all predators, the top of the food chain, and will always be in control.

An ideal vision of male dominance. He was strong and demanding but never once abused it, especially with his tamed and gentle y/n, the one light of his life. With Eden, he knew he could get away with much more, yet still, he always found himself to insert acts of tenderness knowing that regardless of how rough he fucks, he loved his Eden just as much he loved his y/n.

Since Eden only was drawn out at Ethan’s bidding, Heeseung only had the experience of Eden through a shared moment when he was half and half of his two sides the night of the frat party. Knowing full well that Ethan, even at his slightest presence, was a requirement in summoning and pleasing Eden, he felt it necessary to have his Ethan side to aid in the taming of his wickedly sexy enchantress.

Feeling her walls clench violently, Eden’s gasps harshly spewing out as he ruins her, Ethan feels himself coming close to the explosion of pleasure as his thrusts lose all forms of neat structure, becoming sloppy and rushed as the peak of his orgasm is on edge and the desperation to cum entangles every sensation in his body. Unable to withstand his ruthless performance, Eden bites down her lip and succumbs to his prowess and cums all over him. The clenching of her walls swallows him in deep and pulsates against his shaft, tapping him to orgasm.

A single, yet loud, groan gasps out of Ethan as he releases inside her. The sound of his voice traveling in her ear increased the vibrancy of her pulsating walls, along with the ferocious twitching of his cock as it remains buried inside. The soothed feeling of her man cumming and putting all his children inside of her thrilled her, the thought of him breeding with her only made him more appealing.

The y/n side may have thought it too soon for her and Heeseung to become parents, but her Eden side found sexual and emotional joy at the thought of Ethan turning her into a mother. He never expressed it, but he knew of her feelings on the matter and felt the same.

Someday.

#heeseung x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #heeseung drabbles #heeseung scenario #enha x reader #enha heeseung #enha smut #enha angst #enha scenarios #enha imagines #heeseung imagines

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487. The Dunkin Donuts Post

There's just something that comforts me about 80s and 90s Dunkin' Donuts. Dunkin is kind of a joke around where I live, unfortunately. It's always hit or miss - mostly miss.

(source)

Maybe 'cuz Fred the Baker from the commercials isn't up at 4am making the donuts fresh anymore, who knows. He retired in 1997.

Hey look, it's a real Fred the Baker from 1993. Steve O'Brien would wake up at 2am!

Lots to unpack here:

-that Dunkin wallpaper!

-Dunkin used to be a place where you would sit at a counter and chill. Here's a video of one in Massachusetts in the early 80s.

-I wonder what Mel Gee's wife really thought about him going right back to Dunkin after dinner instead of staying with her?

-I miss chicken salad and tuna salad sandwiches at Dunkin! I only had one once or twice at the Dunkin near my house that was barely a Dunkin, but they were heavenly.

-I wanted to know if just maybe this Dunkin was still open. There are two Dunkins on Orange Avenue in Orlando. There was one that looked way too new, and then there was this one:

(2007)

Is this the one?!

Mel and his friends couldn't smoke in most Dunkin's after 1995 though.

Thankfully Mel didn't hang out at one of the stores that recorded conversations! Dunkin said heck no and shut it down.

Mel and his friends also didn't eat bagels back then either. Dunkin didn't get bagels in all its locations until around 1996! Back then they had 12 varieties! They usually only have two or three vanities at the ones near me.

I bet Mel got his girl one of these for Christmas. Notice that separate round disc. You affixed that to your dash with the included sticky stuff, and slid your cup into the disc. Life before cupholders.

Dunkin became hip to hang out at in the Philippines .

Unfortunately this Exxon franchise in Memphis flew too close to the sun too early in 1990, and their venture serving Dunkin at their stations fell flat within five years. I like Janice's uniform.

On that note, I remember the DD's in the convenience stores at the Air Force base (PX?) always had the most saddest driest munchkins.

Wait, Dunkin owned some Chili's?! According to a Boston Magazine story the investment "sent stocks into a spiral". 1

Does anybody remember the Kaluha coolatta?

I read this wrong at first, and thought that someone shaped a munchkin to look like a shaft, not someone arranged munchkins to look like a Weiner and balls. I think Sandra was just seeing stuff.

David's Dunkin Customer Complaint site even has a wikipedia page. Here is the 1998 archive.

1.Storrs, Francis. “Dunkin’ Donuts Run: An Oral History and Love Story.” Boston Magazine (blog), August 30, 2010. https://web.archive.org/web/20180313174853/https://www.bostonmagazine.com/2010/08/30/dunkins-run-a-love-story/

#dunkin donuts #1980s #1990s #old newspapers

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Im watching a documentary about celts and white people and white power and Europe and Finnic people and Scandinavian people and The Roman Empire and white people feeling real nazistic now anyway sends all the emojis of the emoji game -🎀

Sana Tamaan Ka Ng Kidlat Ni Bathala

haha anyway wow 🎀 anon that sounds like a very educational documentary. did that inspire uu with any nazi feelings?

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a kin memory

as sunny omori, i was genderfluid afab, probably on the aroace spectrum, and used any pronouns. mari's full name was Marianne. can't remember my first name, i just know that sunny was a nickname that literally everyone used so it became a substitute for my actual name

mari and i were filipino-chinese (+american), kel and hero were south american, Aubrey was filipino-american, basil was just north american. faraway town had a lot of poc

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a name/prn/title/label i hoard

I'm super drawn to anything related to stories :P

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5 min edit of a random character

yk uur talented when uur 5 minute edits still look good as hell /J

i love the "unmotivated" frame sm i wanna use it in an actual edit someday....

"angel stop editing NSO" NO!!

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a quote/song lyric

" i have nothing to complain about. i may not be perfect to you, but I'm plenty good enough to myself. "

" ... now i understand. i wanted everyone to love me. i sought for so much. to know everything when i had everything. but i never tried to find out what i truly wanted... and i can't have it anymore. ah, i could have turned back any time, but now it's all gone because of me ! "

dialogue from the houseki no kuni/land of the lustrous manga. can't remember which chapter but it's near the end. i won't talk about the context much in case i spoil someone but i really really really truly super duper resonate with this dialogue 🙃🙃

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a game i played

today's game is... va-11 hall-a: cyberpunk bartender action! also known as waifu bartending and the true lesbian experience

time to mix drinks and change lives.

i first learned about it when my friend told me it was the type of game i would like. i looked it up and, wow he wasn't wrong. it really did look like something I'd be into. so when the steam spring sale rolled around a few days or a week ago i bought it!

honestly the title is very direct with what the game is about. you play as Jill, a bartender in va-11 hall-a (referred to simply as Valhalla) in a technologically advanced world and a corrupt city. you serve drinks to your clients, have long conversations with them where stuff about the characters and world is revealed, and tolerate their weirdness. the game is visual novel heavy and focuses a lot on the talking, which is fine with me! i like the combination of lots and lots of dialogue and casual gameplay where uu still kind of need to use uur brain

there's a lot of cute girls in the game (re: waifu bartending and the true lesbian experience)

to the left is Dorothy, a lilim robot (basically an advancedsex robot. her product line in particular is modeled to be on the younger side physically) she's really sweet and bubbly and she has a kind personality. to the right is Dana, Jill's boss. i don't know much about Dana yet but a lot of mystery surrounds her. a lot of characters say she's very strong and there's lots of rumors about how she got her prosthetic arm (a lot of rumors may have been started by her.) also Jill's wallpaper is of herself and Dana together and she apparently has lots of photos of Dana in her gallery. i hope i can see them get together

i find the GUI very satisfying. there's also a home segment where uu sit at home with Jill's cat, fore, and browse Jill's phone. uu can also buy stuff. Jill gets distracted very easily so sometimes uu have to buy things from the online store so Jill would be less distracted at work (SO REAL she's the most accurate representation of ADHD lesbians ever)

since it takes place in a cyberpunk setting there's some political shit going on, the city they live in is a really Bad city with lots of crime and injustice, and the organization "white knights" (basically the cops but stronger and more organized) are known to be power hungry and use their power unfairly for the wrong reasons. also the prime minister seems a bit incompetent? there's also something about a hacker called Alice rabbit... but also at the start of the game, Jill had this weird dream about a girl and occasionally the girl appears on the bar's tv for a split second...... yeah there's a lot going on here

anyways i find the game really fun and i hope to play it more when i have more free time! im still super early in the game . i don't have a singular favorite character yet bc I'm still at the beginning so idk much about them yet and they all look cool to me!!

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infodump about an oc

OKAY, SO! the oc i will discuss here is connected to nyxa, an oc i discussed here but reading that infodump isn't necessary to understand this one (not like anyone reads these anyway /lh)

remmeber when i said that, as far as nyxa knows she's the only surviving member of her family after they all killed each other?? WELL! that's wrong she's not the only survivor. her older sister survived as well!

this is Amos faust! (or fraust... i spelled her last name differently sometimes) although Amos isn't really her real name, it's just an alias that she always goes by. shes the head of a detective agency! (in my phoebe and nyxa infodump i mention that nyxa becomes a head of a detective agency when she's an adult. she takes over amos' agency)

her backstory is she studied in cloud tower but in her 3rd year she dropped out and disappeared. no one came looking for her because.. no one really knew her, yk? she was quiet, mysterious, she avoided everyone and everyone avoided her. eventually after leaving cloud tower she began a personal investigation where she hunted down a specific person/group that had something to do with her family's demise (like an enemy of the family) and it led her to a detective agency. she concluded that her target was the director. so she entered the agency, climbed the ranks,became trusted and known within the agency, until she had the opportunity to get close enough to the director and kill them. except, she was wrong about her target, so now she had the blood of an innocent person on her hands. out of genuine guilt and regret (and also because she was emotionally attached to this agency and she figured she would have an easier time continuing her investigation within the agency) she pulled some strings and appointed herself as the new director. and she has been the director for the past ██ years.

Amos is a very eccentric person, and those who don't know her well might even regard her as scary. she arrives to strange conclusions, she comes up with strange plans, but somehow her plans always work. most of the time. the people working under her have learned not to question it. she's very skilled at fighting, spywork, reading and using people, etc. it's hard to know if any of her current personality is even true. but sometimes, one can observe that she genuinely cares for the few people who are very close to her, such as her sister nyxa and her assistant. shes also sarcastic, unafraid to speak her mind, really confident in herself and her abilities.

so how do Amos and nyxa meet again?

basically in their 3rd year at alfea, students can sign up as for different part time jobs with agencies that alfea partnered with. there's a wide range of jobs and it's meant to help the students get familiar with the work environment of the career they want to pursue in the future. yk, gain some experience, make connections, get a paycheck, etc. phoebe and nyxa try applying for many jobs but in the end they go with a detective agency. very few students applied for it so they easily get hired after they attend the orientation and pass the test, and also they think it's really cool

when they applied and worked there for a few weeks/months, the director was away on a long business trip so nyxa didn't immediately realize that her fucking sister was in the agency. and idk if she would realize it immediately either. because she hasn't seen her sister in YEARS and i like to think something separated them very early in their lives so they weren't close at all. but Amos would immediately recognize her i think

but yeah. skipping past the specifics of the situation: eventually nyxa learns the truth, she's no longer alone, she still has surviving family etc. nyxa and Amos try to rebuild a familial bond again but it's awkward bc its like.... honestly at this point in their lives they're like strangers to each other. but it's okay they take the time to get to know each other again

i like to imagine nyxa and Phoebe going on missions together with Amos as their chaperone/guardian/protector/guide ^_^

anyway yeah that's all i have to say i think

#🎀﹕ ribbon anon 𝜗𝜚 ︵#🎮﹕ press start 𝜗𝜚 ︵

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