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Read this: Dialogue between Crown Prince Angelo and Catherine Portes (@iamcatdagreat)

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Hey, Cat! How have you been?"

Catherine Portes says: "Good, I missed you!"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Missed me, really? Are you sure?"

Catherine Portes says: "Okay, I'm lying, I missed your money, where the money at, nigga?"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Okay, now we're talking. That's more like it."

Catherine Portes says: "Are you sayin' I'm a gold digger?"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "No, I never said that! You said that. I didn’t."

Catherine Portes says: "Is that why you avoid me? You never come to see me, why?"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Because I know you're f*ckin' actors and singers, you made it now. You should be happy. I hooked you up with all the ballers, actors, and singers in Black America. You made it to the top."

Catherine Portes says: "Yeah, I guess I could say I made it to the top, it’s true."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "But still, you’ve been busy, right? Riding the wave of fame."

Catherine Portes says: "But f*ck all that! I want you, let me ride that d*ck real quick!"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "I can't do that. You’ll steal my sperm, and I can’t let you steal my sperm—it’s way too expensive."

Catherine Portes says: "What do you mean by expensive sperm?"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Well, you see! You're used to f*ckin' dudes that are ballers, actors, and singers. But you've never f*cked a monarch before. That’s what we call expensive sperm! Because the sperm of a monarch can get you land, sovereignty, oil wealth, and all sorts of other perks. That’s why I told you my sperm is way too expensive for you."

Catherine Portes says: "Wait! So, I f*cked Spike Lee and Denzel, and I thought I made it in life. So, you’re telling me that Lenny Kravitz has cheap sperm? These actors and singers have cheap sperm?"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "You f*cked a team of famous men who have cheap sperm. They give you a few dollars and tell you to go buy yourself a happy meal!"

Catherine Portes says: "This is unexpected news! I thought I was f*ckin' legends in the entertainment business. I had no idea they had cheap sperm!"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Wait, hold on. They are still legends in the entertainment world, I respect their movies and songs, but the truth is they are members of the cheap sperm team."

Catherine Portes says: "Come on, Angelo! Don’t leave me with these men, they all have cheap sperm! Help a sister out, will you?"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "I can't give you my sperm. It's too expensive for you. If I give you access to my sperm, you'll invite all the ghetto girls into my palace. I can't let that happen to me."

Catherine Portes says: "No, I promise I will behave. I won’t bring hood rat chicks into your palace, you have my word."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Yeah, okay! I guess I have to trust you."

Catherine Portes says: "Wait, how did you know I fu*cked Lenny Kravitz and Denzel?"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "I heard it from Tyga (@tyga), he talks a lot, that guy. He also told me you f*cked LL Cool J (@llcoolj), Will Smith (@willsmith), and Pharrell (@pharrell) too. I see you've been busy. Get that paper, girl!"

Catherine Portes says: "I f*cked Drake too."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Yeah, I already know."

Catherine Portes says: "When can I see you? I wanna ride that d*ck too."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Yeah, I can’t let you ride it. I got a French pornstar riding my d*ck already, her name is Julia Channel IG: (@thisisjuliachannel). She’s in her fifties, but she’s so experienced, she can do a much better job than you in bed, that’s for sure."

Catherine Portes says: "Who is this woman? You f*ckin' '90s pornstars now? I saw her videos, she is hot. I gotta admit, she’s fine."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "I have known Julia Channel since I was a teenager. She is my favorite French pornstar. We are friends and lovers. We've been f*ckin' for almost three decades now. She’s my high-school sweetheart—but the pornstar version, get it?"

Catherine Portes says: "I didn’t know that. I’m kinda jealous though. Do you think I should start a beef with her or become friends? I don’t know. I’m undecided. I don’t know if I should hug Julia or punch her in the face because she stole my man."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Now, hold on, she didn’t steal your man. I’m not your man, alright? And I think you should be friends with her. She’s a very peaceful woman. Don’t start beef with my Julia. Be nice, be kind, alright? You can even f*ck her; she gives good head. You will never regret it. Julia Channel will become your girlfriend, girl f*ckin' girl stuff."

Catherine Portes says: "Yeah, okay! I promise I will not hurt her. I will be kind to Julia Channel."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Also, I have to give you a forewarning: You should know that Julia Channel has many friends in the celebrity world of France. You should ask her to block them because they are way too intrusive, and they are full of clout chasers. You should tell her to block all the clout chasers in France because they pose a threat to your safety. Julia must make sure everyone is safe by closing the door and never letting these clout chasers in. Lock your windows and close your doors."

Catherine Portes says: "I will tell her to block the clout chasers in France. Noted. Anything else you want to tell me?"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Yeah, you should introduce your boyfriend Taz Williams (@taz_williams) to Julia Channel. Ask him to protect her when she’s in the United States. She’s under his safety. Taz is responsible for Julia’s protection."

Catherine Portes says: "Yeah, okay! I’ll tell Taz to protect her."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Julia Channel will be your bestie in France, and you will be her bestie in the United States. It’s a favor-for-a-favor type of relationship. You watch her back in the USA, and she watches your back in France."

Catherine Portes says: "Okay, I understand. Bye for now, until next time. I love you, Angelo!"

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Yeah, I guess I love you too. You can keep f*ckin' cheap sperm guys, I don’t mind at all. I know you're a freak anyway. Why stop now, right?"

Catherine Portes says: "Thanks, boo! I’ll keep f*ckin' around."

Crown Prince Angelo says: "Yeah, you do that. Go f*ck around! Have fun. Big hugs for you!"

The End.

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Title: Synopsis of the Dialogue Between Crown Prince Angelo and Catherine Portes

In this lively and humorous exchange, Crown Prince Angelo and Catherine Portes (@iamcatdagreat) engage in a frank conversation about wealth, relationships, and power dynamics.

In this dialogue, Crown Prince Angelo and Catherine Portes (@iamcatdagreat) engage in a candid conversation filled with humor, banter, and flirtation. Catherine expresses her initial interest in Angelo's wealth, prompting Angelo to tease her about being a gold digger. The conversation takes a sharp turn when Angelo accuses Catherine of sleeping with various high-profile actors and musicians, whom he claims have "cheap sperm." He explains that, as a monarch, his "expensive sperm" carries far more value due to the potential for land sovereignty and wealth it could provide.

Catherine is surprised by Angelo's assessment, having believed that sleeping with celebrities like Lenny Kravitz, Denzel Washington, LL Cool J, and others meant she'd reached the top. Angelo playfully reassures her that while they are still legends in the entertainment world, they belong to what he calls the "cheap sperm team."

The dialogue continues with Catherine expressing jealousy over Julia Channel (@thisisjuliachannel), a French porn star and longtime lover of Angelo. Despite her initial frustration, Angelo encourages Catherine to befriend Julia and even hints at the possibility of a romantic relationship between the two women. He also warns Catherine about the dangers of clout chasers in France and suggests that she and her boyfriend, Taz Williams, should protect Julia when she’s in the United States.

The conversation ends with both characters accepting the playful and carefree nature of their relationship, with Catherine agreeing to continue her romantic escapades, and Angelo seemingly content with the arrangement.

Here is a picture of Julia Channel—such a beauty in her 50s.

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 4 years ago

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happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

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philliamwrites · 4 years ago

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killing me softly with his song | (Childe / Reader) [chpt.1]

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Childe / Reader

Tags: #fem!reader, #from childhood friends to lovers, #reader is a fatui agent, #slow burn, #unresolved sexual tension, #mature language, #forbidden love

Words: 2k

Summary: "Lybuov zla, polyubish i kozla," sighs your sister as she wipes off the table, but that makes you feel even more miserable. Falling for a goat might save you from an actual heartbreak by Tartaglia's hands.

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Loosely connected chapters about you and Childe finding happiness. Maybe.

Notes: Part 2

Masterlist

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childe? what a problematic asshole i hate him i- *trips* *thousands of pictures of childe spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i- *slips on a pile of pictures* fu ck no they’re not mine i hate him i just- *more pictures fall out as i fall to my knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUst LISTEN

Chapter 1

A cold gust of icy wind drives you deeper into the sheets and you swear by the name of Her Majesty Herself once you get up and find Alexei, you’ll smother him with a towel for leaving a window open in the middle of the night.

Somewhere outside, a rooster crows. Fine, not dead of the night then, but no one cares for technicalities like these when sleep is involved. Especially after a night like this one, when Alexei fucked you into oblivion and back, you need every minute of shuteye you can get before another day of exhausting missions in the Chechnaya Taiga of Snezhnaya claims your last strand of sanity.

It’s peaceful mornings like these that make it all worthwhile though—the quiet during the early golden hour when people slowly wake up to a brand-new day and get ready to do their chores, their factory work. The sheer number of possibilities stretching out before their hands, and hope rekindled every morning despite the harsh cold waiting at their doorsteps. You love how everything stands still, how even the uncaring universe seems to grant people a sliver of peace, allows them to be soft and vulnerable. To be kind to themselves by indulging in a freshly brewed cup of coffee or tea. Nothing can spoil this for you, nothing and no one—

An awkward cough sounds from the door. You close your eyes, willing him to disappear by simply ignoring him, but his eyes burn into the back of your head like two smouldering coals and eventually, you turn around to see Alexei standing in the door frame, shifting from left to right. “There’s someone out there who wants to talk to you,” he says.

Turning around, you try to disappear into your pillow. “Whoever it is, I’m sure they can wait until it isn’t such a damn unholy time.”

Alexei clears his throat. “It’s uhm … it’s someone from the Fatui.”

Your eyes snap open. Suddenly the warm, cosy blankets feel like a snake’s tight hold around your body, and you struggle out of its grip, grabbing for the dressing gown you carelessly threw around the back of your chair last night.

The sun hangs low in the east, painting the city of Kerch that stretches outside of your window a sheen of dusky gold. When the red-brown bricks of the dacha cottages come into view, you think of the gingerbread houses you used to make as a child every year in celebration of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa of the Zapolyarny Palace.

Cold already seeps into your bones even though the robe is tight around your body. You hiss when your bare feet hit the icy floor but can’t find your slippers. Time to die like a woman.

You brush past Alexei, who’s scratching his head, still just in his underwear and you think him crazy for walking around half-naked like that even though it’s minus 58F outside and the heating systems inside your barracks only start to work once outside temperatures drop to minus 75F.

Maybe what they say is true. People from around Noyabrsk in the north of Snezhnaya regularly dip into frosty rivers and you do remember him mentioning ice swimming is his hobby. It was one of the few things you thought attractive about him. Actually, it was the only thing you thought attractive about him.

Light streams into the floor from the kitchen, flickering once, twice in dangerous foreboding. It’s time to switch the lightbulb. Tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure, because that isn’t important right now. What’s important is Tartaglia sitting at your table, leaning back in a chair, both feet crossed on top of the table, and eating your leftover mayonnaise sandwich you saved up for breakfast.

His eyes slide lazily toward you, taking in your form—barefoot, shivering even though the fur from your bathrobe is of the finest white wolf fur obtainable on the market.

Tartaglia finishes your sandwich, smacks his lips and licks mayo off his fingers. He doesn’t even like it, and you know from time to time he can’t handle dairy all that well. He just eats it because he knows how it infuriates you.

“Alexei, huh,” he says in lieu of hello. “Didn’t know you’re into himbos.”

Behind you, Alexei makes a sound like a kicked puppy. You glare at him over your shoulder, then jut your chin towards the front door. “Out. Now.”

He doesn’t wait for you to repeat yourself. Surprisingly fast for a guy this big, he bolts into your room, gets dressed in record speed and leaves your little one-bedroom apartment without so much as a Goodbye or “We’ll hear from each other,” and you prefer it that way. It saves stuff from getting messy.

Speaking of messy, you really wish Tartaglia would have sent you a note before coming. The smell of icy wind and snowy forests clings to his clothes. He must have come straight from a mission, not unusual in the slightest, yet in most cases he sends a message your way just to make sure he doesn’t run into one of your one-night stands and it doesn’t get ugly.

Like right now.

“I thought you had a little more class than that,” he says nonchalantly. His feet keep wobbling from left to right until you make your way over and push them off your table. Not that you actually sit there to take your meals, no. But this is your home, you have to assert dominance.

“Well, I’m not picky,” you say, taking the empty chair opposite from him. “The nights of Fyrva’snezh are really fucking cold.”

“I’m sure Fire-Water will do the same trick.” He’s sulking, yet he has no right to it and knowing Tartaglia, that’s why he sulks even more.

Your relationship can be summarised with one word: complicated. Which is funny, because besides martial arts classes (taught by a teacher that is a real ball of sunshine who could easily snap your spine like a twig) and infiltration tactics courses (led by a grumpy teacher who once woke you all up in the middle of the night to do a spontaneous quiz about infiltration steps and everyone who failed or fell asleep had to run a marathon through the forest in their underwear) you had to take at the Fatui military school of Zapolyarny, they also teach mathematics and molecular physics, and that shit was complicated.

Growing up in a small seaside village—bless little Morepesok; how much you miss babushka Katya’s refreshing botvinia soup—with only a handful kids your age, gravitating towards Tartaglia was the natural development. He loves ice-fishing, you love eating fish. You gag just smelling solyanka, he wolfs it down like it might be his last meal on earth. Opposites attract each other, as they say, and how true it is for you two—you, the morning person and he, the night owl; his will of iron and your nerves of steel. Your bow, his sword, even though Tartaglia is a masochist who likes to make it hard for himself by trying to switch weapons solely because you’re better at it than him and he is a sore loser.

His worship of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, your fear of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.

“I don’t think you came all the way here just to call me a slut,” you say. He is in no position to do so anyway, because Camilla from the ptychy’moloko shop down the road that leads to the Sarov church didn’t shut up about blowing him for weeks until you sent her a liver of a pig and claimed that was the leftovers from the last girl that thought she could put a leash on the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Camilla quickly moved on to an inconspicuous merchant who sells matryoshka dolls for a living and all is well that ends well.

“What do you want?”

Tartaglia starts tapping a gloved finger against the wooden table, a nervous tick you don’t know he’s aware of.

“I’m leaving for Liyue first thing tomorrow.” His tone is low when he speaks, his earlier nonchalance replaced by a sense of urgency.

“Okay.” It isn’t the first time he’s leaving Snezhnaya by order of the Tsaritsa, but every time he does, something inside you leaves with him. “So, you want me to keep an eye out for Teucer and the others?”

“He’s really unhappy I’m leaving again already.” Tartaglia doesn’t mention the reason he was sent away just a couple of months ago to Inazuma was because he accidentally blew up an artillery factory belonging to a nobleman that secretly shipped orders to Fontain. The fallout from that was easier to handle with him not being anywhere nearby. Tartaglia is like a pair of hot tongues; no one is sure where to put him or how soon he would cool off, but if they just drop him, he might light the world on fire. Kid gloves are put on and a careful perimeter marked out.

“And what excuse did you make up this time?” You knock your foot into his leg, lingering on his calf just a second too long before withdrawing again. “Another business trip to promote your toys? You can’t hold up this charade forever, you know.”

“Why, your eyes feast on Snezhnaya’s greatest expatriate toy seller, now extending to the Liyue Branch of our Institute for Toy Research.” Tartaglia’s eyes have taken on a playful glint, and he leans forward as he speaks. “You wouldn’t be so cold to break a little boy’s heart. That’s not you.”

You want to remind him that you have no problem to put an arrow between a man’s eyes, or rip out his fingernails, one by one, to get the information that you want.

“You owe me, toy man.”

“Put it on my tab.”

Tartaglia looks like there’s something else he wants to say, but as always, he decides to swallow those words even though they must hurt like swallowing needles. You know that feeling, and so you help him sort out his tightly entangled yarn of emotions by figuratively pushing him off the cliff.

“Don’t forget to bring condoms. I hear the women of Liyue are beautiful.”

Tartaglia goes a sickly grey colour, like the ashes of a dead fire, but he’s been the leading role of this play too long to fall out of character now. He gets up and stretches like a cat getting comfortable in a spot of sunlight. His jacket rides up, showing a stripe of skin, and you quickly turn your head away before giving into leaning over the table and mark him with your teeth.

Patting his left pants’ pocket, Tartaglia says, “I’m always prepared.” He carries a grin that is dry, humourless, and for a brief moment, you two lock eyes, trading a look that feels like a dare. You allow yourselves to imagine how he picks you up and carries you to your bed where you two would proceed to fuck without abandon through the whole day and the following night, leaving the bed only to get food until Tartaglia leaves for Liyue and you’d send each other love letters until his return. What an idea. What an utterly stupid, naive, wonderful idea.

“Well, lucky ladies,” you say, not bothering to hide the jealousy in your voice because jealousy is easier to handle than regret.

“Lucky indeed,” he agrees and dons his easy-going smile, one that he’s perfected after hours upon hours in front of the mirror until it accomplished what he wanted: to mock people, infuriate them.

On his way out, he stops to ruffle your hair in an affectionate way, one typical for childhood friends, but the distance between you is like the ocean separating Snezhnaya from Liyue.

It was on the very first day of your conscription into the military organisation, Number Six of the Ten Laws that the Fatui abide by: Any physical or romantic relationship between Fatui agents is prohibited. As thou would not exchange flesh with thy brother or sister, so thou shalt not with your comrade, for he or she is thy brother or sister in arms.

And everyone knows Her Majesty the Tsaritsa’s word is law, and though the law is hard, it is the law.

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otomefoxystar · 5 years ago

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In Love at Last

Fandom: Ikémen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide X MC

Warning: NSFW

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,353

She woke at the infirmary, not knowing what was going on and sat up quickly

“ Whoa mouse settle down” He pushed her back down gently. “ You need to lie down.” She looked around the room, and nobody, but Mitsuhide was there

“ Mitsuhide? What happened, I don’t remember anything.” Mitsuhide gave her a smirk

“ Really? Nothing?” She glared at him “ quit teasing me, and tell me what happened.” He inhaled deeply

“ I don’t know what I am to do with you. You are quite troublesome, you fainted.” Her eyes went wide

“ What? I’ve never fainted before” She looked at him feeling confused “ Why do I feel so confused? And why is my head pounding?”

The door slid open, and in came Ieyasu “ You hit your head that’s why, and you hit it hard.”

She rubbed her head now more conscious of the pain than before.

“You are quite lucky actually, we were all in the dining hall and you were insistent on getting the sake, but as you stood up you went back down, and hit your head on the table. You do know you’ve been unconscious for two days right?”

“ What?!” Ieyasu leaned back as she shouted

“Guess that’s a no, you’ve really got to take better care of yourself. From what I can tell you fainted from hunger.”

She cocked an eyebrow “ I was hungry? Ieyasu I don’t remember a damn thing from that day.”

He rolled his eyes “ I expected as much, but seriously you got to eat even when you’re working. If you’re fainting from hunger that’s not a good thing.” Ieyasu turned to Mitsuhide

“ She needs to rest now, and I need to examine her.”

“I’ll be back in the morning” She smiled at him as he left.

When Mitsuhide came back in the morning Ieyasu was folding up some sheets, and _ _ _ was sitting up with the color returning to her face.

“ Oh, you’re up?” Ieyasu turned to look at him

“You're allowed to leave, _ _ _ but you can’t go back to work for two weeks. I want you to be easy on yourself, you’ll still be confused for a couple of days. That should go away. Mitsuhide, I want you to make sure she gets to her quarters.”

Mitsuhide smiled and held out his arm for her to take and once they got to her quarters he stepped in and slid the screen shut.

He turned around and walked over to her

“ You tease me mouse, even when you’re asleep.”

She looked at him questioningly “what are you talking about?”

Mitsuhide had a serious look on his face. None of the teasing was in his face now. It was lit up with passion.

“ You had Ieyasu fawning over you. I thought I was going to go out of my mind. All I could think about is how I should be the one taking care of you.” As he said this he took a strand of her hair and smelled it. “ How I’ve missed your scent. You’ve got a hold on me mouse that no woman has ever had before. I am yours”

she was flabbergasted “ Mitsuhide, I had no idea.”

He smirked, and reached his hands to her body, and turned her so he had her against the wall with his hands on either side of her head. Then his lips crashed against hers, moving slowly and in every direction. When she opened her mouth, he plunged his tongue in. He explored every inch of her mouth, caressing her tongue with his own as his hands fell to her cheeks. “Mmmm”

she scraped her nails at the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

They were both breathing hard through their noses, and he finally broke the kiss. Only to connect his eyes with hers and she saw not only passion but want and need. His pupils were growing in size indicating his need for her.

“ Why, Mitsuhide I do believe you’re jealous”

she moved her hands from his hair to his face.

“ I am, and it’s all your fault.” She put a finger to his lips

“You say you are mine, well what if I told I am yours as well.” He looked at her tenderly “I really hope what you say is true.”

She kissed him gently, and as she pulled back looked him straight in the eyes.

“ Do I look like I’m lying to you. What reason do I have to lie about such a thing?” He searched her eyes for any break in her irreproachable honesty, but there was none.

“ Can I be honest with you?” He asked as he rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. “Of course” She smiled.

He had to say it. It needed to be said.

“ I’m tired, so very tired. I don’t want to hide anymore, I don’t want to sneak around anymore. I want to claim you as mine, you said it yourself that you are mine. I want to show you off to the world as my woman, my princess, my chatelaine.”

her heart started racing, she had to know if she was hearing him correctly.

“You want to tell everyone?”

“ Yes. It is time” She beamed at him

“ That would make me so happy Mitsuhide.”

He traced her nose “ good because I am going to claim you. Right now.”

She cocked her head to the side slightly, and he scooped her up in his arms princess style, and she yelped.

He laid her down gently on the futon and climbed on top of her slightly.

“We’ve done this so many times, yet it feels different. New.” He smiled a genuine smile “I don’t know how gentle I can be.” She laughed

“ You can be rough with me it’s okay.” He took in a deep breath

“ as long as you know what you’re getting into.”

She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head down to her lips, and kissed him, deeply. He complied and sat them up bringing her into his lap. He began to kiss along her jaw, to her ear nibbling gently on her earlobe before he sucked it.

“Ahh..” He smiled “ That’s it mouse sing for me.”

He began to loosen her obi and opened the front of her kimono to reveal her subtle breasts. He took in the sight and felt his cock begin to harden. He slipped her kimono off, leaving her naked in all her glory. He laid her down on the futon

“ Why am I the only one that is naked?”

He chuckled. “ I want to take my time with you today, you will get what you want as soon I am satisfied that I have pleasured you.”

He started kissing down her neck biting and sucking leaving a trail of love bites.

“ Mitsuhide! I can’t hide those.” He chuckled again

“ You are mine, remember. I am claiming you.”

He licked across her collarbone, and down in between her breasts. He pinched her nipples and began rolling one between his fingers while he circled the other one with his tongue, then took it into his mouth. He gently bit pulling the flexible skin before letting go. He did the same to the other side while feeling down her sides and across her torso.

She could feel herself heating up, and sensations started down in her core. She opened his kimono and felt his muscular pecks.

“ Not yet mouse. You cannot touch until I say so.”

He continued to kiss down her body, and once he reached her belly he sucked and bit leaving a large blooming love bite. He positioned himself in between her legs and pushed them apart with his knees. He went back up, and kissed her, while he ghosted his fingertips down her thighs.

“ mmm... Fuck, Mitsuhide touch me already!” She demanded, and he stopped

“ I told you, I am taking my time. It’ll be worth your while I promise.”

He smirked and put his fingers at her entrance collecting her essence. He went up her folds to stop on her clit.

“Ohhh!”

He looked up at her, and saw her cheeks heating up and her breath hitching.

“ mm, feel good?” He started going in circular motions. “ yes, yes!” He kissed her neck

“ That’s my dirty girl.”

She started writhing under him, and as he continued to toy with her clit. He brought his face down to her heat and spread her legs leaving her clit pulsing and begging for more.

He positioned himself so that his hands were on her hips. He licked the flat of his tongue along her clit

“Ahhh”

then he put two fingers inside her entrance and searched for that rough spot that brought her so much pleasure. He continued his attack on her clit with his tongue as he moved his fingers in and out of her entrance.

“ Mitsu....fuck, right there!”

She started panting. He pulled away momentarily

“You are being awfully loud my love, someone’s going to hear you.”

“ I don’t fucking care”

He chuckled and began licking up and down her clit. He felt himself getting harder but was restricted by his clothes.

He kept going knowing it’d be worth it. She brought her hands down, and tugged at his hair, while she moved her hips in time with his licks

“ Faster....I’m...almost....there.”

He began pumping more vigorously and licking harder

“ That’s it, so...close.” He licking faster, and he felt her walls flutter. Indicating her impending orgasm.

“ Ohhhhh... Mitsu...hide....fu...ck.” He pushed his fingers in her faster “ I’m going to come.”

a knock on the door

“ Are you okay in there lass?” Masamune asked concern seeping out of his voice. Hideyoshi walked by,

“ What’s going on?”

“ I don’t know I keep hearing noises from her room. I don’t know if she’s sick or what.” Hideyoshi came to the door

“_ _ _? We’re worried about you.”

Mitsuhide drew away from her “nooooo” she whined.

“ I told you someone was going to hear. Let me handle this, and I’ll take care of you.” He got up, not bothering to fix his hair or Kimono, and opened the door.

“Mitsuhide!” Masamune and Hideyoshi said in unison.

“ What is going on in there?”

Masamune started laughing and trying to turn Hideyoshi away

“ C’mon Hideyoshi the lass is fine” Hideyoshi wouldn’t budge

“ Mitsuhide, I need an explanation.” He glared at Mitsuhide, thinking he was hurting her.

“ Let me put in a way you’ll understand Hideyoshi.”

Masamune started rolling in laughter.

“ I’d appreciate that.”

Masamune shook his head back and forth while laughing

“ Really, Hideyoshi, we need to leave them be.”

“ Well, you see Hideyoshi when a man and a woman love each other, they. How should I put this? they get intimate.”

Back in the room, _ _ _ was getting impatient

“Mitsuhide, I’m waiting” Mitsuhide smirked

“ I know that Mitsuhide I’m not an idiot. Wait, why are your clothes like that? Your hair is all messed — Oh shit!”

Masamune winked his eye “ Now he gets it” He smacked Hideyoshi on the shoulder “They are clearly in the middle of something, shall we be on our way?”

Hideyoshi glared at Masamune

“ You and _ _ _? That’s a curious pair, don’t hurt her Mitsuhide. This better not be a one night stand or I’m going to tear you apart.”

Mitsuhide cocked an eyebrow “ Listen, I appreciate your concern for MC but I would never hurt her.” Masamune grinned

“ Would you look at that? Mitsuhide is in love with her. Congratulations, I’m happy for you two.” Masamune grabbed Hideyoshi’s arm and dragged him away.

Mitsuhide came back

“I’m sure everyone will know by morning with the mouth on Masamune.” MC looked at him with need

“ Mitsuhide, I want you inside of me.” He laughed lightly

“We are getting impatient, aren’t we? I want to make you come. Then you can have me.” He laid down on his stomach with his face between her legs, and began licking, then took her clit and sucked on it

“ahhh”

He entered two fingers back in her, pumping them in and out roughly, while he licked and sucked at her clit

“ Ohhhhh... Harder” he pumped his fingers in harder.

Suddenly, she gushed and her walls convulsed, letting him know she found her release. He licked her clean and pumped his fingers in slowly to help her ride out her orgasm. After she caught her breath Mitsuhide sat up.

She kneeled in front of him untying his Kimono, letting it fall off his toned body. She pulled his hard cock out from its confines, causing him to hiss in relief. He took off the remainder of his clothing and sat back down. She climbed on his lap lining his cock with her entrance, and slowly sank down on to it.

“Ahhh...you feel so damn good. Mine all mine.”

When he was all the way inside of her she started bouncing up and down, and he started thrusting up into her until they found themselves going at an insanely fast pace.

“ I’m not going to last long if we keep going like this.” He took her by the waist to hold onto her and laid her down. He thrust into her hard and fast.

“Fuck... _ _ _” She smiled as she moved her hips in sync with his.

He reached down and started circling her clit with his finger as he drove himself into her at a rapid pace. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, then she arched her back, and her walls clamped around him drawing him in towards her cervix. He continued to pound into her even though she had tightened herself so much he could hardly thrust, but as she came down from her high he thrust into her hard bringing himself to his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of her “ I love you Mitsuhide” She said as she kissed his cheek. He lifted his head and brushed her sweaty locks away from her face

“And I love you” they laid there naked just holding each other for what seemed like forever until they both drifted off into a comfortable slumber.

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firepurplestar · 5 years ago

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In Love at Last

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide X MC

Warning: NSFW

Genre: Smut

Written by: @firepurplestar

She woke at the infirmary, not knowing what was going on and sat up quickly “ Whoa mouse settle down” He pushed her back down gently. “ You need to lie down” She looked around the room, and nobody, but Mitsuhide was there “ Mitsuhide? What happened, I don’t remember anything.” Mitsuhide gave her a smirk “ Really? Nothing?” She glared at him “ quit teasing me, and tell me what happened.” He inhaled deeply “ I don’t know what I am to do with you. You are quite troublesome. You fainted.” Her eyes went wide “ What? I’ve never fainted before” She looked at him feeling confused “ Why do I feel so confused? And why is my head pounding?” The door slid open, and in came Ieyasu “ You hit your head that’s why, and you hit it hard.” She rubbed her head now more conscious of the pain than before.

“You are quite lucky actually, we were all in the dining hall and you were insistent on getting the sake, but as you stood up you went back down, and hit your head on the food tray. It was loud. You do know you’ve been unconscious for two days right?” Her eyes went wide “ What?!” Ieyasu leaned back as she shouted “ Guess that’s a no, you’ve really got to take better care of yourself. From what I can tell you fainted from hunger.” She cocked an eyebrow “ I was hungry? Ieyasu I don’t remember a damn thing from that day.” He rolled his eyes “ I expected as much, but seriously MC you got to eat even when you’re working. If you’re fainting from hunger that’s not a good thing.” Ieyasu turned to Mitsuhide “ She needs to rest now, and I need to examine her.” Mitsuhide nodded “I’ll be back in the morning” She nodded and smiled

Ieyasu was folding up some sheets, and MC was standing up with the color returned to her face “ Oh you’re up?” Ieyasu turned to look at him “ Your allowed to leave, MC but you can’t go back to work for two weeks. I want you to be easy on yourself, you’ll still be confused for a couple days. That should go away. Mitsuhide,I want you to make sure she gets to her quarters.” Mitsuhide nodded, and held out his arm for her to take and once they got to her quarters Mitsuhide stepped in and slid the door shut. He turned around and walked over to he “ You tease me mouse, even when you’re asleep.” She looked at him questiongly “what are you talking about?” Mitsuhide had a serious look on his face. None of the teasing was in his face now. It was lit up with passion. “ You had all the other Ieyasu fawning over you. I thought I was going to go out of my mind. All I could think about is how I should be the one taking care of you. I should be the one petting your hair.” As he said this he took a strand of her hair and smelled it. “ How I’ve missed your scent. You’ve got a hold on me mouse that no woman has ever had before. I am yours” MC was flabbergasted “ Mitsuhide, I had no idea” He smirked, and reached his hands to her body, and turned her so he had her against the wall.with his hands on either side of her head. Then his lips crashed against hers, moving slowly and at every direction. When she opened her mouth, he plunged his tongue in. He explored every inch of her mouth, caressing her tongue with his own as his hands fell to her cheeks. “Mmmm” she scraped her nails at the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

They were both breathing hard through their noses, and he finally broke the kiss. Only to connect his eyes with hers and she saw not only passion, but want and need. His pupils were growing in size indicating his need for her. “ Why Mitsuhide I do believe you’re jealous” MC moved her hands from his hair to his face, as she caressed his face. “ I am, and it’s all your fault.” She put a finger to his lips “You say you are mine, well what if I told I am yours as well.” He looked at her tenderly “ I really hope what you say is true.” She kissed him gently, and as she pulled back looked him straight in the eyes. “ Do I look like I’m lying to you. What reason do I have to lie about such a thing?” He searched her eyes for any break in her irreproachable honesty, but there was none. “ Can I be honest with you MC?” He asked as he rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. “ Of course” She smiled.

He had to say it. It needed to be said. “ I’m tired, so very tired. I don’t want to hide anymore, I don’t want to sneak around anymore. I want to claim you as mine, you said it yourself that you are mine. I want to show you off to the world as my woman, my princess, my chatelaine.” MC’s heart started racing, she had to know if she was hearing him correctly. “ You want to tell everyone?” He nodded his head “ Yes. It is time” She beamed at him “ That would make me so happy Mitsuhide.” He traced her nose “ Good, because I am going to claim you. Right now.” She cocked her head to the side slightly, and he scooped her up in his arms princess style, and she yelped.

He laid her down gently on the futon, and climbed on top of her slightly. “We’ve done this so many times, yet it feels different. New.” He smiled a genuine smile “It does. MC I don’t know how gentle I can be.” She laughed “ You can be rough with me it’s okay.” He took in a deep breath “ as long as you know what you’re getting into.” She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head down to her lips, and kissed him, deeply. He complied, and sat them up bringing her into his lap. He began to kiss along her jaw, and to her ear nibbling gently on her earlobe before he sucked it. “Ahh..” He smiled “ That’s it mouse, sing for me.” He began to loosen her obi, and opened the front of her kimono to reveal her subtle breasts. He took in the sight, and felt his cock begin to harden. He slipped her kimono off, leaving her naked in all her glory. He laid her back down on the futon “ Why am I the only one that is naked.” He chuckled. “ I want to take my time with you today, you will get what you want as soon I am satisfied that I have pleasured you.” He started kissing down her neck biting and sucking leaving a trail of love bites. “ Mitsuhide! I can’t hide those.” He chuckled again “ You are mine, remember. I am claiming you.” He licked across her collarbone, and down in between her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and began rolling one between his fingers while he circled the other one with his tongue, then took it into his mouth. He gently bit pulling the flexible skin before letting go. He did the same to the other side while feeling down her sides and across her torso.

She could feel herself heating up, and sensations started down in her core. She opened his kimono, and felt his muscular pecks. “ Not yet mouse. You cannot touch until I say so.” He continued to kiss down her body, and once he reached her belly he sucked and bit leaving a large blooming love bite. He positioned himself in between her legs, and pushed them apart with his knees. He went back up, and kissed her, while he ghosted his fingertips down her thighs. “ mmm... fuck Mitsuhide touch me already!” She demanded, and he stopped “ I told you, I am taking my time. It’ll be worth your while I promise.” He smirked and put his fingers at her entrance collecting her essence. He went up her folds to stop on her clit. “ Shit!” He looked up at her, and saw her cheeks heating up and her breath hitching. “ mm, feel good MC?” He started going in circular motions. “ Oh f..u.ck yes.” He kissed her neck “ That’s my dirty girl.”

She started writhing under him, and as he continued to toy with her clit he brought his face down to her heat, and spread her legs, leaving her clit pulsing and begging for more. He positioned himself so that his hands were on her hips. He licked the flat of his tongue along her clit “Ahhh” He then put two fingers inside her entrance, and searched for that rough spot that brought her so much pleasure. He continued his attack on her clit with his tongue as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her entrance. “ Mitsu....fuck, right there!” She started panting, and making high pitched moans. He pulled away momentarily “You are being awfully loud my love, someone’s going to hear you. “ I don’t fucking care” He chuckled, and began licking up and down her clit. He felt himself getting harder, but was restricted by his clothes. But he kept going knowing it’d be worth it. She brought her hands down, and tugged at his hair, while she moved her hips in time with his licks “ Faster....I’m...almost....there.” He began pumping more vigously, and licking harder “ That’s it, so...close.” He started hitting that rough patch inside of her, and licking faster, and he felt her walls flutter. Indicating her impending orgasm. “ Ohhhhh... Mitsu...hide....fu...ck.” He pushed his fingers in her faster “ I’m going to come” Her moans became loud

a knock on the door “ Are you okay in there lass?” Masamune asked concern seeping out of his voice. Hideyoshi walked by, “ What’s going on?” He asked “ I don’t know I keep hearing noises from her room. I don’t know if she’s sick or what.” Hideyoshi came to the door “MC? We’re worried about you.”

Mitsuhide drew away from her “ nooooo” she whinned “ I told you someone was going to hear. Let me handle this, and I’ll take care of you.” He got up, not bothering to fix his hair or Kimono, and opened the door. “Mitsuhide!” Masamune and Hideyoshi said in unison. “ What is going on in there?” Masamune started laughing, and trying to turn Hideyoshi away “ C’mon Hideyoshi the lass is fine” Hideyoshi wouldn’t budge “ Mitsuhide, I need an explaination.” He glared at Mitsuhide, thinking he was hurting her. “ Let me put in a way you’ll understand Hideyoshi.” Masamune started rolling in laughter “ I’d appreciate that.” Masamune shook his head back and forth while laughing “ Really Hideyoshi, we need to leave them be.” Hideyoshi pushed back Masamune. “ Well you see Hideyoshi when a man and a woman love each other, they. How should I put this, they get intimate.” Back in the room MC was getting impatient “Mitsuhide, I’m waiting” Mitsuhide smirked “ I know that Mitsuhide I’m not an idiot. Wait, why are your clothes like that? Your hair is all messed — Oh shit!” Masamune winked his eye “ Now he gets it” He smacked Hideyoshi on the shoulder “ Look man they are clearly in the middle of something, shall we be on our way?” Hideyoshi glared at Masamune “ You and MC? That’s a curious pair, don’t hurt her Mitsuhide. This better not be a one night stand or I’m going to tear you apart.” Mitsuhide cocked an eyebrow “ Listen, I appreciate your concern for MC but I would never hurt her.” Masamune grinned “ Would you look at that ? Mitsuhide is in love with her. Congratulations, I’m happy for you two.” Mitsuhide nodded and Masamune grabbed Hideyoshi’s arm and dragged him away.

Mitsuhide came back “ Well I’m sure everyone will know by morning with the mouth on Masamune.” MC looked at him with need “ Mitsuhide, I want you inside of me.” He laughed lightly “We are getting impatient aren’t we? I want to make you come. Then you can have me.” He laid down on his stomach with his face between her legs, and began licking, then took her clit and sucked on it “ahhh” He entered two fingers back in her, pumping them in and out roughly, while he licked and sucked at her clit “ Ohhhhh.... Harder” he pumped his fingers in harder “ahhh..ah...ahhhhh.” Suddenly she gushed and her walls convulsed, letting him know she found her release. He licked her clean and pumped his fingers in slowly to help her ride out her orgasm. “ You squirted mouse” after she caught her breath Mitsuhide sat up.

She kneeled in front of him untying his Kimono,letting it fall off his toned body. She pulled his hard cock out from it’s confines, causing him to hiss in relief. He took off the remainder of his clothing and sat back down, and MC climbed on his lap lining his cock with her entrance, and slowly sinking down on to it. “Ahhh... MC you feel so damn good. Mine all mine.” When he was all the way inside of her she started bouncing up and down, and he started thrusting up into her until they found themselves going at an insanely fast pace. “ I’m not going to last long if we keep going like this.” He took her by the waist to hold onto her, and laid her down. He thrusted into her hard and fast. “Fuck...MC” She smiled as she moved her hips in sync with his. He reached down and started circling her clit with his finger as he drove himself into her at a rapid pace. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, then she arched her back, and her walls clamped around him drawing him in towards her cervix. He continued to pound into her even though she had tightened herself so much he could hardly thrust, but as she came down from her high he thrusted into her hard bringing himself to his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of her “ I love you Mitsuhide” She said as she kissed his cheek, he lifted his head, and brushed her sweaty locks away from her face “ And I love you” they laid there naked just holding each other for what seemed like forever, until they both drifted off into a comfortable slumber.

#ikesen fandom #ikesen fanfic #Ikesenmitsuhide #ask #ikemensengoku #cybird

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infinnite · 6 years ago

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(self para)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: PANIC ATTACKS, INJURY, GUNS, SHOOTING MENTION, ANXIETY, DEATH MENTION, HOSPITAL, PARENTAL DEATH MENTION.

Finn had felt a man die. No one could prepare him for that, not even his mom. It was like getting stabbed in his head with a searing knife which turned ice cold the moment Finn was burned by its heat. Then it got numb and heavy. Everything felt like it was slowing down, something Finn never had experienced before. Was this what dying was? Trying to get shit done with the pressure of time against your chest? Finn had to move fucking fast.

He vaguely remembered he had called out for Kurt and like grab him. But when they were finally away from the blare of the sirens, it had felt like his weight was on his bro’s instead. ‘This is fucked up. Fucked up. Fucked up. Gotta get outta here. Fuck, fuck, fuck, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts too fucking much.’ Finn was thinking it but maybe Kurt heard him. Finn remembered seeing Kurt nod before the colors behind Kurt’s head turned into one chalky blur.

S’how his powers started, or maybe how Finn noticed them start. He didn’t see colors and shit, nah, if he did, he would’ve thought he was colorblind. Nah, it was Finn’s method of reading the code behind people’s moods. He called ‘em colors but they weren’t always the same. A girl in the cheer leading squad had a red when she was angry, but Finn’s girlfriend in high school had a teal anger. The cafeteria lady’s sad was white. His counselor’s was brown.

His mom’s sad was orange. Finn felt orange when he woke up in a hospital bed. Aw fuck. Was this his afterlife? Hospital?

“Shit, this fuckin’ sucks.” Finn said.

“Finn, language.” His mom said.

Finn sat up on his bed and stared wide at his mom sitting in the chair in front of him.

“Oh my god, no. Mom... you’re here in the afterlife too?”

“Honey, no. That movie you saw where people go to a hospital when they die isn’t real. This is real, we’re in a hospital. I admitted you because you passed out after you saw me and Burt, and didn’t wake up... Honey, I heard from the news what happened, but what happened to you?” His mom was getting up and already hugging his head. Her worry didn’t hit him like other moods from other people. It met him and held him warmly like his favorite blanket.

Finn squeezed his mom back in the hug. He felt small and secure even though he was sure he was level with her embrace.

“Mom... I felt someone... disappear in my head.” Finn tried to explain and not trigger the memories from coming back. His mom stiffened and he felt a cold fear enter his head through her. Finn was so tired of feeling the fear. He gritted his teeth, trying not to cry.

But s’why a mom was a mom. She saw through it and cupped his shoulder, putting her head on his.

“Finn, tell me what happened, honey. All of it.”

Finn told her everything. The mirror. The confession at Fun Hospital. His missing brothers. The school turning on him. The shooters. The death. During this, his mom’s emotions ranged from righteous fury to pity to surprise, and it echoed in Finn’s head himself... until they got to Finn attempting to talk about Mike. Finn couldn’t do it without that blank numbness crawling back in his mind.

“Honey. We’ll get through it together... I’ll help you fight for the mirror, and-” She was talking when the door opened and Finn saw Mr. Burt Hummel entering with two paper cups. ‘Shit. Kurt’s dad.’

“Hey, I wanted to bring some coffee over... glad t’see you’re awake, Finn. We were worried.” Burt put the coffee down on a small table next to the visitor chairs. “I’ll leave you two to catch up. Kurt’s fine, Finn, just wanted me to tell ya that.” Mr. Hummel left and Finn looked at his mom with a sad look.

“Sorry Mr. Hummel’s gonna like... not know shit about Kurt and me with the hunters... What’s the cover story?”

His mom hemmed and hawed like that saying Finn never got until now. He could feel a strange mood he had never felt from his mom before. It was like firecrackers going off, and sweet Coke from the fridge.

“Well... there isn’t one.” His mom said.

“MOM?” Finn exclaimed. “Dude, what???”

“Sh! Finn, it’s a secret! Keep your voice down. Burt knows. He’s known for a while. I didn’t want us to date without him knowing what’s going on...”

“B-but mom! The Law and Shit?!”

“Finn, I’ve worked for the Cardinal Agents for over twenty years. There are Commons who are in the know. National governments... high-profile New Age families... I asked for a favor, and I put a cloaking spell on Burt so-”

“FUCKING SHIT, MOM?!”

“I allowed a few swears and you’re already cussing in every sentence. Stop it.”

“Sorry. Friggin’ ship, Mom. You can do that? Won’t ya get into trouble?”

“Only if I get caught. Burt knows the protocol in case someone suspects he knows.”

“What the hell-ck, this is friggin’ badass, Mom, you’re a legend!”

“Burt’s a very good actor after he practices for three months, Finn. And I really trust him. You’ve seen how he loves Kurt.”

“Yea, aw, wow, fu--dging wow. That’s. MOM?! I still can’t believe it... wait, a wait a sec, so like the memory erasin’ thing. You can do that and also you can make sure people’s memories don’t get all erased and ship?”

Finn thought of a New Age girl who longed to tell her parents the truth.

“Of course. There’s a way, there’s always a way, Finn. I want you to come to Ohio with me. For a little while... I just want you around in the house. I was worried sick about the Malleus getting to you. My sweet son.” His mom held his hand. Finn nodded and felt better, in his mom’s warm hug and comforting love, until he remembered.

Others didn’t have a luxury as great as this.

Kurt couldn’t even have his dad by his side. Tina’s parents would have to forget what they saw happening to their daughter. And Mike’s mom? Fuck, when Finn felt Mike... he thought he felt a glimpse of Mike’s feeling of being there until he wasn’t.

“Finn? Honey? Are you ok? You look... and my head...” His mom frowned and Finn panicked, moving away from her.

“Oh yea, yea, I’m good, mom. I think I’m just tired and it’s giving me a headache.”

His mom was understanding as she stood up and kissed him on the forehead. “Ok, get some sleep champ.” She walked away, picking up her coffee and leaving the room.

Finn let out an exhale. Fuck. Fuck. Finn’s worries were right. His feelings could hurt people too. He needed to fix this.

#( paras )#( self )#tw: panic attack #tw: death #tw: parental death #cw: injury #tw: guns #cw: hospitals #cw: knife #cw: anxiety #tw: shooting #cw: swearing #cw: missing people

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jesbakescookies · 7 years ago

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Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Forty- Seven

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**

Find Too Hot To Handle Master Chapter List Here

Aria watched, as Jeffrey stared at the diagram of the female body and the growth of a fetus with a furrowed brow, his head cocking to the side.

"This fucking thing can't be accurate, there's no way something that big is gonna come out of your tight little pussy."

Snorting at his words, Aria drawled, "Unfortunately, something that big is going to come out of it."

"Damn, sweetheart. I'm startin' to feel a teensy bit guilty." He drawled, leaning in to kiss her temple and stroke her back. "If this kid takes after it's dad, you're gonna be hurtin’."

"You're right. I've changed my mind." She quipped, her lip twitching when he frowned. "Let's get a puppy instead."

"Hey now." He grumbled, nuzzling into her neck. "No take backs."

Giggling as he nibbled on her jaw and ear, the two pulled apart when the doctor knocked and entered the tiny room.

"Hello, there. I'm Dr. Fredrick." The petite blonde woman introduced herself, a smile widening as she shook both their hands. "Let's get started shall we?"

"Sounds good to me." Jeffrey drawled, flashing her a huge smile. "Are we finding out dates because we've got a wager going on when this happened."

Snorting, Aria smacked his shoulder playfully. "Stop pestering her already. We both know I'm right anyways."

"You are not right."

Rolling her eyes, Aria offered an explanation. "He says it was our make up sex and I'm saying it was our celebration sex."

The doctor laughed, flipping through the file and looking over the notes written by her assistant. "Well, lets see who's buying drinks. Non alcoholic, of course."

The surprisingly warm gel made Aria release a tense breath, which had Jeffrey's hand sliding into hers. Glancing up at him, she flashed him a shaky smile, the nerves of the procedure finally shaking their way to the surface.

"Right here with ya, sweetpea." He murmured, his dimpled smile soothing her instantly.

The dark screen showed the blurry shapes within her belly, the image being nothing she could decipher until the doctor pointed out the small spot hidden within.

“Right there.”

“Holy shit.” Jeffrey drawled, his voice turning hoarse as his hand tightened around hers. Aria peered up at him and murmured, “We made that.”

“Fuck yeah we did.” he rasped, kissing her forehead.

"Alright with my calculations, I'd put you at seven weeks, so about Sept 15th."

"I win." Jeffrey grinned.

"It's like a day apart."

"Still, I know I'm right, it was on the staircase."

Rolling her eyes as her cheeks burned in embarrassment, Aria asked, "So… everything looks alright?"

"Everything looks perfect. You'll have a due date of June 20th."

"Holy shit. This is really happening huh?" Jeffrey chuckled, his hand raking through his hair nervously, as he looked over Aria with wide eyes.

"It seems that way." The doctor laughed at his astonished face. "So, we will set some appointments. I want you to eat balanced diets, keep going with the prenatals, no caffeine. Let yourself rest when you're tired."

"Hear that, doll. She means you have to more sleep."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Don't yeah, yeah me." Jeffrey growled, wagging a finger at her. "Tell her doc."

"You do need to get eight hours if at all possible. That or squeeze some cat naps in."

"Okay, jeez." She huffed, crossing her arms as the doctor stood to leave. "Stop ganging up on me."

After getting dressed, Aria and Jeffrey headed out of the doctor's offices. Jeffrey wore a ball cap and shades, to keep his appearance at a obstetrician’s office under wraps. Aria also wore sunglasses but knew the cameramen, who were following her, had slowly backed off as the buzz of their relationship died down. They still camped out to catch shots of them together but mainly focused on her restaurants and public appearances Jeffrey had.

"You'll be okay while I'm gone right?" Jeffrey asked after they climbed inside their vehicle.

Smiling at his worried expression, Aria reached across the console and squeezed his leg. "We'll be fine."

Jeffrey smiled slowly at the phrasing and drawled, "We huh? I like the sound of that."

"Me too."

"I hate that I'm going to be gone so much, I don't want to miss anything." He huffed after they headed towards home.

"I know but it'll be okay. You'll still be around filming the show and that other project won't start for awhile."

"Still." He growled, his hands wringing the steering wheel in frustration. Even with Jeffrey’s insistence of not doing long shoots away from home, it was near impossible to convince his managers of such a restriction. Jeffrey had two movies lined up and both were going to involve stints away from home. It would not be near as bad as his last film but there would be periods where he wouldn’t be home. Not only would he be filming, but also there were constantly conventions and other publicity events that he had to travel to. A few days here and there added up to a very disjointed relationship, but they were making it work. With a child on the way though, Jeffrey had become even more distraught at the idea of traveling.

"You can't be with me every moment."

"I want to be." He murmured, his hand lying on her thigh as he drove.

"Of course, I do too." Aria smiled softly, weaving her fingers through his. "But we'll make it work, babe. We can facetime during the appointments. You won't miss anything important."

"It's all fucking important." Jeffrey grumbled, his brow furrowed and mouth downturned. "I want to be there for all your appointments and see everything happenin’ in person, not through a fucking screen or speaker."

Squeezing his hand, Aria tried to ease his worry. "You'll be there for some of the ultrasounds and you'll be finished with the show near the due date. It'll suck to be away but it'll be okay."

Sighing, Jeffrey pulled into their driveway and parked their car. Turning in his seat, he explained, "I don't want to be in and out of our kid's life."

"You won't be." Aria assured him, her chest clenching at the troubled look in Jeffrey’s eyes.

"Yeah I will, I'll be gone half the time, if not more and I'll miss shit. Fuck what if I miss my kid’s first steps or word? I'll never fucking forgive myself." Jeffrey huffed, his hand scrubbing his face as though try to rid himself of the thought.

"Jeff, don't start worrying about that yet. Alright? It's far away and you know if you're gone, I'll make sure you don't miss a thing. If anything is happening, I'll be recording it."

"It won't be the same." He sighed, raking his hand across his head after removing his hat. "I want to be a good dad."

"You'll be an amazing dad." She remarked, her lips quirking to the side at the thought of him holding a baby. "You'll be the best, most handsome father ever."

"Handsome huh?"

"Yep. Very." She murmured, as he leaned forward towards her and across the console.

Jeffrey hummed deeply, his hand rising to her neck to pull her mouth to his. "You're the most beautiful mom to be I've ever seen."

"Oh yeah?" She whispered as his lips began placing small kisses along her jaw.

"Oh fucking yeah." He rasped, his voice low and gravelly, his breath felt warm against her neck. Squirming in her seat, she whispered, "Do you have time to take me to bed?"

"Hell fucking yes."

Jeffrey stared down at Aria, as she slowly pulled the zipper of his jeans open, her hand sliding into his boxers slowly. He smirked as she squirmed at the sight of his hard on, her bare thighs squeezing together as she knelt in front of him.

“Horny sweetheart?” he rasped, his hand brushing her hair back to see her hooded eyes.

“Very.” She murmured before leaning forward to lick the head of his dick.

Groaning at the hot, wet slide of soft flesh against his feverish skin, Jeffrey clutched Aria’s hair. He felt his heart kick into high gear, the heavy thud resonating in his chest and skull. Dropping his gaze to the beautiful woman on her knees, her pink lips stretched into a satisfied smirk, while bobbing on his aching cock.

“Damn, baby.” He rasped, his head lolling to the side to get a peek at the soft curve of her breasts. “Don’t you look hot as fuck. You like sucking that, darlin’?”

“Mmhm.” She hummed while pulling her hot mouth from his tip, her lips shiny and swollen. “Yummy.”

“Fu-ck.” He groaned at the word and the way his wife swallowed him down with one deep throat plunge. “God fucking damnit. Sweetheart…. Fuck.”

Clenching his eyes shut, Jeffrey tried to pull back from the razor edge she was sucking him to. Every stroke of her tongue, the firm muscle curling into the underside of his dick, caused jolts to run up his spine and curled his toes. She was tugging him into a lusty abyss with her greedy little mouth. Jeffrey was barely holding onto to his sanity, when she finally broke his control by dropping a hand between her legs. Aria plunged two fingers into her glistening pussy, the seductress riding them in tune with his own thrusting hips.

“Fucking hell.” Jeffrey growled as he watched her thighs spread wider as she fucked herself wantonly.

“Get up.” He ordered, gripping her by her shoulders and pulling her to her feet without waiting for her to follow through. Walking her backwards towards the bed, he grasped her ass and hungrily kissed her jaw and neck.

Jeffrey spread her out across the sheets, her body pliable and needy. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Aria murmured, her cheeks flushing under his gaze in the way that made his chest ache. He could feel the tug in his guts he got when looking at his wife, the sensation both painful and pleasant.

Settling between her legs, Jeffrey framed her face and shoulders with his forearms. He braced his weight from her but still nuzzled in close to her soft petite body. Brushing his nose against hers, he watched her eyes widen as he began pushing into her. Kissing her lips and cheek, Jeffrey rasped, “Feel good, sweets?”

“Yes.” She moaned as he plunged all the way in, while tugging her leg up his side. Wrapping the limb around his back, he began to rock into her spread legs with deep precision.

“That’s it.” He growled as her walls clenched around his dick with a particularly firm thrust. “Good girl, give it to me.”

“Jeff.” She moaned, her fingers curling into his ribs and neck.

“Yeah, baby. I got ya.” Jeffrey drawled into the curve of her neck, his breath heavy and panted against her skin.

With a few more smooth thrusts, Jeffrey felt Aria’s body tense before shuddering violently below him. Her limbs curled reflexively, as her walls clenched and released around his aching dick.

“Jesus.” He growled, while continuing to thrust through her body wracking shudders. “Fuck sweetheart, that’s it, keep cummin’.”

“Jeff,” she moaned, her head thrown back as he fucked her straight into another orgasm, her body seizing and jerking with no control.

“Yes.” He snarled, his hips snapping once more before his own climax shattered his control. Shoving in as far as he could, Jeffrey came in long throbbing pulses, the head of his dick swelling almost painfully. Aria’s moans were muffled into his scalp, as he nuzzled his rough face into her breasts, while slowly rocking into her core.

“Mmm. Sweetheart.” Jeffrey hummed into the soft curve of her tits, his large hand stroking up and down her ribs and hips. “Feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah,” she gasped as his fingers brushed across her sensitive clit.

“Like that?”

“Fuck, Jeff.”

“Do you?”

“I like everything you do to me.” she moaned when he rubbed the thick pad of his thumb up and down her hood. Growling deeply when her walls fluttered, Jeffrey felt himself begin to stiffen inside her again, with surprising speed.

“Jesus christ, you feel what you do to me?”

“Yes.” She hissed as he rolled his hips between her spread thighs. “More.”

“Greedy little girl.” He drawled hoarsely, nipping her bottom lip with a smile crinkling his eyes. “Good thing Daddy likes spoiling’ his girl rotten.”

Chapter Forty-Eight here:

http://jesbakescookies.tumblr.com/post/168895072591/too-hot-to-handle-chapter-forty-eight

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ohfrickfanfic · 7 years ago

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Back To School

This is Part 2 to Home for the Holidays

Pairings: Bottom Virgin! Tyler x Top! Josh

Warnings/tags: Sex toys

Tyler returns to school in January a new man; he has a new-found confidence and understanding of who he is. Sure, he's still a religious boy with a strong faith, but he decided he's not going to let it solely define who he is. Premarital sex and curse words aren’t gonna change the fact that he's a good person, a good son, and a good student. In fact, Tyler has some other desires he's been suppressing — desires to also be with men — more specifically, his openly gay college roommate, Josh. Desires he's ready to fulfill.

The first day back in classes was fast-paced, crazy, and stressful. Tyler just wanted to relax and unwind after classes, and perhaps pick his roommate’s brain a little, but Zack texted him asking if it was ok if he could stop by his dorm room after class for some help with his Calculus homework. Math was never Zack's strong suit, and Tyler was always willing to help his younger brother out, so of course he said it was ok. It actually didn't take Zack long to grasp it once Tyler showed him what he was doing wrong. He watched Zack do a few more problems on his own before he felt confident that Zack could finish the rest back in his own room.

The second Zack left, Tyler started up a conversation with Josh.

"Hey, man. Sorry about that, I know you probably just wanna chill and not have my brother here."

"Nah, man, don't worry about it. He needed help," Josh replies. "Hey, how was your trip back home for Christmas break? I heard Zack got stuck here."

"Yeah, he did, but my trip was real good."

"Oh yeah, how so?" Josh asks.

Tyler and Josh have grown close over their two years of being roommates. Josh knows Tyler was still a virgin before he left for Christmas break, and Tyler's kind of excited to share the new news with him.

"Um, well, I… uh, finally lost my virginity,” Tyler spills excitedly.

"No way, man! That’s awesome! Congrats! So, who's the lucky lady?"

"You're never gonna believe this, but… the live-in housekeeper/nanny my parents hired to take care of my younger siblings," Tyler admits.

"Oh my god, WOW! I thought you were saving yourself for marriage or something."

"I was... but I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and, like, what if I never get married... and there’s a lot of things I've been holding myself back from because of my beliefs, but I'm ready to embrace them now, knowing it doesn't change who I am. I'm still a good person.”

"Of course," Josh agrees.

"So, what did you do over Christmas break?” Tyler asks.

"I got laid too actually. I met this guy at a gay bar and we hooked up in the bathroom of the club," Josh starts. For the first time ever, Tyler lets himself indulge in the thought of men. His eyes go wide and his jaw drops as he feels his pants growing tighter.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Josh says, noting the look on Tyler's face.

"No, it's fine... continue..." Tyler says needily. "Um, Josh? Do you top or bottom?” Tyler bravely asks, but before Josh even had a chance to get another word in, the bulge in his pants grows more apparent.

"I top. Why?" Josh says quizzically.

Tyler swallows hard, knowing what he's getting himself into now, but he continues the conversation anyways. "Remember when I said there were other things I was holding myself back from... well..."

Josh cuts him off. "Tyler, are you trying to say you want me to fu--"

"Yes," Tyler replies, now cutting him off, palming himself through his pants.

"All you had to do was ask..." Josh smirks, standing up from his bed and walking towards Tyler. Tyler's heartbeat and breathing quicken as Josh gets closer. Josh climbs onto Tyler's bed, moving Tyler’s hand off his pants and replacing it with his own, moving his body over Tyler's and kissing him gently. Tyler lets out a low hum against Josh's mouth as he lays back slowly, allowing Josh to straddle him.

"Before we get carried away, d-do you have a condom?" Tyler pants, breaking the kiss. "I already had sex once without one, I-I probably shouldn't make a habit of it."

"Wait, the nanny let you hit it raw? What the fuck kind of nanny is this?" Josh laughs, as he gets up to look for a condom. Josh digs through his nightstand, his wallet and backpack coming up empty-handed. "Fuck, I don't have one..." Suddenly Tyler's phone goes off, his nerves causing him to jump. It's a text from Zack.

Zack: Hey. Left my bag in your dorm. I'll grab it before class in the a.m.

Tyler: K

Zack: And DON'T go through my shit!

Tyler's eyes scan the room for Zack's bag, spotting it near the door.

"Josh! Bring me Zack's bag!"

"Tyler?" Josh asks, confused.

"There's something in Zack’s bag he doesn’t want me to see. I can only hope its condoms."

Josh hurriedly retrieves the bag. Tyler begins carefully sifting through the bag’s contents. Just as he's about to give up, he unzips the last pocket to find an open box of condoms, two already missing. He rips one off, placing it near him on the bed for when it's needed and quickly shoves the box back in Zack's bag. He then zips it up and pushes it off the bed to make room for Josh.

"Here, we'll need this too," Josh smiles, throwing a bottle of lube to Tyler, who catches it, and places it on the bed next to the condom, a knot of nervousness forming in his stomach.

Josh climbs back onto the bed, making his way over Tyler and resuming where they left off. Josh pulls Tyler's shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. He then places a hand on Tyler's chest, pushing him back down on the bed, kissing down his bare tattooed chest, and continuing the trail of kisses down his stomach to his waistband. Keeping his lips and tongue playing on his lower stomach, he reaches Tyler’s waistband and begins to pull down, being cut off by Tyler.

"Umm… do you think... I could... um... ya know... instead?" he asks nervously. He imagines getting head from a woman or man would feel basically the same and is more curious as to what it's like to give head.

"If you’re asking if you can suck my dick, then you don't gotta ask twice," Josh smirks.

Shifting his weight off Tyler, he rolls onto his back, pulls his shorts down, and grasps his length. Tyler kneels in between his legs, replacing Josh's hand with his own as his heart pounds, a mixture of nerves and desire pumping through his veins. He lowers his head, taking Josh into his mouth and flicking his tongue on the underside of the tip, sucking on the head gently.

"Oh, fuck, Tyler! The nanny teach you that!? God damn, you sure you've never done this before?" Josh moans, shocked at Tyler's skills.

"She did actually," Tyler laughs, before taking him deeper into his mouth.

"Uhhh fuck, make sure you thank her for me,” Josh whines, reaching out to stroke Tyler's jaw as he bobs over Josh's length. "Fuck, Tyler, if you keep it up I’m gonna come, and I don't think you want me lasting extra-long your first time... hands and knees."

Tyler nervously obeys as Josh pulls down the back of Tyler's shorts, exposing him. He cracks open the bottle of lube, a sound Josh's probably heard hundreds of times but causes Tyler's whole body to tense up. Josh notices.

"Hey, you gotta stay relaxed, okay? I know you're nervous, but if you tense up, it's just gonna hurt more. I'm gonna stretch you first," he says, squeezing lube out onto his fingers and rubbing them over Tyler's hole. "You ready?"

Tyler nods and takes a deep breath. Josh takes his pointer and middle finger, overlapping them slightly at the tip and presses them firmly against Tyler's entrance until they slide in. It's an awkward feeling at first, but he quickly grows to enjoy it as Josh slides his fingers in and out of him, producing a loud moan from Tyler.

"Mmmm, does that feel good?" Josh asks, continuing to pump his fingers.

"Fuck, Josh, yes! I think I... uhhh fuck... I think I'm ready for you," he answers in a moan, looking back at Josh.

"Umm, I don't wanna sound like I'm bragging, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda big and I don't wanna hurt you any more than it's already going to. But if you want more, I have a small toy we could start out with," Josh says. He remembers his first time as a bottom — he didn't always top — and he wants to make this as comfortable and enjoyable for Tyler as he can.

"Sure," Tyler whines.

Josh removes his fingers from Tyler and heads to his nightstand. Retrieving a purple velvet bag, he loosens the drawstrings and pulls out a small, glass plug. Once again he cracks open the bottle of lube, but instead of filing Tyler with nerves, this time the sound fills him with want and the desire to feel full again.

Josh lubes up the glass toy and slowly slides it into Tyler. It's a lot of pressure, but nothing Tyler would call painful; he actually quite enjoys it. Josh pulls up on the plug with a twisting motion until it's almost out before pushing it back in.

"Uhhhh, fuck! That feels so good," Tyler moans.

"God, you're taking this like a fucking champ for a virgin. I love it," Josh growls, pulling, twisting, and pushing the plug again and again.

"Fu... ck… m... e," Tyler whines, barely audible. Josh leaves the toy in as he reaches for the condom on the bed, tearing it open with his teeth and sliding it over his length before applying more lube. Josh removes the plug and Tyler writhes, desperate to be filled up again.

Josh brings his length to Tyler's hole. "Are you sure you want this?" Josh asks, teasing his entrance with the tip.

"I'm sure," Tyler says, sounding needy.

Josh slowly pushes into him. Tyler grips the sheets and lets out a loud grunt.

"It will feel better in a minute, I promise. Let me know if you want me to stop," Josh says as he places kisses on Tyler's back and reaches around to grasp his length, pumping him to distract him from the pain. Josh attempts to push in farther but Tyler winces, so Josh gives him time to adjust, still pumping him. Shortly, a small moan escapes Tyler's lips and he begins to push back against Josh's length.

He's ready.

Josh pushes in all the way until his hips touch Tyler's flesh. "Oh, fuck, Josh!" Tyler pants.

"Mmmmm, God, you're so fucking tight around my cock," Josh groans as he thrusts. The sex becomes more and more enjoyable to Tyler with every thrust until he’s cumming on the bedspread under him. Josh follows shortly after and pulls out, causing a small whimper from Tyler as he exits him.

Josh removes the condom, throwing it in the small wastebasket near Tyler's bed before they both collapse, and fall asleep. They're awoken the next morning by a knock on the door.

“Fuck, it's Zack!”

The boys scramble to get dressed, Josh returns to his own bed, and Tyler answers the door, backpack in hand. "Here ya go," he says, handing the bag to his brother.

"Thanks. Catch you later," Zack says. Tyler closes the door.

"Fuck that was close," Tyler exhales, as he closes the door then takes a seat on Josh's bed next to him.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Josh smirks.

"A little sore, but mostly like I had the best night of my life," Tyler admits. "We need to do that more often."

"Anytime," Josh smiles.

#joshler #joshler smut #tyler joseph #tyler joseph x josh dun #josh dun #josh dun smut

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lunaehymn · 8 years ago

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a wishlist of plots !!

ideas for just about every character… i just rlly love chara development —— let me live.

noctis—

book interactions !!

secrets being shared

‘these are my friends, they’re lame but great.’

luna including loose pages of notes she wanted to write to him while the book was with him.

kid interactions

luna takING HIM TO THE FIELDS OF SYLLEBLOSSOMS.

her with him during his healing sessions.

teaching each other how to do dumb ( cool ) things?? flower crowns, simple knots, origami, card houses??

nyx—

this post :’)))

shopping shOPPING PLS LET HER BRING HIM SHOPPING.

‘i’ll be married soon, so i’d like to know something about masculine attire’

‘boots with a slight platform are not the same as heels.’

‘spin around, please— 360 view.’

this post too tbh ??? it’s somewhat part of my big au verse with luna surviving and all that good j a z z.

ravus—

boi h owdy

their mother’s passing. give me them grieving.

HONESTLY JUST ANYTHING

GIVE ME !!!! FLEURET INTERACTIONS !!!!

crowe—

I WILL MAKE A VERSE ON THIS BLOG WHERE CROWE PICKS HER UP OK.

THE TWO GETTING DISGUISES

cute coffee dates for in between the chaos.

late night chats. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

‘have you ever been in love?’

‘no.’

‘why do you feel the need to lie to me?’

S AYING GOOD BYE GONNa HURT ME OKAYYYYYY

libertus—

ok but…. what if she let him take her to altissia.

new bodyguARD AND HE DOES GREAT O K

‘you’ll have to forgive me, princess. can’t say i’ve ever attended such a fancy meeting.’

‘you’re doing perfectly fine, for it being your first, sir ostium’

n y x and c r o w e talk.

‘. .do you think it was quick?’

‘well. . he definitely didn’t go out without a fight.’

‘what was she like?’

‘indescribable. . and she deserved so much better.’

LIBERTUS !!!!!!!! MOURNING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

for crowe ( with luna’s support )

for nyx ( with luna’s support )

for luna ( by himself )

let my son be happy, ,,

prompto—

this video is all i have to offer.

hey hey hey that au where luna LIVES happily married and GLAIVE PROMPTO TELLING HER STORIES OF THEIR ADVENTURES !!!!

luna knowing that prompto loves photography, and she asks him about his work.

prom showing up the next day with all his photo albums and telling her the context and story behind each photo.

AU WHERE LUNA JOINS THE BOYS AND PROM SHOWS HER HOW TO S H O O T !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i want lunafreya to fucking kiss prompto’s barcode, i fuckin stan luna accepting and loving prompto unconditionally.

remember when prompto catches noct on that nif-ship??? yeah??? get him to fly off and save luna too.

gladiolus—

teach her how to fight, oml

TEACH HER !! THE WAY OF CUP NOODLES !!!!!

:)))))))) angst

‘your father was a wonderful man.’

‘mhm.. he sure was.’

‘he spoke very highly of you and iris both.’

‘mm…’

‘the eve of the signing, he told me he was looking forward to spending more time with you two. that he was proud to see you’d gotten so far with him so busy.’

‘…’

‘he loved you both.’

‘yeah.’

ignis—

TEACH HER TO DRIVE HOLY HE CK.

‘here’s a list of the only things noctis will eat.’

them??? planning thE WEDDING TOGETHER PL S.

‘i believe this course featuring this wine will complement it all nicely.’

‘will noctis like it?’

‘when has noctis liked anything having to do with fruit?’

‘..cake.’

‘he claims they’re ‘two different things’.’

they share tricks for healing / fixing up their friends !!

iris—

MMMMMM OK.

i have a rlly angsty idea that i won’t post here…. but if u want it…. i got it..

TEACH HER HOW TO SEW.

let her weave flowers into ur hair

TEACHIN EACH OTHER HOW TO KI C K ASS TOOO !!!!!!!!

cidney—

teach her a few things about cars ( obviously ).

pls…. i beg of you… let luna put some damn clothes on her.

shopping !! dates !!!!

cute girls defending / saving each other from weirdos.

s p a d a y

LUNA TAKING SHELTER AT HAMMERHEAD A LITTLE AFTER KINGSGLAIVE OK.

regis—

AU IN WHICH EVERYONE LIVES AND SHE TELLS HIM SHE’S PREGNANT.

pls let her.. take him from insomnia.

let regis live 2kforever.

idk how b ut p l ease.

GRANDDADDY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REGIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE I’M C RYIN GHHERE

cute interactions when she was younger.

‘does mother do well guiding you?’

‘she does. i don’t know where i would be without her. and you, young lady, will do just as well for noctis. i know it.’

s creams bc regis holding his grandchild for the first time pls.

cor—

him as her bodyguard post kingsglaive.

that’s all i got.

just think about it…… honestly….. its so good.

COR AT THE SIGNING TREATY PARTY, LUNA AND HIM TALKING AND THE TWO OF THEM BEING ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN THE SAME SPACE THAT EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST.... ABSOLUTELY B L I N D E D.

what beauty, what grace... he will absolutely beat your face if you so much as breathe a bad word in the oracle’s general direction.

ardyn—

interactions with him and her as a child.

him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lowkey missing being able to help people out.

him?? escorting her places bc jokes on u bitch, she’s ur problem today.

‘must you really try on every dress in the store?’

‘must you comment on everything i try on?’

‘yes, bc ur style is shit.’

luna: -fifty shades of offended bc what is your scarf buddy-

aranea—

sharing secrets about her brother.

the two gossiping in general.

‘are there any cuties in ur fleet?’

‘nah.’

‘really??’

ARANEA TEACHING NIFLHEIM SOME MANNERS.

‘listen, i get she’s your prisoner and all— but i catch you layin’ a hand on the lady again, and i’ll have your head thrown into the bay.. ya’ hear?’

loqi—

congrats, welcome to the BABY SITTER’S CLUB, loqi. we have jackets.

like adryn, you get to escort her to places.

whether it be an orphanage, a park, town square— you get to follow her to make sure she doesn’t get kidnapped.

WHICH HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN YOU’D THINK.

lunafreya, an a1 manipulator for information: you’ll never catch noct off guard.

loqi, a determined, but foolish, man: -spills niflheim’s entire plan to prove that they can catch noct off guard-

luna being soft and healing him when he gets hurt while protecting her :3c

“its not your duty to fix me.”

“nor is it my duty to stay in tenebrae, while niflheim ruins what home i have left.”

“...then why do you?”

“because my duty is to my people, and to my king.”

drautos—

mmmmmmmmm god i hate dorito man.

honestly just??? i couldn’t tell you.

but this shady asshole.

luna just?? feeling on edge around him all the time.

she couldn’t tell you why, but there’s a familiar tension in the air whenever he’s around.

she can never put her finger on it, but tHIS ASSHOLE.

nyx dying, libertus not being able to help her — drautos succeeding in getting her and the ring back.

it’s rlly angsty i can tell you that now.

she has zero Z E R O respect for him after

clarus—

in regards to the one plot for gladio———

clarus finding a moment to talk to luna.

regis ain’t that far away, don’t worry.

but he just… introduces himself, obviously, but.. just begins asking if she’s had contact with noctis?

and if he’s mentioned gladio??? at all?????

pls just let clarus do that dad thing where they talk about how PROUD they are of their children, like s h i t!!!!! i love !!!!! familial relationships !!!!! and i love hearing characters tALK ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE FU CK !!!!!

LET HIM TALK ABOUT IRIS TOO GOD !!!!! I LOVE HER TOO !!!!!!!

GODDAMN I LOVE THIS FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!

luche—

he’s a glaive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

have her meet him at the party ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

her praising him for protecting lucis.

her thanking him for protecting lucis.

her hoping to hear more about / from him later on.

have the betrayal be really hard on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

gentiana—

really morbid, but deep conversations.

if gentiana knows when she’ll die.

if she knows HOW she’ll die…

…i swear i love her ok

just… astral talk??

we could make up but also build off of the lore we already know for this universe?? but also jump into other things not yet touched in canon…

idk i like these girls sm i need more interaction

where the FUCK is gentiana in kingsglaive

what the fuck

WHY the fuck

WHO the fuck was in charge of not putting gentiana in that damn film.

the short period of time outside of insomnia, after kingsglaive, where they meet up.

do they walk and talk for a bit??

does gentiana escort her to a city??

to HAMMERHEAD, maybe??

like i hope and pray she does.

who knows :’))

pryna—

ok sO I HC THAT LUNA HAS.... chronic pain just from the amount of scourge she’s harboring in her body. and she has mornings where it is v hard for her to leave bed, and pryna keeps her company.

THE PUPS AND LUNA HAVING A TELEPATHY SORTA DEAL, seeing as how luna could be.... considered..... divine herself. but yeah, love my!!! beautiful girls!!!!

angst: pryna and luna inner dialog while dying next to each other. bye.

umbra—

this can go for pryna too, but luna giving him a BATH in ( most likely ) her ginormous bathtub in tenebrae. bubbles. rubber duckies. BUBBLES.

umbra actually picking luna up items ( ones he finds neat ), and luna thinks they’re from noct every time... but they’re like... really odd... items...

a keychain of a chocobo.

a feather.

he has brought her an empty wallet before.

a small plastic shovel you use at the beach.

probably halves of other things too ( half a roll of tape ).

#screams into the void #i'm out buying groceries rn so i'm on mobile posting this———#but hi enjoy my trash

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stick-zac · 8 years ago

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Something from today #001 - #050

Something from today #050 Friend: I got a problem Me: If you’ve got problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but yours ain’t one HIT ME *Pretends to throw on shades*

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Something from today #049 Brother: *Didn’t get the final killcam, then turns to me* WHat are you looking at!? Me: I’m not looking at you being the final killcam Brother: … Me: OHHHHHHHHHH BUUUUUURN

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Something from today #048 Me: How old are you? Friend: 17 Me: Geez you’re older than me (I’m currently 16 at the time) Friend: Yeah I am Me: *In an old man’s voice* Back in my days we didn’t disrespect others

Me: Are you going to take your SunKist out? Brother: You going to leave? Me: *Throws an Orange Prima at the empty SunKist can* Brother: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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Something from today #047 Friend: You f*cking suck Me: Yeah well uhh (I can’t swear) you’re a doodoo head! Huh? Take that Friend: … Me: Yeah!

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Something from today #046 *me and a guy talking, then he goes to the bathroom* Friend: Do you know that guy? Me: Not really, don’t really think we’ll get along -A couple minutes later- Me and (Now new friend) guy: TODAY I DON’T FEEL LIKE DOING ANYTHING! I JUST WANNA LAY IN MY BED! DON’T FEEL LIKE PICKING UP MY PHONE SO LEAVE A MESSAGE AT THE TONE*

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Something from today #45 * Me and my friend are the only two at homework club* Teacher: Well I guess you two get all the sandwiches Me: LET THE FEAST BEGIN!

Friend: *accidently plays a frozen song* Me: Dude, let it go Other friend: -_- really? Me: :D

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Something from today #044 *Me and my brother walking home after buying Hungry Jacks. My brother is carrying some drinks* Brother: Okay, careful now… Me: KNOCK KNOCK TRIGGERS!!!! Brother: Ahhhhhh!!! Me: What?

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Something from today #043 *Me and my brother in an argument* Bro: At least I’m not you Me: yeah, I’m not ugly Brother: … Me: Oooooooo ow that… epic… burn… I’m too awesome for my own good

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Something from today #042 Mum: *Screaming at me* I can’t believe I get home and see all this mess while you’re doing nothing at… Me: I cleaned the dishes Mum: Oh I love you, you’re the greatest ever

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Something from today #041 Brother: Can you hand me my pillow Me: *Prepares to throw it* Brother: Why are you throwing it? Me: I thought you wanted me to go long and throw it Brother: -_-

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Something from today #040 *Holding the door open for 2 friends* Me: Come on, hurry the fu… Teacher: *Makes a surprised happy face*

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Something from today #039 Me: I have a bad feeling, like someone took my heart, injected poison and then smashed it to the floor before pouring it back into me Friend: … Me: :D

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Something from today #038 Mum: Come inside before you get killed Me: By who? Mum: By uhh Jason Derulo

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Something from today #037 *Me and friend talking about exams* Friend: I’m going to get a 50% Me: I’m sure you’re going to get 80% Friend: I wasn’t present for the lesson Me: 75% Friend: I haven’t studied Me: 70% Friend: My boyfriend sent me some notes and I haven’t looked at it Me: 65% Friend: And I haven’t talked to anyone about what I missed Me: 60% Friend: And I was playing games all night Me: 55% Friend: And I didn’t look at the book yet Me: Yeah… 50%

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Something from today #036 Student: Can I go to the toilet? Me: It’s actually may I go to the toilet *Quickly runs like heck to get away from his death stare*

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Something from today #035 Friend: I’m going to prepare to fail, I’m going to get a 0 Me: Don’t say that! You’re going to fail with at least 25% Friend: Yeah you’re right

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Something from today #034 *Me and my friend are playing Minecraft* Friend: I found some coal Me: How coal of you Friend: Yeah I… Oh wait… Ohhhhhhhhhhh that was just oooooohhhhhhhh Me: Hehe, works everytime

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Something from today #033 Friend: How’d you go on the exam? Me: Think I got a solid 50%

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Something from today #032 *I noticed my friend is sitting on the ground so I decide to indicate some friendly humor* Me: Here you go *Hands him 5 cents* *Friend and his girlfriend procced to look at the 5 cents before realizing what I did* Me: I’m kidding *takes back 5 cents and procceds to give him a 50 cent piece* Friend: Well screw you *throws a rolled up plastic bag at me* Me: Fine then, punk! *Later realises how wrong I was*

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Something from today #031 *I’m riding the bus and notice my friend is walking, so I get off and join her on her walk* -10 Minutes Later- *We’re currently discussing how I’m not a stalker* Me: I mean sure you might see me in a tree, or behind a bush or getting off a stop 50 feet from you but doesn’t I’m going to act on it

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Something from today #030 Friend: I might be moving to a different school Me: Why? Friend: I don’t like this one Me: But what about your friends? Who else is going to make very racist jokes and judge you? Friend: True indeed *All other friends nod in agreement*

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Something from today #029 Me: One time at camp, it was so strict that if we brought in lollies we would get sent back Brother: What happened? Me: Me and some friends brought some lollies but word got out and we were almost sent back but we didn’t due to lack of evidence ;)

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Something from today #028 *Teacher hands me a jelly snake then gives one to everyone in class and comes back to me* Teacher: You haven’t got one right? Me: Actually I… Teacher: You DIDN’T get one Me: Yeah… *Takes 2 more*

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Something from today #027 *Me and my brother talking about Michael Rooker* Brother: He always plays a redneck Me: Not always Brother: When? Me: Guardians of the galaxy, he plays a blue neck *Brother proceeds to show his disappointment over my horrible joke and refuses to speak to me for the rest of the night*

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Something from today #026 Friend: *Grabs my Blazer which has padded shoulders* You don’t have bulky shoulders Me: *Grabs him back* Other friend: You squeezed it hard it came out Other other friend: That’s what she said *Me, Other friend, Other other friend and friend start bursting into laughter*

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Something from today #025 Me: Sir, do you know where we are going? Teacher: I’m the teacher! Of course I don’t know where I’m going

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Something from today #024 Friend: You should probably study Me: *Starts bursting into laughter and rolling on the ground, literally) Friend: …F*ck you

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Something from today #023 *Me and my dad are setting up a play tent for my little sister* Dad: This is easy, I should be a rocket engineer

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Something from today #022 Me: I’m going on a diet Friend: *Points to my cupcake I’m currently eating* Me: … Shut up…

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Something from today #021 Me: *Waiting at a bus stop* Friend: *In a speeding car* ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……. Me: o_o

-later that day-

Friend: I should be more CARful when screaming your name Me: All that for a pun? If so that was frickin amazing!

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Something from today #020 Me: Yeah I’m not going to remember any of this because my brain is jello right now so I need feedback Friend: I love your use of words by the way

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Something from today #019 *Me and teacher say something at the same time and I chime in Jinks* Teacher: *Picks up my Coke bottle filled with water* Here you go Me: -_-

*Gets down to pick up something and makes grunting noises* Friend: You alright? Me: I’m told old for this Friend: You’re 17

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Something from today #018 *Someone makes a pun* Me: I’m so proud *wipes tears*

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Something from today #017 Me: You beach Friend: Never trust unlicensed puns, always check they’re offishal Me: WOuldn’t want to keep anyone out, that would be shellfish Friend: That really brought me down a step Me: Don’t harbour a grudge Friend: Are you shore that’s a good idea? Me: Turtally Friend: Tha’s shallow of you Me: I know, I reefly let myself go Friend: That pun was awful, krill yourself Me: You’re just jellyous Friend: Water you talking about? Me: You’ll sea what I mean Friend: Shell I stop now? Me: Yeah let’s just fin ish off now Friend: That was a pacific demand Me: I know, that was a pretty crabby demand Friend: Are you tide of these puns yet? Me: No, it’s just that pun was below sea level Friend: You’re taking a whale to answer. I sea. Reefly? Becoral I understand that after a whale they get annoying Me: They’re, but only BREEFly Friend: I shell leave now, Talk tomurray Me: I’ll be here currently for the meantime

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Something from today #016 *Riding with a friend and his mum* Me: Have you ever Googled yourself? Friend: Yeah, I typed in my name… Friends Mum: And nothing came up Me and Friends Mum: Ohhhhh Burnt Son!

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Something from today #015 (Important to note, one of my signature looks for school is my blazer, so one day I take it off) Friend: Oh my god! You! What happened to your blazer!?

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Something from today #014 Me: What happens when a Frog parks illegally? Friend: What? Me and Friend: He gets TOAD Friend: *Laughs* Me: Hahahahhheeeeeeeeeeeelllll

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Something from today #013 Me: *Eating a cupcake* Friend: *Makes a pun* Me: *Says motherf*cker whilst choking on a cupcake*

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Something from today #012 *In class* Student: What is the answer for question D? Me: Oh, you want the D? Friend looks at me: *Does the ‘Ohhh nice one’ look Student: -_-

*Me holding a book with a Lama and a Tree on the cover* Friend: What’s that? Me: It’s a Lama (referring to the animal) Friend: No I meant what is it? Me: It’s probably Oak (referring to the tree) Friend: -_- I’m done

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Something from today #009, #010 and #011 Me: *Talking with friend* Friend: And I’ve still got more to do Me: So speaking about making promises and not fulfilling them, how’s your animation coming along? Friend: *Starts laughing*

Me: *Walking and eating a banana* Guy 1: Nice banana Guy 2: Yeah I love bana… Oh wait *Proceeds to walk away embarrassed* Me: Hey man, I’m not judging you

Me: *Does a well time Yo Mama Joke* Me: Man, you’re so burnt I can light my cigarette on you Me: *Imitates lighting a cigarette* Friend: *Chuckles*

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Something from today #010 Friend: *Points out I dropped my Pin* Me: C*ck-sucking motherf*cker! Friend: *Makes a horrified face* Me: I played Surgeon Simulator recently…

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Something from today #009 Me: *Just finished BioShock Infinite* Booker is very IRRATIONAL, haha… Anyone…

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Something from today #008 Me: *Gives a girl a lollipop* This is for you, because you’re so sweet ;) Girl: See, that is how you flirt! Girl’s boyfriend: *Distracted by his own thing and could give a banana-scented-sh*t about what I did*

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Something from today #007 Me: Alcoholism isn’t the answer, it’s a problem… and solution *Does the “Aeeeee” look to my friend* Friend: *Does the “Aeeeee” back to me*

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Something from today #006 Friend: Oh yeah well I’m with *Insert phone company to avoid naming and receiving hate* Cameron: Ohhh Me: Look we got a sad ass over here *Me and Cameron continue to laugh for a solid 20 minutes*

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Something from today #005 Me: Hey Cameron Cameron: He- Wait!? How fast did you get up here Me: Why does everyone confuse me walking to places as supernatural speed Cameron: You got some supernatural stuff happening

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Something from today #004 Me: Am I right Girl: No, you’re not *Another girl appears* Me: I’m right, right? Girl: No! Don’t agree with him Other girl: Uhhh maybe *Guy appears* Me: I’m right? Guy: Yes he is, you are always right

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Something from today #003 Me: *Playing FNAF 3* *Gets jumped by Springtrap* Me: You M************** spring-loaded ****

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Something from today #002 Teacher: *Looking at Girl’s photo* This is a really nice photo Me: Which one? Teacher: This one Me: That is like 50, not exactly narrowing it down Girl: *Covers face in how smooth I am*

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Official Something from today #001 Me: Okay I gotta go to the kitchen to get something Brother: Okay *I leave and get 10 steps before realising my room now has a lock and my brother is going to lock me out. So I make a mad dash back and stop the door right before it closes* Brother: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! That was some Five Nights at Freddy’s shit right there! Me: You just got Foxy the Pirate Foxed you bastard!

@jlukeayy @infinityonmeme

#SFT 001-050

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mr-spoooks-blog · 8 years ago

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Could I suggest Jeremy going to school with Michael's hoodie on and Michael's just fu ck I'm gay

Gonna put it under the cut, if that’s okay! It’s a little longer than some of my others!

Jeremy had stayed over at Michael’s house Saturday, and the two boys had made the mistake of staying up too late playing video games and chomping down on Mrs. Mell’s homemade cookies. Jeremy had gone home early Sunday morning.

On Monday, Michael was in a panic. He couldn’t find his iconic red hoodie, and was currently throwing stuff all over his room.

“Are you sure it’s not in the wash, my anak?” His mom asked, pouring his dad coffee.

Michael sighed. “I already checked.”

His mom walked over and pulled her son in a tight, loving embrace. “We’ll find it, sweetie,” she said, and handed him his backpack and a muffin. “Now, we don’t want you missing the bus.”

Michael nodded and walked out the door, feeling exposed in his white T-shirt.

•••

Michael walked down the hallway, dragging his feet wearily. He wasn’t watching where he was going, and bumped into someone.

“What the hell?” Exclaimed the person. “Oh, it’s you. Wait, I thought I saw you in the library…”

Michael lifted his gaze to see Rich and Jake standing in front of him.

Jake rolled his eyes. “That was Jeremy.”

“Oh,” Rich mumbled, confused.

“Why would you think it was me?” Michael asked.

Jake shrugged. “I guess cause he was wearing your jacket,” he said, and the two walked away.

My jacket! Michael bolted down the hallway and into the library, which only consisted of the librarian and Jeremy, who was in the back, reading the comics. As suspected, the lanky male was wearing a large, red hoodie that hung off his skinny frame. Michael blushed. Jeremy’s hair was slightly tousled, and he was sitting criss-cross applesauce in the chair. In his opinion, the light was perfect, reflecting his light blue eyes and hitting his pale skin at the perfect angle.

Enough about that! Prompted the voice. Get your jacket!

“Jeremy!” Michael whisper-yelled, and his friend looked up. He noticed the light bags under his eyes, and the way he was leaning on his hand tiredly.

“Guess we shouldn’t have stayed up that late, huh,” Michael chuckled as he walked over. Jeremy stared in confusion.

“Where’s your jacket?” He mumbled, closing the comic. Michael smiled and raised an eyebrow. Jeremy looked down at himself, and buried his face in his hands, groaning.

“I’m so sorry! I must have taken it home on accident!”

Michael chuckled and sat next to him. No need to apologize, when you look fine as hell.

“W-what?” Jeremy stuttered, blushing.

“Oh my god… Did I say that out loud?” Jeremy bit his lip and nodded. Now it was Michael’s turn to hide his face.

“Do you… Do you really mean it?” Jeremy asked. Michael looked up from his arms and nodded, sighing.

“Y-yeah…” He mumbled, “I do.”

Jeremy smiled and titled his chin up with his hand. Michael watched in shock as he leaned forward and connected their lips. Michael let out a small gasp, but didn’t hesitate any longer, and returned his kiss.

The two were moving in perfect sync. Jeremy had both hands cupping Michael’s cheeks, and Michael had one hand cupping his cheek, the other resting on Jeremy’s leg.

Eventually they broke apart, smiling. Jeremy quickly took off the red hoodie, and gave it to Michael, who laughed and slipped it on (and very vaguely noticing how it smelled like the other).

#jeremy heere #michael mell #boyf riends #meremy hell #two-player gay #bmc #be more chill

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