#i love harassing her and being annoying. it's my love language

[userautumn]

ok anyway time to go annoy my mom before bed

[the-froschamethyst4]

Tentacles

𖤐Pairing: Octo!König x Witch!Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: I mean imagine König a 6’10 God of a man the size of a flapjack octopus that is 50cm. I mean come on, it’s perfect

𖤐Warnings: Smut, fluff, language, slight harassment, P in V, tentacle play, kinky, boob grabbing, nipple play, ass grabbing, slight choking, kissing, biting/nipping, obsessions, flirting,

𖤐Summary: König was the familiar to Witch Y/n, and he is OBESSED with her in every way possible always by her. never leaving her side for any reason, is her protector, and has gotten a little to comfortable

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Y/n was the village's Witch, people came to her to seek potions made by her some that are good and some that can lead into problem. Y/n refuses to do any sort of potion that causes death, that is not something she wants on her record.

Her familiar König who was a little flapjack octopus rested on his favorite spot. On Y/n chest aka her right breast. He's too touchy and to clingy but there's nothing for Y/n to do but just except fate.

Her chest and her butt are his favorite places to be.

"Hello, Y/n."

"Oh, Soap, it's lovely to see you again," Y/n says looking at Soap as König growled at him. For some reason König didn't like Soap, she didn't understand why. "Hey, now," Y/n tries to pull König off her chest but he didn't want to move till Y/n started to tickle just under his tentacle. He ended up releasing and she moved him into his tank.

Where he sits pouting.

"What can I do you for Soap?"

"I need a spell."

"You know I can help," she smiles at him.

König made an angry clicking sounds crossing his tentacles over his body.

"I don't see why you have an octopus, Y/n, don't Witch's usually have cats, foxes, grogs and rats?" Soap says, tapping on König's tank. König made some more angry clicking sounds and started to tap on the tank back but a bit more angrily.

"Only in the stories, Soap," she says. "What kind of spell?"

"A love spell."

"Someone you want to impress?" She asked.

"Maybe," he smirks leaning on the counter as Y/n did her magic, moving her black Witch hat out of her face, 14 years of being a Witch and her damn hat still barely fits her head.

"I can only do so much with a love spell, you know this."

"I know, you did it for Price," Soap says.

"So, you know the side effects to it and you know that it can be a hit or miss?"

"Yes, Y/n I know," Soap had turned and didn't see the small black octopus in his tank, he slowly turns around and sees him back attacked to Y/n's chest and clicking at him.

"Behave...I don't understand why you don't like him, König," Y/n says.

König clicks and turns to look up at Y/n who placed her hand on top of his head.

"He's a bit clingy isn't he?"

"Nothing, I can do," she says as she starts bottling up the liquid and placing a cork to block the top and putting a label on it. "There you go, Soap, have a good day."

"You too, Y/n."

"König, come on, you need to get back in your tank, you'll dry up," she takes him off her chest a lot more easier this time and placing him in his salt water tank just behind the counter of her shop.

Next thing she knew someone new walked in.

"Hello." She greets with a smile.

"You must be the infamous Witch of the Kingdom."

"I must be...what can I do you for?"

"Interesting octopus, he's a bit small though."

"He's a flapjack octopus, what can I do you for?" She repeats.

"I need a spell."

"Okay, what kind? I special in many," she says, taking out a notepad and pen. Y/n has learned that there is many different people that come and go from her shop, she has also learned to never get annoyed with customers.

"I need a death spell." König jumps at the man lows voice, Y/n looks up at him and shakes her head.

"Unfortunately, I don't do death spells...it's uncalled for."

“What a waste of my time then,” he walks out and once away from her shop, Y/n quickly get out from behind the counter and locks up for the night, turning her open sign to close and shutting the curtains.

"Come on, König," She placed her hand in his tank and he attached his tentacles to her hand.

Y/n has been working on a little project and it's to make König human, well at least part human, he'll still have some of his octopus features.

She placed him on a little plush pillow just in front of her cauldron. She adds some herbs and a few potions she had to make on the side for this work.

She's tried it at least 4 different times and none worked, so hopefully 5th time is a charm? She stirs the wooden spoon adding a few of those potions in and stirred some more.

König leaned over the big pot seeing the liquid inside go from dark green to a baby blue color.

"That seems right," she grabs her book. "When the liquid is changed from dark green to a baby sky blue, the potion is ready." The other times they'd be blue but never work properly.

She pulls her wooden spoon from the liquid and poured some into a small bowl for König.

"Here, König," she says, he climbs up on the side of the bowl, he sticks his beak in and gets a few sips. "How do you feel, King?" She asked him.

He just looks up at her and clicks in confusion on what's suppose to be happening.

"It didn't work..." Y/n placed the bowl in the sink and looked down at König. "Sorry, bud."

He just clicks at her as a way to apologize and say it's not her fault.

Now, the reason on why Y/n is trying to turn König human is mainly for safety reasons. Y/n had caught herself into some trouble with some old customers of hers and would like to have some sort of protection, so why not have König be able to change into a human whenever he can.

Of course König had given her the clicks of consent as she likes to say when she wants to experiment on him.

"I'm beat, let's head to bed," she says, taking him upstairs to her home just above her shop. König of course resting on his favorite spot on Y/n. Purring in a way to let her know she was happy. "I'm my boob is your comfort place, König," she said, sounding 'annoyed'.

Y/n was doing her usual nightly routine, brushing her teeth, taking a shower with the company of König placing himself on her butt and crawling up to her chest to rest in his spot.

"Shampoo will get on your skin König, I don't want you drying up on me," she tries to pull him off but no use, where König is, he stays.

Y/n continued like normal and got on her pajama set, König was on her heels where ever she walked, he was behind her, suction cups sticking to the floor any time he walked behind her or anywhere.

Y/n could tell where he was just by listening to the sound of suction cups sticking and unsticking to the wooden floors of her home.

She got in bed and König moves under the covers attaching himself to her plush right thigh.

"You need to go to your tank, King, you can't be out all night, we go through this every night," she says, getting him off her thigh and placing him in his little tank just on her nightstand close to her bed, so he could see her.

"Good night, King."

Click, click, click

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Y/n was asleep her pillow between her arms as a bit of drool came from her mouth. König swam around just a little bit in his tank, a bit bored, he wanted to be on the bed with her, but he knows that Y/n hates waking up to a small puddle on her bed from him.

He placed his tentacles on the rim of him tank and pulled himself up, moving down the edge of his bowl getting to the wooden nightstand, he moves off the nightstand to the floor.

He felt a bit...off

He saw how tall Y/n's bed was and that he'll need to scale the walls to get back up there again, but the reason why he was out of the tank was because of him feeling a bit off.

He felt weak in a way, he could barely move, he curled up in a small ball on the ground next to Y/n's bed.

Y/n had woken up to a small sloshing sound, she sits up and looks at König's tank seeing it was empty.

"King?" She questioned, she looked on the ground seeing some small water droplets on her wooden floor. "König, are you up?" She questioned.

She walked around the corner still tracking the puddles, she then saw how they got bigger and then turned into a-

"Footprint?" She looks up and the corner they led to. "King?" She asked.

Click, click, click, click

"König, come on out...what happened, bud?" She asked as he came out of the shadow and she saw how tall, and muscular he was.

"W-Woah," she steps back a little, he face was covered by a black shirt with red coming from him eyes, like how he normally looked it he was an octopus but his body ALL human.

He walks towards her confused and doesn't know what to do, she places her hand out on his bare and buff chest.

"Hang on, bud, let me get a good look at you first," she says, moving around him, her hand touching his side to keep him still. "Your human, bud," she said, sounding excited.

Click, click, click

"I know, I know, but...we did it, we finally got you to be human," she says with a smile. She takes his hands and looked at them examining them.

"Your hands are so big," she says as his face became hot and bothered. "This is amazing," she says.

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Y/n was still examining König even after a few hours, she had given him a towel to wrap his lower half for now, before she can get him some clothes.

"OH KING! I need to go get some more ingredients for potions, I need you to stay here for now do you understand?"

Click, click, click

"It's okay, I'll be fine, you stay here, you're not properly dressed, I don't want you to get arrested, it's gonna be hard to explain that you are a familiar that turned human," she grabs her purse. "I'll be right back, okay!" She cups his chin and kissed his cheek.

König narrowed his eyes and he was DETERMINED to follow Y/n. He concentrated on turning back into an octopus and surely, he did, he lands on the wooden floor but not before the towel he wore fell on him.

Click, click he says in frustration.

Y/n was so happy that he was finally human, she needed potion ingredients and look for clothes for him as well.

"Well, well, if it isn't, Y/n."

"Soap!" She smiles.

"Where's your octopus?"

"Oh he's at home, he didn't listen to me about drying out, so now he's at home in his tank as a punishment," she lied.

"Ah, I see," Soap moved closer to Y/n, his hand on her waist.

"Soap?"

"Since, he's not here, can I ask you something? Seems like every time I try to talk to you, König gets in the way."

"He's just trying to protect me."

"Normal octopus's aren't that protective."

"Well, he's not a normal octopus, he's a familiar and familiars have different mind sets then a normal animal," Y/n tries to explain. She steps away from Soap, his hand moving off her side.

"He's still a bit annoying," he says.

"Soap, please stop disrespecting my familiar."

BAM

Y/n had looked up and saw a tall familiar man standing between her and Soap.

"King?" She whispers. His hand had slammed down on the table in front of Y/n and Soap. She sees that he had found some clothes.

"Can you move?" Soap says. He doesn't know this is König.

"König," Y/n says sternly. Within seconds König had transform back into his octopus-self. Y/n sticks her hands out catching him mid-air and placing him on her shoulder.

"König?!" Soap yells. "You turned him human?"

"I did, I did it so he can protect me from idiots," she says, giving Soap a stern and serious look. "Good day, Soap," she walked away, König turned to look at Soap and stuck his tongue out at him.

"King, I wish you didn't come out, you could have gotten hurt-"

"HEY WHERE IS HE!!? WHERE'S THE THEIF THAT TOOK MY CLOTHES!!?" A man came running pushing through the crowd looking for none other than König.

"Seriously, King?" She says, he clicks and shrugs. "Excuse me, sir?"

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"Don't steal, I thought I taught you better than that?" König turns back in his human form and clicks into trying to explain himself. "I understand you need clothes, but I was going to get you some."

He watches Y/n move around the shop, she was about to open her shop but König had quickly moved behind her and pushed himself against her, holding her waist and stopping her from turning her sign.

"K-König," he lifts his mask and his tentacles they were longer not like his normal tentacles, cupped her chest and went around her neck. "Hey, w-what are you doing?" She asked.

He clicks and turned her around, he picks her up and slams her back against her door.

"Where in the hell did you learn this?" She questioned.

Secretly König had seen a few couple get in the alleyway between Y/n shop and the shop next door, he has watched a few...get it on perse and he's learned from the views.

He clicks in response, his tentacles still messed with the strings on the back of her dress wanting it off, Y/n didn't realize he was messing with them till she felt it go lose around.

"Hey, King-" his tentacles went to her waist and down to her butt, he lifts the side of her dress exposing her plush thighs and her thighs being squeezed by her thigh-high socks.

He walks to her counter placing her back on the hard wood. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands on his hard chest except her right hand messing with one of his tentacles.

His face was red and he loved when her small hand was messing with him.

"König...do you even know what you are doing?" he just shakes his head 'no' and made some clicking sounds. "It's okay...you can stop whenever."

Y/n had no idea that König that he has been waiting for this moment for so long. He messes with his belt and slips his pants down to his ankles, his hands went to her waist this time, pushing the bottom of her skirt up and looked at her black panties.

König's head moved to the side of her face and kissed her neck, his rough hands squish her.

"H-Holy," she moans.

He pushed the side of her panties with one of his tentacles, another one stuck to her inner thigh, close to her clit and then one was being pushed into her.

She lets out a soft moan, her legs and arms squeezed around him. "You lie," she says as he clicks, he looks down at her eyes seeing tears wanting to fall. He felt bad but he learned that sometimes it takes a while for someone to get use to someone's size.

She then felt something else being pushing inside of her. She looks down and seeing that it was him, his dick, she could see her stomach was bulging. She sees something moving inside of her which was his tentacle.

"W-Woah!" She moans. He starts moving his hips slowly, her head flew back and she let out some soft moans then the tears fell. König leaned forward taking the tears away from under her eyes and kissing her cheek and neck.

He then started to pick up the pace, her arms squeezing around him, her eyes squeezing shut because of the pleasure.

König then started to remove his shirt giving Y/n and good view of his built.

"H-How can you b-be so b-buff?" She asked as he just shrugs, I mean it's not like he worked out as an octopus, the closest thing to working out for him was picking up an empty glass potion bottle.

Y/n cups König's face and lifted the shirt that covered his face seeing his tentacles scrunch up like they were afraid of the light. She takes one and moves her dress scrunched down to her waist and placed his tentacle on her chest.

Some more came out and squeezed her boobs and one pinching at her nipples. She moans and she squeezed herself around his dick and tentacle.

Y/n let him do what ever he wants to her body, his pinches, kisses, nips, at her skin. He placed his hands on her waist and then placed his hand on the bulge in her stomach, he starts moving a bit faster earning some breathy moans from her.

"F-Fuck," Y/n moans. Her hands went to his arms as they were buff and she could feel a few veins in his arms. Her hands then went up his arms to his hard chest and down to his toned body. "H-Holy shit," she moans.

König sees her face and loves seeing her in so much pleasure and loves hearing her soft moans. Y/n could feel herself about to cum, König was close to, his thrusts were becoming sloppy.

KNOCK, KNOCK

"Y/N!? Are you in? It's me, Soap, I wanted to come and apologize," Y/n's eyes widened and König started to make some angry clicking sounds, she cups his face.

She walks to the door just cracking it, she hold her dress back against her chest as König was hitting her now from behind. His hands on her waist, thrusts still sloppy, his tentacles going to her waist, thighs and going between her wet folds.

"You okay? Can I come in?" Soap asked.

"N-No, König is...reeking havoc right now, and you k-know how he is with you," Y/n says. She tries to hold back some moans.

"Your face-"

"What's w-wrong with my face?" She questioned.

"I mean it's all red...are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm..."

"Sick?"

"YES! I am sick, I should go back in and warm up, thanks for stopping by Soap."

"But I wanted to say-" Before Soap could officially apologize König had slammed the door shut. He picks up Y/n taking her back to the counter, he was being rough with her now, manhandling her and bending her back over the counter.

Soap heard some crashing going on inside the shop. He goes around the corner and could just barely see Y/n.

Her head was turned away from the window, Soap could see her hair and her arms resting on the counter. He looks and saw someone tall behind her and saw it was the guy from earlier.

He could see her being dicked down by this guy, his eyes traveled up the guy and could see him staring back at Soap. But it was more of a serious look like 'you wish this was you?' König lifted his mask and showed off his tentacles and Soap knew who this was now.

"König?" He whispers as he drops his mask and went back to pleasuring Y/n. Her moans were soft as far as Soap could hear.

Y/n felt herself about to cum and with a few more thrusts from König she ended up coming on his dick, with a few more he ended up coming as well, he pulls out just in time and came on her lower back.

"K-König," she moans, but she didn't feel that tall presents anymore instead she felt his tiny body running all over her till he made it to her breast. "Seriously?" She says as he made himself comfortable on her chest.

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Y/n was in the bath, König still resting on her chest, he clicks when Y/n start to wash her body, her hands traveling all over herself and he watched intently like he was seeing when the next time they did this to learn more of her spots.

Once Y/n was done and drained the tub from it's soapy water, she placed König in his small tank next to her nightstand and started to change into some pajamas.

He clicks and taps the glass of his tank wanting to be out, he knows he can escape but he watched Y/n's naked body move around the bedroom putting on some panties, silk shorts and a silk top, her nipples poking from her shirt.

König jumps out of his tank and makes his way to Y/n's bed.

"King, you're making the bed all wet," she groans but he didn't care he went to his favorite spot under her shirt and laid there all night and his little tentacles pinching at her harden nipple.

"King, I will put you back in your tank if you don't stop pinching," she threatens.

[pumpkinbxtch]

heyyyyyy Idk if you're still accepting requests for apollo if not that's fine BUTTTTTT if you are could you do a fic with him being so protective of the reader(like someone being rude to her at camp). Because you know how protective he is of his sister now imagine that but on the love of his life.

the weight of names

— apollo x daughter of hebe!reader

warnings: language, mentions of harassment.

a/n: Hello, to know if my requests are open, it usually says in my description or in my pinned post. Fortunately, your request came in before I closed them so it's fine. Thank you!

Things had changed at Camp Half-Blood. Some campers you used to hang out with were gone, and even though it wasn't forever, you missed them. You stayed year-round, stuck with the others who, while not bad company, just didn’t click with you, and you couldn’t figure out why.

— Ha, ha. Piper McLean's best friend — you heard behind you and rolled your eyes dramatically, fed up with it all.

— Yeah, tell us. If she has so much money, why doesn’t she take you out of here and bring you with her?

You weren’t surprised by their accusations; it was almost routine. Today, they picked on your friendship with Piper; another day, it’d be Annabeth or Jason. When they wanted to show off, it’d be Percy and Nico, and when they were really unbearable, Frank, Leo, Hazel, or even Will. But no matter what, the cherry on top was always...

— Or your god friend.

There it was, of course.

— Yeah, they say it’s Apollo — mocked a girl who seemed to be a daughter of Hermes. Had you ever gotten along with any of them? Maybe the Stoll brothers, but now only one twin was at camp, probably too busy dealing with ten other kids to keep his sister in line.

You never denied or confirmed anything; it was easier that way, but sometimes they were annoying. You wondered if they skipped the awful welcome video that ended with: A safe place for everyone.

In the end, they weren’t doing anything different from any public school, but it was worse: The outcasts bullying an outcast.

— Get lost, will you? — you sighed tiredly, and they let out a long "Oooh" that made your hand itch to strike.

—What? — challenged an Aphrodite girl with her hands on her hips. — Are you going to attack us with rainbows, little Hebe girl?"

— Maybe she took the 'little' part too seriously,— mocked another, a Demeter kid, and you wondered if you could burn all his crops with light projection, but you dismissed the idea. You’d never stoop to their level.

— Wow, great joke, Lionel. It’s not like you’ve told me that a thousand times already. — Your sarcasm made him angry, and he took a step towards you, ready to fight. That was the great part about camp; no one was truly defenseless except the newcomers, so challenging someone was easy, but you ignored him and headed to your cabin.

—Stop — commanded the Aphrodite girl, and you felt a sudden stiffness in your legs that made you fall to your knees. Their charm speak.

You heard the laughter behind you and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to relax when a dull thud interrupted their laughter, turning it into groans. At the sudden change, you looked over your shoulder and saw them on the ground, piled on top of each other, blinking repeatedly. You’d seen that effect a few times but never thought it could be that.

— Good thing you were looking the other way — said a voice, startling you. Next to you was him, his curly brown hair and blue eyes you liked to see, but only secretly.

—Apollo — you breathed in disbelief, making him smile. He tried to take your hand, but you pulled away, blushing. He understood; it wasn’t the moment, but he wasn’t going to stand by either.

—You — he turned, his Converse kicking up dust as he walked to them. The Demeter kid clicked his tongue at the sight of a tall, skinny guy with brown hair and blue eyes. He found it trivial, but campers watching from afar started murmuring.

—Who are you?— he asked, and at the same time, one of Hephaestus’ sons, Harley, came out of his cabin due to the noise. Seeing the guy, his eyes widened.

—LESTER?— he shouted so loudly Mount Olympus might’ve heard. The god smiled amicably. The other three looked confused.

— Is that your name?— asked the Hermes girl in a tone the old Apollo would never have forgiven. He narrowed his eyes but then just nodded.

— Yeah, let’s say it is. Or at least one of my names — he smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile; it was full of disdain. — They call me that, but leaving that aside, know my name it's not helpful to you 'cause I’m also known for not tolerating injustice.

—Uuh— mocked the Demeter kid, and Apollo’s eyes bore into him.

— I’ll tell your mother — he accused, and the kid swallowed hard. —I know her well. Now...

He straightened up, looking down at them. One tried to get up, and Apollo snapped his fingers, pinning him to the ground again, which scared them, making them wonder if there was a child of some god of gravity around.

— Don’t bother this young lady anymore, and let me clarify something — he looked at you challengingly, making you blush, — yes, I’m her friend but not just that, she’s my-

—Enough — you interrupted nervously, and he smiled apologetically. Right, boundaries. He was learning that with you.

— Anyway, You need to stop. — he said firmly, and the three kids raised an eyebrow.

— Friend? When did I say that...— the Hermes girl recapped her words and realization hit her, — No.

Apollo nodded.

— Yes.

The dark way he said it sent a shiver down their spines, and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned towards the Hermes girl.

— And I’d recommend being careful with names. Ann, also daughter of Marlene.

Despite being the god of the sun, the coldness in his voice was relentless, and fear gripped them violently, making them run away screaming like babies.

The campers who knew him approached to say hello, but before he gave them his attention, he came up to you.

— Don’t let them do that anymore — he whispered in your ear, and you nodded. His hand caressed your cheek, and you smiled the smile he loved, resisting the urge to kiss you in front of everyone.

— See you — you said, watching him get dragged away by the other campers.

[simpingforthemm]

being blair waldorf's girlfriend hc's

bullets: 43

warnings: none

summary: dating blair waldorf would include / blair waldorf dating hc's

a/n: I love blair sm and I enjoyed writing this for her! I got inspired since I'm currently watching gossip girl while sick and it's a nice series though it has a lot of drama lol. anyways enjoy!

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blair loves to boss you around but not in the "oh do this and that for me" way but more in a "no don't touch that, y/n! y/n I told you to stay by my side!" way

blair is super protective of you and she's kind of like a helicopter mom whenever the two of you are together

she holds your hand the entire time when you're out at a party, acting like you're in danger and keeps you away from alcohol at all costs

if someone messes with you, she won't hesitate to dig up some dirt about them and expose them in front of everyone

she wouldn't do it anonymously on gossip girl though, she would make sure the person harassing you would know it was her, your girlfriend, and that they should stay away from you

or else

you two have sleepovers a lot, you love doing each other's makeup, watching gilmore girls together and cuddle a lot <3

she definitely brags about you in front of her clique and serena

"while you losers are out going to this stupid party, I'm going to the theater to watch a play, with my girlfriend"

she loves to spoil you (her love language is probably gift giving or words of affirmation + physical touch)

she knows exactly what you like so it's very easy for her to buy gifts for you

probably has a list in her room somewhere of things that you hate / love / dislike / like

she knows what beauty products you like, what smell is your favorite, your favorite colour, favorite author, favorite kind of clothes, gold or silver jewelry

when the two of you are in an especially good place she'll probably come to your apartment (or your shared apartment who knows) and just yell "Honey, I went shopping!" and then just have like 10 shopping bags in the living room, full of stuff just for you

she gets pretty easily annoyed with you when she's not getting what she wants or when she's frustrated with her friends (yes, sometimes she lets it out on you)

she's always very quick to apologize, knowing that you're her sweetheart and that you only want the best for her 🩷

you are one of the only people that can help her get through her mood swings and calm her down when she feels like the whole world is crashing down on her again

when her parents got a divorce, you were right by her side, holding her hand throughout the whole thing and being more her best friend than serena ever could

christmas or any other holiday is always so amazing because she puts in a lot of effort to make them special

will do romantic festive dates with you like go to the christmas market, take a walk through the winter wonderland in central park, go to festive little parties together

you probably have a lot of traditions

like on the first day of school you both will get donuts for breakfast or when there's a ball coming up, the both of you will go shopping together

I could picture that you're not that into shopping (which blair thinks is a total embarrassment) so she will pick out a few dresses for you (since she knows what looks good on you)

she will let you choose the dress you want but will whine if you don't choose the dress she thinks is best

"but y/n!! the blue one looks so much better on you! choose that one!"

blair is very bossy and probably wears the pants in your relationship

she likes to be in control

but you make her step out of her comfort zone sometimes and "make her do crazy things", like she would call it

one time blair whined about her high heels hurting her feet and that she couldn't dance in those goddamn shoes

so the next day you took her to buy sneakers, so that she could dance properly and not be hindered by her heels (pic in the collage with the two girls in the red and blue dresses, they're wearing sneakers hehe)

"No, y/n, no! I won't be wearing this monstrosity of a shoe to a party! What if someone will see, huh?

"Come on, babe! No one will see, I promise! And if so, there's no shame in wanting to not hurt your feet and dance!"

She groans but puts on the shoes regardless

and the both of you have the best night ever, dancing until dawn

also, dorota loves you and thinks you're such a sweetheart

whenever you come over to blair's apartment, she gets really excited, asking you how you've been and telling you how "Miss Blair missed you very much"

you're also probably good friends with Serena and Chuck, since these are the people she's closest with

also you and Blair love to gossip, especially about other people

you always have some kind of drama to discuss or some person to embarrass and take down

you're sort of "partners in crime" even though she hates getting you involved in that stuff

you're probably the most iconic couple at your school and there's a lot of attention on you two because on the upper east side, there aren't a lot of lesbian couples

but you're so in love and there's nobody that could not be jealous of your jealous of your relationship

because you're literally perfect together

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[genericpuff]

You know what do you think of hanza cancelling her own comic that is the guy upstairs? Like for me,I really really hope she's okay. And I know blacklightjack(he make a video about this) and the line he says about artists need to grow a thicker skin is just. I'm sorry like,look I get what he's saying but hanza have to cancel the comic because of toxic shippers. Sure,you can just ignore them and pretend they don't exist but they will still still still annoy you and h*rass you to the point you can't take it anymore and have to cancel the comic because of the whole goddamn toxic fanbase.

(as a Malaysian myself,I need to say this,I really hope hanza is alright. And in my language saya harap dia dapat bantuan Dan menjaga kesihatan sendiri)

So...

sigh I feel like this isn't the answer or essay you expected but I hope you're open to at least hearing it out all the same.

I do not think Hanza handled the situation in a way that benefitted her as a creator or her audience of people who genuinely love her work.

I DO think she was justified to be pissed off with the people harassing her. Those people suck ass and they're the definition of "this is why we can't have nice things."

But like... the notion of "you need to grow thicker skin" is true in being a creator who puts their work out into the world for an audience. Hear me out, this does NOT mean "creators aren't allowed to have feelings". But it does mean that you have to find peace with the fact that there are gonna be weirdos and assholes who take shit too far within your community. You don't necessarily deserve that. But you can't give those people power over you by going scorched earth in the way that Hanza did, because who does it really benefit? Hanza is now out a job and she's soiled her own reputation with her audience by basically going "FINE, because of these few people who were shit, NO ONE gets to have a good time!" And that's just... not a productive or healthy way to deal with these issues because it's just doing what those trolls and shitheads likely wanted. They wanted a reaction out of her, and she delivered it to them on a silver platter.

Like, I think of the dumbasses complaining about Hanza "taking advantage of the dark romance community" (she didn't, she just made a horror thriller comic that they felt entitled to see romance in) and guess what? Now those dumbasses have power over here because she ended the comic and in their heads, I'm sure they're thinking "good riddance". By choosing to not only end her comic, but spoil it entirely for her fans who were there in good faith, Hanza gave power to the people who weren't even a part of her target audience to begin with.

I do think it's ironic if people assume I'd automatically boo the "grow thicker skin" mantra because like, y'all... many of my complaints here are literally about people like Rachel who behave badly with their audience and desperately needed to grow thicker skin. In a lot of ways she's not even reacting to direct harassers, she's reacting to people simply discussing her comic in their own spaces which aren't mean for her. If she spoiled the ending of LO for her fans and ended the comic prematurely, I would feel awful, but... it still would have been her decision at the end of the day that she'd have to stand by and take responsibility for.

I think, at best, if I were to give her any unsolicited advice, she should have just put the comic on hiatus, taken a break, focused on her mental health and given herself enough distance to ask herself if she wanted to continue TGU. Maybe it still would have ended the same way, but at least she would have given herself the time and space to heal and rationalize her choices.

Instead, by choosing the nuclear option of spoiling the series for her readers and axing the comic - just to backpedal and go back to "no no it's just an indefinite hiatus!" - she gave up her power to the people who were harassing her. She reacted in a way that gave them power over her, not herself over them.

And I say this as someone who's currently on an indefinite hiatus with their main project, which I still have not spoiled for the 5 readers I have, despite the fact that I have zero clue when I'll return or if I'll even be able to. Whether or not Cyra and co. break out of the Reaper Society is now a 2 year old question.

I say this all as someone who has been harassed and is still harassed for doing what I wanna do. My first ever webcomic website when I was like 17 used to get emails and comments from shitty classmates and other local yokels who knew of me and wanted to pick fights over a teenager's dumb lil' gag comics. I kept making those comics anyways for myself and for the people who did like reading them, until I was ready to drop the comic on my own terms and move onto my next project, which would be Reaper. Reaper also got a lot of nonsense complaints and harassment. As did my fanfiction projects, as did my digital art, as did everything that I've ever put out into the world through the Internet, because the Internet just sucks for everyone always and then you die 🤣

And now, 10+ years later, I get the occasional "you're a shitty talentless person who isn't gonna amount to anything and yaddayaddayadda" which, to be fair, is a reaction from the folks who are unhappy with my intentions to make a Lore Olympus rewrite comic!

But I'm not going to give them power over me by stopping. I have a story I want to tell and if I stopped telling that story due to the shitty things they had to say and do, then I would be punishing myself and punishing my audience for the actions of a few bad apples. I do not deserve to have those abusive actions targeted at me (though they surely do and that's on them) and I do not have to put up with it, but I genuinely would not be able to live with myself if I gave them power over me by reacting in such an explosive way that my bloody remains land on everyone around me, including the people who were supportive and loved my work along the way.

That said, I also don't know to what extent Hanza was harassed. I've seen people claim she was doxxed, but have yet to see any evidence of that. I have seen people claim she got death threats, but Hanza hasn't shown anything to back that up. I'm going to assume the best of her that the harassment must have gotten pretty fucking bad for her to want to quit, and again, that is justified, and I cannot in any way use my experiences as a way to diminish hers. Maybe she just flat out isn't interested in making TGU anymore which... I can definitely say I relate to that, too.

There's this sort of mindfulness technique in stress and emotional management where you have to recognize that other people's actions are NOT your responsibility, but your REACTION is, because your reaction is what you can control and have power over.

Rachel Smythe finished LO in spite of what wackjobs like me said (and still say) about her and she has power in that perseverance, power that wackjobs like me cannot and *should* not try to take away from her.

mongie decided Webtoons was not suited for her work and vision and decided to put the comic on hiatus until she could get her distribution rights back and continue Let's Play on another platform. She has power in that decision and integrity, power that Webtoons cannot take away from her.

Whether or not you like my work, whatever opinion you have of it that you're entitled to, I have power in knowing that I started a project that I now love dearly and can take pride in, and has brought closure to people like me who were left disappointed by LO. I have power in that stubbornness and refusal to let other people determine what I'm capable of.

Even if you remove the external influence of the audience from the picture, we all have power as creators that we need to harness and take ownership in.

By going nuclear and spoiling her comic for her audience and ending it entirely, Hanza may have gotten the short term satisfaction of turning the school bus around to go back home, but she still disrespected herself and robbed herself of her own power as a creator which will ultimately stick with her far more than it will the harassers who will inevitably move on to some other target and forget she even existed. And that's a decision that she has to live with.

The harassers got under Hanza's skin and gave her more than enough reason to feel frustrated. But they did not choose to spoil and end the comic. She did. And she is ultimately the only one who will have to live with the consequences of that.

I do hope she's okay and that she's getting the time and space she needs to heal from this. If this truly is the outcome that she feels gives her the most power and the ends justified the means for her, I hope she found strength in it, regardless of the opinions of people like myself that ultimately should not matter to her. I hope the people harassing her get what's coming for them whether it be actually getting called out or just the universe delivering karmic retribution on them. I hope Hanza can find joy and peace again either in TGU or whatever project she pursues next. But most importantly, I hope she finds the confidence and power she needs to stick to her guns and create what she wants to create, unapologetically.

"Growing thicker skin" doesn't mean we as creators have to be comfortable with abuse - it just means we need to do ourselves the honor and favor of making decisions that give ourselves power rather than giving it away to the abusers who do not have to live our lives at the end of it all.

And that is my very big bag of cents on that.

[addthespaghetti]

French Toast

please ignore my bad jokes.

warnings: drinking, fluff, harassment, and sexual humor

1300+ words

You wake up tired from the night before, and as you attempt to roll over to stretch out, your girlfriend pulls you toward her. You smile at this gesture; Emily's love language has always been physical touch. Whether its cuddling with you on the couch after a hard case or even just holding your hand under the table at dinners with her team. She always makes it a point to be touching you in some way.

She has been like this since you met; it was a long day at work, and all you wanted to do was to drink away your problems for the day, alone, at your favorite bar. Of course, a man had to ruin you by asking to buy you a drink, but you politely turn him down. Then, he refused to take no for an answer. He kept trying to buy you drinks, and when you kept turning down his offers, he got aggressive over it.

That's when she came to your rescue by flashing her FBI badge at the man so he would stop bothering you. When he finally decided to back off because he was scared of getting arrested, you insisted on buying her a drink to thank her, but one drink became two, and two drinks' quickly became four, and while you don't usually hook up with strangers. Emily was the exception because she immediately captivated you, giving you butterflies by only touching you slightly.

It was no surprise when you woke up naked that morning in a strange bed with her arm wrapped around you and a random cat purring by your head.

Now, after almost one year of being together, you are in the same position, minus Sergio, who is most definitely getting into something he shouldn't like he always does.

As much as you would love to lay in bed with Emily all day, you really need to pee, and if you wait to feed Sergio any longer, he will start breaking things. So you reluctantly try to quickly and quietly sneak out of Emily's arms without waking her up, but of course, why would the world be on your side and Emily ends up waking up anyway.

"Baby, go back to sleep." You say quietly, knowing she just came home from a hard case and needed more time to rest.

"Don't leave me, please?" Emily spoke in her raspy morning voice that has you folding every time you hear it. The only reason you didn't give in and lay back in bed the second that came out of her mouth was the growing need to pee, and you did not need another broken flower pot from an annoyed Sergio.

You grab Emily's face lightly and give her a soft kiss. After you break apart, you whisper against against her lips, "I need to feed Sergio, if he doesn't get food, you will be cleaning up dirt from the carpet."

Emily groans, but she knows you're right. "Fine," she says, pouting against your lips.

You roll your eyes' playfully, taking your hand off her face and grabbing a shirt off the ground. While pulling the shirt over your head, you walk to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth.

After finishing up, you exit the bathroom and look at your sleeping girlfriend. Emily has always been effortlessly beautiful, and honestly, you are a little jealous of how good her hair looks after a whole night of sleep.

You get brought back to reality by a screeching cat after zoning out thinking about Emily. Bending over, you pick up Sergio so he would stop meowing. You whisper to him while leaving the room, "Hush, you wake her up, and I will withhold your treats."

Sergio meows back, and you laugh. You know he can't understand you, but it is still amusing when he meows back like he is answering you.

After putting him down, you go to the cabinet and

grab his food. Emily always gets him the good, expensive stuff. It's kinda funny because he eats better than you half the time. While putting the food in his bowl, you realize how hungry you are after forgetting to eat dinner last night, and for the first time ever, you are happy your fucked up mother forced you to learn how to cook so you could "please a man."

Going over to Emily's fridge, you open it and laugh. It was so empty you were surprised you didn't see a tumbleweed roll across one of the shelves. Luckily, she had some eggs and milk, so you grabbed them from the fridge. Remembering she also has bread in her cabinet, you go grab that too, deciding to make French Toast.

After getting everything ready, you turn on the stove to let it heat up for a second.

While waiting for it to heat up, you zone out and think about your life. You grew up in such a fucked up household, having your mother teach you that a woman should stay in the kitchen and that woman's only purpose is to take care of her husband. However, because you were smart, you secretly applied to college and got accepted. You cut off your parents as soon as you got to college. After escaping your parents, you spent years unlearning this way of thinking and started dating women. Then you found Emily, and you learned what true love and happiness is.

You snap back to reality to a pair of arms hugging you from behind and Emily's head lying on your shoulder. You smile and start cooking the French Toast. While you cooked the French Toast, Emily did not make one indication that she was going to move, and she didn't. She stood there hugging you from behind for the entire time you cooked.

When you finished cooking the French Toast, you turned off the stove and moved the pan to a different burner. Not being able to move because Emily is holding on to you like you will disappear if she lets go, you decide to say something so the food doesn't get cold, "Em, baby, you need to move so we can eat before the French Toast gets cold."

Emily groaned but let go of you, and then she grabbed plates from the cabinet and handed them to you. You took the French Toast out of the pan and plated it. After Grabbing them, you walk to the table with Emily behind you with forks. You spoke, deciding to poke fun at Emily for her lack of food, "Sorry for the lack of syrup or powdered sugar, but you had so little food you would think it was the 1940s, and we still used ration cards."

After Emily tried and failed to suppress her grin, she decided to take a bite out of her food so you couldn't see her smile at your joke.

"I see you smiling," you say, smiling at her.

"Just shut up and eat your French Toast," Emily says unseriously.

"Or what," you say just to get a reaction from her.

Since you sat right next to Emily, she grabbed your face and brought it closer to her. She whispered right by your ear, "I'll fuck you so hard you will feel it all week." Then she let go of your face and started eating her French Toast like nothing happened.

You sit there with your jaw dropped. No matter how often she does that, it always renders you speechless. While you sit shocked, she brings her fork to your mouth and feeds you the French Toast. You and Emily start dying of laughter after this. You laugh so hard it brings tears to your eyes.

When you finish laughing, you notice Emily staring at you, "What?" You ask confused.

"I love you," she says.

"I love you too."

[martinderi]

NSFW alphabet 616-wanda maximoff

tw: 18+ material

a/n: it's the first time i've written something like this, and in a non-native language. so I apologize if I made any mistakes

A – aftercare

• wanda will definitely kiss her partner on the cheek, whisper some words of gratitude, and then go to the bathroom to help put him/her in order.

B – body part

• she likes her wrists and hips. especially when there are bruises on her soft thighs from the way they are squeezed, or hickeys are left.

• she definitely likes strong, toned arms and your chest, and she also likes your neck. to touch her lips and leave gentle kisses there.

D – dirty secret

• wanda will probably always consider quick sex with carol danvers to be her main dirty secret.

E – experience

• quite experienced. although the image of a fugitive, which changed first to a member of the brotherhood, and later to an avenger, does not seem to contribute much to this. nevertheless, wanda was often in a relationship, maybe not the healthiest, but giving her an experience. she understands perfectly well what she wants and how.

G – goofy?

• she is quite focused and sometimes too worried for fear of causing any pain. although she can always make a funny comment in order to defuse the situation, but she is still not a master at this.

I – intimacy

• wanda is a romantic and that's a fact. she will always strive for everything to be the most romantic and have some kind of meaning. often these are rose petals, various flowers, aromatic candles and fruits.

J – jack off

• mastering is one of her rescues when she started working with the avengers. it was the easiest way to relieve stress and get rid of the endless stream of thoughts in my head about the possibility of missing and ruining everything.

K – kinks

• hickeys/bites.

• kink on the force.

• kink on the uniform.

• kink on the scars.

• kink for praise.

L – location

• definitely shower sex; anywhere in her apartment. but she will never agree to semi-public sex, because the avengers are kind of celebrities and their every move is being watched, and selling someone a picture of one of the heroes of earth having sex will be very expensive. therefore, maximoff has a strict taboo on this.

M – motivation

• it largely depends on her mood.

N – no

no knives, ropes, guns or beatings.

She also won't touch you without permission. her own experience, where she was almost raped, as well as harassment from fraternity members, could not but affect her.

somnophilia.

O – oral

• she's service bottom basically. • although sometimes she can dominate, but at these moments she will always ask if she is doing everything right.

P – pace

slow and sensual. long foreplay as a way to show your love.

Q – quickie

• fast sex is to some extent her salvation, although she will still choose to have long sex where people spend a lot of time with each other. long foreplay, constant touching, lazy sex and light kisses all over the body.

R – risk

• no risk if it gives annoying individuals a chance to catch her having sex. The list of annoying characters includes: paporati, Pietro, the exemplary father...

S – stamina

• she is an avenger who has gone through many long training sessions and missions. wanda is hardy, but she is more likely to have enough for 1-2 orgasms.

T – toys

• she has some things, but she hardly uses them. more often, she will use her magic instead of toys. It doesn't cost her anything to create something or change her physiology, but she's not a fan of that, to be honest.

U – unfair

• the witch loves to tease, even adores. She likes to make inappropriate comments that should make you blush. she can deliberately enter your mind, creating an image there of how she lies under you. she likes to snuggle up to you, whisper something in your ear and slide her hands over your body, knowing how it affects you, and then wanda will pull away and return to what she was doing before with an impudent smile.

V – volume

• it can be both loud and surprisingly quiet. in many ways, it all depends on the situation. if everything happens at her house, then she will not hold back, but if we are talking about the avengers mansion, where her brother will run to her at any moment because of loud noises, wanda will behave quietly. but at some point, her moans may be replaced by words in serbian or her native romani dialect. maximoff likes to cheer and guide a person if she is from below.

W – wild card

• she's just damn good at working with her mouth and fingers. and sometimes wanda is just a monster who will pin his beloved to the wall and fuck her so that her knees will tremble.

X – x-ray

• toned, athletic body with soft hips.

Y – yearing

• it's not that big. for the most part, she ignores her desire, preferring them to work, of which, as an avenger, she has a lot.

Z – zzz

• as soon as she gets her partner in order, the witch will switch off almost immediately. most likely, lying directly on the body of her lover.

[glimmerlofsea]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

SHINING

Warning : Alcoholism, a little sexual harassment, just Billy being a really caring boyfieee :3333

WC; 3,1k

#TALKISSA; Basically I don't know what the plot is... but apparently, you guys are Steve Harrington's twinsiee. Contrary to Steve's personality, you guys are innocent, naive, and just really whine 24/7. Came to the party, the party didn't go well, Steve left, and Billy suddenly arrived out of nowhere.

Halloween is coming, but exams will never free the students of Hawkins to have fun. Today is the last day you take your exam—You hope to get perfect results according to your efforts to get good grades.

Different from Steve, who will only accept his exam results as they are, beside he wants to work straight away after graduating, not like you who wants to go to a good university where you can meet handsome guy and certainly not be sloppy like the guy in Hawkins.

Steve's personality with you is completely the opposite, even some students almost don't believe that you are Steve fucking Harrington's twin.

If Steve is a popular guy who has his own interest in attracting girls then you are 0% attractive. You don't care as much as Steve cares about his popularity. But that doesn't make Steve's affection for you change, he really loves you since when he was at home he felt like you were the only one who could accompany his loneliness. Likewise, vice versa with what you feel.

Your hair is always in the booth and you have bangs which are quite annoying to your eyes because you always have them twisted, but it's dumb that you still maintain your hairstyle. Steve told you several times to change your appearance so you could have a little fun in high school, but again and again you didn't care. You will just go through high school like the wind passes by.

Because of your innocence, people think you are just some kind of bookworm who is a study maniac, but no... They are all wrong.

You approached Steve who was already at his locker, your lockers were next to each other since Mrs. Johnson doesn't want the hassle of separating twins like you. And you love Mrs. Johnson because of it!

"How's your geography?" Steve asked you since the last subject of your test was geography.

You showed your cocky smile while flipping your hair back, making Steve groan in disgust because of your attitude,

"I bet I'll get more than a hundred—"

"Y/N!" You heard a girl who's calling your name, when you looked back you saw Tina running towards you while handing you a piece of paper, "Here, these are the results of your test, Mr. Phil said he was too lazy to check all yours so here are the results."

You smiled and grabbed the paper that Tina gave you, it had a big "0" written all over the paper in red ink. Steve held back his laughter and patted your back, because you felt he was underestimating you, you hit his stomach hard. Everyone has gotten used to it since then, it's like love-language between your relationship.

You coughed through your whimper, “Can a teacher do that?”

Tina shrugged her shoulders, she patted your shoulder, "Girl, your life is not for value all the time. If you keep trying and the results remain the same then it's a sign that you have to move on."

"Move on to what?" You asked sadly.

Tina showed a sly smile, she was a popular girl in Hawkins, different from the boys who had to bully to be popular—Tina didn't do that, yes maybe she just judged some people's clothes but not too much. That's what makes you like her and want to talk to her more.

She handed you two pieces of paper, you saw the words Halloween party at Tina's house which will take place in a few weeks.

"One for you and your brother." Tina said then winked at you. You smiled and said a simple 'thank you' before she left, not forgetting Steve who also said thank you.

You handed one paper to Steve, Steve ruffled your hair, "Cheer up, lil sissy."

You kept whining and tapping the back of your head repeatedly on the locker, "I'm not pretty, I'm not popular, I'm not good at anything."

With that Steve cupped your face, "Who said that?"

You showed your stupid face, "Um... Me?"

"Oh, God, I almost hit someone. If only a bunch of Billy Hargrove's gang said that I would really..." Steve explained as he showed the lump of his hand, his words were stopped by him telling you to look at the lump in his hand, as if to tell you that you should know that anyone who dares to mock you will get a gift from him.

You chuckled, “But who is Billy Hargrove?”

Steve's eyes widened, he threw his hands in the air again, "You don't know him? Good. That little shit always thinks everyone knows him."

Steve grabbed both of your shoulders, "Y/N. Never, like, ever find out about him or be curious about him, okay? Capisce?"

Before you could answer a voice joined your conversation, "I heard you mentioning my name, Harrington. Are you digging my vibe yet?"

You turned your body so that your body was leaning against the locker behind you, while Steve came face to face with the charming guy with curly hair.

Their gazes were intense, but the charming guy looked at you, making you smile awkwardly,

"I didn't see you there, Princess." He said leaning his arm on your side, did he just flirting with you in front of your brother?

"Get your hands off, Hargrove." Steve said.

You formed an O in your mouth, "Oh! So you're the Billy Hargrove?"

The charming guy— Or the one who now has a name, Billy Hargrove, showed his cocky smile, "The one and only." He said then took your hand for him to kiss right on the back of your hand.

You flinched so you just laughed awkwardly, "Super groovy, man. Like, totally friendly— Got it." You stammered your words while nodding.

Steve pushed Billy away and grabbed his collar, you widened your eyes trying to pull Steve away, while Billy raised his hands in the air, "Pretty brave, huh, Harrington?"

"Back off, or even step off from her."

You grabbed Steve's shoulder, "Steve, come on." You panicked because you saw Mrs. Joan, who was patrolling the corridors, was known as a killer teacher since rumors spread that she skinned her husband when she found out he was flirting with another woman. Just imagining it makes you shudder but on the one hand you don't believe the rumors.

Meanwhile, Billy showed his smile even more, showing his perfect row of teeth while licking his lips with his tongue— which made Steve's emotions even hotter, he touched you and Steve already hated him because of his presence.

Before Steve could land a blow on Billy you stopped him by hitting him on the head with your bag, making him groan and look at you, "What the fuck, Y/N?"

You don't look at him but in another direction while showing an awkward smile, "Hello, Mrs. Joan. No worries here. My brother and his buddy are just testing out the newest hoops moves." You looked at the two of them, "Right?"

When Steve frowned and was surprised at you— Billy just chuckled at your ridiculous behavior. You're interesting. For him.

Mrs. Joan couldn't stop staring at the three of you as she narrowed her eyes, you hit Steve's hand to signal him to say something, "Ah, yes, Mrs. Joan. You know, the tournament is approaching and Billy and I are just trying out new moves. Witnessed by my sister who was the jury."

Mrs. Joan didn't say anything and just walked past you, which meant you were completely safe.

You groaned and cursed Steve's name, "Don't you ever do that again! I've been blacklisted by her because I accidentally threw my book at her."

"Why did you throw it anyway?!" Steve snapped but not in an angry tone but surprised.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I had a nightmare, I saw Montley almost kissing me then woke up and was already throwing a book at Mrs. Joan."

Steve just shook his head while you heard Billy chuckle, Steve was about to walk towards him but Nancy called him, "Wait in the car park, understand?" Steve ordered which made you nod.

"And you," Steve said looking at Billy, "Don't you ever talk to her again."

"Yes, sir." Billy mocked which made you chuckle.

Steve immediately went over to Nancy, you gave him an awkward smile before leaving Billy in front of your locker, but his voice almost echoed throughout the corridor, "Wait."

You turned and raised your eyebrows, "I know you're Harrington, but can we get reacquainted?"

You chuckled as you hugged the book tightly in your hand, "I'm Y/N."

"And I'm Billy Hargrove." His reply showed a smile.

"I bet you don't want to get in trouble with my brother, so goodbye, Billy."

Who said he didn't want to get into trouble with Steve? The day after that he continued to approach you without Steve knowing, starting from him saying he could teach you Geography or sharing weird experiences during class. And the strange thing is that you fell for his bait, you were caught with him more and more often when Steve wasn't in the same class as you.

And today is the long awaited Halloween party, you want to go, but you are hesitant. You don't know how to party— Hell, you've never even been to a party.

"I never go to parties, Steve!" You whined at him when he was actually wearing a costume for his party.

"You did!"

You raised your eyebrows, "What party?"

"Birthday party?"

You tightened your jaw and threw your pillow at him, "That's not the same thing, dumbass! Don't make me angry and cry at the same time."

Steve put himself next to you, "Come on, Y/N! How about the dress I bought you last year?"

"Carrie White dress?" Steve nodded, "Listen, if you don't want to show your face you can soak the dress in fake red blood, how about that?"

You threw another pillow at Steve, "Are you out of your mind?" You toss your hair, "I'll show them this shining face."

Steve chuckled, "That's my girl."

You groaned in disgust and made an ugly face, "Ewh, change that 'girl'." Steve just chuckled.

Not long after you two left the house to go to the party, Steve picked up Nancy. Nancy praised you for your appearance, and you were also impressed by Nancy's appearance which looked more innocent than your costume.

You wore a peach colored dress that Steve bought you last year, decorated with a crown accessory in your hair.

When you arrived at the party you felt like it was really wrong to wear a leg-length dress, Steve and you went your separate ways.

12:00 A.M Steve says you should be in the car after the party.

Along the path you walked to Tina's house, you kept lifting your dress so that people wouldn't tripped over it.

For those of you who have never been to a party, you think the party is too boring, just follow along with rock music which is not your taste and the sound of the Hawkins High School students fondling which makes you groaned in disgust.

You found your way to the park in Tina's backyard, that's where you heard lots of cheers and people surrounding someone. You weren't interested so you went back inside.

Seeing lots of girls holding small red cups made you wonder what was in them, you let go of your dress in your hands and approached one of the girls, "Excuse me, what is that?" You said a little shouting because the music was too loud.

The girl who seemed drunk just smiled stupidly at you, "You're Carrie White!" You just smiled and nodded, "Let me pour some blood on your dress so you can be a real prom queen."

Thinking it was a good idea you nodded in agreement, but to your surprise she brought a group of her girls to spill the drink all over you too. Makes you close your eyes when they freely spill the drink. You didn't feel angry, but just a little oppressed... But it was your fault that you agreed with the girl's idea.

After that you saw a red cup on the kitchen counter, you grabbed it and drank it since you were curious about the taste, plus you had never tried alcohol before. Yes, you did, but that was a long time ago.

After trying it, it feels like something stinging and irritating in your body, you try to shake your head to wake yourself up, someone appears in front of you, it's Montley, "Dude, did you drink the drink here?" His voice seemed like a ghost in your ears, you just laughed and nodded.

You raised the red cup in the air and started shouting, "LET'S PARTY FOREVER, FELLAS!"

You heard Montley cursing, then his friend came over, "Did she just swallow that drink?" Jake asked, Montley nodded.

"Shit. We're going to get beat up by Harrington. Montley, there's cocaine in that cup—"

Montley immediately covered Jake's mouth and stomped his foot, "If you close your mouth then that won't happen."

While you definitely felt happy at this party, you had never felt this happy! You turned to Montley, "Can I have some more?"

Montley shook his head and took the cup from you forcefully, making you purse your lips, but he didn't say anything and just left in front of you with his friends.

You started walking into the living room to party with the others, you really felt excited,

“What's in that drink?” You asked yourself as you danced, you smiled like a fool, "I want more."

You walked over to the place where there was a sack of the drink in a bowl. You rested your hands on the table, “One please.” You said to the guy guarding the place.

"Well, well, well, look who's here." You heard a guy make a sound.

You turned your head and saw Jason who was standing in front of you, he always made fun of you when you were in first year, you narrowed your eyes, "What do you want?"

"You look good in that dress." He said and walked closer to you, "But it would be better if you took it off." He replied then you felt a hand on your butt. You slapped him straight away,

Your slap voice was very loud, making several people there turn their attention towards you, "Get your hands off me."

Jason chuckled, feeling himself humbled by you, he gripped your wrist tightly making you wince, "You don't look good. I'll make you feel good."

He grabbed your waist and took you away from there, but you pushed him away as soon as you reached Tina's backyard, "Just leave me alone."

Jason had run out of patience, he wanted to grab you again but someone pulled you to stand behind him, that's where you saw a guy in a black jacket standing with his back to you, it was Billy.

"What's your problem, man?" Jason asked with concern.

"Don't you realize that just touching her is my problem?" Billy replied while licking his lips.

Jason laughed at his disbelief, "Why don't you focus on your own mess?" Jason wanted to grab you again but you didn't let him and latched onto Billy's large hand, you pointed at Jason, “He's a bad guy!” Your babbling without full awareness.

"Did he hurt you?" Billy asked you, making you look up and shake your head, "But he touched my ass!"

Billy clucking in annoyance and turned his gaze towards Jason, "Is that so?" he asked Jason.

Now Jason was the one clucking, "Fine, she's yours, bro."

Jason was about to leave but Billy held him back and broke his hand making Jason scream in pain, "You can't just leave, there's gotta be a lesson in this, right?"

"Let's go, Billy!" You exclaimed while clapping your hands at his action.

Billy let go of Jason and threw him far into the wet grass, he turned towards you, you gave him a thumbs up but he ignored it,

"Let me see your eyes." He said then opened your eyes, making you look at him with those innocent eyes. Your pupils dilated, Billy knew that was one of the effects of cocaine.

"Fucking Montley." Billy cursed, he removed his hands from your eyes,

You wonder, "What's wrong with him?"

"I heard he accidentally put a cup full of cocaine and water and a girl drank it. And he mentioned being afraid of getting beat up by Harrington and stuff like that."

You held your throat, “Did I swallow cocaine?” You asked in a sad tone.

"I think so. Come on, let's go to my car, let's freshen yourself up." Billy asked then took your hand.

You didn't move immediately, "I want Steve."

"Princess, it's a shame that your brother left because of his romantic problems. Just come with me, okay? I'll take you home, I promise."

You whine, "My throat hurts, I'm scared, it feels like I'm hallucinating, I don't know what I'm feeling— What's wrong with meeee?"

"That must be the effect." Billy muttered, not long after he carried you.

"Stay awake, okay?" Billy said to you who had rested your head on his chest.

He wasn't wearing any clothes, just a jacket, making you trace his body with your fingers, making Billy feel goosebumps all over his body, but he knew that this was just another version of you. Not the real you.

Billy noticed the small crown in your hair, he chuckled to himself, the nickname 'Princess' was really made for you.

Even with wet hair and a dress that has red stains on it, you are still charming and shining.

Several girls whispered when they saw Billy take you to his car, some of them were jealous, but also amazed that you, who have always been an 'innocent girl', knew how to charm a boy from far away California.

As soon as you got to Billy's car he put you in the passenger seat, he gave you water which you immediately drank until it was finished. You want cocaine or other types of drugs to disappear from you immediately.

You whined in Billy's car, "I haven't achieved anything. And I've tasted cocaine or whatever that is."

Billy chuckled, he tucked your hair behind your ear, "It'll be fine. I don't think you've swallowed too much since the effects only last a few moments. Just if there's something weird, tell me or your shit brother right away, okay?"

You nod, “Thanks for helping me from that creepy Jason and this.”

Billy smiled,

You got up from your passenger seat to lean over so you could give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

As soon as you wanted to return to your original position he held you and pulled you into a soft and slow kiss, which at least made you calmer in that situation. And it really has an effect. You hoped Steve wouldn't find out about this. About cocaine, or unexpected kisses— And your first kiss was Billy fucking Hargrove. Billy thinks that you really are a girl full of surprises.

Author Note : I DON'T KNOW, this is suckss, but I really loooveeee it! ;D

[rin-fukuroi]

foxian reader that reminds Blade of Baiheng and it causes him pain that he has never felt before (literally just him being protective but not wanting to admit it) </3

Thank you very much for the request~

I'm sorry for making you wait so long. I hope the wait was worth it.

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: Blade x fem!foxian!reader

Warnings: a little angst.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. UNDREAM, Neoni — Nightmare

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I like this work. Although I usually like to write more about the tougher Blade, sometimes it's nice to remember his softer sides and that deep down he is still capable of love, even if it hurts him.

It's amazing how only one thing, one look, one person can destroy an already shaky structure.

— Oh… — you look so scared. Your ears are slightly tucked in when you step back, away from the numb man. — You must be a Stellaron Hunter.

You're scared. And you're not at all sorry that meeting you broke down the fragile walls separating Blade from his past. Of course, you have no idea what's going on in his head while his scarlet eyes burn a hole in your chest, on which your trembling fist rests, convulsively clutching the fabric of your dress.

— Will you kill me?

Blade doesn't hear a word you say, cornered, with a soft fluffy tail pressed against your hip.

«So much like her…»

You take a step back as opposed to his step forward. The silence hanging between you and the killer wanted all over the Lofu makes your heart pound in your chest, but you can't take your eyes off him. The hilt of the cracked blade is still clutched in his long fingers in a black glove, while the shadow of the menacing tall figure of the man absorbs your whole being more and more, plunging you into a state of terrifying trance.

All sounds disappeared. Only your shortness of breath still breaks the silence for a man, while the ringing in your ears does not allow you to hear even your own rapid heartbeat.

The viscous crimson liquid in Blade's veins boils, and his head is so dizzy that he is hardly sure that he is still standing on his feet. These memories from the past stick into his shaky consciousness like needles. The memories of Yingxing, whose eyes now see in front of them a fragile but strong girl, shining with a gentle smile, from which painful cramps twist the stomach. But Blade's eyes only see you, trembling in horror in the face of death, which you are sure will overtake you right here and right now, in this dark alley, in which you had the misfortune to find yourself at the same time as the Hunter, holding out a bandaged hand to your face.

His cold touch brings you out of your stupor, making you flinch when Blade's thumb gently pressed against your cheek. Trembling lips open when you're about to say something, but the words curl into a sharp lump stuck in your throat.

Of course you're afraid. Of course, you don't understand why Blade is looking at you now with such regret and a desperate desire to utter words of remorse, but he just can't stop. So much… pain. So many memories torment the Hunter at this second, when both of you are afraid to break the suffocating silence. Each for their own reasons.

But you're just as surprisingly brave as the girl Yingxing once knew.

The man's thick eyebrows rise when you grab his wrist with a trembling hand. Now your face looks furrowed when you give Blade an annoyed look.

— If you want to kill me, then do it already, — your voice is permeated with such amazing confidence in what you are saying, and your tail swings so funny from side to side, shuffling along the wall behind you. — Or did you just decide to add harassment to your list of crimes?

Your ears abruptly straighten in amazement when you feel Blade's palm release your face, now moving to his forehead and covering his terrifying fiery eyes while a hoarse laugh escapes from his lips.

— What's your name? — the man asks in a low, velvety voice.

You hesitate, pressing your long ears back against your shiny hair again before, now with less confidence in your voice, giving your answer.

— Y/N…

The corners of Blade's lips lift slightly in a barely perceptible smile, after which a large bandaged palm hits the wall on the right side of your face.

— You are brave, Y/N, — the Hunter puts the blade back into its sheath with one deft movement of his hand, fixing his menacing gaze on you. — We will definitely meet again.

His last words didn't sound like a threat before Blade's figure disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never loomed over you like a heavy shadow.

It was a promise.

✧ ✧ ✧

You couldn't get that night out of your head.

You've never felt the breath of death so clearly before, and you've never seen a person who personified it. One glance at the Hunter was enough to see the road behind him, strewn with corpses, but … for some reason, just for a moment you felt the irresistible sorrow and longing that soaked Blade's fingers touching your cheek.

No, no, no. You were just too scared. Surely, murderers like him are alien to anything human.

But then why can't you get him out of your head?

Just like Blade can't stop secretly watching you, feeling like a real masochist. He could just run away from this suffocating sense of guilt, from the pain that he causes himself over and over again with his own hands, coming back to you over and over again.

Is he even allowed to have warm feelings for you? Blade knows he doesn't. These feelings burn him like an unbridled flame, in which one day he is destined to burn alive for the sin that he is going to take on his mutilated soul again.

But if the pain he feels every time your name pops up in his mind, every time he sees you, is the price he has to pay for the selfish desire to feel happy again for a moment…

Blade is ready to pay it.

Therefore, there is no longer a blade in his hand. Now his ruby eyes look into yours with awe and a desire to protect. Now the pads of his long fingers touch your chin with the certainty that you want it. Blade sees it in your almost childishly innocent eyes, looking at him with a mixture of fright and anticipation when he brazenly invades your life again, making the muscle in your chest tremble with an inexplicable feeling that you cannot resist.

— Sorry to keep you waiting… Y/N.

[dullgecko]

To go with my earlier ask I was thinking more about goblin tail flirting (I love that as a thing now) and what would be considered particularly forward/almost indecent.

I’m thinking that touching the tuft and anything below a halfway point is fine but the higher you go the more intimate it becomes.

So Fabian maybe gets annoyed with rizs thrashing tail hitting him in the face from where he’s perched on his shoulder or in an attempt to calm him down grabs rizs tail near the base and in a clearly jokingly intense way tells him to stop or he’ll pass him to gorgug to sit on instead (his second favourite perch, he likes being taller than most for a change).

Only the goblins who can’t speak common see is Fabian suddenly grab rizs tail way too high up (scandalous) and say something very intense they can’t understand.

The entire hoard just look at each other like 😳

Also if it is ever brought up to riz; maybe someone congrats them on his relationship to Fabian, or one of the bolder teens just straight up asks how sex works between them “cause ya know he’s like twice your size?!”

Either way poor riz is incredibly embarrassed and desperately tries to explain that no him and Fabian are not dating or fucking and no they definitely don’t need a separate room in one of the more sound proof section of caves.

I don’t think riz would immediately say anything to Fabian and the rest of the bad kids but they definitely notice how upset and embarrassed he’s suddenly become and manage to eventually get the info out of him. Xx

Riz only realised that he should have stopped Fabian from being so unintentionally grabby well after the point where it would have saved him the embarrassment. He had a good excuse at least, basically noone in Elmville even knew about goblin social graces or how physical contact could be interpreted differently. It was easier to just view everything through the eyes of a Solesian and move on with your day. Getting into a fight because someone insulted you or groped you unintentionally wasn't worth it so Rizs default reaction was to just let it go.

His problem this time though was that they were currently surrounded by people who DID know those social customs, and were currently holding them to them. Fabian had no way of knowing that what he just did was the equivalent of shoving your hand up your partners shirt in public, the INTENT wasn't there and that was the important part.

His friends were used to treating him with some care but he still hadn't had a chance to teach them everything. These goblins were gracious enough to forgive the weird tall-men for any minor blunders they made anyway.

Riz had mostly zoned out by this point, safe from any harassment on Fabians shoulder, and had settled into people watching mode. He was currently watching the girls on the other side of the cavern, some tiny goblin kids trying to teach them how to play a traditional game. Adaine must have used one of her few remaining spell slots (kristen and fig were completely out due to a fight earlier in the day) to cast comprehend languages at some point because she seemed to have caught on pretty well.

He was so focused on watching the game that he'd stopped paying attention to his own fidgeting. Tail flicking in such a way that he accidentally thwacked Fabian in the face with the tuft. The move earning him a flinch and a surprised sputtering g from the fighter.Riz was about to apologise for the affront but the words died in his throat with an embarrassing choking noise because, in an effort to stop Rizs tail moving and hitting him again Fabian had reached behind him, grabbed the base of his tail and /squeezed/. From Fabians point of view the manoeuver had the intended effect, because the goblins tail went completely limp as if his spine had been snapped.

"If you don't stop you're going to loose perching privileges. You can sit on Gorgug for the rest of the night." Fabians tone was playful but Riz absoloutly did not absorb what he'd actually said. Brain having ground to a screeching halt as he tried to switch gears from 'those goblins were grabbing me like that to flirt' to 'Fabian is grabbing me like that because he doesn't /know/ any better'.

"Hrkkgh." Nope, try again Gukgak that's not a word. Riz swallowed, relaxing his hand on Fabians shoulder from where he'd clenched down to the point his claws had almost punctured his armor with a shuddering sigh. He was glad they were more geared up than usual for this mission or there would have been bleeding.

"Sorry. My bad. You can let go now." The rogue sounded a little more strained than he meant to, having absoloutly whiffed his attempt at deception to make it seem like nothing was wrong.

Fabian gave him a sceptical look, releasing his tail even as he readjusted his seating position slightly so he was cross legged. Riz sweaing when the fighter suddenly pitched forwards to dislodge him from his perch with practised ease so he landed with an 'oof' on the balled up battle sheet in his lap.

"You can't fool me that easily The Ball." Fabian said with some annoyance, grabbing the base of Rizs tail again (more gently this time) so he couldn't scamper away.

"I knew that little shit that upset you earlier did something. You should have told me you were injured when it happened I would have gutted him like a fish."

"It's wasnt something worth fighting over I'm not even - ow what the /fuck/ Fabian." Riz flinched and hissed the last few words, baring his teeth because Fabian had flicked him on the ear with the hand not holding him in place with a grip on his tail.

"You are going to shut up and let me check to make sure nothing is broken or dislocated. If it IS I will force feed you a potion, I know they're in limited supply but letting a spinal break set wrong will cause issues in the long run and Kristen and Fig are tapped for spells." Fabian said matter of factly, pinning Riz down as he started squeezing at his tail again. Starting at the base and carefully feeling to make sure nothing was out of place or broken as he worked towards the tip.

Riz brain fully stopped producing coherent thoughts at that point and he tried very hard to focus on NOT biting the armor on Fabians thigh that was right in front of his face. He was suddenly very glad they'd been forced to wear more armor than usual or they WOULD have to use one of their few emergency potions. The rogue also having to remind himself that there was no amorous intent involved right now; Fabian was just worried he was injured and was conducting a medicine check.

Huffing when Fabian finally stopped and released him from the pin Riz reached around and thumped him in the side with the side of his fist.

"Nothing broken, but if hurts that much you should get one of the girls to heal you in the morning" Fabian shrugged, leaning back against the wall and getting comfortable.

Riz hit Fabian lightly again, flinching and whipping around to face the rest of the cavern when the elderly goblin woman from earlier laughed from where she was still trying to feed Gorgug with the others.

"THATS how you do it elf-lad. You shouldn't have stopped it looks like he was enjoying himself." She heckled, one of her friends rolling her eyes and handing something to her. Apparently someone had just won a bet of some kind. "Or do you two perhaps need somewhere a little more private now?"

Riz sputtered, belatedly remembering that they were in fact currently in a room full of other goblins. Face blushing all the way to the tips of his ears as he tried to duck down to hide more in Fabians lap.

"He's not... we're not... it's not LIKE that." Riz protested, voice breaking as he tried to curl up smaller. Critically failing on an attempt to stealth as he tried to get under the battle sheet and disappear.

His prayers to Cassandra for the ground to open and swallow him whole went sadly unanswered, but he redoubled his efforts when one of the teens from earlier came over and crouched down to speak to him.

"You should have just said your boyfriend was the possessive type. Niktlek was worried he was going to attack him since he's been glaring at him all night." She whispered, glancing up at Fabian who just looked incredibly confused by the commotion. "I mean, he could always join us if he wanted to though you'll have to explain the logistics. How does it even work with you two... is it proportional?"

Riz made a choking noise, covering his face with his hands which muffled his voice substantially.

"We're not /fucking/, gods we're not even. NO. Thankyou. We're not interested. I'M not interested. At all. Ever."

The teen shrugged, eyeing off the rest of his party before trotting over towards the girls. Riz had so thoroughly curled in on himself to hide that he missed Fabian mouthing 'what the fuck was that' to a thoroughly confused Adaine. The elf shrugging and looking just as perplexed; even though she understood what the goblins were saying she had totally missed the events leading up to it.

Fig was grinning like a maniac though because she totally had caught everything. She had also been pretending not to understand what anyone was saying for the whole night because it would spoil the surprise she'd been working on for months. The bard may have also been doing a bit of extra study on goblin customs as an addition to learning the language and 100% knew why Riz was suddenly so horribly flustered.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello! I was wondering if you'd write a Marilyn x bad girl student reader? Bad girl like motorcycle riding, ripped jeans, don't adhere to the dress code or turn in assignments on time, most of the other students scared of her, all around bad ass reader. When Marilyn finds out reader is in her class she dreads it because reader has always made it hard on the other teachers but she's pleasantly surprised when reader does well and never disrupts class. In fact reader has helped her out from time to time, just quietly moving heavy stuff for Marilyn and picking up things Marilyn dropped for her. The only time reader causes a disruption is when another student harasses Marilyn for being a normi and reader punches his lights out. They get into a relationship where Marilyn is all mommy dom with spanking and choking tied up reader smut. Not sure how to end this request lol

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))))

A very, very bad girl

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, strap on, bad girl reader, fluff?, spanking, kinks, dom! marilyn

Word count: 5,715

Summary: You were a very bad girl at Nevermore, but when you met her, you changed a bit… just for her…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Ms. (Y/N), for the last time, please take your feet off the table,” your math teacher said. You smiled and shook your head.

“I don't feel like it,” you said, looking at your nails with indifference.

You were that way, you had no remedy. When your parents sent you to Nevermore, they thought you would finally become a good girl. They were wrong. That school had too many rules and these were your worst enemies. You had no intention of obeying, of dressing in that hideous uniform and of stopping terrorizing others with your haughty and almost violent attitude.

“Don't make me have to repeat it to you…” Your teacher said, tired of you.

“Does anyone mind if I put my feet on the table?” You asked the rest of your classmates out loud. Logically they all shook their heads. “You see it? You can continue.”

“I’m sick of you, (Y/N)…” The old woman hissed, crossing her arms.

You laughed out loud and held a defiant look.

“Please, shut up, I’m sick of your annoying voice,” you said whispering. Obviously the teacher heard you and banged her fist on the table.

“It's over, (Y/N), to the director's office, now.”

You raised your eyebrows, lowering your feet and dragging the chair so that it made an excruciating creak.

You were used to visits to Weems's office. You could almost say you lived there.

“Principal Weems…” You crooned as you knocked on the door. Immediately Larissa opened it and peeked in, puffing at the sight of you.

“You again? What have you done this time?” She asked listlessly. You shrugged.

“Nothing, it seems that Mrs. Redfield doesn't want my back to stop hurting,” you said going into the office.

“What am I going to do with you…”Weems sighed. “Sit down.”

You slumped back in the chair while Larissa searched for what looked like a file bigger than the entire Harry Potter books saga.

“Let's see... Misconduct, swearing in class, flagrant violation of the Nevermore’s dress code...” She said that last sentence looking you up and down. There was no sign of the regulation uniform. Just a black top and a too-ripped jeans. “Fights with classmates, reckless driving on the grounds, destruction of gardens and school property... My God, (Y/N), I assure you that I have never seen someone with a file like yours.”

“What prize will I get?” You asked amused. Weems rolled her eyes and sighed in despair.

“You're playing with fire, (Y/N), if your parents weren't my friends you were out of Nevermore a long time ago.”

“Oh, I love privileges,” you said laughing, with a cocky and defiant posture.

“I'm glad to hear it, because as a privileged girl that you are, you're going to serve a privileged punishment…” Larissa told you, smiling with satisfaction, looking for a stack of papers. “I've seen your handwriting and it's pretty decent. You are going to transcribe all these documents to make them readable.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

“But I have to clean the bike and…” You said, starting to regret it.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, (Y/N),” Larissa said wryly, putting all that stack of papers in front of you.

Naturally you already had in mind to duck, but when you raised a hand she grabbed your wrist.

“Do you think I'm dumb enough to let you go? You underestimate me, (Y/N). This time you are going to fulfill your punishment here, with me,” she told you with a gentle smile. You pursed your lips and grunted, carrying the stack of papers to the table the principal pointed out to you.

“Shit…” You whispered, sitting down at the small desk.

“What have you said? I'm afraid I didn't hear you correctly...” Larissa said, blinking rapidly.

“Nothing…” You said, picking up a pen, ready to carry out your punishment.

The seconds seemed like minutes, and the minutes seemed like hours. You've never had the opportunity to fully serve a punishment. Of course, you would make the  time unbearable for the  principal too.

“I'm boooooored,” you crooned.

“Poor thing,” Larissa said without looking at you, while she leafed through some papers.

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting the tedious punishment.

“Can I come in?” A voice you didn't know said.

“Oh, Marilyn, of course, come in, please,” Larissa said, smiling and getting up.

An unknown woman entered the office. The first impression for you was very important, and that red-haired woman impressed you. She seemed shy, putting on her glasses in an amusing move. You followed her with your eyes, without saying a word. Curiosity invaded you.

“I'm glad you've arrived, let me be the first to welcome you to Nevermore,” Weems said, shaking her hand.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Larissa. I know it must have been difficult to be admitted,” the woman said, sitting in front of the director, who made a gesture to play it down.

“Oh, it's nothing. You have the honor of being the first normi to teach at Nevermore, and I sincerely want you not to be the last one.”

The redhead nodded and looked at you curiously.

“Who is she?” She asked. You remained silent, noticing how your cheeks blushed. You were unable to utter a word, to make a joke. That woman had caught your eye and no matter how hard you tried to give an explanation to that reaction, you couldn't.

“Oh, she's (Y/N), she has the great achievement of being the most troublemaker student in Nevermore,” Larissa said, getting up and walking towards you. “Be careful with her, she's a time bomb, but they forgot to put a timer on her,” she said amused, placing a hand on your shoulder, which you pulled away with a grunt.

“Eh, I can introduce by myself,” you said, looking at the redhead, who kept looking at you curiously. “I am (Y/N), the most beautiful, nicest and coolest student of Nevermore, and you? Who are you?” You said, extending a hand towards the woman.

She laughed softly, shaking your hand.

“I'm Marilyn Thornhill, the new botany teacher,” she told you. You nodded amused.

“Plants, how funny,” you said sarcastically. She kept smiling, apparently she had not understood the meaning of your words.

“Be very careful with her, Marilyn, she is the terror of the teachers. And you, (Y/N), could you do me a big favor and be nice to Marilyn?”

You ignored the director's comment and looked back at Marilyn, winking at her.

“If you behave well, I'll be good…” You said with a suggestive voice. She laughed, as if she didn't get the point of everything you were saying. She seemed very innocent, and you liked that, you liked her a lot.

Larissa's hand went directly to the back of your neck, giving you a soft smack. Surely she had understood what you meant.

“Keep writing, (Y/N)…”

Two days later, your first botany class finally arrived. You were expecting to see that woman in action. She naturally attracted you, she was the type of woman you liked. She's innocent, without malice, the kind of woman your brusque and rebellious personality could corrupt.

You sat at your desk and to your own surprise, you didn't put your feet up on the table, you sat down right. You took out what little was left of your books and put them on the table, under the strange look of your classmate.

“What are you looking at?” You asked rudely. The boy shook his head and looked away.

“Good morning guys, my name is Marilyn Thornhill, and I'm your new botany teacher,” the redhead said enthusiastically. You could see how her eyes were looking sideways at you. Surely Larissa had filled her in on all your antics.

“They say that she is normi, that she has no ability,” the girl next to you whispered. You looked at her, annoyed at listening to her more than to Marilyn.

“Oh, really? Weems must have gone crazy,” another girl answered.

In a few seconds the murmur became more present. You couldn't hear the class, you were surrounded by sarcastic comments and various gossip from your classmates.

“I would appreciate a bit of silence, please,” the teacher said, sighing.

You glared around you. It was her first class and your classmates did nothing but annoy you. Unlike you, who was silent, behaving like an exemplary student.

“Please…” Marilyn insisted, starting to get desperate.

“Shut up, damm it!” You yelled, getting up from your chair. They all looked at you stunned. “Shut up or I'll shut up you.”

Silence fell. The redhead looked at you with wide eyes. She wouldn't expect the Nevermore trouble factory to have silenced her classmates.

“Please, continue,” you said with a wide smile, while all your classmates lowered their heads.

Marilyn shook her head and pretended nothing had happened, giving you a strange look.

When the class ended and all your classmates left the conservatory, you smugly approached the redhead, who seemed to be organizing some boxes.

“Aren't you going to thank me?” You asked, tapping her shoulder. Marilyn jumped and smiled at you nervously.

“Oh, (Y / N), I… Well, thanks I guess,” she said shyly, as she placed a box on her desk and emptied its contents.

“I guess? Come on, redhead, I've done you a favor,” you said, pretending to be offended. She glanced at you briefly, but then she turned away. It was obvious that your presence made her nervous. You began to wonder what Larissa had told her about you. “Are you afraid of me?” You asked mockingly.

“Well, I…” Marilyn said, looking for a way to dodge your question. “Honestly, I don't know what to tell you. Larissa has told me a lot of disturbing things about you.”

“Yeah, Larissa, of course,” you said, leaning against her desk and picking up a very small pot and looking at it curiously. “What is this?”

“Be careful with that, please, it's a rare specimen of a miniature carnivorous plant,” Marilyn told you with fear in her eyes.

You smiled and began to play with the pot, carelessly passing it from one hand to the other.

“How funny,” you said, seeing the horrified expression of the redhead. “Surely now you expect me to set it on fire, or break it, that's what Larissa told you, right?”

“Please, (Y/N), give it back to me, it's a very delicate plant,” she told you nervously, reaching out her arm to take the pot. You stepped away and took advantage of the fact that you were taller than her, raising your arm as high as you could.

“No way. First I want you to thank me for having shut those pesky ones’ mouth,” you said amused, seeing how the redhead tried to reach the small plant, without success.

Marilyn snorted and shook her head, crossing her arms.

“Okay, (Y/N), I appreciate you letting me teach the class in peace, are you happy?”

You smiled widely and returned the plant, which the redhead quickly took, looking at you over her glasses.

“Have you ever been told that you shouldn't judge someone before you meet them?” You said ironically. She closed her eyes and nodded.

“You're right, (Y/N), I'm sorry. Larissa warned me that I should be careful with you. I'm having a bit of a hard time getting used to this place and I wouldn't want you to give me trouble.”

You laughed out loud.

“Calm down, Marilyn, I don't give trouble to attractive women like you…” You whispered in her ear. She looked at you surprised, but she didn't say anything, she just continued with her boxes, glancing at you from time to time.

“Don't you have class right now?” She asked, obviously uncomfortable with your presence.

“I'm not going. I hate maths,” you said indifferently, while you watched how the redhead seemed to suffer when picking up a box that seemed heavy. “Hey, don't try too hard, redhead,” you said, helping her to catch it.

“Don't call me redhead, (Y/N), I'm your teacher. I'm assuming you're not going to call me Miss Thornhill, but I'd appreciate it if you would at least call me Marilyn.”

You rolled your eyes, placing that box where she indicated.

“Fine, Marilyn…” You sighed.

The teacher's attitude towards you was abrupt, fearful, nervous. Larissa should have told her you were little short of the devil. You didn't want to have that fame, at least with her.

The days passed like this. You were the terror of the teachers, but not of all. With Marilyn you were an angel. Even your fights and punishments had lessened. Your attraction to the redhead increased so much that it was impossible for you not to say suggestive phrases about her while you helped her after class. She was skilled at dodging hints. It was already impossible for her to be as innocent as you thought. Her smile and the slight blush on her cheeks told you that she perfectly understood what you wanted to say.

Little by little, that absurd fear that she had of you disappeared and her attitude towards you was much calmer. You weren't sure, but somehow you sensed that she had some interest in the naughty bad girl you were. For some strange reason, she was always there when you got into trouble.

One afternoon, you were going for a motorcycle ride to loosen up a bit. You had class works to do, but you didn't care, you never did.

“Hello, precious,” you said tenderly to your motorcycle, which you loved above all things.

You were going to start the engine, when you heard some desperate screams.

“Start damn it!”

It was Marilyn, who seemed to be having trouble starting the little beetle. You were going to ignore it, but the situation seemed too funny to you. You got off the motorcycle and approached the car, leaning mockingly out the window.

“Any problem?” You asked with a wide smile. Marilyn looked at you and, resigned she nodded.

“Well, yes, many problems, (Y/N). The car won't start and I have to go to Jericho to look for the seeds I need for... Well, for my classes...” She told you, turning the key over and over again.

“Well, well, let me take a look,” you said with the same mocking tone. “Open the engine, redhead.”

“Marilyn!” The redhead yelled, opening the engine door.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…” You whispered, taking a look. “Oh oh…”

“What's happening?”

“I'm afraid someone has had a little fun,” you said, reaching into the engine and pulling out what looked like a broken belt. “This should be there, see?”

Marilyn got out of the car and was horrified to see that you were right.

“It is difficult for the car to start without this. I'm afraid you'll have to call the tow truck, redhead,” you said with a pitying face, handing her the broken leash.

“Oh, shit…” Marilyn sighed. “I'll ask Larissa to take me to the town and…”

It was the best opportunity of your life. You weren't going to waste it.

“No way, redhead... Marilyn. I'll take you,” you said, pointing to the motorcycle.

Marilyn looked over your shoulder with raised eyebrows.

“Are you going to take me... In that thing?” She asked you. “No way, there's no way I'm going to get on that thing with you.”

You shrugged and walked away.

“As you wish, but I think Larissa is not here…” You crooned. “Surely those seeds can wait until tomorrow…” You looked at her, smiling, while you got on the motorcycle. She rolled her eyes and cautiously approached.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “But be careful, please. I never liked these things,” she said with a voice of having given up.

“Calm down…” You said, taking another helmet out of the small compartment and tossing it to her.

“Oh, God…” She sighed as she got on the bike with you.

“Hold on, redhead,” you said, tying her arms around your waist.

“Please, (Y/N), I only ask you not to ruuuuuun,” she said, too late. You had already started, and you used to go fast. “Please, (Y/N), stop!”

You laughed while she, scared, clung to you with all her strength.

It seemed unlikely, but from that day on, the strange relationship you had got closer and closer.

Little by little, the redhead responded to your advances. Never in the way you expected, but it seemed to amuse her that you flirted with her in such a shameless way. Sometimes you got the impression that Marilyn dropped things on the floor for you to pick up, you'd soon find out why.

You were there as always, helping Marilyn with her plants. Not that you were a good girl now, quite the opposite. But with her you were, you were the kindest girl, but also the cheekiest girl of Nevermore. As you put down a large pot in the ground, you looked at Marilyn. You didn't believe what she was seeing. She was looking at you, but not at you, she was looking at your butt. You were wearing a very short skirt, and surely it wasn't exactly your skirt that she was looking at.

“What? Do you like what you see?” You asked, getting up. She looked away quickly.

“I don't know what you mean…” She said, pretending to take care of one of the plants. You bit your lip and ran to get behind her and lean into her ear.

“Yes, you know, redhead, you were looking at my panties…” You said humming, brushing the hair away from her ear. She jerked around, pushing you back a bit.

“Don't talk nonsense, (Y/N). If you have already finished with the pots you can leave,” she said, pretending, very badly, by the way.

“Okay,” she said, making an unexpected move. You grabbed Marilyn by the head and pulled her up, planting a kiss on her lips. She didn't resist, but she did stay wide-eyed. It was your first time taking that step and to your delight, she didn't seem to mind at all. “See you tomorrow,” you crooned, walking out of the conservatory and leaving Marilyn gaping.

After stealing that kiss from the redhead, you got used to doing it all the time. She never complained, but she never kissed you back either. It was weird, she seemed blocked whenever you zoomed in. It was as if he really liked you, as if the little suspicion you had ceased to be, to become evidence. Soon the occasion would come that would make everything clear.

“And for this reason, these little wonders can survive weeks without a drop of water…” Marilyn explained, under your watchful eye. You heard murmurs next to you. As much as you ordered them to shut up, your classmates ignored it.

“Look at her, she tries to be cool but she can't, deep down I feel sorry for her,” a boy behind you said. You concentrated to listen better.

“It's pathetic. I can't wait for her to get out of Nevermore. The normies have no right to be here,” his classmate said.

You had a serious face, you stopped listening to Marilyn a long time ago.

“Just wait and see, I have prepared a little surprise.”

“What have you done this time?”

“Watch and learn. This is how normies are treated in Nevermore,” one of the boys said, moving his hand towards the redhead's desk.

From the wall, what looked like a tarp was unfurled, with some horrible words written on it. Marilyn froze as she read the message.

The best normi is the dead normi

The entire class erupted in laughter, as Marilyn struggled to maintain her composure. You had heard the conversation, you knew who was to blame.

“Damned bastard!” You said, getting up from the table and turning around. “Hey, it was him!” You said, grabbing the collar of her shirt. Marilyn didn't say anything, she just stared at you.

“Let me go, I'm just saying what we all think,” The boy told you. Your blood boiled

“Apologize right now, Fred…” You hissed, grabbing his shirt tightly.

“I'm not even going to do it, that damn normi has to get out of Nevermore…” He said you in a mocking tone.

That was too much for you. With all your might, you pushed the boy, making him fall to the ground, knocking over several chairs and tables along the way.

“Stupid!” He yelled. No one seemed to care that you were in class.

“You're the stupid one, you're going to find out!” You yelled, throwing yourself on top of him and starting a fight in the middle of the conservatory.

“Stop it!” Marilyn yelled, approaching you with fear. You looked at her, causing your partner to punch you several times.

“Damn imbecile,” you said, putting your hand on your nose, which soon began to bleed. “I'm going to destroy you!” You said hitting her with all your might.

“For God's sake, (Y/N), stop it, stop it!” The redhead said, trying to separate you from him, who already had his hands in a surrender position. You kicked, but you let yourself be dragged by Marilyn.

“Everyone out, class's over!” She yelled, checking that, despite the beating, the boy could get up. You stayed there, held by Marilyn on the ground.

“You'll see when I catch you,” you said, passing a hand across your nose, pointing threateningly at your partner.

“Why did you do it, (Y/N)?” Marilyn asked you, while she healed your wounds. “If I tell Weems what happened, she won't hesitate to expel you.”

“What did you want me to do? You don't deserve that,” you said, hissing when the cotton touched one of your wounds.

“I don't need you to defend me, (Y/N). I just overlook that kind of things, I'm used to it,” she told you, caressing your cheek. You smiled mischievously.

“Did you like to see me give that idiot the beating of his life? Confess it, redhead...” You sighed and rolled her eyes. She looked like she was going to deny it, but quite the opposite. She came up to you and kissed you on the lips. A slow, tender kiss, that had nothing to do with the ones you stole from her.

It might seem like a simple gesture, but it was something else, it was the beginning of a real relationship, one in which words were not needed.

“You're a bad girl, (Y/N),” she whispered after kissing you. You widened your eyes and bit your lip. “I like bad girls...”

“I won't be so bad when I've defended you,” you murmured, grabbing her waist. She laughed, putting both hands on your chest.

“We all have defects…”

You were kissing the redhead with passion, with desire, as you entered her room. It had been a while now, and it seemed like the right time to turn up the heat a bit.

“You should be in class, (Y/N)…” Marilyn gasped, between kisses. You laughed, attacking her neck unceremoniously.

“I don't care about classes…” You said. Unexpectedly, she grabbed your hair.

“No, no, no (Y/N), I can't allow you to continue being a bad girl…” She whispered in your ear. “If you don't go to class, I'll have to punish you...”

You opened your eyes. Of all the people you knew, she was the least likely to behave that way. You didn't like to feel dominated, but you already made several exceptions with her, it was okay to make another one.

“Are you going to punish me?” You asked pouting. “Look how I’m shaking.”

The moment you said those words, you received a slap on the cheek. It was not a soft one, it stung.

“Shut up, bitch…” The redhead said, grabbing her hair. “Don't try to be cool with me, I think you don't know me well...”

You shook your head and bit your lip. You wanted to keep teasing her, you wanted to see what she was capable of.

“I do what I want, redhead…” You said, earning another slap. Marilyn sighed and shook her head, shoving you roughly onto the bed.

“You have to learn manners, (Y/N). Maybe I have to teach you a lesson…” She said, sitting next to you. “Come here,” she told you, patting her lap.

You looked at her with a frown.

“Have I not spoken clearly enough, (Y/N)? I told you to get on my lap. Mommy is going to teach you to be a good girl...”

You backed away smiling, surprised by your lover's domineering attitude. Seeing that her gaze became more and more dangerous, you decided to obey, lying on her lap.

“That's how I like it, an obedient girl…” Marilyn said mockingly. “Now mommy is going to teach you to treat her with respect… To behave properly.”

“You like that I’m a bad girl. You can't help it, "mommy,"” you said joking. Her hand fell on your buttocks with a painfully pleasurable force.

“Mmm…” She murmured. It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no either. “I like to teach good manners to bad girls like you, (Y/N). Stupid girls who think they are the coolest in school for wearing ripped pants, riding motorbikes and talking back to the teachers...”

Saying those words with a lusty hiss, she pulled down your pants and underwear, exposing your butt.

“You have a beautiful ass, (Y/N), it's a shame that I have to punish it…” She told you between laughs. You just nodded. You couldn't see what was happening, but her touch was tense, you knew what was coming, and it turned you on. “Come on honey, be a good girl... Count with me...”

“One!” You yelled as you received the first spank. It itched, it stung, but you had to fight back a moan. “Fuck…Two!”

“That's it... What a good girl...” The redhead whispered, relieving your injured area a little. “Come on, come on, we're not done yet. You have to be punished for everything you've done. I'm sure the rest of your teachers would really like to see you like that... So submissive, so... obedient.”

“I thought you were a sweet and innocent spinster and it turns out that you're vicious woman... I like it,” you said, earning another strong spanking.

“Shut up!” She yelled at you, grabbing your hair and pulling it hard. “Haven't they taught you not to judge people without knowing them?” She repeated mockingly, just like you did in her first class. “I just want you to open your dirty mouth to count…”

You nodded and closed your eyes. The heat that was building between your legs was already almost unbearable, and it hadn't even started.

“Five! Six!” You counted, following the frantic rhythm of her whipping. Your butt hurt, surely it was completely red. She laughed with every hit, she surely was enjoying on almost as many levels as you.

“Twenty!”  You counted. Marilyn chuckled.

“Okay, (Y/N), we're done with this. Now I want you to undress and lie down on the bed,” she said, moving away from her lap. You looked at her with a smile camouflaged in a grimace of pain.

“Why don't you undress yourself?” You asked, grabbing her blouse and undoing its buttons. She looked at you, blinking repeatedly, before giving you another slap.

“You may be the queen at school, (Y/N), but in my bed I'm in charge, and you're going to do what I tell you…” She told you with a natural smile.

“Very, very good,” you said, getting rid of your already half-down pants. She looked at you with desire, while she searched for something in her drawer. It looked like a rope.

“Lie down,” she told you, once you were naked. “Mommy hasn't finished with you yet...”

You nodded, obeying.

Marilyn got up and undressed little by little. You tried to touch her body several times, but you always received a slap.

“You are so desperate, (Y/N), so anxious for mommy to fuck you…” She said to you, climbing on top of you and grabbing your wrists.

“What are you doing?” You asked when the rope was tied to your hands and the redhead took them to the headboard. “Hey, untie me.”

“No, my love... I'm not going to untie you...” She told you, giving you a tender kiss on your lips. “You're not so brave anymore, are you? Now you are at my mercy, (Y/N)… But don't worry, mommy will be good to you, as long as you obey.”

“I think I can get used to being tied up…” You whispered, fixing your gaze on her breasts, salivating from having them in your mouth.

“I'm glad you think so…” She said, caressing your cheek. “Look at you, you're so wet,” she said while with her other hand, she caressed your between the legs, slipping between your folds.

“Yes…” You said, gasping at her touch. “Please, mommy… I liked that spanking a lot, I want, I want you to fuck me.”

She laughed outrageously, as two of her fingers played at your entrance.

“My bad girl… Look what you've ended up with. In a silly girl, begging me to fuck her... How cute... It's a shame...”

“A shame?” You asked, panting and shifting, struggling against your restraints.

“Honey, you don't want to get away with it, do you?” She asked, removing her hand. You protested.

“What? Oh, come on…” You said, moving your hips, fighting for the contact you had before.

“Shhh, shhh,” the redhead whispered, moving a little above you. “Use your mouth for something else than to complain, (Y/N)… Now you have to please mommy… Then we'll talk…”

You nodded unable to speak, because she sat on top of you. You couldn't breathe, you didn't feel the air entering your lungs, you could only feel her.

Your arms moved as she moaned and rubbed against your mouth.

“Can't you breathe, my love? Oh, poor thing,” Marilyn said petulantly, letting you catch some air. “That's enough, (Y/N), stick out your tongue and make mommy happy…”

You obeyed, taking in all the air you could. You ran your tongue up and down, when and licking everything you found in your path. You were short of breath, but you were full of passion, of involuntary movements of your hips.

“My bad girl... I hope, ahh, I hope that's how you learn to... Oh... To behave well...” Marilyn moaned, moving faster against your face.

You moaned too. You were desperate, unable to move your arms, barely breathing, but the heat you felt between your legs managed to hide those inconveniences. Little by little, the redhead's movements intensified, becoming abrupt and disorderly, until finally, with a heartbreaking and very indiscreet moan, her entire body tensed, and you could feel how her humidity began to run your face.

“That was good, honey… Your filthy mouth is so good with mommy…”

You caught your breath.

“Yeah, I've done it, mommy... Now, please, I need you,” you said shaking your body. That didn't seem to matter to her, as she got up from the bed, reaching for something in a drawer of her dresser.

“Oh, fuck,” you said as you watched her putting a rather sizable strap on to her waist. Spreading a slippery liquid on her dildo, she approached you, with a tender smile, but also disturbing. “Hey, hey, that's really, really big, isn't it?”

She shook her head, saying nothing as she climbed back onto the bed. Your eyes lit up when her hands went to your restraints. When you felt released from the headboard, you sighed and smiled.

“Why are you smiling, bad girl?” She asked you, pouting.

“Because you've come to your senses, and you're going to untie me…” You said. Her face told you that this was not her intention at all.

“You're so sweet… Of course not, honey. You have to be tied down like the bad girl you are. I just want you to suffer your punishment from behind... Until you're a good girl I won't give you the pleasure of watching me fucking you.”

Saying that, she grabbed your waist roughly, turning you on the bed and tying you back to the headboard despite your resistance.

“Shhh…. Don't worry… Mommy will take care of you, honey,” she told you, lifting your abdomen, exposing you completely. “Mmm, how I like your body… I would be looking at you all day… So exposed, so defenseless.”

“Oh, fuck, Marilyn, do it once and for all,” you said, when you felt the tip of that huge object against your slippery folds.

“Careful what you wish for, honey…” She said, thrusting herself inside of you. You opened your eyes, noticing how your walls narrowed with difficulty, accommodating to size.

“Ah, damn, don't be so abrupt… It's… It's big… It hurts me…” You said hissing. Deep down, that little pain you felt only made you more aroused.

“What’s wrong, dear? Can't your little pussy handle mommy's dick? Oh what a lying girl... You're very brave on the outside, (Y/N), but you can't even stand me...”

“Shut up, I'm not used to something so... So...” You said, running out of voice when the pleasure began to run through your body. “Okay, okay, don't stop, keep going…”

She laughed, picking up her pace, gripping your hair tight as she moved with ease. The moans became more and more frequent.

You were completely at her mercy. Marilyn enjoyed, moving her hips gracefully against yours, guiding your body with her hands, digging her nails into your thighs.

You couldn't take it anymore. After a few thrusts and a few reminders about who you belonged to, you snapped, twitching and eyes squeezed shut.

“Damn… Marilyn, you're incredible,” you said, while the redhead untied you. She leaned over you and kissed you tenderly. Her expression was no longer that of the crazy domineering woman who took you mercilessly, it was the one she always had, the one you fell in love with.

“You know, (Y/N)? I don't want you to ever change…”She told you, bringing your head closer to her chest, letting you rest on it.

“Change what?”

“The way you are... I don't care how rebellious you are, I only care that you have a good heart... And I know you have it...”

[amemenojaku]

Hisami and Zanmu for 1 on that ask game!

When I started shipping it if I did: Since day 1 when I read Hisami's dialogues, like most people I believe lol. I mean, how can you see her and not start cheering for her to get what she wants... Since it's still pretty recent I can add that two lines in particular made me seriously consider it and think about it beyond 'this is nice/funny': when Hisami tells Zanmu that she doesn't have to hold back around her, and when Zanmu tells Hisami that she knew Hisami would mess up on purpose, and that she'll give her a reward anyway - both are about danmaku obviously, but it got my brain gears turning >:]

My thoughts: They've slowly but steadily been going up my favorite ships, especially for the past 2-3 months... They work well together. Obviously I'd love the ship in touhou where one of them has a big fat actual canon crush on the other one, I've been in this hole since 2010 or something so Hisami's kind of a gift... but also in general I think it's a good spin on the boss/henchman trope when the boss is some mega charismatic chessmaster who could probably get anyone they want on their knees and yet their subordinate is one of the only people they can't fully predict/control. The wild card aspect is really funny to me and I love seeing fanworks where Zanmu's like... fondly sighing at Hisami's antics.

Things done in fanworks that annoy me: I think there's too many fanworks where Zanmu looks generally uncomfortable around Hisami despite never doing so even once ingame, and also too many fanworks where Hisami harasses Zanmu, sometimes to make very early 2000s jokes in very poor taste... I won't name anyone but there's a few big yuri artists on twitter who do that and it makes me want to bash my head against the wall when they get praised for it just because their artstyle looks good..... On a more positive note there's a few people who've been creating constantly good content of this pair and I think given a year or two nature will be healing!!

Also I'm of the opinion that Zanmu's fairly tall herself, just a bit shorter than Hisami, so I'm not big on the crazy size difference stuff (funny coming from a seishin fan, I know......)

Things I look for in fanworks: MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING!!! Getting to know each other past the infatuation (in Hisami's case)/the curiosity (in Zanmu's case) in deeper ways. I promise this isn't about sex lol (I do think about that too but not here rn) I really want to see how their relationship can grow and I especially want to see Zanmu enjoying it (as a petty reaction to the stuff listed above...). In their case I think physical intimacy would be a good setting for that kind of scene where their emotional bond grows, so that's what I'd go with if I were to create something like it, but anything can work if it's done in good taste imo. And in general I want to see Zanmu answering Hisami's affections with a positive emotion... whatever it is... I'm desperate.......

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: It's difficult for me to imagine Hisami with anyone else, although I do think she'd have physical relationships with a bunch of women while her feelings for her boss are still unrequited. Zanmu on the other hand I can picture being interested in a few other characters like Reimu or other onis or even the sages, but ultimately not as something she'd commit to and take seriously. The only real endgame is still zanhisa haha

My prefered future/ending for them: Whenever Zanmu considers them close enough to tell Hisami to drop the honorifics and overly reverent language when they're alone, and whenever Hisami feels comfortable doing that would be the ideal "endpoint" for me because of all the things it implies :) I don't care if at that point they actually consider themselves in a relationship or if they just aknowledge there's something going on. Though if they do get in a relationship proper I imagine they'd be very discreet about it. Also I think Hisami should get a promotion so she can directly work as Zanmu's prefered right hand arm man. woman. her everything. her confidant. her silly rabbi

What is their favorite activity together: Probably drinking. I imagine with how old she is and hanging out with onis Hisami's built up a decent hold on alcohol, and Zanmu appreciates it. They reminisce about their respective pasts and talk about the inner workings of hell and Zanmu gets a huge ego boost from showing off her 4D chess plans and Hisami praising her for it

[atalienart]

I hate so much when media portrays any sort of surprise kiss as cute and romantic- and it's in SO MANY THINGS. To me, that's sexual harassment due to lack of consent. I want more media to normalize asking or giving permission. Normalize CONSENT. Heck even just have a character outright say the words "you do not have to ask me for my permission" and then you can have your surprise kiss!

First of all, consent is very important, yes. And yet I'll be arguing xD

As much as reading people in real life can be tricky, in fiction it's easier to show feelings and thoughts. If a character A dreams about being kissed by character B, the surprise kiss from B would still be surprising but also desired. Surprise kisses where the feelings are one sided, or where characters don't know each other much or where the kiss is a way to "playfully" annoy a person are rubbish. I hate those. That being said, characters that notice each other's emotions and read body language well are something I personally very much like.

(In my own writing I have a whole range of romantic interactions, I have characters explicitly asking for permission, some saying no, I have characters who are very attuned to each other reading each other's body language, moments where no words are needed. I also have... a series of surprise kisses during a very emotional moment in my story 😅)

Anyway, perhaps the example you gave would work in real life but in a love story it sounds more like dry instructions that I can't imagine two people who pine for each other would utter at any point in the story. In an established relationship or a fake dating scenario I maybe could see it but that's it.

(One more thing. When I say you can show emotions and the fact both characters want each other in writing, I also see how wrong some writers do this. In many romances (more often "dark" ones) I saw the FMC thinking she doesn't want the MMC to touch her, she explicitly says it, and yet we still are supposed to believe she wants it and that the MMC tapped into a part of her that apparently exists only in the writer's head. That's a very extreme example but I thought worth mentioning too.)

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Now that we've listened to the cadence of rappers through the interplay between the flow and beats it is time to listen to what rappers are saying. Rap has its own language made up of metaphors and references that can intimidate new listeners, but there is one skill that should be easy for anyone to appreciate. Storytelling. These songs are some of the best storytelling that hip-hop has to offer. And Storytelling is one of rap's strong suits so really this is some of the best storytelling that music has to offer!

The Art Of Peer Pressure Kendrick is why were here right? Well he is probably the best lyricist in rap history. The Art Of Peer Pressure may not be his biggest hit but it is unparalleled in terms of storytelling. Kendrick describes a night as a teen in Compton. Him and his friends emulating the violence heard on their favorite rap albums. The story seems simple, but the message is complex. He disavows every action he engages in saying that he's normally sober, normally peaceful, but he's with the homies right now. As the title suggests its a story about how peer pressure helps reproduce systems of violence.

Children's Story Slick Rick is the storyteller of all time. It honestly baffles me how naturally he communicates this simple fable without missing a beat. It flows so casually that you actually forget that he's maintaining rhyme throughout.

Gold Simple fables about street violence are extremely common in hip-hop. This one builds bravado and avarice until the tragic ending where the singer buries his mother before he can use all the money he's attained on her.

I Left My Wallet In El Segundo And now for the lowest stakes in any rap story. This is the gripping story of Q-Tip trying to remember where he left his wallet. The energy of a couple of friends trying to retrace their steps is actually really relatable though.

It Was A Good Day I've seen people on here try to use the details of this song's lyrics to pinpoint the exact date Cube was talking about. It's a simple song, but the simplicity belies some depth. It's pretty telling that to Ice Cube playing basketball and dominoes with his friends is on the same level as not getting harassed by the police or shot.

Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa De La Soul decided to ditch the fun and games on Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa. seriously content warning for frank discussion of csa. The tense story of a girl who is brought to the point of desperation because no one will believe that she is being abused. Its dark stuff and extremely well told.

Neighbors J. Cole dodged a bullet when he decided not to actually beef with Kendrick. Which is good cause I actually like Cole's music. Neighbors is about J. Cole tried to move into a nice house in a white neighborhood and got harassed until he was forced to leave. He meditates on the fact that fame can't actually stop the baked in racism at the heart of America.

Hey Mama If you want to know why fans are mourning Kanye or even hoping for him to get better instead of just dropping him like a rock look no further than Hey Mama. This ode to his mother is the sweetest song ever made. I'm kinda glad Donda West didn't have to see what her son turned into.

Just A Friend Biz Markie is the clown prince of hip-hop. his flow is goofy, the beat is kinda wonky, and the story is simple. And then he just kinda yells the hook like he's half drunk. It is either gonna charm you right away or annoy you. Just A Friend is the kind of stupid that I always fall in love with and it's enduring popularity is proof that others feel the same.

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish The Coup are the group that would eventually make the film Sorry To Bother You. Fat Cats, Bigga Fish is a deftly told story whose moral is "stealing is only illegal if you aren't rich"

To Be Continued ===> Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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Chapter 31 - Sour |Prosciutto x Reader|

Warning: strong/vulgar language, threats, strong sexual situations. MA.

Prosciuttos POV

Four fucking days.. You've given Prosciutto four fucking days of silence, despite him flooding your phone with text after text and fall after call. He felt his blood boiling, heart rapidly skipping a beat as his thumb swiftly raced across his phone keyboard, harassing you with another text.

You can't keep ignoring me Y/N. I am your boyfriend. I know you're at Melone's place. I always know where you're at. Call me. Text me. Just stop fucking ignoring me. We need move past this. Be fucking mature. Stop acting like such a little girl.

He sent the text through, hoping that I would get your attention. The other 20 messages and 15 calls didn't, but maybe take would. Maybe with this text right here, he could get you back to acting according. A little discipline was necessary. You are a taken girl, and you will act as such. Tight pants and a bratty attitude were not something that he would accept from you. Being a good and submissive girl should be your main concern. This was not good and fucking submissive.

"Maybe start by saying sorry," Formaggio replied, an annoyed sigh immediately escaping Prosciuttos lips as he tilted his head slightly upwards, Formaggio standing behind him as he read his text. "Can I help you? Let me text her man. I got you." He grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth.

He would not admit how desperate he was to get a reply back, but in a small way, he way. You were supposed to be the girl who couldn't leave him. The girl who couldn't leave him at the alter or divorce him after two months or take his fucking kid away from him. NO. Another loss was something that his heart couldn't handle, he wanted you to forget about your punishment and just talk to him. It wasn't that harsh, he was close to picking a few switches. Now that would have been harsh.

He sighed again, actually handing his phone over to Formaggios awaiting hand. Despite him knowing that Formaggio was the one that snapped your two fingers, he also knew that you ran to him after Prosciutto pubished you. Maybe you had a close relationship with him. It's not like he paid much attention to your relationships with the other men. The only romantic relationship that was his concern was the one that he had with you, and that relationship was a sinking ship.

The phone raised to Formaggios face, faint light reflecting off his tanned face as hid thumb rapidly typed. "She'll fucking love this. You know, if you wouldn't of called and Illuso wasn't over at my house I probably never would have guessed what happened. Her coming to my house was a way to cover your ass."

Prosciutto scoffed. "Why would I need my ass covered? I see no problem with disciplining her, and I know for a fact that you agree with me." He scowled, feeling more annoyed when Formaggios grin turned into a cocky smirk. Covering his ass? Please! You should have covered your ass better! "Goddamnit, wipe that jackass smirk off your face!"

"Melone and Illuso were about to get you," he muttered, his tone teasing. "Just.. we need to be careful with her. And also.. send! She will definitely text you back now." The snicker that came out of Formaggios' lips afterward brought out instant worry as Prosciutto snatched his phone back, reading the text.

The punishment you received is something that I would like to permanently move on from. I miss you so so so so so much, and I'll keep sending you texts. Aa, as a matter of fact, if you don't come over here to see me in 35 mins, I'm going to become desperate and go through your room. Do you want that? Let us move past this nonsense at once. Also, nice tits. Xoxo.

Prosciutto reread the text a few times, immediately regretting giving Formaggio the phone. Damn it.. he should have known he would jack ass this up! As he was close to yelling, he suddenly froze, your name popping up on the screen, his phone ringing in his hands. It actually fucking worked?

"Yeah.. I know. I'm pretty good," Formaggio muttered, patting Prosciuttos shoulder. "Maybe try and be nice to her? Girls kind of like it when you don't abuse them. We're in the same boat with her." He shrugged as he left, leaving a faintly warmth behind on Prosciuttos shoulder before he answered the phone, pressing it against his ear.

"What's up?" You said, the casualness in your tone pissing him off. "You can go through my room if you want. How have you been?" What kind of sick and twisted game were you playing with his head? Why didn't you sound fucking angry!? For days he had been ignored by you!

"Do we have any problems?" He questioned, his voice demanding. As his girlfriend you don't have the fucking right to ignore him. "I've been texting and calling you, waiting to fucking see you."

"Why do you need to see me?" You questioned. Alright.. he's had enough. "You and I should break up."

A tightness filled his chest, his jaw locking into place as he felt his free hand ball into a tight fist. What be feared the most was already happening, despite you not having the power to leave them, you were still trying to fucking leave him. "You have 35 minutes to come to the base and meet me privately in your room. Failure to show up will result in me coming to get you myself."

"Are you serious?" You muttered. "Come on Prosciutto."

"30 minutes now," he snapped, slamming his phone on the ground. The phone smashed into a dozen pieces, scattering across the floor as he stood up, walking down the hallway and towards your room. You better fucking come meet him.

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You entered your room 40 minutes later, entering as soon as he was about to leave to go get you. Your body slammed into his as you entered the room, his hand reaching out for your left wrist, noticing that your cast was gone and two fingers were healed.

Moving carefully, his other hand moved past your waist, locking your door. He studied your features, eyes scanning your face, looking for something. Anything. All he could sense from you was anger. Can't he make one woman happy?

"I'll give you three thousand dollars if you forgive me," Prosciutto told you, attempting a bribe. "Just drop it and never bring it up. Okay?" In the past, he would use bribes to keep his woman happy, deciding that it could also work with you. Despite you attempting to reject everything the men gave you, maybe you would accept money as a form of apology.

A low groan escaped your lips, your eyebrows pulling down into a scowl that he found quite cute. "You're the type of man that won't stop, so I'll cut you a deal. Involving no money, because I keep telling you I don't want your money. I still don't."

The fact that you kept refusing his money and gifts annoyed him, but he could have guessed that you wouldn't go for a bribe. Bribes clearly aren't going to work on you. No. That would be too easy for him. Instead of taking the money and letting this go you were going to feed him fucking bullshit. As always, you couldn't just shut the fuck up and agree.

"What is it?" He muttered, a frown appearing on his lips as he looked down at you. Instead of fucking you or having you cuddled against him he was yet again at odds with you. This permanent fight was something that he was growing tired of.

"No belt," you replied, earning an instant scoff from him. As if he would let you make that decision. "You made me bleed, and you don't even care. Fine, whatever. Just keep beating me, I hope you snap and beat me to death."

He blinked, face flashing shock before anger quickly spread again. "You ran away from me!" He yelled, causing you to turn away from him, walking over to the door. "I'll spank you if you walk out that door. Don't you dare." Never has a girl put up such a fucking fight towards him. Fuck. This was so mentally exhausting that he was close to giving in to what you wanted. This wasn't fun for him. Having you agree and be a good girl would be fucking fun.

Slowly, your feet moved across your wooden floor boards, right hand resting on the knob. "But I'm still not healed from your last spanking."

"Then I'll spank your pussy," Prosciutto replied, a low gasp escaping your lips. A smirk was fighting to appear on his lips. "I'll do it. You better get your hand off that doorknob."

As he began to slowly step towards you, your fingers fell from the doorknob. "No bribe.. no more skinny jeans. Let's just forget all this ever happened."

Finally.. a threat that made you listen to him. That would be a threat that he would keep in his back pocket, planning to use it in the near future. Knowing you, he would have to spank your ass with the belt again and he have to spank your pussy. For now, he would forgive you. You would definitely brat out if he made any attempt to hit you today.

"Good girl," he muttered, his feet stopping as he walked up behind you. Delicately, he let his fingers snake around your waist, squeezing gently. "And don't you ever fucking run off like that after a punishment. I don't like that sweetheart, so don't do it. Do you understand me?" He leg himself slightly press against you, causing you to press up against your front door. A faint smell of rose filled his nose, a low hum escaping his lips as he let his lips press against the top of your head, refusing to move.

A low huff escaped your lips, his hands running up and down your waist. "Okay, fine. Fuck. My ass still hurts Prosciutto."

The spanking that you had to endure was brutal, the most brutal one that he had ever given. Taking his belt off was supposed to make you apologize. He had no intention of whipping you with his belt. That smart mouth of yours got you in trouble, and he hoped it wouldn't get you in trouble again. Punishing you had its complications.

Since the two of you were alone and he missed you the past few days, he felt himself wanting to baby you a little. That's what he was going to do before you ran off on him. Well, since you've decided to behave, he would be a little soft towards you. After all.. you were so fucking cute, your body pressed up against his, his nose inches away from your head, taking in your sweet scent.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, baby," he muttered softly, spinning you around to face him. He let his eyes fall on your face, your eyes soft as you looked up at him. "I care for you deeply. You are my girl, okay? I only discipline you because I care so much about your safety."

Skinny jeans weren't the only reason he beat your ass. You've been very disrespectful towards him these past months, and all that disrespect adds up. He was a very powerful man. He wasn't used to a woman saying no to him, let alone one that was his. The ownership that he feels towards you is heavy. In no way would he let you slip from his fingers so easily. Grasp.. he would grasp you until your skin bruised and turned red, holding onto you for eternity. This was his new forever. You're his forever.

"Sure," you replied, voice lacking any emotion. At least you weren't going to argue with him. He could see that you were slowly starting to accept your new life. Finally. You should have adjusted months ago. "Next time I see that look in your eyes, I'm going to run before you can even get to me."

A low chuckle escaped his lips, amusement clouding any leftover anger that he had towards you. Risotto made it clear that the men could never use their stands on you, but Prosciutto could easily catch you without his stand. When you ran last time, you caught him by surprise, but now he was prepared. In his defense, he beat your ass. He expected you to be submissive afterward. In no way did he imagine you would tough out your entire spanking and run away from him. Fuck.. he was impressed. He had to silently admit to himself that he was very impressed with you.

"Don't be naughty," he muttetered, tone warning as his smirk suddenly widened. Slightly, he pulled away from you, hsnd raising to gently caress your cheek. "Can you stop hiding from me now?"

Nodding, you let your right hand wrap around his waist, showing him a rare sign of physical affection that pleased him. You should touch him more. Your touch was his ultimate craving. "I'll be back around next week. It's only Friday so it won't be long."

Prosciutto overheard that you would be spending your weekend with Ghiaccio. He didn't understand how Ghiaccio and you haven't had sex yet but still seem to have a great relationship. Despite you dating all of them, he felt a little jealously when it came to only you and Ghiaccio. How could you like a man that hasn't fucked you yet? How come he spanked you and you didn't get mad, but Prosciutto got ignored when he did it? It made him extremely jealous, but he wouldn't say anything. It wasn't his place to worry about your relationships with the other men.

That's why he never got involved. He would step back and mind his business. If Illuso or Formaggio felt the need to hit you or break your finger, then that was their right as your boyfriends. Why would he step in and correct them? As brutal as it was, it was how the men wanted to deal with you, and he accepted that. Discipline is necessary in all relationships.

"I am glad to resolve our issues. Y/N, you and I shouldn't be at odds. After all, I only punish you because I care," he told you, giving you a small smile as you raised your eyebrows at him. "I care about you a lot." Couldn't you say something that indicated you cared for him all well? Fuck. Your lack of romance towards him pissed him off.

"I care about you," you replied back, shrugging your shoulders. "I'm not here because I care. I'm here because I snuck off when Melone was in his office, and I didn't want you to show up and piss him off." Suddenly, you let a smirk creep onto your lips. "You know, Melone says he's always watching me, but as soon as he gets in his office, I can slip away. He doesn't even know I'm gone."

Prosciutto let out a small laugh, but only to play along. Despite him calling for you to come to him, he disapproved of you sneaking away from the men. Even if it was Melone, your lack of respect should get you spanked, but nothing would happen. He certainly wouldn't get involved. Having you back on his good side until he figured out how to control you was a good idea. He had a lot of thinking to do, that was for damn sure.

[annwrites]

Hello! I now read thoroughfare series. I'm liking it too much. But I'm having troubles with understanding author's view (on Billy's motivation here). I wanted to understand more about his constant touching of the reader. It's like, he can't get his hands off her but it can be viewed also as obsession/taking advantage/ even harassment ? (No!). (Sorry if it sounded round, not my intention). I'm just imagining me stucking with him and his daily flirting /handsy stuff may probably will give me anxiety, since we're not couple yet. (I'm autistic, also, that's why I can be slow with social clues). Im sure it wasn't your intention, because it's fanfic about love, not lust. So I'm sure I'm missing something here. Like, he can't stop touching her because? he wants to seduce her, probably courting her----> make her love him? (I'm still in the process of reading btw.) I'm just taking maybe it's too seriously / wanted to fully understand your views on Billy.

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(Sorry for possible mistakes. English is not my first language. And really love your works!)

I wouldn't say he's trying to take advantage, nor harass her.

He's doing it because he has a major crush on her & is attracted to her. It's one of his ways of flirting. He also knows getting handsy can annoy her at times, and since he likes picking on her, he continues to do it.

And, I mean, the fic is about lust & love. They each feel both toward the other. It starts out as lust, but develops into them being in love. Which isn't to say Billy didn't already care about her. If he didn't, he never would've ran away with her in the first place.

Glad you're enjoying!